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seilon · 8 months
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i usually dont comment on these kinds of things because they shouldnt be treated with the level of weird parasocial interest they tend to be on social media generally but. claire (lil tay) was so fucking young. it doesnt take knowing her personally to feel just how jarring and genuinely tragic her sudden death is. like shit. she was only 14. she didnt even get to live her own life. sorry if this is pointless and theres no call to action or anything here but. jesus.
#kibumblabs#cw death#havent looked too deep into it because im still conflicted over it feeling voyeuristic and disrespectful to do so or not but#from what i have heard it seems sketchy re: her brother and idk i dont want to accuse anyone of anything without proper basis especially#when that someone also passed away but. considering his history of controlling behavior over her image and how it put her in some#serious danger at worst - situations a child should not be in at best... if he did have any part in this i. well i dont know.#cant exactly say he needs to see justice considering its a bit late for that but. i dont know#depending on the circumstances one of her parents may need to answer to some neglect charges. but anyway it all feels so trivial when its#already too late.#you know what. what i think i can say for sure is that i hope she's properly remembered and honored for who she actually was and not as#'lil tay the worlds youngest flexer'. a persona her brother made up that put her in dangerous situation for the sake of clout. by no means#is the public entitled to anything but if anything more is put out there in memorium i hope its something#letting the world know who she was as a real teenage girl with her own interests and personality and favorite songs and teenage obsessions#she looked like such a sweet girl. i hope her friends and family who actually knew her are haunted as little as possible by her#bastardized image on the internet. i hope they– as well as anyone else really– can separate that character from the innocent young girl#who actually existed and who's life was cut so. so fucking short.#i know i said i didnt want to comment too much about this but idk man. it really got to me. maybe because its such a novel situation thats#never exactly happened before- the way her image was on in the internet and how this case will inevitably be treated on the internet#how young she was and how little say she had in how she'd be portrayed on line– much less now how she'd be REMEMBERED.#its disturbing. and deeply deeply tragic.#2009. she was born in 2009. fuck. thats just. wrong
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kneelingshadowsalome · 5 months
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i love your writings so much! i need you to write about könig with maid!reader like i need air and water. könig who needs someone to take care of his house while he‘s gone, returning from his deployment only to find reader huddled up in a soft blanket on the couch, the house smelling of freshly baked cinnamon bread and lavender while she sleeps peacefully. he‘s so touch starved and the domesticity makes his heart and cock stir, he‘s never had any woman cook for him since his Oma passed away. poor reader is oblivious to her boss‘s infatuation until she‘s not, he‘s so awkward around her she thinks he just doesn‘t wanna be disturbed, but she doesn‘t know he uses her conditioner to stroke his cock every night, and now he can‘t help but get a raging boner everytime she passes by and he smells her hair :((((
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possession
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the state of having, owning, or controlling something.
Word count: 7 k Tags/warnings: 18+ only DARK FIC. Perv!König masturbating to thoughts of you + your stolen panties. Jealous & possessive behaviour. Dubious consent to having unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, cunnilingus, size kink, breeding kink, implied age difference. Some fluff if you squint.  A/N: First of all, I'm sorry if you expected something sweet & fluffy anon… This thing just came out of me. Also, @gremlingottoosilly wrote the best thing EVER for this trope so please if you haven’t read it yet go give it a read (dark content there too though so be warned!)
He’s good at repairing things. He prides himself in that.
And he keeps his house neat and clean: that’s not a problem. His papers are in order, his office is in order. His home is in order too, and so is his whole life – love life included because there is none. 
He always ensured he’s not dependent on anyone, he never seeked a mother from a partner. Just for self-reliance's sake, he knows how to do his own laundry and meal prep for weeks. He learned to fold his t-shirts with an orderliness fit for the military when he was ten years old, just so that no one would have the chance to say he needed a wife.
He always vacuums the entire house before deployment, does the dishes, takes out the trash. And he doesn’t hate house chores… but he doesn’t like them either. His house is a sad, lifeless, gloomy place to spend time in. It’s big enough for a family, it has everything he needs to host a night for friends, but he doesn’t have any. 
Family, or friends, that is.
When he hears that his co-worker – the one with a frigid wife and five unruly kids – hired a maid to do the cleaning in the house, he pauses to think. He doesn’t have a chaos in his home, but he’s got enough money to make life a tad easier. Besides, it’s only expected of a man of his position to hire an assistant of some sort, is it not?
It’s just that he didn’t expect housemaids to be this… cute. 
There are quite a few applications, and he’s a sick bastard for choosing the maid solely based on the picture attached to the CV. He told himself it was also because it looked like this lady needed the money the most. He's a generous man, so why not help a woman in need? 
Another thing he didn’t expect is how his house would start to smell so nice and look so cozy. It’s the small details, the tiny little things that make his chest burn. The way she uses softener on his shirts and folds not only his shirts but his boxers, too, or places a scented candle on the table when the weather turns cold. It’s clearly for his delight because it’s not one of those overly sweet apple or caramel things but something fresh, maybe spruce or fir. 
She even bakes for him on the days when he comes back. The fact that a beautiful young woman bakes for him stirs something unwanted and long-forgotten in his chest. The sweet scent of home baked buns makes his cock stir, too. His place has never seen a woman’s touch, no one has ever baked anything here…
And he certainly doesn’t expect to find his maid sleeping on his sofa when he arrives home one evening.
She stirs immediately, and apologizes profusely for making herself at home like this. She starts to stutter and explain how she’s had a busy week and difficulty with sleeping, how she simply dozed off while waiting for the rolls to bake in the oven. 
He stops her in the middle of her flustered excuses: she can take a nap here any time, it’s not like the furniture is going to wear and tear from use anytime soon. He’s barely even home, so it’s good that someone enjoys the sofa, right? She can use his bed too if she wants. More convenient that way, ja?
He realizes he went a little too far when she looks at him like he just offered to fuck her on the kitchen table. Which he has thought about, to be honest, for a good long while now. In fact, he’s thought about it ever since she started in this position a month ago. 
It's her fault for being so unsuspecting and lovely, and she's playing with fire when she takes more dangerous liberties by showering at his house. He finds a women’s conditioner bottle in the bathroom and once, he even catches her doing her laundry here too. There’s a pair of women’s underwear in the pile of clothes she politely informs he’d have to fold himself this time because she’s in a hurry to catch her bus. 
He’s far more intrigued by the innocent, blush pink strings greeting him from amidst his black and dark green clothes than by the fact that his maid is breaking the rules. Other employers would give her a warning or simply say she no longer has to come and work here ever again. Showering at his place, washing her clothes in his washing machine and taking a nap on his sofa border on violating the terms of their agreement, but he couldn’t care less. He would carve a hole in his chest if that would make her happy. 
When he finds out she’s busy because she has to work two jobs, he raises her pay, despite the fact that she’s sometimes late and at times, leaves a little too early. She does her job well enough, so there’s no reason to complain. He would simply like it if they saw each other more... Which is ridiculous, he knows, because the point of having a maid is that she cleans his house when he’s away. 
It just feels so nice to arrive home now that she's here. He’s never looked forward to getting back to his bleak modern mansion, but now he’s pining for his leaves like a young recruit who's got a girl waiting for him back home. 
Even if she’s not there when he gets back, he can savour her lingering scent. He sniffs the dark woolen spread she might’ve slept under just moments ago, he eats whatever freshly baked goodies she has made for him. He sleeps with her underwear tucked under his pillow, and reaches for them before sleep. Or then he grabs them in the morning when he wakes up, already hard. 
It’s nice to have an unhurried fap at home than to relieve his needs in some small grey room of a boring military base. It's far more enjoyable to stroke his cock with her tiny, cute underwear spread over his face. Sometimes he wraps it around his cock and jerks himself off to a quick, groan-filled release, adoring the way his cum stains her blushing strings.
His showers last for about 15 minutes nowadays.
It’s unheard of for a soldier, and he read somewhere that lonely and depressed people take longer showers because the warm water is supposed to make up for the lack of human touch and intimacy, and that may very well be true… But he also wants to take his sweet time stroking himself while using her conditioner as lube. 
Coconut or peach, vanilla or argan oil, he lathers it all over his cock and imagines her hot, wet pussy. His hand is too calloused to give him any illusions of softness, but the mind-numbingly sweet scent takes him immediately back to her. Her eyes, her soft smile. The dreamy sway of her hips, the elegance of her wrists as she moves some item out of the way to sweep or scrub or clean a surface.
He faps with slick urgency, wondering if her eyes would go wide if she saw his cock. He wonders if she’s noisy in bed – is she a screamer, or a moaner? Would she claw at his back or simply cling to him if he fucked her? 
And god, how he would fuck her… 
Slowly at first, draw moans out of that soft mouth until she begs him to fuck her hard. He would drag her shirt up and her bra down until her breasts are exposed, then watch how they bounce as he starts to fuck her with purpose. She begins to tighten around him, looking so fucking desperate as her cunt starts to throb and pull him in. The first moan of surrender is needy and tight when she cums around his shaft…
He never gets any further than that because his cock spills with a violent jerk. He cums, long and hard across the tiles. Loads and loads of hot seed go to waste as he groans loudly, not giving a shit about making so much noise. Feeling hollow and deprived for not being able to shoot his cum inside her and then stay there, snug and safe and warm inside her cunt, he allows himself just one single sob. 
He just wants to know how it would feel to cover her whole body with his as he slowly pumps the last drops into her. Sigh afterwards, breathe together, hold her close... Search for her eyes, check if she's in rapture too. Watch her come down from it while still squeezing him down there. Perhaps she’d give him a pleased giggle and a cute, weary smile.
"Scheisse–"
He leans on the wall, knowing that he's lonely, filthy, sick and obsessed. He lives in a dream world, and the thick conditioner takes ages to wash off. The withdrawal phase is worse every time he indulges in his dark fantasies and then has to live without her for weeks and weeks.  
She's just his maid, a hired employee. She’s just an innocent woman with her whole future ahead of her.
He's just a colonel at a notorious private military company… He's just an old, horny, depraved soldier. Calloused, fucked up, depressed. Girls like her don't want anything to do with a man like him.
She asks if he wants his house decorated for Christmas.
She asks it with bright eyes and such a lovely smile that he tells her he doesn't own such junk, but he can pay her if she goes to choose him some and then comes back to decorate his place. Their unusual agreement gets more unusual still as she nods with shining eyes, then goes to the city to choose his Christmas decorations for him. He even lets her use his car, which is unheard of. 
Soon, his windows are filled with lights and there are mistletoes hanging from the ceiling. She puts fancy little elves in the window, places Christmas flowers and candles everywhere she possibly can. He walks around the house with a coffee mug in his hand, suddenly awkward and shy when watching his maid put up the most sophisticated, elegant and adorable Christmas decorations he has ever had or seen.
Is this what a home should look like…? Warm, and light, and pretty, filled with cozy, useless things? 
But it's not the items she got him that make a home, no. Home now equals rich, home-cooked meals, or the mouthwatering scent of cinnamon rolls greeting him at the door. Home is a cute girl, returning his obsessive stare with a small smile and telling him to stay safe before he leaves to kill people. Home is a woman who's the perfect wife material, so fuckable and sweet, who's fussing over the fact that he doesn't even have a Christmas tree.
He gets it before her next visit – meaning, her next shift – and decorates it himself. It looks clumsy and uneven and a bit sparse, but she compliments him on it when she arrives. The looks she gives him are so warm and playful that he starts to have some hope – hell, a full surge of it – and he also starts to miss his hood. He's feeling awkward as it is around her, he doesn't need to be blushing in front of his suddenly flirtatious maid... Men don’t fucking blush when a woman flirts with them; they fuck them until their knees give in.
With no small amount of hidden guilt, he finally confronts her with her underwear, telling her she forgot something and that he found these in his laundry pile. Taking sick satisfaction from seeing how she's the one who's flustered now, he forgives her for washing laundry in his place. He's a merciful man, after all. 
There's still some cum on the lace as he returns her possession to her, and he hopes he's just imagining the shock in her eyes when she takes them back. It's his way of saying that he likes her a lot, but the flirting ends immediately, the playful smiles stop, and he knows he fucked up big time. The warm, lively woman is gone, she suddenly resembles an ice sculpture who's about to flee his apartment at any given moment, and he could hit himself in the head with a big metal bat.
What the fuck was he even thinking? That a woman would appreciate it if he returned her panties covered in old, dried cum?
He's a fucked up pervert, and he has lived in a dream world, and now reality awaits.
He shuts down and shuts up after that, keeps the connection pure, pristine and professional. She's just here to do her job. 
The holidays approach, and he's sulking, knowing that he won't see her again in at least six weeks. He'll have to make do without a maid, and he'll have to numb his whole soul to get through yet another lonely Christmas.
Well, not lonely: this time he spends it with the decorations she got him. They can keep him company during the lonely masturbation sessions. They can watch him live on takeout food and remind him what a horny, sad loser he is.
So his last attempt, his last minor sin is that he gets her a Christmas present. She's about to leave, hurrying to some place where she's loved and cherished, or then about to get fucked because she has her hair and make-up done. The jealousy creeps up his spine like a viper as he watches her get all dolled up. 
She's so very grateful to him for allowing her to get ready here and use his bathroom, and he plays the generous, kind gentleman while gritting his teeth, trying to ignore another demanding erection telling him to dick her down and make her stay down. Make her bake for him and sit on his knee as he squeezes her tits and watches her stare turn dumb. Tell her to douse the lights and light the candles, tell her to undress in front of that stupid Christmas tree, order her to lie down on the mat and spread her pretty legs for him…
She's standing at the door, a cute girl turned into a seductive goddess, while he's about to enter into another lonely brain fog. She grabs her coat and grants him one of those warmer smiles as he walks to her with an envelope in hand.
"I got you something... Merry Christmas."
"Aw… You shouldn't have…"
She accepts his gift delicately with both hands, clearly surprised and pleased. When she opens the gift, she laughs and then covers her mouth with her hand. It's a gift card to Victoria's Secret, and with a relatively large sum on it, too.
"Oh god... Ahah, okay. I like your humour," she laughs again, then gives him a wink and an exceptionally gorgeous smile. "Thank you."
"You're welcome." 
He's fully aware that he sounds like an ominous, threatening robot. His voice has an effect on women; most flee, some get curious. She's one of the few who don't know what's good for them at all.
He never had a gift with females, and even with his position, experience and age, he still feels like he’s trying to court a breathtaking alien species whose native language he can’t quite understand or speak. The silence stretches on, and her smile slowly fades, making him perfectly aware of the fact that he should say or do something assertive, something charming, instead of just standing here, looming over her. When the playful stare then turns into a helpless, pitying one, the kind his mother used to wear when she discovered he had been bullied again at school, his hands start to go numb. 
Jerk off and kill, those are the only things he ever was good for… 
"Mm... I'm afraid I have nothing for you," she says apologetically. 
Ach so… She’s ashamed for not getting him a present. 
Well, shit. Fuck.
"Don't worry about it."
"No, I mean… I thought about it. You're the kindest employer I've ever had. I really appreciate it... and I love working for you."
"That’s nice to hear." 
"I just didn't know what to get you. I don't know what you like."
He's trying to ignore the pull of his chest, the sick burning in his loins. His cock is stirring just from the way she's looking at him. Inviting, adoring, waiting.
"You already got me Christmas decorations."
"Yeah, but… You paid for them."
"Aber... You baked for me. No one's ever–"
He shuts his mouth before making a complete fool of himself.
"Well, I'm glad you liked my buns," she laughs, then bites her lip, realizing what she just said could be taken in many ways. 
"I truly did."
She guides her stare to the floor and smiles, and the electricity between them… it just can't be only a fabric of his imagination.
"Take care of yourself. Ok?" He says, then swallows a lump in his throat, but it never quite goes down. She’s still waiting for something; the tension between them is petrifying. 
"I will," she says, her voice a bit frail, and far too sweet. "You too. Take care."
She gives her last smile to him; it’s sad and somewhat disappointed as she turns around and reaches for the door.
"Wait," he calls, purely from the hard instinct that tells him to fucking do something about this heavy, sickening tension. She immediately turns with hope in her eyes.
"Yes?"
"I… Ah, glückliches neues Jahr."
"...What does that mean?" 
"It means 'Happy New Year'."
"Oh," she laughs, "I thought it was something naughty…"
Shit.
Shit.
Shit…
"Ich möchte deine Muschi lecken."
She freezes with her hand still on the doorknob. That fucking sentence was so dark it left little or nothing to the imagination... It was thick enough to make it clear that he’s not a kind, generous employer, nor is he a gentleman.
"What's that?" She asks, her pretty voice barely a whisper.
"Something naughty."
Her hand lets go, it falls to the side. She even tilts her head before her voice turns thick and suggestive too. 
"Really…?"
"Yes."
"Well don't be shy. Tell me what it means."
Playful, naughty, dirty. 
She wants to fuck. She wants to fuck.
Is this a filthy dream or is this really happening? 
"I want to lick your pussy."
There's an intake of air, just a soft gasp. Batting of long, dark lashes, just before the stars in her eyes start to shine in full.
"Oh," she breathes. "Is that so?"
"Ja."
It wouldn't be the first time someone offers him cunt just out of spontaneous pity. It wouldn’t be the first time he accepts it. A man like him takes whatever he can get.
Pity is apparently what's happening now, because his maid starts to undress. 
With a victorious shine in her eyes, she drops her coat to the floor, then unbuttons her jeans. Takes away her shirt and bra with shaky hands while maintaining that seductive, downright filthy eye contact. More and more of her skin is exposed as she quickly strips in front of him, finally slipping out of her black, see-through underwear while he's trying not to shake from dark urges and lust.
When she's naked, flush and bare, her fingers start to slide up her thigh. The other hand is pressed against her side as if shy. She’s either offering him a Christmas present in the most elegant way, or then she’s concerned about getting licked and fucked sore. It's like throwing a dog a meaty bone and then putting the hound in a loose chain, just an inch away from the mouthwatering sight and scent. She steals one look at his erection, currently trying to rip its way through his pants. The gross tent is pointed at her, and she knows it: she knows she has him on a leash, but only barely.
"Go ahead then," she whispers.
He falls straight to his knees, and presses his whole face against her softly trimmed hair. When he opens his mouth, she shudders, clearly not ready for someone this starved trying to devour her whole.
She doesn't know she's about to sleep with the devil… If she knew, she would be out the door by now.
It's too late now: he engulfs her, locks her in place by wrapping his arms around her hips. 
Mein.
Mein.
Mein…
He could rub his face in her sweet cunt forever, but that won't do: she said he could lick her, so that’s what he’s going to do. After a few bites and nibs, after inhaling the sweet scent of her and squeezing her long and hard in his embrace, he finally rises and carries her to his den. There’s only loneliness there in his bedroom, just stale sweat and old musk staining the sheets, but she softens on the linens when he goes down on her.
Her pussy is already throbbing and wet when he gives her the first, fat lick. Next up, soft little laps to make her thighs drift apart. Some long, teasing circles on her clit, and she starts to sigh - he’s not an expert, but he knows she won’t find a more enthusiastic cunt licker in this city. Or this whole country… Perhaps the entire world.
And she's not a screamer, she’s a moaner. She also whimpers a lot. He switches between giving fast attention to her clit, then slow tongue fucking to her hole. The scent of pussy fills his room: they only talk to each other through moans and whines and groans. He breathes into her like a panting dog: she whimpers under torture like she actually likes it, and likes him. Like she actually prefers his bed to any other place in this world.
He fucks her with his mouth, sloppy and hungry; he could french kiss her pussy forever like this. He could spend every evening licking her to ruin. 
"Just like that… Just like that… Don't stop…"
He's as hard as can be; he's about to lose his fucking mind. If she doesn't cum soon, he might just die from having to listen to those unhinged cries. 
To help her out – because he's a generous, generous man – he slips a finger inside, earning another spill of filthy moans.
"Oh god ohgod oh fuck–!"
She sounds dumb and helpless as he eats her out like she’s his last meal. His chin is drenched and his cock is hard as the poor girl leaks all over her ass and on his bedding. He adds another finger, starts to fuck her slow and steady. She's more than prepared for his cock, and when he starts to do the alphabet on her clit, she whimpers, whines, and finally, screams. 
The feel-good hormones flood his brain when she cums. He kisses her through it and slows down the torture gradually, gives her some space to pulse and throb and leak against his chin. 
Women need a lot of stimulation; that’s what he has learned. It’s a marathon, not a sprint, and he doesn’t want to ruin the explosion by overriding her senses. When he rises from a job well done, he sees how some of her makeup is ruined. 
Yeah. Fuck... A screamer, a moaner, and a crier.
And he's only about to fuck her…
"Das war gut. Good pussy," he mutters and licks his lips, high above his pretty little prize.
"Oh–oh god…"
Poor thing is so flushed, desperate and helpless; she jerks as he taps her clit with his cock, whines when he forces the fat, leaking tip into her folds. 
"Wait–"
"I will fuck you now."
"Sir… Please, could we use a condom? Please…"
She's still calling him sir like she's at work. Like he's her superior, or worse yet, an officer, a colonel she's not supposed to flirt with, let alone spread her weak little legs for. 
"Hm. I don't have any."
"I do," she's panting heavy on the bed, clearly reluctant to get away from his cock, too weak to get up after his thigh-shaking treatment. It would give him a year’s worth of confidence to witness her in this state, if she would only let him finish the job. Right here, right now. Dip it in raw and blow a load inside that sweet, aching cunt. She might just end up with his child... 
But the moment is ruined: he hates condoms, and he hates it that she has them with her. Jealousy starts to eat his mind like there's a can of worms poured inside his brain.
Who does she carry condoms for? Does she get fucked often...? 
How many does she have, one, two, three? A whole pack?
She rises to get the darned piece of plastic, and the thick thunder in his head is making him seriously consider locking her up and throwing away the key. Women shouldn't be running around like that, hungry and desperate for a dick. She should stay at home, his home, and go crazy when he returns from war. The rage is the only thing keeping his cock from growing soft. 
"It's too small," he laments when the condom is finally in place but barely reaches the base of his shaft. It's going to roll off if he fucks her like he intended to… Good, long, deep and hard.
She bites her lip as she stares at the sad little wrapping trying to render his cock harmless. Surely she can see how stupid and useless this is… Either he gets her a morning after pill tomorrow or then he pulls out, but the condom has to fucking go. 
"It's… okay," she swallows. "It's okay. Let's just… If you're clean?"
"I am."
He doesn't tell her he hasn't had a woman in months. Almost over a year.
And he’s clean; he keeps everything…in ordnung.
He rolls the cursed plastic off, and his cock immediately bounces back up: hard, demanding and ready. He throws the condom away, just somewhere, anywhere, as long as it's out of his sight. Wasting no time, he's back at her cunt, and bullies himself in.
"Ah ja… Das ist schön… Sehr schön."
Nothing compares to the feel of a real cunt, hugging him tight. And fuck… He can actually fit fully inside her. He fits like a glove. 
"Oh ja. Das ist... I'm not going to pull out. It's not an option. Ok?"
It's not a warning, it's a simple, honest statement. She looks at him with a fearful, desperate stare as his balls arrive to press against her flesh. Yes... nothing beats a wet pussy and a frightened stare.
"Ok…" 
"It's better this way," he promises, wondering if it would make him a bad person if he disposed of her condoms first thing in the morning. "Ja?"
"Yes," she sighs. "Feels so good…"
The tightness in his chest falls down, all the way to his stomach and forms a bittersweet knot there. Why does she keep looking at him like that…? He's not hurting her, she's not exactly afraid, it's something else that's making her give him those dumb doe eyes.
"You're pretty," he rasps while trying not to start a complete fuckfest in every meaning of the word.
"O‐oh…?"
"Ja… It's illegal to be that pretty. Someone might want to fuck you..."
"Please do," she almost chokes on the words while looking up at him. "Please…"
If this is a dream, it’s the best dream he’s ever had. She's so perfect, far more needy and helpless than he ever imagined. He moves before he drives them both to madness. 
"I'll fuck you, Liebling. As many times as you want. As hard as you want."
He can't remember when was the last time he sounded so soft. Or reassuring... He can't remember the last time a woman was so responsive to his cock. But he fucks her. He fucks his own sorrow into oblivion, too. He pauses only to take a good look at her and remind himself that he’s truly inside the sweetest pussy he’s ever had. 
He even whispers lies to her ear about how she doesn't have to worry: he'll get her a plan B after this. The girl turns a bit wild now that it's somewhat safe to be fucked by an animal. She lets him lick and bite her breasts, and thoroughly abuse her cunt. At some point she grabs his face with both hands and kisses him, hungry and sweet. Squeals into his mouth as his balls slap against her ass, hugs him like a drowning person when he picks up the pace and starts to lose himself in her pussy. The feel of a woman's hands around his middle is a sensation he's forgotten completely. 
"You like that?" He starts to talk nonsense between her sloppy kisses, pleased with his own soft voice, with her, with everything in his life right now. "You like my cock? Hm?"
"Yes… Oh fuck, I'm…"
Fuck, she's about to cum again... He's in heaven, no, he's somewhere near Eden. She suddenly goes still, and sinks her nails in his back, just before a cry cuts through the air. It reminds him of the aftermath of a grenade detonating; her moans pierce the air, and he can’t get enough of it. He wants to swim in those screams.
He was supposed to make love to her for hours, but it's crystal clear now that this won’t be a long session. He's a selfish asshole for chasing his own peak next by fucking her through her second orgasm like a rabid dog. 
"Oh das ist sehr schön, das ist gut… Ach für–scheisse—"
He sounds a bit too pathetic, and quickly buries his face into her neck to escape her lovely, adoring stare. He fucks himself into a big, fat, blinding explosion, he can barely hear the thundering roar that meets her sweaty neck. 
She's scared silent by his despair, poor little thing. And he just fapped this morning… But the orgasm compares to the first time he came, it's violent, abrupt and rough. Sadly, the descent is too heady, and too quick. Nuzzling deeper into her hair, he tries to listen to her heartbeat but only hears his own beastlike panting.
"Ok… Ok. I guess we both really needed that, huh?"
She's laughing and out of breath as she gathers their pieces and constructs some kind of a new reality out of them. He rumbles in agreement and refuses to pull out – now that he's inside her, he'll never fucking leave.
"Will you stay? For the night…?"
His question is met by complete silence. She just breathes, then buries her fingers in his hair. He feels like melting chocolate; for the first time in his life, he's somewhat relaxed and content. 
"I… I'd really like to but… I can't. I have a party to attend.”
She gives him a quick kiss on the head, then ruffles his hair. She fucking pets him while he’s plunging into some deep recess with the raw, post-nut clarity. 
She just needed a fuck… She just needed some cock. And a gift card, so she can buy nice things for the men she allows to lick her to ruin. Fuck… She's even worse than him.
“I'm sorry..."
"It's ok," he hears himself say. She’s too fucking gentle as she drags her fingertips across his scalp. Her other hand comes to trace his jawline, and her thighs hug his waist so good that he would have no trouble making love to her again. Just start another round with a slow roll of hips. Fuck her until they're both sweaty and crying, fuck her full of his cum and chain her to the bed, for safekeeping as he goes and gets himself a beer in between the sessions.
For some reason, he can't quite bring himself to act on this wish. Not when she just cried from how good he was, not when she's petting him like he's a good dog who's earned his rest.
He gives himself a minute before pulling out, and she leaves his bed in silence, tiptoeing into the bathroom in a hurry. Trust a maid to not want to stain the floor with cum when she just scrubbed everything clean…
She takes a quick shower and fixes her makeup, then picks her clothes from the floor. His heart is hammering in his chest, but his breaths remain even as he watches her get dressed. He even offers her a ride to the party, which she accepts with apologetic gratitude. It’s held at someone's home: a house party is a sight he has only ever seen from outside.
She gives him an uneasy, distant smile and a quick kiss before thanking him for the evening and the ride. Then she half walks, half runs across the pavement and up towards the door to be let in by her already drunken friends. Some man embraces her, and the white rage inside his skull is telling him to grab a gun, rise from the car and start a good old mass shooting. Instead, he guides his stare to the asphalt and drives off.
He goes home and has a beer, the rage and longing giving his insides a good stab every five or ten minutes. He watches some TV, then mulls over whether to sleep on the couch because her scent is still on the sheets.
It starts to rain outside, and reality kicks in. When it rains, it pours… He decides he actually hates Christmas, and he also can't stand the smell of freshly baked cinnamon rolls. Too tired to dump them in the trash, his feet carry him to the bed, cold and soiled and wrinkled from past love that never was.
The clock is only half past ten, and the doorbell rings just before he takes his shirt off. For the umptieth time this day, his heart starts to race, reminding him that it's not wars that are cruel, but women. 
When he opens the door, she's standing there in the rain. Utterly soaked, dripping wet, sad like a stray cat, lower lip trembling from cold.
"Sir?" she declares, "I'm afraid to fall in love."
There’s a spread of wings inside his chest, catching wind like a soaring eagle. It’s a fell swoop and a heady high at the same time, a burning pain right there over his heart as he looks at her, lonely and sad and so adorably lost. Beautiful and wet, like a trampled little flower after a summer storm. She's perfect, just perfect.
And has she walked all the way back here…? There’s no sign of a taxi, no sounds of a car or a bus, and she looks like she's wetter than a wet dog.
"You’re afraid to fall in love…?"
She nods, then bursts into tears. Her tiny shoulders rise and fall with sobs, the rain makes long, wet strings of her hair. He takes a step and tries to pull her in, but she won't come. Stubborn, incredible little thing…
"Liebling... Me too."
"Really?” she raises her sad stare to meet him while trying to wipe her ruined mascara in the midst of falling rain. “You seem like the kind of man who fears nothing..."
"Oh I fear a lot of things."
"Like what?"
"Like… flying, for example."
"But you fly all the time?"
"Exactly."
She's sniffling and pouting and sobbing, like a princess who always got everything she wanted. He wonders if she's the kind of girl who would've laughed at him in high school, or looked him down her nose. If she would've joined the bullies and been the one to say she’d never sleep with a freak like him…
"Let's get you inside. Hmm? You must be cold."
She won’t come, no matter how hard he tries to coax her to come inside his dry, warm house. The rain falls in mats behind her as the city sleeps, vibrant and vigilant. He thought he already broke his heart to the point it couldn’t get more broken anymore, but the look she gives him as he tries to pull her inside is making it burst and shatter into pieces again.
If she's a princess, she must be a battered, broken one. 
"Come on. I'll give you a bath," he tries to entice her. "And then we’ll tuck you in. That sound gut?"
"Yes," her shoulders drop as she finally accepts his asylum. "Thank you, sir…"
"And don't call me sir unless you want to make me hard."
She breaks into a fragile, shy smile while looking down at the tips of her drenched ballerinas. Then she allows him to drag her in. 
He helps her out of her coat and hangs it to dry while his pretty little kitten gets out of her clothes for the second time this evening. A strong, powerful possessiveness settles in his chest as he guides her to the bathroom and draws her a bath. Then he pulls her shivering, naked body against him so that she wouldn’t feel cold while they wait for the tub to fill with water.
What happens next is soft and gentle, the kind of unhurried exploration he never had time to do because the few females he was with were always in a hurry to get away from him and his needs. 
This pretty thing just eases herself into the bath. A timid but trusting little creature, who allows him to study her body like it’s already a possession for him to play with. She lets him rub her tits and tease her clit, caress her neck and face and waist. She does so with patience, love and hope. He’s been extremely tender and extremely slow with her; perhaps that’s why she doesn’t run away from him. 
"You're too good for me," she whispers when his hand comes to rest on her stomach, just below her tits.
"...What?" 
He barely hears what she’s saying, he can hardly hear her speaking at all because he’s there in the water with her, submerged in the hot, soothing liquid, even if he’s crouching next to the tub in reality.
"Oh please... You're everything a woman could want," she complains softly.
"What do you mean.”
She sighs and looks up to the ceiling, as if begging for help. Then she starts to list things.
"You're… Rich? And powerful, and strong. Kind and considerate. Mysterious... With a great body and a big dick, and still wanting to go down on a woman... It's insane."
He tries to remember how to breathe, but she’s not done yet.
"I'm sorry but… No one's ever eaten me out like that. You must be so experienced."
Her praise eclipses everything, even the thoughts of wanting to kill everyone who's had a taste of her.
So, the boys she's been with don't know how to please her… Stupid arschlochs don't understand what true devotion means. Even a fucker like him knows it's better to make a woman cry out of pleasure than out of fear. Although he always had a talent to do the latter…
And he's not experienced, he's just fucking horny. He just likes to eat pussy. 
But that's not something she has to know. Better to have her keep the illusion that he's a dream catch, a rich cosmopolitan of some sort. What a joke…
"You’re literally perfect," she moans from the bath like the princess that she is. "How are you even single?"
"I'm not… right in the head, I guess."
"Well, neither am I."
He can’t look at her. Not when she’s open and trustful and sweet like this. But her hand comes to rest over his, under the water, under the safety of the surface.
"No one is."
"No. Wirklich, I’m a bit sick. Always was. I jerked off to your…" He leaves the rest of the sentence unsaid, risking a look into her eyes. 
"I know," she smiles. "I don't mind… Actually I think that's hot."
"Liebling…"
"I think I’ve had enough now. Can we go to bed…?"
"Of course."
She giggles when he lifts her from the water, smiles as he dries him with his towel like she's a wet little kitten he rescued from rain. And perhaps he did... She caresses his chin when he carries her to bed, and reaches for him as he accompanies her under the sad, steel-blue sheets. 
He doesn’t need to fuck her, not right now. It’s enough that she’s here: soft, trapped, and tame. His, just his. 
Not another lonely Christmas for him ever again…
And she latches herself onto him like he’s the saviour she’s been waiting for all her life. Poor thing doesn’t know that he may be rich and powerful and strong, but he’s not kind. He’s not considerate, and he’s not perfect. He’s her worst nightmare, he's everything a woman would despise. 
He’s single because no one ever stayed. No one stayed after they saw who he really was... Some even had to flee the country.
But he knows she’ll stay. He’ll make sure that this cute one never leaves. No, this one is not safe from him, even if she tried to escape him to space.
"Are you still afraid?"
He caresses her head, pressed against his chest. She’s unsuspecting and lovely, the perfect woman, hugs him so tight and sighs from simple, lamblike happiness. 
"No," she smiles softly. "Not at all... I know you'll treat me right."
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melodramaticmeans · 1 month
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You absolutely hated Scaramouche.
Detested him, even.
I mean, who wouldn't hate someone who killed them?
This jerk sucked your blood, causing you to die of blood loss, which took hours. Or, at least, it felt like hours to you.
So now, this is where you spend your afterlife. Haunting this emo ass gothic era castle thing. Knocking over shelves, scaring away other people that might fall into Scaramouche's trap, just being annoying in general.
How long had it been like this, you mused. Fifty, sixty years, perhaps.
You didn't mind. You'd stay here for a millennia if it meant being a minor inconvenience to everything Scaramouche did. Plus, you'd gotten used to the routine.
When the sun rises, go screech in the upper west hall to disturb the vampire bastard, then, when the sun is at its highest, go and wander around the garden mournfully.
When the sun sets and the bastard awakens, scare away any other human loitering around the area. Finally, when the bastard has his dinner (usually consisting of a medium rare steak and a red liquid you suspected was blood), knock over the tableware.
So now you were floating around the table, waiting for Scaramouche to arrive and eat his dinner.
The door to the dining room creaked open, revealing a slender man with indigo hair, bold red eyeliner, and skin so pale and smooth you were convinced it was glass at first.
He sat down at the table, reaching for a fork and knife to eat his steak.
Bide your time...
He reached for a glass, to pour himself a drink, you guessed.
Well you weren't going to let him have that.
You made the glass float with your super-awesome ghost powers, placing it on the far end of the table.
All you got was a simple 'hm' out of it, which infuriated you. He then simply reached for another glass, which just pissed you off more. He should be angry! He should be reactive! Why isn't he doing anything?
For some weird reason, he reacted as if this were a normal occurrence. Every. Time. You. Did. It. All he'd do was grab another glass, then pour a drink into both the cups, only drinking one, leaving the other untouched.
It pissed you off.
This happened whenever you tried to take away his plate, too.
Never a 'why are my plates floating' or 'who took my wine' and never even a 'sorry for killing you'.
But one thing you took satisfaction in, was the fact that he could never remove you from the castle. I mean, what was he going to do about it? Call an exorcist? Ha.
Scaramouche shifted in his seat, catching your attention. Maybe I should try stealing his cape.
You were shocked out of that idea when he started speaking to nothingness.
"I know you're there." He said casually, taking a bite out of his steak. "So there's no use in moving the tableware any longer."
...
What.
The vampire smirked. "It's pathetic, honestly. Seeing you try to grab my attention by doing these pointless things."
PATHETIC? Who was he calling pathetic?
"Screeching whenever the sun rises, scaring away any passerbys, taking things from the table... if I didn't know better, I'd say that you're obsessed with me."
Well, you weren't just going to stay there and listen to this utter bullshit.
"Obsessed with you?" You spoke. Man, it felt weird to use your voice after six decades. Even weirder when you couldn't feel your voice box vibrating.
"No one in their right mind would be obsessed with you. The only reason I do the things I do is to inconvenience you."
Scaramouche still had that stupidly annoying smirk on his face. "Well, you've spent decades haunting me, yet you have made no inconvenience in my life whatsoever. In fact, I'd say that your antics are particularly entertaining." He said, intertwining his fingers together.
"After five hundred years of monotony, anyone would get bored, don't you think?"
Gods, you absolutely hated Scaramouche.
"Well, my 'antics' aren't meant to be entertaining, they're meant to be annoying and inconveniencing, kind of how I feel about you." You drawl.
And get this, instead of getting angry, Scaramouche laughed.
"Ha, as if I could feel annoyance towards you." He chuckled. "Haven't you seen the signs? I've welcomed you as a guest. I've offered you food. I've offered you a place to sleep, though I am not sure if you use it. And, I've hosted you in my house for over a year. Are you aware what procedures these are for?"
"Why, of course. They're the courtship rituals taken by the people of Inazu...ma." Your voice died down in your throat as you finished your sentence.
"And since you have stayed here for over a year," the vampire continues, grinning from ear-to-ear, "it means that we are now betrothed."
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kquil · 11 months
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POLY MARAUDERS | 18:39 ⏤HEROES IN TATTOOS
01 : RESCUE
SUM. : walking home late from your shift at the pub, you get followed and chased by a crazy drunk. thankfully, you run into the three men running the tattoo and piercing shop down the road
TAGS. : muggle au ; modern au ; tattoo artist sirius ; tattoo artist james ; piercer remus ; protective marauders ; tatted up marauders ; biker sirius ; fluff
WARNING : attempted assault (not explicit + nothing happens) ; stalking behaviour - please stay safe lovelies
LENGTH : 1.3k
NOT PROOFREAD OR EDITED
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You typically didn’t care much for catching the late shift since you didn’t live too far away from the pub, if you were slow it only took 15 minutes. Most of the walk home was also along the main, where other people could see you so even though it was dark, you still felt safe. You’ve always made it home without feeling at risk of any attack for the last four months, ever since you started working, until tonight. 
It was a regular night shift at the pub, you couldn’t count how many people you served but you made sure to flash your sweet smile for some extra tips here and there. You greeted the regulars and had their drinks prepared for them before they even made an order and occasionally engaged in some idle chatter when you found some free time. It started off well until one of the more difficult regulars came in and started causing a ruckus three pints down. He always tried to get handsy with you but you had your co-workers, manager and the pub goers there to keep him in check so he never got very far. The bastard had left an hour or so before he knew your shift ended so you didn’t think you’d see him again but he had been waiting for you across the street outside and now you were desperate to get home and away from his distressing company. 
But what then?...If you went home he’ll know where you live and god knows what he’d do if he knew that. Your heart stuttered in your chest and your breath caught in your throat from the disturbing images that thought brought on. You won’t ever let that happen, especially since you lived with your friends and would put them in danger too. For now, you’ll take the long route home and maybe find a turning you can run down to escape him in.
Making the turn for the long route back home, you wrapped your coat tighter around you and sped up your pace only to feel your stomach drop at the sound of the footfalls behind you also accelerating. This can’t be happening. There were tears in your eyes as you looked ahead and resolved to start running as soon as you caught most of your breath back. The streets weren’t as busy tonight so people were scarce, which spiked the fear and adrenaline in your veins, heart hammering in your chest. 
“Ay! Slow down will ya’! I just wanna talk sweetheart!” the man shouted suddenly, his smug tone illustrating his malicious grin behind you. The suddenness of his yell shocks your nerves and shoots you forward into a sprint when you realise how much closer he was than you originally anticipated. The terrifying pursuit was on. 
His verbal assaults flew over your head. You blocked them out because your heart was pumping so fast from the adrenaline and fear, your only focus was on keeping up your pace and looking out for anyone that could help you. Just as you were beginning to lose hope, you looked up to see three men exit the tattoo and piercing shop (The Marauders) you walked past when you had more time to get to work. The bulkier one wearing glasses was locking the door as a tall brunette stood by his side with a hand in his pocket and the last man with his black hair up in a small bun made his way over to lean against a parked motorbike, his helmet propped up on the seat beside him. 
“Help!” you call out immediately, desperation and anxiety evident in your voice as your legs sped up to reach them faster, “Help me, please!” The tears had spilled over now as the man behind you also sped up and started shouting louder. The man who had been leaning against his motorbike shot to his feet and opened his arms up for you to run into, which you happily did. At that moment, you had never felt such relief in your life and sobbed freely into his shoulder, “please help,” you cried, “m-make him go away,”
“It’s okay, sweetheart, it’s okay,” the biker whispered into your ear, pulling you close by the waist as his other hand gently caressed the back of your head. With you locked in his arms, Sirius steps back some more and moves to put himself between you and your pursuer. 
Panting the drunk bastard pulled an unconvincing friendly grin, “Come on now, guys-”
“Shut it mate,” peering over the biker’s shoulder, you see the brawny man in glasses snarl at the drunk, his arm muscles made taut as he folded them across his chest, flexing his tattoos, “you better fuck off before things get dirty between us, alright?”
“You’re misunderstanding,” the drunk hiccupped and continued, “you see, she’s my girlfriend and she’s just bein’ dramatic aint ya, sweets?”
“That doesn’t matter,” the tall brunette piped up and stepped forward, towering over the disgusting man, “she clearly doesn’t want to be around you right now so you better do what the lady says and get!”
“She’s a little liar is wh-”
“Don’t even try you sick bastard,” James shouts, grabbing the guy by the collar and pushing him back, “we know that you’re the liar here so you better leave the pretty lady alone or else I’ll start swingin’”
Struggling to push James off, the man eventually scrambles away and almost lands face first into the pavement, “You’re bunch o’ pricks!” 
“Yeah yeah yeah, shove it up your arse, dickhead, we don’t care,” the one in glasses waved off and, together with the brunette chased away the poor excuse of a man. 
“Don’t worry, love, he’s gone now…” Sirius whispers comfortingly beside your ear and leans back to take a look at your face with a sympathetic pout, “you’re gonna be okay,” he wipes away your tears and tenderly tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear. The affection brings a soft smile to your lips and you thank him sincerely in a meek voice, which he smiles at in return. 
“You okay, doll?” James asks, brows furrowing in concern as his anger gradually subsides. He couldn’t believe any man would do such a thing to a lady. The bastard probably grew up in a swamp of some kind with no manners, James truly hopes he gets run over.
“Y-yeah, a little bit,” you smile at them with a grateful nod, “the adrenaline is still there but I’ll be fine,”
Taking in your shaking shoulders, Sirius gives you a tight squeeze and pats your back reassuringly, muttering under his breath, “There, there love,” thankful for his actions, you lean your head against his shoulder and breath in his scent of comfort and safety - leather, green soap, musk and smoke. 
“Well, at least you’re not hurt,” Remus smiles but in his eyes there is still evidence of his earlier rage. He can’t imagine the amount of fear you had to have experienced from such a chilling affair, he feels somewhat protective of you now, especially when you look so small and compliant in Sirius’s arms.
“We’ll walk you the rest of your way home, okay?” James gently insists with a subdued grin, appreciating your cute face when you pull away from Sirius’s shoulder to stare at him wide-eyed.
“Y-you’d do that for me?” you bite your lip, feeling tears well up from how fortunate and relieved you felt. 
“Nonsense, dove,” Remus smiles warmly at you, “it’s not any trouble, it would be more for us since we’d be worrying about you all night, otherwise,” comforted by their reassurance, you let them walk you home and gave them each a hug and one last word of thanks at your doorstep before you waved them off and slipped inside. Safe and sound, you smile to yourself at the thought of your heroes in tattoos. 
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NEXT : 02 | THANK YOU
A/N : im practically exposing how james, sirius and remus are comfort characters to me. please stay safe my loves and this is not me trying to romanticise stalking or assault in any way
NAVI. | HEROES IN TATTOOS SERIES
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sh1-n0bu · 2 months
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𝔫𝔬𝔟𝔲’𝔰 𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔨𝔱𝔬𝔟𝔢𝔯 𝔬𝔣 2023!
day 30: choking with il dottore from genshin impact
warnings: choking, slapping, usage of aphrodisiac, dottore is a masochist, cockstepping, foot humping, degrading, cumming untouched, reader is a harbinger
notes: can you guys just tell that i fucking despise this rat????
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as harbingers of the tsaritsa and a group of very unlovable, twisted, evil and just genuinely not-so-good people, disturbance at workplace was common. of course, said disturbance ranges from a simple hiss of “i fucking hate you. i hope your next mission goes so unwell that the only casualty will be your tattered corpse” to whatever this is. this could have easily been called as something that most people would call as ‘hate sex’ if only the both of you were not fully clothed.
so technically, this would be counted as ‘hate masturbating’? ah, fuck the labels or those things. right now, the only focus on your mind was to put this annoying bastard in his place.
he really thought he was the shit, didn’t he? the absolute galls of this motherfucker to even dare to put you down and insult you in front of your own subordinates. not just that, he went ahead and put aphrodisiacs into your coffee and his own like the absolute lunatic he was.
how badly you wanted to crush his windpipes in. that would oh so easy with your current position of your hand wrapped nicely around his neck like those beautiful chokers you see on some certain accessory shops. or even one that resembles a collar that is bound tightly around the neck of a rabies infested animal. but with a deranged doctor like dottore, the latter description seem to fit well with how he was moaning and wheezing, clothed cock humping your boots as he panted like a dog.
“you really are a detestable creature, you know that?” you hiss in sheer and utter anger, your other hand joining the other to wrap around his throat more forcefully. both hands on his neck, ready to crush his windpipes in if you wanted.
you had the power. a harbinger who’s currently in the position of tenth may be considered weak amongst fellow harbingers but even then, the tenth fatui harbinger is more than capable to shake an entire nation and to be seen as a threat to an archon.
and that tenth harbinger is you.
so even if dottore may be the second, one of the few who has the capacity to rival a god, right now he was nothing more than a pathetic dog who was humping your shoe. panting and whining loudly with his tongue stuck out, the mad doctor only focuses on the feeling of your hands choking him and the hardened leather of your shoes.
“y-yes.. yes yessshh yesyesyesyesyes oh archons, yes. i am. i’m a detestable creature. your detestable creature” dottore chokes on his spit, a wheezing shrill moan escaping his open mouth as his drool drips down his chin. he seems to like being degraded like this, the movements of his humping becoming more and more frantic on your shoe.
red eyes rolling to the back of his skull, sharp gasps and squeals following until he swore he could see black dots in his vision. he didn’t wanted to have the black spots dancing in his vision! because if so, how was he going to see you? he wanted to see you. that look of just pure anger on your face as you choke the daylights out of him and let him hump you like a dog in heat. no, he needed to see you.
“aaANGH—! kyuuck hhang♡︎♡︎ gck! ♡︎♡︎” a loud intake of breath is heard as your hands let go of the position around his neck, allowing him to breathe for a moment. not too long after, without even allowing him to catch a full breath, his head lolls to the side with a stinging feeling on the side of his cheek. did you just…?
“eyes on me. who said you could go around tearing your gaze away from me, rat” he could briefly hear your voice hiss through the ringing in his ears. muffled, faint, hard to tell if the voice was truly falling from your lips or if it was one of his manic episode voices talking.
either way, it was still your voice that was blessing his ears. it was your shoe that was now stepping on his clothed, weeping cock and he was thankful. maniac and downright insane but dottore knows a holy being when he sees and hears one. he may have not worshipped any of the archons, but for you? the mad doctor would gladly kiss the soles of your shoes over and over. hell, he would even thank you just for being in the same room as you.
call him unstable as much as you would like and he knows that. he even revels in the title and he would gladly wear that title for his entire life if he could be with you. dottore always had this odd obsession with you. since your titling of becoming the tenth fatui harbinger, he had developed this odd sense of fascination.
fascination to dottore, but unhealthy obsession to others.
not like the doctor cares. he had long since gave up trying to reason with other beings and had lost almost all contact with social interaction if not for the harbingers gathering or his experiments with his lab rats. until you joined his ranks.
“i said eyes on me, doctor” you grunt, slapping him across his face again. on the other cheek this time. that seemed to have done the work to catch his attention successfully as his hazy blood eyes focus on you. his cheeks were the same shade of red as his eyes, however it was hard to tell whether it was from your forceful hits or his blushing.
“ougck—! yess.. ye-es yes yesyesyesyes, eyes on you♡︎eyes solely on you♡︎” the blue haired man nods frantically, slight twitch and wince in his eyes showing that the added pressure to his cock was just a tad bit painful for him. even a masochist has their limits. but did he care? no. no he absolutely did not care. if anything, the crazy doctor wanted it to hurt since it was you who was delivering these delicious cocktail of pleasure and pain. he wanted it to hurt. he wanted it to feel good.
with another slap to his cheek for his continued disobedience — for constantly trying to look down at where your shoe was stepping on his stained pants — the doctor lets out a choked noise akin to a mewl before his entire body spasms. thighs shaking and twitching before a strangled noise is let out as the stain in his pants become darker and darker. the stain moving and spreading, some of it even seeping through the fabrics of his clothes as it drips onto the floor below.
“did you… just cum untouched?” you ask, doing a double take as you lift up your shoe to stare at the white translucent juice drip down onto the floor, leaving a tiny puddle. dottore only giggles, almost as if he was in a drunken haze, as he slowly lifts up his face to stare at you. he looked positively fucked up.
“do that again, pleaasshee♡︎?” dottore drawls out.
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coolyiooo · 7 months
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BSD Men - When Their Rival Flirts With You
Pairings: Dazai, Ranpo, Fyodor, Atsushi, and Chuuya
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❗WARNINGS❗: smut, MDNI, biting, hickeys, public, recording, praise, breeding kink, scratching, etc
🖤DAZAI🖤
Dazai has enemies here and there, but the one he hates the most is Chuuya.You and Dazai were at a clothing store, but Dazai said he'd be right back to get some drinks from a food stand.
You were looking around the store and found a hat aisle. You put on a black hat and checked yourself out in a mirror, when suddenly you heard a faint voice, you almost didn't hear it, coming next to you.
"Wow.."
You looked next to you and saw a stranger look at you. He had red hair and blue eyes, making him attractive to the eye, but he was staring at you a little too much.
"...can I help you?" You asked
He stammers and begins to blush a tad "N-no! sorry, you just ah- it looks good on you. Your just ...yea"
You both stared at each other, until Chuuya looks away from you flustered, pretending to look at the other hats. He didn't mean to say something out loud, even if it was a whisper, but he has just never seen someone so beautiful.
When you were wearing the hat it looked like you were wearing his hat, which only made him feel some type of way.Something about him seemed familiar.
You kept staring at him and he noticed, with curiosity, he looks back at you. You both look at each other, his cheeks have a pink color pigment to them.
"Do I...know you from somewhere-?" You asked when suddenly two large drinks of soda fell on Chuuya, leaving you and him in shock.
"Oh no! What a klutz I am! Belladonna, are you alright?" Dazai asked with consideration
"D-Dazai!" You yelled in shock from the mess he made on the stranger
You turned to Chuuya and placed a hand on his shoulder "Are you ok?" That was when Chuuya finally made eye contact with Dazai
"AHHH!! A WET DOG, OH! it's just Chuuya.."
Your eyes looked at Dazai. It seems he knows who this man is.
"Dazai..." Chuuya grumbled "What the hell are you doing here?!" Chuuya yelled, finishing his sentence
"Oh! I'm just shopping with my, Belladonna. My girlfriend!"
"Your.. what?" Chuuya asked in disbelief
Dazai shakes his head up and down with a huge smile. He then turns to look at you. You looked back at him with a dazed look, how did these two know eachother? Too many things were happening at once
Dazai then gives you a big, fat kiss on your lips, making a loud kissing noise. He then starts to attack your face with kisses, which only drew a lot of attention to the three of you.Chuuya looked at you two with wide eyes as you pushed Dazai away from you, by placing two hands on his chest.
"Dazai! Your making a scene!" You yelled in a whisper, like a mom telling their kid to stop embarrassing them in a store.
Dazai pouted "but, bella-"
"Hey, excuse me. You three need to leave the store. Your being a disturbance to our costumers" an employee interrupted
"Oh, ma'am! It's all this one's fault" Dazai said, pointing at Chuuya
Chuuya's face turned red from anger. He looked like he was about to attack Dazai "what the hell are you saying you bastard?!"
Before the situation can become more of a mess, you stepped in and bowed continuously to the employee
"I'm so sorry, ma'am. We'll leave immediately"
You grabbed Chuuya and took him out of the store. You just wanted to help him get paper towels or something. You didn't even pay attention to Dazai because you were a bit frustrated with him. You practically left Dazai behind, but he followed the both of you until you yelled at him to get some napkins.
You grabbed a couple of napkins from your bag and tried to wipe away some of the soda on his clothes while apologizing. Chuuya's anger vanished into thin air ever since you started to basically put your hands all over his body.
"T-this has nothing to do with you, you have nothing to apologize for." He said with blush on his cheeks "It's all that bastards fault" He finished with an annoyed tone
"Do you two know eachother?" You asked
"Unfortunately" Chuuya responded
He saw Dazai coming back with a paper towel roll and he noticed your hands all over Chuuya. They both just gave each other a death glare
Dazai took your hands off of Chuuya "Bella, you shouldn't touch trash"
"I'm going to fucking kill you!" Chuuya yelled, standing up. People's attention was going towards you three again
"Not before I do! I saw how you were looking at her. Don't get any funny ideas!"
You pinched Dazai's cheek harshly, making him yelp in pain, Stopping the fight once again "your acting like a child!"
You then helped Chuuya clean his clothes and learned more about the two, like when they met. Before you left, you forced Dazai to apologize to him.
"now if you excuse me. I have to put someone down" you said
Dazai and Chuuya both had shocked faces, but Chuuya's face turned into a smirk " I think your my new favorite person.. y/n was it?"
You nodded with a smile "see you later, Chuuya" you waved bye.
When you got home, you were just about to yell at Dazai for being an idiot, but he immediately slammed your back against the wall and dove into the crook of your neck, sucking and kissing on it. You were about to yell at him, but his knee started to rub in between your legs, making you aroused.
After creating a couple of hickeys, he pulled away "why was all your attention on him instead of me?" He asked in a breathy, deep voice.
Realization hit you "is that what this was all about? You were just jealous?"
He crossed his arms and looked away from you, closing his eyes.
You scoffed slightly " 'Samu you know I only have eyes for you"
"Then prove it to me, because it didn't look like it back there" he pouted
You rolled your eyes and grabbed the collar of his shirt, forcefully bringing him to the bedroom. You threw him on the bed and got on top of him
" it's disappointing how I have to remind you how much you mean to me, love" You started to take off your shirt "so I'll make sure you'll never doubt me again"
Few minutes have passed and here you are, riding him at a rough pace. His moaning is loud, but so are yours. His head looks down to where your both connected
"You see how good mmn~! I take you?" You asked
He whimpers "yeah~ ah~ so tight and wet mmn~ just for me" His hands grip onto your hips.
He then starts to remember about what happened earlier, how Chuuya looked at you and how you touched him. He wanted to punish you just a bit.He suddenly pushes you and gets on top of you. you were about to say something, but he starts to pound into you, making you stutter a moan
Dazai all of a sudden starts to bite you over and over again, all over your neck. His bites only made your walls clench around him more.
"Your mine, bella~! Ah~! I want everyone else- mmn~ to know your mine ngh! And I'm yours" he pounds deeper into you as you dig your nails into his back.
He smirks, knowing that you'll be leaving a mark on him too
"i- I'm going to mmn! Cum!" You moaned
It didn't take him long before he pushed himself as deep as he can and came inside you, moaning your name while hugging you tightly. You came with him when you felt the warmth, moaning with him.You both were out of breath, still holding onto each other.
He kisses your bite marks and looks deeply into your eyes, a tired smile on his lips
"you know, I wouldn't mind if you left some hickeys and bite marks on me too"
💚RANPO💚
Ranpo's main rival would probably be Poe, so this is how you first met the guy. You were waiting for Ranpo in front of a building, something for an investigation. He told you he was going to invite someone else, but he never told you who or what they look like.
You were simply standing outside waiting for you boyfriend. Off in the distance, Poe saw your figure and immediately thought you were mesmerizing. Poe kind of just stood still while looking at you, the whole world stopped for a second.
While he was admiring your beauty, Karl (his raccoon) got off his shoulders and ran up to you, startling him and making him run after his raccoon.
You were about to call Ranpo, since he was taking a long time. Suddenly, you see a raccoon running towards you.
Everything was moving too fast for you to react. You stood there as you watched this raccoon leap towards you. Your eyes widen a bit, until a hand abruptly grabs the raccoon by the back of it's neck, scruffing it like a puppy.
You were dazed, did this random stranger really grab a raccoon by the neck? You just stood there and looked at this man, who's hair was covering his eyes, until he spoke
"I-im so sorry! He usually never acts like this!" The man apologized
He put the raccoon around his shoulders like a parrot or something. "W-wait that's your...pet?" You asked
"Uh- y-yes"
You were shocked, but immediately became in awe.
You walked closer to the man to take a better look at his raccoon " he is so cute! Can I pet him?"
Poe started to blush, since you were too close to him. "Ah- y-yes! w-well, you can hold him if you want"
Before Poe could grab Karl, Karl jumped on to your shoulders. You jumped from surprise for a second, before you became enamoured by a cute animal on your shoulders. You kept calling Karl cute and how cool Poe was for having such an exotic pet, making him blush. Poe was just about to say something when, out of no where, he felt a harsh slap on his back.
"Hey, Poe! Whatcha doin?" Ranpo yelled with a smile on his face
"R-Ranpo!" Poe said with shock
"Ranpo! Took you long enough. I've been here waiting" you said, a tad annoyed
"I got lost, sugar" Ranpo responded to you while kissing your cheek
"Of course you did" you sighed
"S-sugar?" Poe was stunned
"Oh, yeah! Poe this is y/n, my girlfriend, and y/n this is Poe, the person I told you we're going to meet up today"
Poe felt his soul leave his body. He didn't know Ranpo had a significant other. You were also a little stunned. You just thought 'what a coincidence'
"I see you've already greeted each other" Ranpo said
You chuckled "well I was just having fun with the raccoon"
"R-Ranpo, I didn't know you had a girlfriend"
"Well now you know! She's quite the beauty, isn't she?" He started to attack your face with kisses. People's eyes went towards you two, making you slightly embarrassed
"Ranpo, I love you, but this is not the place" you whispered with consideration
"Your right. We should save all that stuff for later" Ranpo said with a smirk
Poe looked pale as snow "hm? Is everything ok?" Ranpo asked Poe
"Oh, n-nothing. I have to sit down"
Suddenly, Poe felt Ranpo put a hand on his shoulder and leaned into his ear
" I know you must be devastated, but there are other fish in the sea" Ranpo gave him a warm smile
Poe's face went completely red. He couldn't defend himself, even if he wanted to. You just looked at the two with confusion.
"Now time for the investigation!" Ranpo yelled
It didn't take long for Ranpo to finish the investigation, to be Honest, you don't really know why he brought you and Poe along, maybe he was just bored. You all sat on a bench while eating ice cream. You were all enjoying the silence and the taste of the desert until Ranpo blurted out
"Well me and y/n have to do something very quickly before I forget. Just wait for us here Poe!"
Ranpo then grabs your hand and drags you into a building. You still had your ice cream in your hand as he took you into the restroom. It was a single bathroom, so you had the whole room to yourselves. I think you know where this is about to go.
Poe checks the time after waiting for about 5 minutes. He saw the building you and him went into and decided to go and find you two. He looked around in the building and couldn't find a single trace. Poe then decided to just go to the restroom, but before he even touched the handle he heard voices from the inside.
Ranpo was nibbling gently on your neck, leaving small dark hickeys all over you. You were straddling Ranpo as you jumped on his dick. Your hands were on his hair and shoulder and his were on your hips.
"You feel so good around me, sugar~ so tight~" he mumbles against your skin
"Mmn~ too good~ Ranpo, I'm going to cum~"
Poe's face was red as if all of his blood went to his cheeks. He immediately speed walked back to the bench and decided to wait for you two there. He'd be lying if he said your moans didn't aroused him.
When he went back to the bench. He tried to cover his slightly hardened cock by crossing his legs. He couldn't get your voice out of his head. It didn't take long for you and Ranpo to come back. Ranpo had a big smile on his face and you were slightly blushing while smiling.
"We're back! And it's time to go"
Poe blushed a bit "where did you guys go?"
He tried to act dumb, but he forgot he was talking to the Greatest detective. Ranpo smirked and leaned into his ear
"I think you already know"
💜FYODOR 💜
Fyodor is a man who has many enemies, but his main one would be Dazai. You first met Dazai when you were walking with Fyodor to an alleyway. Fyodor left his stuff in a dumpster and couldn't find his hat when suddenly Dazai appeared, wearing his white ushanka.
You were surprised when someone from the ADA found you two, but Fyodor seemed relaxed, as if he knew this was going to happen.They both exchange a couple of words, when suddenly, Dazai noticed your presence.
He was astonished at how he didn't pay attention to you until now. Fyodor's eyes grew a bit darker, knowing what Dazai's thoughts were
"Oh my.." Dazai started, while staring at you with star gazed eyes and slight blushed cheeks
"You are the most beautiful woman I've ever come across" he said with a soft voice, like he couldn't believe his eyes
You looked at him with a confused face, shocked by the words this man was saying to you. He shouldn't be flirting with someone from an organization that's trying to eliminate his.
"Ah~ So that's how fallen angels lure the humans into sin. With you being one of them and as stunning, bewitching, drop dead gorgeous as you are, who could ever say no to you? " Dazai said
Before you could respond, Fyodor got in front of you in a possessive manner. Your head peeking out of his shoulder as Dazai looked at you two like he was thinking, then put two and two together
"Oh! I'm sorry, are you two an item by any chance?" Dazai asked, scratching his head
"I would prefer if you wouldn't speak to her" Fyodor responded with a wicked smile
"Wow, how cute! Look at you being all protective~ I would be too if she was mine. You are quite a lucky man aren't you?" Dazai smirks
"Indeed I am and don't waste your time coming up with faithless ideas. She would never fall for someone like you"
Their faces and tone was filled with an intense, passive aggressive aura. It was making you uncomfortable as they both slyly smiled at each other.You decided to back Fyodor up to kill two birds with one stone. To help Fyodor ease up a bit and to tell Dazai to respectfully stfu.
"I would have to agree. I mean, I wouldn't fall for a half done mummy" you said
The cold atmosphere immediately went away when their focus was back to you. Fyodor let out an amused chuckle as Dazai was embarrassed. His face turned white
"I've been called many things, But not a half done mummy" Dazai responded in almost a whine and a pout
After more exchanges of words, someone from the top of a building shoots Dazai. It left you in shock, but Fyodor gave you a reassuring look, you then knew that this was just part of his plan.
After they both said their last words, Fyodor gives you a look that tells you it's time to go. You nod and give him a small smile as you hug his left arm, your cheek laying on his shoulder. While you both walk away, Fyodor kisses the top of your head, side eyeing Dazai who's laid out on the ground looking at you two.
When you two both made it home safely. He brought you towards the bedroom and very gently started to kiss your lips. Your heart was fluttering. His lips felt like tears, kindly caressing your skin and bringing you sudden warmth.It was a struggle, but when you both needed some air, you pulled away. Both of you breathing heavily
"Don't tell me I have to remind you that I only have eyes for you, Fedya" you said in a breathy whisper
He smiled "of course not, my love. I just.. have to mark what's mine"
He pushes you onto the bed and gets on top of you. He begins to kiss your neck, already making you moan quietly.
"I have to show others that you belong to me" he says against your skin.
That night, Fyodor made love to you in a tender, yet rough, way. He left hickeys and bite marks in visible places, which only turned you on more and moan his name.One of your hands was grabbing onto his shoulder and the other held the back of his head while he sucked on your neck.
He was going at a normal pace, but even then he reached deep inside you. He stops sucking on the skin of your neck to kiss the fresh mark. You could hear him quietly groan.
"Oh, how I wish he could see how beautifully you spread your legs just for me, moya lyubov~" he said in between kisses
He lifts his head up, his forehead against yours, looking deeply into your eyes
" mmm~ I want him to know how incredible I make you feel ah~ how much I satisfy you in every way"
"Mmm~ you do, Fedya~ ah~! Your the only one who's ever made me satisfied~" you responded
He smirks then starts to thrust deeper into you, reaching you two closer to your climaxes. "You are so ravishing, my love~ I'm- mmn~ at my limit~" he groans
You wrapped your legs completely around his waist, locking him in place to tell him to cum inside you. The pleasure was too good, you couldn't even form sentences.
He understood what you wanted and kept going.A little while longer of rubbing his cock against your tight walls, he found his release and came deep inside, biting your neck, letting a groan out .
You moaned his name loudly as you also came with him. You both didn't move for a bit. You were just trying to catch your breaths, but he softly says
"I really am a lucky man to call you mine"
💙ATSUSHI💙
Atsushi's rival is obviously Akutagawa. You were on a shopping date with Atsushi, but you both parted ways for a bit and decided to meet up somewhere else.
You were on your phone trying to find Atsushi while walking on the sidewalk. You then randomly bumped into someone roughly, it was almost like you hit a wall.
"Watch where your-!... Oh" the stranger said.
He was annoyed at first when someone suddenly bumped into him, but when he took a good look at you, he felt his mind go blank just for a second, in a good way somehow.You touched your head to ease the pain as you look at the stranger.
He had black hair with white tips at the front. He wore a long, black coat with a ruffled top. You noticed his tone was full of anger at first that soon turned to a calm one.
"I- I'm sorry" he apologized
You felt like it was actually your fault for bumping into him "No, I'm sorry! I wasn't looking"
His eyes widen slightly "I wasn't either. your fine"
You smile kindly, but you realized that you've probably seen him before
"...hey, you look familiar.." you said
He look dumbfounded and without thinking he said "I doubt it. If I've seen someone like you before, I would've remember"
Your eyes widen a bit as you tilted your head. He realized what he just said and blushed slightly "I mean-.. I just have a good memory"
You chuckle gently while scratching your head "Yeah, I must be imagining things"
You both looked at eachother for a second before you heard a familiar voice next to you "Y/n, I got you some flowers! I hope you like them"
You look at a small bouquet that Atsushi had in his hands and smile widely. You gasp "Awe, thank you so much, Atsushi. You didn't have to" you kiss his cheek
"You?..." The stranger whispered, grumbling gently
"Akutagawa?" Atsushi said.
You finally realized why the stranger looked familiar. It's because you've heard about him from the ADA
"what are you doing here?" They said at the same time
"I'm here on a date" Atsushi responded. His eyes darken and his tone seemed on edge
Akutagawa's face looked extremely confused "A date? You? "
You stepped into the conversation "Yes, I'm his girlfriend"
Akutagawa looked at you baffled. Why is someone like you dating someone like him and why does he care so much? He doesn't know you at all, but he felt... Disappointed.
Without thinking he said in a harsh tone "You shouldn't waste your time on a pathetic man like him"
Atsushi eyes looked hurt for a split second. How dare someone talk about him like this?
You protested "Atsushi is the strongest man I know in every way"
He responded " Don't be ridiculous. You could do better"
Now you were pissed "Why don't you mind your own business? And I doubt I could. He's the only one who's ever made me satisfied"
Before anybody could say more, you held Atsushi's hand and dragged him away from Akutagawa. Akutagawa wanted to say something, but nothing came out. Why did he care so much about someone he barley just met? He doesn't know
As you dragged Atsushi away, after a couple minutes, Atsushi started to gently tell you to stop. You immediately stopped as you apologized to Atsushi
"I'm sorry, I just didn't like how he spoke about you and any second longer I probably would've done something I would regret" you said embarrassed
He looked at you with a worried expression "Did you really mean everything you said?"
You look at him surprised "Of course I do. Without a doubt!"
He smiles genuinely while he hugs you passionately "Thank you" he whispers
You hug him back with a warm smile, but you then asked "Don't tell me you believed some of his words because if so. I'll just have to prove to you how much I love you"
He smiled kindly "I already know, love, but um-" he looked away embarrassed with a blush "I..didn't like how he was looking at you" he finished his sentence
"How do you mean?"
"It- doesn't matter, but" he pushed your back gently against a wall while hugging you
In you ear he said " I don't want people getting the wrong idea that your single, so..." Atsushi kisses your neck, pulling you closer with his hand that's on your back, forgetting that you were both in a public setting.
He mumbles against your skin "I want others to know your mine"
Time flew by after you both made it to your apartment. You were both in your room, on the bed, with Atsushi on top of you. His thrusts were rough and so were his bites on your body, but his kisses were so full of love.
The bed frame would occasionally hit against the wall, making a thudding noise.You were both moaning and breathing heavily. The sensation made your heart beat faster as you were slowly feeling your release approaching
He bites on your shoulder as you moan his name loudly. "Your voice is so beautiful, y/n , mmn~! e-especially when you say my name~ "
He kissed your lips and asked "do I- ah~! make you feel good?"
You look into his eyes "you feel so good~ mmn~ i-im actually about to- ah~ cum~"
"I-i love it when you do ngh~! so don't hold back~"
His thrusts became harder and faster. His cock reaching deeper inside of you and it felt like he was only getting bigger. You could tell he was close to cumming too
You scratched your nails against his back, leaving red lines all over him. He kept saying ' I love you's' as he went faster. Both of you moaning and whimpering until he gripped your hips tightly and shot his load inside you.
You were both panting as you felt each other twitching from the orgasm. He was still inside you as he kissed your lips. He looked at you deeply in the eyes
"can we..do it again?"
🧡CHUUYA🧡
We all know who Chuuya's rival is, which is Dazai. You were following Chuuya after you both heard that the port mafia captured him. You've never seen the guy, but Chuuya always talked smack about him, so naturally, you also don't really like the guy.
When you walked down some stairs, you saw a man cuffed to a Pilar. He hands and even neck were covered in bandages. His hair was brown with slight curls.
Based off of what Chuuya has told you, this is Dazai.His eyes were closed as if he was sleeping, but when he heard foot steps approaching, his eyes went directly towards you first
His eyes turned into stars as he said "Do my eyes deceive me or do I see a goddess? Am I..in heaven? Oh wait, Chuuya is here. nevermind"
You were taken aback by the flirtatious comment, but before you could react, Chuuya punched Dazai in the stomach. You heard Dazai grunt in pain
"Want to say that to my girlfriend again, you bastard?"
"Girlfriend? You? Out of all people, you have a girlfriend?" Dazai asked in disbelief before he started to chuckle, only making Chuuya punch him again
They both kept making fun of the other for a bit before Chuuya asked him what his real plan for being captured was. Dazai said he planned to be killed, but Chuuya didn't buy it.
Dazai's attention went back to you for a split second, before talking to Chuuya again "You better be treating her well or else I'd snatch her right up~"
Chuuya, with his feet, cuts off the chains that were holding Dazai. "I'd like to see you try without getting killed! And what makes you think I don't treat her well? I bet all you'd do is ask her to do a double suicide with you"
"Your not wrong, but not before i treat her like a queen"
"Shut up! The real reason why I'm here is because I want to fight you. I want to crush you and whatever scheme you dreamed up"
Dazai then, with a snap of his fingers, unlocks his cuffs. They both exchanged words, Dazai spoke about how if he wanted to be free he would've done so. They then proceeded with full on fighting each other.
At this point, you were just there watching the fight. No real reason as to why you were there, but at least you were enjoying the fight. After awhile of them beating eachother up, Dazai told Chuuya why he can't kill him and if he did, he'd just get into trouble. This made Chuuya mad because he knows Dazai is right
After a few more words, Chuuya held your hand gently and walked towards to the stairs to leave. Before you two left, Dazai said something to you
"If you ever want to do a double suicide call me, my belladonna~ I would love it if you, a goddess, to be the last thing I see on this earth"
You saw that Chuuya was about to yell some shit at him, but you then said with a smile "Wish I could say the same, but I'm in love with Chuuya"
He smiles back at you "Oh Trust me, Belladonna. You could do so much better"
"BASTARD!" Chuuya was about to go beat up Dazai again, until you held the back of his jacket to keep him steady
"Trust you? trust me when I say you can never be compared to Chuuya. Not in a million years"
Your eyes suddenly darkened as you still held a smile "I don't like it when assholes make fun of the people I love, so please shut the fuck up"
Your words only made Dazai shiver "so creepy. I bet you learned that from Chuuya"
Chuuya ignored his words and just looked into your eyes. He loved that you just told Dazai off. Chuuya simply cupped your cheek as he smiled at you. He kissed your cheek, but you grabbed his face to kiss his lips.
You were both passionately kissing while Dazai was just uncomfortably watching. "Um- hey, you guys know I'm still here, right?"
Chuuya suddenly carries you bridal style "Yea, sorry, we suddenly have plans. Something you wouldn't understand"
Before Dazai could say anything Chuuya left. You quickly found yourselves at your shared apartment on the bed. You both kissed eachother roughly while moaning.
He pulled away for a second "Sorry, darling, but I have to let others know that your not available"
He went to kiss your neck and shoulders, already starting to bite and leave hickeys. You held the back of his head to bring him closer. He picked you up by under your thighs. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist and your arms went around his neck.
He then aggressively hits your back against a wall and looks at you "Say goodbye to walking, love, because it's going to be a fun night~"
Minutes passed and you find yourself bending over a table as Chuuya fucks you from behind. Both of you moaning loudly while your skin claps against each thrust.The table was scrapping against the ground from how aggressive he was being. His grip on your ass was definitely going to leave a mark and your nails left scratch marks on the table.
He then bent over. His chin was on your shoulder while he kissed your cheek. Chuuya, out of no where, bites deeply into your shoulder, making you moan his name loud.
He pulled away "Oh, f-fuck~ you feel so fucking good, doll~ ngh~! If only he could see you"
Something inside him was different. usually he would never do this, but at the moment he was very possessive.
"Doll~ mmn~! do you mind if I show that ass for brains how good I make you feel?"
You could only respond with a nod. You weren't thinking straight, the pleasure was just too good, but you thought 'why not?'.
Chuuya smirks slightly while, using his ability, he got his phone and started to record only your voice and nothing else.When you notice he was recording, you started to moan his name loudly and kept praising how good Chuuya is. You heard chuuya groan deeply as he went at a faster pace
"F-fuck~! I- I'm- agh~! c-cumming~! C-Chuuya~" you moaned
You heard Chuuya's grunts become louder and louder, until he thrusted deep inside you to cum inside you. Both of you moaned loudly as you came together.You were breathing heavily and at the same time you felt your legs quivering. You couldn't feel them at all.
Chuuya then remembers that he's still recording and presses the send button before really thinking about what he just did, but that's for you two to worry about in the future. Dazai is always messing with him, so he was just returning the favor
He leaned into your ear and whispered while he kissed it. "your my love~ I love you so much"
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ALWAYS & FOREVER 💞
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pairing - sunghoon x fem!reader.
genre - smut, fluff, hurt comfort
words - 4k.
synopsis - you're a little worried that your boyfriend isn't serious about your relationship after noticing that he never initiates intimacy with you. upon learning that you're upset with him, he decides to take the time to show you how much he actually cares about you.
warnings - make up sex, mentions of food, oral sex (fem!receiving), marking, unprotected sex.
notes - this is kinda cheesy but please leave feedback and lmk how you found it!
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Sunghoon hadn’t meant to go through your texts. He was just trying to see what time it was after waking up from his nap. When he innocently tapped your screen, expecting it to light up with the time displayed on your lockscreen, it instead revealed a conversation you had been having with your friend. Any other day Sunghoon could have cared less about what the two of you were talking about, but today, his eyes nearly popped out of his head when the first word he registered was his full government name. Right next to it in the black text bubble were the words “is a fucking bastard”. 
If Sunghoon was groggy before, the text was enough to wake him right up. He didn’t think twice before scrolling up a bit and providing himself some context. In hindsight, it wasn’t the best idea. Never in his life had he felt as anxious as he did in the two minutes that it took him to soak in the conversation you had been having with your friend. 
You were complaining to her about him, except instead of blaming him, you were blaming yourself. You thought you weren’t attractive enough for him anymore because he never once had initiated intimacy with you. 
Sunghoon felt like he had been slapped in the face with a sledgehammer. Had he not read these messages, he never would have known that you felt this way. You hadn’t given any indications that you were upset, not that you were obligated to, but it was absolutely baffling how blind Sunghoon had been to your worries. 
The idea that he was making you feel insecure sickened him. He loved you so much, but he had failed at making you feel loved. It was embarrassing to have to receive a wake up call just to do the bare minimum, but Sunghoon knew he needed to show you just how wrong you were about his feelings for you. 
Moments later, you emerged from the bathroom. You smiled at him, glad to see that he was finally awake. Taking in the troubled expression on his face made your smile waver. “Are you alright? You look disturbed. Did you have a nightmare?” You asked, coming closer to him. 
You placed a hand on his forearm. Your palm felt cold in contrast to his boiling skin. “Oh my God Sunghoon, you’re burning up,” You exclaimed, noticing how unusually warm he was. How could he tell you that it wasn’t an illness, but sheer humiliation that was making his skin so hot to the touch?
You reached forward to place the back of your hand against his forehead, but he grabbed your wrist and held your hand in his instead. “I’m okay. It just got a little too hot in here for me,” He fibbed, trying to pass it off as a hot flash or something. “Are you sure?” You confirmed. Hearing the concern in your voice made him feel worse. He nodded and squeezed your hand to assure you. You sighed and gave him a tight lipped smile, trusting him enough to take his word for it. 
“Well I ordered take out and it’s almost here. Wanna help me set the table?” You offered. Sunghoon smiled in agreement, “Sure.” He didn’t let go of your hand as he followed you out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. 
A silence fell over you two as you began pulling plates from the cabinet and he prepared the silverware. It was probably normal for you, but he felt suffocated by it. He couldn’t stop thinking about what would’ve happened if he hadn’t realized how he was making you feel. He knew he needed to make it up to you, and he wanted to do so as soon as he could. He wanted to make his feelings clear once and for all, not half ass it and leave you to second guess whether he was being genuine or not.
The doorbell rang. Both of you perked up and looked at each other. “Food’s here! I’ll go get it,” You offered, jogging to the door excitedly. Sunghoon watched you with a smile. He was so lucky to have you in his life. He knew he couldn’t lose you over his own misgivings. You returned with the bag of food and set it down at the center of the table. Sunghoon helped you take all the boxes out and open them up. 
“I felt like I was going to die if I didn’t have this today,” You shared as you two finally sat down to feast. Sunghoon laughed sympathetically and started plating your food for you. “Make sure you eat well then,” He chimed, waiting for you to take a bite before digging in himself. 
Dinner ended promptly with both of your tummies full and satisfied. Sunghoon was standing by your side, drying off the dishes as you washed them. Once again, things were quiet between you two. Sunghoon used the time to reflect and figure out exactly how he was going to explain why he was so unforthcoming. 
After handing him the last plate, you began washing your hands. Sunghoon stared at you, the urge to do something eating him from the inside. He always hesitated because he was worried you didn’t want him at that specific moment. Not only was he scared of rejection, but he was also incredibly nervous. He didn’t know how to be smooth with it. He feared his awkwardness would disinterest you, and he would rather avoid the embarrassment than take his chances. 
But not anymore. No, it was finally time for him to get over himself. His concerns were irrational. This was you, not some stranger. He didn’t need to worry about embarrassing himself in front of you. He had already done so unintentionally, and once was good enough for him. And so what if you didn’t want to have sex with him right now? You weren’t going to hold anything against him, and it wasn’t going to turn out to be some nightmarish occurrence that he wouldn’t be able to live down. 
Having psyched himself up for the challenge, Sunghoon stepped closer to you, observing how you reacted to his proximity. Much to his dismay, you seemed unfazed, not that he knew what he was expecting instead. You had been together for months now. You weren’t going to become hyper aware of his presence and get shy or something. 
Wanting to slap himself for overthinking this so much, Sunghoon snapped out of it and returned to his mission. It was simple. He wanted to hug you. Then, he was going to spin you around and kiss you. Hopefully from there he could make it clear through his body language that he wanted to have sex with you, and on the off chance that you didn’t get the memo, he was going to break out of his shell and lay his intentions straight. He just hoped you wouldn’t find it too suspicious, nervous that the meaning behind his actions would lose their power.
In one swift motion, Sunghoon stepped up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder. He felt your body stiffen in his hold, and his heart nearly popped out of his chest. You placed your hands over him and slowly relaxed, making him realize that he had probably just caught you off guard. You leaned into him, squeezing his arm with gratitude. Sunghoon felt his heart bloom triumphantly. This wasn’t that hard. 
“What’s up with you today? Ever since you’ve woken up from that nap you’ve been acting so sweet,” You remarked, sounding genuinely surprised. The embarrassment rushed back to him and he felt nervous once again. “Am I usually not sweet?” He tried to joke. Instead he just ended up sounding a little butthurt. A panicked laugh escaped you as you rushed to reassure him, “No, no! It’s just that you’re a lot more subtle with it. Today you’ve been kinda bold. I like it.” 
So it was working. Sunghoon returned to feeling proud of himself, even though this was only one small victory. There was still a lot more he needed to do to apologize to you. Moving away from you slightly, he pulled your waist around, making you face him. Before he could second guess himself, he grabbed your face in his palms and crashed his lips onto yours. You let out a noise of surprise against his lips before calming down and kissing him back. Your hands fell to his waist, where you held onto him gingerly. Sunghoon pushed you back against the counter as he deepened the kiss, relying on pure instinct to guide him. The second he let his mind take control, he was going to freak out and pull away. 
Whenever you kissed him with the intent of taking things further, you always felt him up, making him crave your touch. Sunghoon did the same, letting go of your face to lift you up onto the counter. He massaged your thighs and confidently squeezed your breasts, making you gasp. As his hand slipped under your shirt, his lips separated from yours and moved down to your neck. 
“Hoon,” You whispered breathlessly, closing your eyes when he began sucking softly on your skin. “I need you so bad,” He muttered in between kisses, surprising even himself. His consciousness had given way to the desires of his body. He felt so unrestrained. It was amazing. 
But this wasn’t about him. This was about you, and as soon as he remembered, he hesitated and pulled away. He needed to slow down. This was supposed to be passionate, not ravenous. Your eyes peeled open in confusion. “Why’d you stop?” You asked, your voice light and airy. Smiling at you, Sunghoon touched his forehead to yours and caressed your cheek with the pad of thumb. “You know I love you, right?” 
You furrowed your brows, your body going stiff again. Anxiety bubbled inside Sunghoon but he held it down. Of all times this was the only one where he seriously needed to be shameless. Otherwise he would never be able to convey anything to you ever again. 
“And I love you too.” You paused, still in deep contemplation. “But, where is all of this coming from? You’re never so forward with me.” You didn’t sound suspicious, but you didn’t sound particularly amused either. You were in disbelief, and there was a hint of pain in your voice. 
Had he struck a nerve? Sunghoon didn’t know what to tell you. He wanted to explain and apologize for his behavior but he knew that wouldn’t satisfy your question of why. How was he going to tell you how he realized he was the problem to begin with? He didn’t want you to feel betrayed by him going through your messages. 
He was stuck between a rock and a hard place. He wanted to make things right but at the same time he didn’t want you to feel vulnerable by pretending like he didn’t have a goal here. He pulled away from you and took your hands in his, staring at your knees shamefully. 
“I always want to make an effort with you, because that’s what you deserve. And that doesn’t just mean holding the door open for you or asking what kind of air freshener you prefer to have in my car. There are so many little things I could do to make you feel loved but none of them would matter if I can’t be bold about my feelings for you. I always want you, and I want you to know that I want you. It’s just that I get scared that you don’t want me, or that you’ll think I only want you for your body or something superficial like that. Not just that, but I’m also afraid that I’ll embarrass myself because I’ve never been good at charming people intentionally. What if I do something that’s so embarrassing that turns you off forever and ruins our sex life? That sounds terrifying. So I just avoid it altogether.” 
He sighed in frustration, realizing he was just rambling and stealing meaning from his apology. Before he could continue however, you raised his chin, making him look you in the eye. Your eyes were glossy and you looked distraught. His guilt punched him in the gut. Why did he keep having to hurt you?
“I hate you so much,” You seethed, “Why do you have to be such a coward?”
Sunghoon opened his mouth, but no words came out. He was at a loss, wondering the same thing as you. 
“We’ve been together for so long now and you’re afraid of embarrassing yourself by asking for sex? Is that even a legitimate fear? I’ve literally seen you barf all over yourself after getting shitfaced with your friends! Do you seriously think you could do anything more embarrassing?” You rubbed your face, completely exasperated. “I feel so stupid! Here I was thinking you were repulsed by me when you were actually just being a little bitch!” 
Sunghoon reached for you, wanting to console you, but you slapped his hands away. “I was floating in this toxic little bubble and I felt like I was gonna go insane. I really love you too and I just ended up feeling like I was doing too much to show that, to the point where you were starting to have enough of me.” 
Sunghoon reached for you again and this time you let him hold you. The messages he had read were only the cream of the crop. Hearing how he had truly made you felt was eye opening, and he was incredibly ashamed of himself. “I would never get tired of you. You’re the best thing that’s happened to me in a long time and I want to cherish that. I’m the one who fucked up here so don’t blame yourself for feeling the way you did. I’m the selfish one for wanting to protect my pride. This is all my fault and I’m really really sorry.”
Wiping your face, you pulled away from him and looked him in the eye. You had never seen him appear so remorseful. “It’s okay baby,” You sniffled, touching his cheek affectionately. “Actually, I’m sorry for ruining the mood. We were really getting it on but I just had to go ahead and let my emotions get the best of me.” You rolled your eyes at yourself, feeling guilty because you knew he had taken a step outside his comfort zone for you. You were regretful for not communicating your doubts with him, knowing this whole ordeal would’ve been a lot less stressful on both of you if you had just brought it up and talked to him about it. 
Sunghoon snickered lovingly, cupping your cheek. He shook his head and leaned closer to you, pecking the tip of your nose. “Did you like it when I kissed you like that?” He asked, tracing your bottom lip with his thumb expectantly. You bit your lip and hummed, closing in on the gap between your lips. “Oh I loved it so much.” 
With newfound conviction, Sunghoon kissed you again, his lips moving fervently against yours. You scooted closer to the edge of the counter, wanting to feel his body pressed up against yours. Something about having him close just turned you on so much. 
As much as you had enjoyed his urgency before, you liked how calmly he was kissing you now. Hugging him close, you let your hands roam the expanse of his back, feeling his muscles tense as he maneuvered your mouth against his. 
The longer he kissed you, the harder he kissed you, and the more he stole your breath. You had to interrupt the kiss reluctantly, needing to catch your breath. You grinned at him, noticing the moisture on his lips. “Take your shirt off,” You requested, watching eagerly as he heeded your proposal. “Okay now take my clothes off,” You added, feeling giddy with excitement. 
Sunghoon obediently pulled your top off over your head and lifted your hips to slide your pants off. You pulled him back to you, wrapping your legs around his waist and throwing your arms around his neck. “I feel like a kitchen counter just isn’t the most appropriate place to have make up sex, don’t you think?”
You nodded, unable to think of anything else to say. His considerateness had already filled you with so much love, you weren’t sure what more you could have asked for. Sunghoon kissed your lips one last time before descending down your body with a trail of gentle kisses. He spread your legs and kissed the insides of your thighs, making your core buzz. His lips closed around your skin and you felt him suck lightly, pulling away once he had left a dark note of his love. Once he was satisfied with his masterpiece, he brushed his fingers over the hickeys, knowing well enough how much he had longed to do something like this to you. 
“Sorry to keep you waiting,” He apologized, hooking his fingers into the waistband of your underwear. You giggled shyly as you watched him slide them off. “Don’t worry about it. Take all the time you need.” 
Sunghoon hooked his arms around your thighs and pressed his lips against your folds. Your walls clenched in anticipation, eager to be enveloped by his mouth. He licked a stripe up your pussy, circling the tip of his tongue around your clit before sucking on it softly. You felt your body relax as the pleasure slowly rode up your body, blanketing you in its warmth.
“You taste so good,” Sunghoon murmured, the vibrations from his voice shocking your clit. Arousal trickled down your walls, ever eager to be prodded. He began licking your clit, his tongue casually gliding up and down. You felt like you were sailing over waves of pleasure. Soft moans poured from your lips as the sweet sensation filled every nerve in your body. 
“Fuck,” You cursed quietly, grinding your hips down against his mouth. Sunghoon made no effort to stop you, loving the way you demanded more from him. He let his hand travel up your stomach, feeling the goosebumps that had risen on your skin. 
He began nipping and sucking on your clit, holding your squirming hips tightly enough that you could still move them without disrupting his flow. He felt your hand sit on the crown of his head, and soon enough, his face was being pushed harder against your core.   Sunghoon didn’t mind. He could stay there forever if he needed to. “Are you close?” He asked when he felt your walls clench for the nth time. The yelp you let out was affirming enough to indicate that you indeed were.
With a renewed sense of determination, Sunghoon began alternating between sucking on your clit and flicking it with his tongue. The constant, unpredictable change in stimulation took you for a total spin. Your body felt like it was getting lighter the closer you came to your high. You tugged at the roots of his hair as the building pleasure finally reached its peak. Sunghoon hummed against you as your walls gushed arousal straight onto his tongue. The wet muscle poked at your entrance, collecting every drop that spilled from you like it was nectar. 
Following the path of kisses that he had laid down on your body, Sunghoon was soon hovering back over you again. With some assistance from you, he pushed his pants down, letting his cock spring free. You wrapped your fingers around his girth, stroking it longingly. Sunghoon wasted no time spitting on his cock and slicking it up before pushing his tip at your entrance.
“You ready?” He asked, pausing before he slid into you. You nodded; he had no idea how long you had been waiting for him to fuck you. “Alright,” He prefaced, leaning back to watch his cock finally enter you. 
Once he had filled you up, his hands returned to either side of your head. You held onto his arms, noticing the slight bend in his brows as he basked in that initial pleasure of your walls hugging his cock. 
Slowly, his hips began moving, dragging his cock against your walls. You loved the pressure from the weight of his cock alone. When he added the friction to the mix, you couldn’t think straight. 
Sunghoon’s face stayed mere inches away from yours. He wanted to witness the pleasure you experienced as he provided it to you. You kept your eyes fixed on his, the eye contact only adding to the intimacy of the occasion.
“You’re so beautiful,” He whispered, leaning down to kiss you. You held the kiss a little longer, getting lost in the plague that was him. “You make me feel beautiful,” You responded, pulling his lips back down on yours. 
“God, I love you so much,” He groaned, burying his face in the crook of your neck. Your fingers tangled into the hair at the nape of his neck and you spread your legs wider, helping him go deeper inside you. 
At this point his pace had sped up significantly as his body got ready to zero in on his climax. His hands balled into fists at your side, his eyes squeezing shut as he came closer and closer to nirvana. 
You squeezed his waist, silently coaxing him on. Sunghoon’s thrusts became more and more irregular until he snapped his hips into you, moaning into your ear as he released inside of you. 
“Mhm fuck yes baby, cum inside me,” You moaned, rocking your hips back and forth. Sunghoon held your jaw, his mouth hanging open against your cheek. Feeling his hot breath fan over your face was oddly comforting.
“Fuck, I wanna do that all over again,” He yearned, pulling out of you once he was finished. You grinned at him and pushed him down on his back. “How about you take a breather first?” 
He glanced over at you, his chest rising and falling heavily. You met his eye and traced a finger down his face. “What’s up?” You asked, sensing there was something on his mind. He held your hand against his face and closed his eyes. When he opened them again, he seemed ready to share his thoughts. 
“I have to admit something,” He confessed, “I actually went through your messages earlier today. It was an accident, but that’s where I found out that you wanted me to take more initiative.” 
You blinked at him, not knowing what to say. Eventually, you pulled your hand away from his face and crossed your arms over your chest. “Why do you think I should know that?” You asked, genuinely curious. 
Sunghoon gave you a confused look, probably wondering why you didn’t seem mad. “I don’t know. I guess I just don’t want to live with a guilty conscience,” He figured, relieved that you weren’t cross with him. 
“I don’t care how you found out. What matters more is that you actually did something about it instead of getting defensive. I don’t know a lot of people who would’ve done that,” You shared, reassuring him. 
Sunghoon smiled. “Well, I hope you never have to encounter anyone that wouldn’t do that. You deserve the best.” 
You laughed endearingly. “Lucky me then I guess. Because I already found him.”
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𝗺𝗶𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗲𝗹 𝗸𝗮𝗶𝘀𝗲𝗿 𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗺!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿
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╹synopsis :: you hated him from the moment he showed up at the bastard munchen tryouts — you can't stand him, it's impossible, or so you thought.
╹contents :: 8.9 k words aka word vomit, fluff and two kind of suggestive scenes,mostly pre-timeskip kaiser, reader is football fanatic, kaiser loves to annoy her(he is just in love with her), just one teenager denying their feelings while the other is clearly in love, mentions of her parents - to clarify they are not dead !, mentions of real players from the actual club bayern munchen, i don't know if I can put this in the slow burn section? she hates him but she loves him.
╹notes :: 100 followers special i gave my blood, sweat and tears for this, please spare me. sorry for any grammar mistakes, hope you enjoy! for my one and only, and big thanks to @kooriou 🤍
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You hated Michael Kaiser from the first moment he stepped into Bastard München Academy, an instant wave of annoyance washed over you. His arrogance and presence got on your nerves, making it impossible to even look at him. But you had to — that was your job as a future assistant coach for the best team in Germany, and who knows maybe you can snatch your uncle's position as manager.
As the tryouts unfolded, you observed him closely, jotting down notes on his skills and trying to give him some initial stats, which to your dismay were either tier A or S. Despite the irritation, there was no point in lying, he was outstanding and he knew what he was doing - or rather, he knew what he wanted. You saw as he teamed up with the boy who wore the jersey with number 20. They made up a pretty good duo, and with Ness's passes and Kaiser's fast attacks, no one could stop them. 
Perhaps beneath the thorny exterior, Michael Kaiser was the player Bastard München looked for—someone who could elevate them to new heights. As the final whistle blew, you already knew the outcome that they would both be accepted into the team, and you'd have to get used to seeing his face almost every day. You got up and walked over to your uncle as all the recruits were lined up, looking at them, as your eyes landed on the striker with with long blonde hair, blue eyes, and a blue rose tattoo on his neck. You stared at him, furrowing your eyebrows and with squinted eyes, a silent expression of displeasure etching across your face.
In that subtle gesture, frustration found a physical form; it was a language spoken without words, a non-verbal protest to whatever disturbance had disrupted your peace — and the one who caused it starred back at you, smirking smugly at you, but he turned back to listen to the coach's speech.
"And with that, we welcome you in Bastard Munchen. We hope you will meet and exceed our expectations, and now I will give the word to my niece Y/N who will also work with all of you youngsters." You were still lost in the staring contest with the boy who paid you no mind, and now everyone looked at you, some were getting scared seeing you so oppressed by something; were they that bad that the coach had to ask his niece about another opinion?
Your uncle cleared his throat, making you come back to the real world, a little taken back from the sudden shift of focus. "Ah, yes, of course." as you stood there with all of your glory and pride like you were the president and everyone waited for your long waited speech "As the future of Bastard Munchen, you will be the ones to continue the legacy set by the club's legendary players. Work hard so you can achieve your goals, as you should always believe in yourself. Make every impossibility a reality." 
Your words echoed through the training grounds, making the boys happy to hear something from a beautiful girl - in one way or another, something had to keep them going. As you finished your speech, you caught his eye again, but this time, there was a glimmer of amusement. Was there anything wrong with the things you said? You tried your best to sound like every coach who talks to their team with all the "work hard and give your best shot" stuff. You hope you won't become like that in the future.
Your uncle nodded approvingly, signaling the end of the meeting. The boys started leaving one by one, but the blue-eyed genius stayed, approaching you with confidence.
”Impressive speech, Little Miss, but actions speak louder than words, don't they?" he remarked with a smirk, leaving you with a mix of irritation. You haven't even known each other for a day and you already want to gouge out his eyes. "Talk about yourself, Mister. Show results, and then talk to me again."
Kaiser chuckled, his smile growing wider as he came closer to you, rising a hand as he delicately slid his fingers under your chin, lifting it ever so slightly, your breath hitched from the sudden move.
"We share some similar goals, I will give you that. Be sure to watch me making the impossible your new reality." he walked away, leaving you standing there like a statue - a blushing statue at that.
You definitely hate him.
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WEEK 2 AFTER THE TRYOUTS:
In the following weeks, as training sessions progressed and the team started bonding, you couldn't deny that Michael's skills were exceptional. Despite his arrogant attitude, there was a reason why he wore that smug expression. The team was carried by his influence, and you found yourself unfortunately acknowledging his impact. Kaiser Impact, huh? That’s one way to call it.
He approached you, the smirk replaced by a genuine smile. "Not bad, right? I noticed the way you looked only at me," he said, as you rolled your eyes, trying to maintain your composure as you handed him a water bottle "Don't get too comfortable now. This doesn't mean you're off the hook. There's still a long way to go."
The blonde boy chuckled, seemingly unfazed, taking the bottle from your hand, making your fingers briefly touch as he kept eye contact. "I wouldn't want it any other way, Prinzessin. Now what are my stats? I’m sure they went higher." You shot him a skeptical glance, unimpressed by his playfulness. "Stats? Do you mean your nonexistence score? Like in a video game or something," you retorted, crossing your arms over your chest.
He laughed at your comment. "Maybe not a game, but God's challenge, and I'm here to be the best of the best and eventually surpass Noel Noa," he replied with a cocky grin.
Rolling your eyes once more, you couldn't deny the feeling you had when talking back at him. "Fine, let's humor your challenge sent from above for a moment. Strength: still lacking, form: needs improvement, and humility: nonexistent," you assessed, ticking off imaginary boxes in the air. "But hey, you did manage to catch my attention for being the most annoying person I have ever met, so I'll give you that."
Kaiser raised his eyebrows, took a sip from the water bottle, and said, "Well, Prinzessin, catching your attention is just another bonus for me." You scoffed, "Smooth talker, aren't you? But like you said actions speak louder than words, so do me a favor and leave me alone, you are not the only one who has to work hard."
His eyes gleamed with a mischievous glint as he took a step closer, narrowing the distance between you. "Oh, I plan on proving myself in more ways than one. Consider this just the beginning." With that, he went back to the others, leaving you to wonder whether he was genuinely committed to improving or just enjoying getting under your skin.
Deciding to continue your work – which for now was to arrange the water and the towels ready for the players – paying no mind to the world around you, until you felt a hand on your shoulder, thinking it was Kaiser again, but it was your uncle - the head coach. His touch was firm yet comforting, a familiar presence amidst the chaos made by the young athletes.
You turned around, a mixture of surprise and relief coloring your expression. Your uncle, Franz Bauer, wore a knowing smile that hinted comfort “How are you doing so far, Y/N? Is something or rather someone bothering you?” He spoke in a low, reassuring tone. You took a moment to collect your thoughts, grateful for your uncle's concern, but you found it strange how he always knows and notices when you have trouble.
"I'm managing, Uncle Franz," you replied, a faint smile on your lips. "Just the usual, dealing with boys my age. Nothing that I can't handle."
His gaze held a depth of understanding, and as he nodded at you. "I appreciate the help. You know, you remind me of my younger self because I too was an errand kid."
He wanted something from you, and you knew it by the way he started to talk about how much you were like him as a child. He always does it. "Just get to the point. Is there anything specific you want me to do?"
Franz laughed slightly ”You do catch up quickly,” his voice dropping to a confidential tone. "I've been observing you, and I can't help but notice the way you look at the team, wanting to comment on the formations, the positions, and the players themselves. I've been thinking about expanding your role in the team, perhaps as an assistant coach."
The proposition caught you off guard, and your eyes widened in surprise. "Assistant coach? Uncle, I appreciate the offer, but I'm not sure I have the experience for that."
He placed a hand on your shoulder again, a reassuring squeeze. "Well, you will be an assistant coach in training. Experience is gained through opportunities, Y/N. I see potential in you, a natural talent." your eyes widen suddenly “So, for the rest of the training session, you will be the boss.”
“But I-” he cut you off by standing behind you and pushing you forward “No objections, or I'll call your parents to pick you up. You don’t want that, right?” having no time to answer, you were next to the other coaching staff as your uncle gave a thumbs up from the benches with water and towels. That old bastard Well, you better be here training some naive and arrogant footballers, than being home studying economics.
Taking a deep breath, you accepted the challenge, even if you didn't want to. As you stepped onto the field, the weight of the whistle in your hand felt foreign, yet empowering. The players eyed you curiously, some exchanging glances, unsure of what to make of this sudden change. Gathering the team you began to give orders. "You will go against the first team and clash with amazing players like Noel Noa, Thomas Muller, Manuel Neuer and Joshua Kimich. But let go of the thoughts about the big bad wolves chasing you - you shall become the chaser." Your uncle watched from the sidelines as if he knew something you didn't. "So for starters, we are changing the formation to 4-2-3-1 as Kaiser will be the top of the attack, Ness you will be the attacking midfielder so you gotta keep an eye on blondie over here, but also beware of your rivals. "
The players exchanged glances again, as Kaiser and Ness shared a look - shocked at your words. Is this even going to work? Is she for real? You took a moment to gauge their reactions before continuing. "Remember, this is a training session, and mistakes are welcomed. Now, destroy them."
As the training progressed, the intensity of the practice match increased, with each player giving their best to impress you. As the team executed the adjusted formation, you observed them. Kaiser made strategic moves upfront, Ness showcased skillful ball control, and the defense held its ground against the opponents.
In a surprising turn of events, the U-20 team began to dominate the match. GOAL, As you blew the final whistle after Kaiser scored the 5th and final goal of the game, ending practice. He looked at you, and again with that smile - full of self-confidence. You wanted to throw the whistle at his stupid-looking face. The sidelines erupted in cheers from the staff as your uncle gave you an approving nod, acknowledging the success of your "coaching debut", approaching you with a proud smile. "See, Y/N? You have it in you. You made them believe in the impossible about beating the old dogs, and they did it."
After the game, the players gathered around for a brief post-match discussion. The atmosphere was a mix of exhaustion and triumph. Kaiser, still riding the high of his decisive goal, approached you with a smirk.
"Well, well, well, Y/N. I never thought I'd see the day when you'd make me the star of the show," he said putting his arm on your shoulder.
You rolled your eyes, trying not to let his teasing get to you. "This was just a practice match. Let's see if you can replicate this performance in a real game."
He chuckled, "Oh, I plan on it. Just watch, Y/N."
Ness, who had been listening to the conversation, chimed in, "I have to admit, I didn't think this would work, but it did. Maybe you're not as clueless as I thought."
You shot him a glare, "Yeah, thanks Ness." The purple-haired grinned, "No problem. Just keeping you on your toes."
As the midfielder went away, sensing that his partner wanted alone time with you, Kaiser lingered for a moment, a more genuine expression on his face. "You know, Y/N, for a moment there, I almost thought you enjoyed it. Admit it being in charge, making your own choices..."
"Let's not get ahead of ourselves, Kaiser. This was just one game. We'll see how things go in an actual game."
Kaiser looked at you, his grip tightening. "Fair enough. But, if you ever need to test some tactics, you know where to find me~."
You scoffed, removing his hand from your shoulder, "I'm not going to Hell, thank you." he continued to look at you in a way unknown to you, making you feel kinda strange "Well, maybe just a quick visit. You might find it surprisingly pleasant." You rolled your eyes again, but there was something in your chest that you were very unfamiliar with. "I'll consider it, but this doesn't mean I like you or anything."
The boy chuckled, a teasing sound coming from his lips. "Oh, I'm not expecting you to confess your undying love for me just yet, Y/N. But I have to admit, that was flattering." You shot him a skeptical look, feeling a little hot for some unknown reason. Are you getting sick? No, that shouldn’t be it, maybe is the adrenaline, yeah that’s it.
"Is that your idea of a compliment?" He shrugged, noticing how your checks started to turn red "Take it however you want. Just remember, I'm always up for a challenge, especially if it involves the impossible of winning you over, Erdbeere(Strawberry)."
You raised an eyebrow at the unexpected nickname, playing on your face. "Erdbeere? Really?"
Kaiser grinned, undeterred by your reaction. "It suits you. Sweet, but with a bit of a bite. Plus, it's fun to see that tough exterior of yours crack a little."
You sighed, realizing that arguing with him would only fuel his teasing. "Whatever. Just focus on keeping up with the same performance as today"
He winked playfully, "Oh, I'll keep up, Erdbeere. Count on it."
as Kaiser turned to leave, his gaze lingered on you for a moment longer than necessary. The teasing smile on his face softened, revealing a hint of something more genuine. "See you tomorrow, Y/N," he said, his tone unexpectedly earnest.
You watched him go, and as the distance between you and him grew, you felt something. It was a feeling you couldn't quite describe, leaving you to question it.
Alone with your thoughts, you couldn't help but replay the conversation and the teasing remarks in your mind. Kaiser's parting words echoed, and the unexpected nickname he made up for you.
"Erdbeere," you whispered to yourself, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips. Whether you wanted to admit it or not, you liked the sound of it - just maybe, you will let it slide this time.
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WEEK 4 AFTER THE TRYOUTS:
After the whole fiasco with the practice match and the “Strawberry incident”, as you liked to call it, the work in the facility was getting harder - running left and right to do tasks, printing documents, ordering equipment, dealing with the teasing remarks of this annoyingly tall boy with long gold locks and light blue eyes deep as the ocean you will let him drown. If he was on fire and you had a bottle of water - you'd drink it in front of him. Yet, amid the chaos, Michael Kaiser always managed to appear, like a haunting ghost, ready to jumpscare you in the most unexpected time.
One day, rushing to deliver some documents to the medical unit, he appeared beside you. His smirk was infuriatingly present, and his voice dripped with playful arrogance.
"Running again, Y/N? You should consider joining the team as a midfielder with all that sprinting you're doing." You shot him a warning look "Maybe if you spent less time making comments and more time working, we'd get things done faster."
Kaiser chuckled, unbothered. "Ah, but where's the fun in that? I'm just trying to lighten the mood, you are always so stressed."
"Your idea of 'fun' is questionable." you said, trying to ignore the strange flutter in your stomach that his teasing somehow managed to evoke.
As you reached the department of the medical unit, you thought you finally got rid of him. However, fate had other plans. On your way back, he appeared again, blocking your way. His tall frame casted a shadow over you, and his mischievous smile widened.
"Michael, move." you demanded with the use of his first name, trying to sound stern, but he merely leaned against the wall, crossing his arms.
"What's the rush, Y/N? Can't I talk to my amazing assistant coach?" he retorted, his eyes never leaving yours.
Annoyed, you attempted to sidestep him, but he effortlessly mirrored your movements. It became a silent dance, a game of cat and mouse in the narrow corridor. Every step you took, he countered, maintaining his blockade.
"Are you always this stubborn, or is it just for me?" he teased, a playful smile playing on his lips.
"Seriously, Kaiser, this isn't funny," you protested, feeling the irritation building up.
But he remained still, his teasing facade never fading. "Come on, now, Don't lie to yourself, you secretly enjoy our little meetings. The way your eyes light up when you see me says it all."
You scoffed, sticking out your tongue, "In your dreams." Deciding you'd had enough, you abruptly turned on your heel and started walking in the opposite direction. To your dismay, he followed, like a persistent shadow. The facility's corridors echoed with the sound of your hurried footsteps and his leisurely ones behind you until the two of you found yourselves in an empty, dimly lit room.
"Honestly what's your deal? Are you stalking me now? You like stalking girls? That's disgusting." you accused, narrowing your eyes.
He chuckled, leaning his back to the wall once again, while you were in the center of the room. "Stalking is such a harsh word. Let's call it... coincidental alignment of paths."
You groaned, turning to leave. However, in your haste, you tripped over your own feet and stumbled forward. In a split second, Kaiser went off the wall as he reached out his hands attempting to catch you mid-fall. Despite his efforts, fate had its way again, and you both fell, as you landed on top of him. Your arms were at the sides of his head, and your legs wrapped around his torso.
Time seemed to freeze for a moment, your eyes widened in surprise, your face millimeters from his, your lips slightly parting as you felt your whole body burning as your heart raced to the rhythm of an unspoken melody. Seeing his features closer, he was beautiful, and now you are the one drowning in the deep blue ocean that his eyes painted. You didn't know what was going on — you didn't know what emotions you were going through, as Kaiser's arms instinctively wrapped around your waist, an unfamiliar but very welcomed warmth spread over your body.
"I-I didn't mean to—this wasn't what I—"
"I've heard of falling for someone, but this is taking it quite literally," He teased, breaking the silence with his flirting, snapping you out of your trance.
You struggled to maintain your composure as you shuttered, attempting to push yourself off him. "G-get off me," your heart continued its upbeat dance, and you couldn't shake off the vivid image of his blue eyes that seemed to have cast a spell on you. 
"Technically, you are on top of me, Prinzessin" blushing furiously as Kaiser's teasing smirk only fueled your embarrassment, making you wish the ground would swallow you whole. The room felt like it had turned into a sauna, the tension thick enough to be cut off with a knife.
Just as the bickering reached its peak, the door swung open, and Ness, the ever-curious magician, stood in the doorway. His eyes widened at the scene before him, feeling a little confused at the sight.
"Oh sorry, am I interrupting something?" Ness quirked an eyebrow, his gaze shifting between Y/N and Kaiser. The two of you exchanged a quick, panicked glance, unsure of how to respond. "Yes/No!," Kaiser and you blurted out, your faces turning even redder. Kaiser, unfazed by the interruption, grinned, while you desperately tried to stay calm as possible.
Ness raised an eyebrow, a sly smile on his lips. "Really? Because it looks like I walked in on a very romantic moment of your little play. Do I need to put on some slowed music?" He walked into the room, closing the door behind him as he continued to stare at the two of you. "I had no idea I was walking into a romantic drama." You shot a glare at Kaiser, who only winked in response. Trying to divert the attention, you stammered, "N-no, Ness, it's not what you think. We were just..." Your voice trailed off as you struggled to come up with a plausible excuse.
He, on the other hand, couldn't resist. "Well, it depends on your definition of interrupting." Ness chuckled, sensing the tension in the air. "Alright, alright, I'll leave you two to your... whatever this is."  The room fell into an uneasy silence, broken only by your attempts to get up from Kaiser. "We were just, uh, having a disagreement," you finally managed to say, avoiding eye contact with both Ness and Kaiser.
Kaiser, ever the charmer, grinned at Ness. "Disagreements can be quite physical, apparently." Ness shook his head, still grinning. "Well, carry on, then. I'll just pretend I didn't see anything." As he left the room, he couldn't resist adding, "But next time, maybe lock the door." As the door closed behind Ness, you let out a breath you didn't realize were holding. Kaiser, however, couldn't help but laugh. "Quite the entrance, huh? Maybe we should argue more often."
Rolling your eyes at Kaiser's comment, you finally managed to free yourself from his grasp as you stood up in the fastest way possible, and he also rose from the ground. "Arguing more often? I think once is more than enough," you retorted, shooting him a disapproving look. Kaiser, still grinning, stretched lazily and got up from the floor. Ness's interruption had shifted the atmosphere in the room, and you couldn't shake off the embarrassment that lingered. "Thanks a lot for that," you muttered, shooting Kaiser another glare.
Seemingly unbothered, he placed a hand on his chest in mock offense. "Me? I didn't do anything. Ness just has unpredictable timing." He winked again, causing you to shake your head in disbelief. "Unpredictable timing, my foot. When will you stop with all of this? I can’t even have one peaceful day without you talking to me and saying all these things that you probably don’t even mean. Does it feel nice to play with someone’s feelings?"
Kaiser's smile faltered for a moment, his lively expression fading away as he saw yours. "Maybe I overdo it sometimes, but that doesn't mean I don't care."
You studied him for a moment, unsure whether to believe his sincerity or dismiss it as another one of his tricks. "Actions speak louder than words, Kaiser. If you genuinely care, maybe try showing it in a way that doesn't involve constant teasing and sarcasm."
The tension between you and him lingered as you both stared into each other's eyes trying to find answers locked in the depth of your souls. Finally, you decided it was time to leave "I'm going to go find Ness and make sure he doesn't go spreading any rumors," you announced, turning to leave the room. As you walked away, your mind was a swirling mess of emotions—something you couldn’t tell. He was still vivid in your thoughts, causing a knot to tighten in your stomach. As you looked behind, he was still there dusting off his clothes.
You furrowed your brows, awaiting the unknown territory of your own feelings. The warmth creeping into your cheeks and the soft tears started to paint over your face like rain. It was an unfamiliar sense, leaving you questioning the source. Was it just fire or something deeper that can get you burned?
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1 WEEK LATER:
As the days passed, you found yourself avoiding him, unsure of what to think or feel. Everything was so messed up, that you barely slept or ate - when you were not helping your uncle in the faculty, you were at school, where suddenly your grades dropped, and you made excuses for your teachers and friends that you were busy with work - which is partly not a lie but not the whole truth either. Everyone sensed that something was troubling you, even so, you'd rather not tell a single living soul about it all. You couldn't escape the memories of that day, replaying the moment in your mind like a broken record.
Lost in thought, you didn’t realize that someone was next to you as you continued to pour water into the already full bottle that was overflowing over the sink until the person in question shook you by the shoulders. Without much reaction you turned around, your gaze clearly showing the sadness and lifelessness all over your face, you were tired of thinking about him. Your focus returned, the person in front of you was your uncle who was visibly worried about you. "What's going on, my dear? You know you can share everything with your old man" he said, the pain in his eyes to see his niece so down for the past week “It’s nothing … I am just trying to manage school and work.” Another lie left your lips.
Uncle Franz placed a gentle smile on his face. "I've known you since you were a kid. I can see through that facade. Something's eating you inside, and it's more than just school and work. Talk to me." You sighed, the weight of the past week bearing down on you. "It's just complicated, Uncle. I don't know how to put it into words."
He guided you to sit down at the bench near the sink, "Try me. I might be old, but I've been around the block a few times. I am sure it’s a boy problem. Because your mother was the same when she met your dad.”
How does he know it’s about a boy? Honestly, that was shocking to hear. Does he know about the strange situationship between you and Kaiser? Well, you hope he doesn't. Taking a deep breath, you began, "There's this boy, that I met not long ago, and let's say some things happened, and now I'm stuck in this mess. I can't escape it, and it's tearing me apart."
Your uncle listened intently, his eyes reflecting genuine concern. "Love can be a tricky thing, my dear. But keeping it all bottled up inside won't help. Who is this guy, and what happened?" Is that what they call love? Feeling this way because it's terrible not knowing what you want from yourself—you hesitated to answer, unsure if you want to share the details. "It's just someone, not a big deal."
“It’s Michael, isn’t it?” Your eyes widened upon your uncle’s question, and your eyes started to water, as you tried your best not to cry again. Starting to have a thing for someone is a hell of a ride, so you are going to play dumb "I don't know a person by that name." Not that dumb.
Uncle Franz leaned back. "You can deny it all you want, my dear, but your eyes just told me everything I needed to know." Feeling a mix of embarrassment, you laughed nervously, “I think you should go and get your eyes checked, you are starting to see things.” he looked at you with raised eyebrows, apparently he didn't believe you - no one would in those circumstances.
"Okay, maybe it is Michael. But it's complicated. He's so confusing, and I don't even know what he wants."
Uncle Franz patted your head ruffling your hair, "You don't know because you haven't tried talking to him. You should not be scared; just do what your heart wants.” and maybe he was right, he was always right. You just smiled at him, whipping your tears, letting him know you would try - someday eventually. “But if he hurts you one more time, we will have serious problems.” You laughed nervously, should you be scared or just revealed - guess there's one way to find out.
He stood up from the bench looking at you once more "Now cheer up and come with me, there is something I need to tell everyone on the team” and you also went with him, going into the field where they practiced.
A whistle signaled it was time for a break. Everyone gathered around the benches as you stayed closely behind your uncle, who clapped his hands, turning everyone's attention onto him, except for the boy with the blond hair who was looking at you. He took a good look at you - first at your lips, which were stuck together like a solid line, then your eyes, they shimmered with traces of sadness, yet beneath the surface, something else lingered, revealing your soul. Each glance reflected the emotions within your heart. Have you been crying? Is it because of me? He couldn't shake the feeling that he was probably the reason for your sorrow. As the others chatted, he found himself unable to look away, his attention remained fixed on you, trying to ignore the questions swirling in his mind. 
“Even if it’s a friendly game with Dortmund’s U-20, we should give our best, okay? Make sure to get enough sleep and don’t skip your meals, it’s important to have your body and mind in top shape.” your uncle's voice spoke once more as the rest of the team could be heard agreeing on the upcoming friendly game with the club's biggest rival “And Kaiser you better be excellent, no missing targets, no missing shots, no mistakes. I want you to be focused next week, on the maximum output, got it?” then the coach addressed him specifically, and for the first time, Kaiser was somewhat frightened by his look, which held something very personal against him. “Yes, sir. I will do my best” he replied, masking his uneasiness with confidence. “Good, now the training is over. You can go to your dorms and rest.”
And with that, everyone scattered, leaving just the two of you, feeling his gaze still lingering on. His blue eyes seemed to be looking into your soul, he knew what was wrong with you and that he was the reason behind it all. He wanted to apologize to you, he really did, but something was stopping him and he didn't know what exactly. Come on, say something. Alas nothing came out from his mouth, and you just turned and left without saying a word, even if you wanted to talk to him too — you didn't, leaving him with his feeling of guilt.
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A FEW DAYS LATER:
The day for the team to leave for Dortmund came, as there were no problems with the flight, but now you were at the hotel, where a big misunderstanding occurred. Being part of the female staff, you had to share a room with one of them, but the hotel receptionist thought you were part of the boy’s team, being a teenager. While everyone was settled, you stayed in the lobby as your uncle talked with the hotel staff, and Ness and Kaiser stood across from you on the sofa. The two of them were talking, and you were lost in thoughts about whether a room would be found for you. 
Your uncle returned from the reception "The problem is solved," he said as you were more than happy to go to your room and enjoy some alone time, "But you will have a room tomorrow, because some of the guests will be leaving then," and your smile faded away, faster than it appeared.
At that moment, Ness nudged Kaiser's shoulder signaling him to act, "I can share my room with you." the striker offered, the keys hanging from his hand with a slight smile on his face. Your eyes widened when you heard the offer. “Absolutely no-”
"Fine, but no funny business." your uncle cut you off, as you looked at him with the most shocked face, your gaze met Kaiser's who had been staring at you this whole time. They can't be serious, you thought, Uncle Franz can't be serious. You mentally facepalmed yourself, having enough headaches, this was just the icing on the cake.
Of all people of course it was him. What did you do in your past life to end up in such situations? Did you murder someone, poison a royalty, or haven’t paid your debt — well you sure are paying it now. 
You got up and took the keys from his hand, eyeing him suspiciously, as you got your luggage and went to the elevator before telling him not to bother you. Well, that wasn't the conversation Kaiser hoped to have with you, but it's still something. He turned to look at your uncle, now that you were not here. “Coach, are you sure this is going to work?” 
Franz chuckled, patting Kaiser on the shoulder. "Sometimes, putting people in unexpected situations helps them see things differently. Who knows, maybe sharing a room will sort the things between you two."
The boy sighed, unsure about how this would play out, as Ness patted him on the back "I just hope she doesn't make this more difficult than it already is."
“And I hope you won’t do anything more than talking. Like I said earlier, no funny business.” Kaiser just nodded “I promise."
Meanwhile, you were in the elevator, still processing the fact that you had to share a room with Kaiser, good thing you won’t sleep on the same bed. As the elevator arrived at your floor you took a deep breath and walked down the corridor, finding the room that matched the key. Opening the door, you were greeted with a very beautiful interior, a nice view of the lively night in Dortmund and ... one bed. Great, things can’t get any worse, can they? 
Placing your suitcase by the bed, opening it and pulling out your pajamas. You started to undress when you heard the door open, seeing wisps of blonde hair. Panicking you raised your voice to him not to enter the room as you were still in your underwear. God, how many awkward situations are there to overcome.
Kaiser froze at the door, his hand still on the handle, as he realized the awkward situation he had just walked into. "Sorry" he quickly averted his gaze. "I didn't know you were... I'll just wait outside.” He said, closing the tiny gap he left open. 
You put on your pajamas faster than Usain Bolt can run. Once you were ready you took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down as you went to open the door to let him enter. It was his room after all, you can't keep him outside even if you wanted to.
As you opened the door, Kaiser stood there, his cheeks slightly flushed with embarrassment, so were yours "I'm sorry about that," he apologized again  "I should have knocked, or... I don't know, you should have locked the door. You know, it could have been some stranger.”
Well he was right, you should have locked the door and kept him outside to sleep on the carpet in the hallway. You didn't say anything, you just went and sat on the bed picking up the phone to check the time [22:22] well better make a wish. You ignored him as he sat on the other side of the bed so you were back to back. 
Kaiser cleared his throat, breaking the silence, “I brought you this” he said, handing you a bar of chocolate, still faced with his back. As you took the chocolate you couldn't help but notice the warmth that was forming in your heart, despite the awkwardness. "Thanks," you muttered, feeling a bit guilty for your initial reaction earlier "I'm sorry too," you finally spoke up, turning slightly to face him. "I didn't mean to be rude to you. Well, maybe I did because you deserved it.”
He turned to face you, a small smile on his lips. "It's alright,Y/N”  he said softly, turning around as his eyes met yours. You agreed, offering him a smile too. "So, uh, I'll just go get changed in the bathroom, and then we can go to sleep." You nodded your head again watching as he got up from the bed and made his way to the bathroom. As the door closed behind him, you let out a big sigh, silence enveloping you again. You decided to start making the bed while he was getting changed. Putting the extra pillows between the mattress, marking the ‘territory’ as you lay down and curled up under the covers of your part. 
You heard the door open and then his footsteps approaching, looking up from the barricade he wore a plain white shirt that was more loose, revealing more of his blue rose tattoo, it was a beautiful design you can't lie, and a pair of black shorts. He too looked at the pillowed wall, then at you with raised brows. “If you don't want to share a bed, I can sleep on the couch.” 
“Not that I don't want to, but the couch is too small and neither you nor I can sleep comfortably on it. So that's why I put pillows in the middle, you have your part, and I have mine.” you explained, leaving him a little bit hurt because of this separation, but whatever you are comfortable with, of course. “Well, sure”
He got under his covers, trying to get cozy but the wall next to him was something he wanted to remove. How much longer are you going to hide from him? Did you hate him so much that you didn't want to see him, in the room where you both were? Guess he will talk to you tomorrow.
No, fuck that. He isn't a scaredy cat anymore, he is not the mentally weak person who constantly gave up on things he believed to be impossible. Because the chance to make it up with you is now — it's not tomorrow, it's not the next day, week, month or year. It's now.
He sat up and removed the one pillow that was separating you from seeing your faces. Catching you, closing your eyes, observing your expression how you tried to keep this innocent sleeping face, and how your chest raised with every breath. You were a good assistant and 'architect', but not a good actress.
“Y/N, I know you are not sleeping,” he whispered your name, his voice soft and full of emotion. You opened your eyes, meeting his gaze, well he got you no point of pretending now. “Let's discuss everything that has happened so far. We are all alone here, no one to interrupt us.”
You sat up too,leaning back on the wooden frame, hugging your knees beneath the fluffy cover. He reached out to gently brush a strand of hair away from your face, his touch gentle and warm. He noticed your nervousness, and he reassured you, with a smile "It's okay, You can tell me anything." His voice was soothing, making you calm down. 
You took a deep breath, struggling to form the words you had been holding back for so long. Your heart raced as you finally found the courage to speak, “I... I've been wanting to say... that I... I..." your voice trailed off, the words catching in your throat as you fought against your fear, this was meant to be an easy task, just to talk it out and end of story. But love is no easy task, it's a challenge that you either take and win or leave with the feeling of despair after the loss. You met his gaze, seeing nothing but love reflected back at you. 
“I like you,” you finally confessed “And I didn't know what to do after all the bickering we had, you left me questioning my entire existence. Making me feel all giddy and nervous, making me confused about your own intentions.” you felt a weight lift off your chest, he listened absorbing every word you uttered.
The soft smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he reached out to cup your cheek, his touch sending shivers down your spine. "I like you too," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper, yet carrying a weight of sincerity that warmed your heart. "More than you can imagine."
You leaned into his touch, savoring the warmth and comfort he offered. "I'm sorry for everything," he murmured, his gaze filled with remorse and affection. "I never meant to hurt you. I didn't know how to approach you properly, and I wanted you to notice me. I wanted you to have eyes only for me and no one else, to think only of me. The only impossible challenge was to make you fall in love with me, but I don’t think I have to worry anymore ."
You shook your head gently, reaching out to intertwine your fingers with his, feeling the warmth of his hand. You hesitated when your lips brushed against his own. You froze. What were you doing, kissing Michael Kaiser? You weren’t even sure if all the hatred you used to hold for him was now gone. He breathed in deeply. “Can I?" You took a moment of thought before you nodded, his hands now cupping your cheeks. His hands were so gentle, but the way he kissed you was not so much. It was like he was starving for you, the kiss sloppy, his tongue licking your lips, trying to taste all of you. 
By the time he stopped, you forgot how to breathe, taking in a deep breath, and so did he. Despite how hot and hungry that kiss was—perhaps even able to fulfill a person's hunger for another—he was still starved for more. His lips brushed against yours once more, this time, there was no hesitation on your part. You leaned into the kiss, letting yourself get lost as you felt him smile.
His hands trailed down your arms as they settled on your waist, pulling you closer to him. The world around you faded away, leaving only the two of you, wrapped up in each other's embrace. As the kiss deepened, passion flared between you, igniting a fire that burned brighter with each passing moment. His tongue danced with yours, exploring every inch of your mouth as if trying to memorize the taste of you.
Time seemed not to exist anymore, as all that mattered was the feel of Kaiserl's lips against yours and the way his touch set your skin ablaze with desire. When the kiss finally ended, you were left breathless, your heart pounding in your chest as you struggled to catch your breath. And as you stared into each other's eyes and as they say, eyes are windows to the soul, you knew one thing for sure — he will forever be yours, and you will be forever his.
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The morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, making you arise from your deep slumber, slowly opening your eyes, trying to remember where you were. You had a very strange dream where you got to share a room with Kaiser and you two kissed. It was a nice dream indeed but things like this happened only in the romantic movies.
You wanted to go to the bathroom, but something stopped you from standing up. Confusion was encountered because why was there anything stopping you from getting up. As you took in your surroundings, the details of the dream flooded back to you—the shared room, the confession, and most importantly the unexpected kiss. It felt so vivid, so real, that it left you questioning whether was it really a dream. Looking down to see the force that kept you in a place came not from anyone - but from Kaiser himself. Wait a damn minute, Kaiser!?, you thought to yourself panicking in the process.
Reaching out and touching Kaiser's shoulder, half expecting him to vanish like a fragment of your imagination, but be was very much real , as his soft breathing and light snores reassured you that he was peacefully asleep. He turned around, pulling you down again, your back leaning against his chest, as the warmth of his embrace enveloped you like a comforting blanket. It wasn't a dream. You were indeed lying beside Michael Kaiser.
Wait, so the kiss is real? No, it can't be... right? A million questions ran through your head as you felt him rest his head on the crook of your neck. You suddenly went numb, but tried to see his face one more time, and to your suprise he blinked, trying to open his eyes, with a smile so angelic, for a person with such devilish persona.
"Good morning, Meine Liebe" he said, his voice husky and raspy. You couldn't help but blush at they way these words came out from him, "Good morning," you managed to reply, your own voice contracts to his was soft, barely above a whisper.
His arms tightened around you, pulling you even closer as he pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek. "About last night..." he started, trailing off as if searching for the right words.
"Yeah?" you gulped, suddenly feeling scared about what he might say next. "I meant every word ," he confessed, his gaze locking with yours. "And I meant that kiss too." Your heart skipped a beat, realizing that everything didn't happened in dreamland. It was real, just like the feelings between the both of you.
"I... I don't know what to say," you admitted, feeling overwhelmed by his intense but loving gaze. "You don't have to," he assured you, moving the hand that rested behind your head to pinch the check he kissed you not a moment ago. "Just know that we are together from now on.”
As you absorbed his words, a mixture of disbelief and joy washed over you. 
"Together, huh?" you echoed, seeking confirmation in his eyes. Kaiser nodded, his expression serious yet filled with a warmth that melted your worries away. "Yes, together. Me and you, like a couple."
A wide smile broke across your face, and you couldn't contain the happiness within you. "I like the sound of it.” you replied, as he smiled back at you. "Glad to hear that, Erdbeere." As you settled back into the warmth of his embrace, a comfortable silence wrapped around both of you. 
"My uncle will kill you tho." Kaiser chuckled, as he played with your hair. "Don't worry about it, he won't."
Somewhere in the hotel restaurant, Uncle Franz was on the verge of killing the first thing he saw because Kaiser was late for breakfast, and so were you. “I am going to kill that boy.”
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1 MONTH LATER:
Kaiser touched the strands of his overgrown and messy hair as he stared at his reflection in the mirror, "I need a change," he said to Ness, who was glad to do anything for his friend.
“Like a new hairstyle?” The magician asked, wondering what was wrong with his long hair. “Yeah, Y/N said that it was getting in the way, when we cuddled. And also tying it up while playing every second bothers me.”
“Well, I am willing to help, we should have scissors in the cupboards. Go sit while I find them.” the striker sat down in the chair in front of the mirror when his friend returned with the scissors.
With tentative snips and Ness transformed Kaiser's lion mane into a stylish cut, an improvised mullet you can say. As the blonde boy was looking at himself in the big bathroom mirror, and Ness admiring his final product a knock was heard from the door. You entered with a plastic bag full of snacks — it was their day off, so you thought you’d spoil them a little but.
Proudly, he turned to you, his girlfriend of one month, to hear your opinion. "Yes, definitely! And why not add something more? How about dying the mullet blue? It will match with your tattoo."
“Sounds nice, but we don't have blue dye right now.” Kaiser said, knowing that he will have to ask Ness to go to the store to buy one, “Don't worry, I do.” 
“Liebe, why do you carry hair dye in your bag?” he asked, surprised by the fact you had the item in your backpack “Well, I thought you would need one, intuition I guess.” No, it wasn't an intuition, he just talked everyday about wanting to dye his hair blue and you decided to carry a blue dye, just in case.
Women's intuition is a scary thing, he will know from now on not to mess up anything, because either way, you'll find out. But that was a worry for another day, now Kaiser was very happy with the end results. And it's the Michael Kaiser you will see from now on. 
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7 YEARS LATER:
Inside a very beautiful and cozy home, you tried to catch your energetic daughter, Mikaela, who was bubbling with excitement as the day of her dad’s arrival from the football tournament marked on the calendar finally came. Her giggles filled the air as she darted around the house, her tiny feet pattering against the floor, as you yelled while holding your 9-month-old son Matteo in your arms, who was laughing and clapping his hands at the sight, as you attempted to catch the energetic 4-year-old girl. “Mika, please stop running around, or you will hurt yourself.”
“Mama, I can't hear you!” How can she take so much from him, but not me? Just as you attempt to hold onto her tiny hand, the doorbell chimes. "It's Daddy!" Mikaela rushes to the door tip-toeing to reach the handle of the metal and swings it open, revealing your husband standing there, a wide grin on his face at the sight of his daughter.
Kaiser's heart swells with joy at the sight of his daughter waiting for him at the door. He bends down to scoop her up in his arms, lifting her as she squeals with delight. "Hey there, my little princess!" he exclaims, pressing a kiss to her cheek.
As Mikaela showers him with hugs and kisses, Kaiser spots Matteo nestled in his wife's arms, a smile spreading across the baby's face as he reaches out his chubby arms towards his father. With a chuckle, Kaiser takes Matteo from you, exchanging a loving glance before enveloping you in a warm embrace, holding you close as he presses a gentle kiss to your lips.
But their tender moment is interrupted by Mikaela's voice piping up, "Daddy, what about me?" she pouts, her arms outstretched towards her father. Kaiser laughs heartily, balancing Matteo in one arm as he bends down to scoop Mikaela up into his arms once more. He showers her with kisses, making her giggle as he sets her down, as she eagerly reaches out for the brightly wrapped present he’s been hiding behind his back, giving you some time to see each other up close, and not from the small telephone screen.
But before Mikaela can even fully enjoy her new toy, Matteo starts wriggling in his arms. "My little boy missed me too, right?" he coos, as the baby starts laughing from happiness, kicking his little feet, "See Y/N, I told you he is a future football star. Look at that kick!"
As Kaiser holds Matteo, you wrap your arms around him again. "Welcome home, my love," you whisper, giving his lips a little peck. Kaiser returns the embrace, holding you close as he breathes in the familiar scent of home. Just when you think the moment couldn’t get any sweeter, Mikaela pipes up, tugging at Kaiser’s sleeve. "Daddy, what about me? I want more kisses too!" she exclaims, puckering her lips in exaggerated anticipation.
Kaiser chuckles warmly, bending down to scoop Mikaela up once again. "Of course, sweetheart," he says, planting a flurry of kisses on her cheeks as she laughs at her father's teasing and you watch with a smile on your face your small loving family, and how you can't ask for more because you have him and you love him more than anything.
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vanillaberrychills · 21 days
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Task141 friends au with reader as a coffee shop owner and them as normal office workers
Additional info (reader curses a LOT)
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summary: anger management classes did NOT help you manage your shitty cafe job :(
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— "Humm...Do I wan'... the muffin..or the banana bread." You were almost certain that there was no possible way someone could be this indecisive. You were nearly seconds away from hoping across the counter and force feeding this mohawk'd fuck a stale piece of scone. However, you kind of needed this job since it kind of kept you alive.
"How about trying our new walnut banana bread?" You offered him with a pleasent smile. To which he dismissively waved a hand to shoo you off. You really hated your job, to be completely honest; not because of the work, but because of the annoying ass, office working, arrogant shits who came by every day during lunch to all fill up separate tables and glare at eachother.
It had started with the pretty blond with brown eyes, great eye candy, always wearing a face mask and sitting at his own private booth. Reading the paper or on some crappy looking laptop, a permanent frown always on his face. Well— almost always. Occasionally, when you came by carrying a coffee pot for refills, he'd smile just a bit when you refilled his cup.
He never really spoke much, so you always enjoyed his presence, sometimes even forgetting he was there. This lead to some embarrassing moments; such as that time you got on the phone with your landlord and told him to suck a cock. Yeah. Not super professional. But the guy never complained, even left a pretty nice tip.
After that event, some more office workers of a similar uniform would come by, giving you a nice steady income. You always wondered if he had something to do it with it, but you never had the chance to ask because—
"Hrm, yeah, 'scuse me, gemme that pret' lookin' slice of pie." Because the little mohawk'd bastard never shut the fuck up. His sparkling little eyes, ohhh they would've been so cute if he didn't seem to always find away to piss you off. Just as you cut up and brought the slice toward him he tutted. "Ah, nevermind, lemme get that bread you mentioned, please, bon'?"
"...Right away, sir."
Somehow his smile was apologetic, as if he could see you recalling the steps from the last time you took anger management classes. Your shaky hands sliding the slice of pie back and just as you were about to reach for the bread you halted. "Ah, just a moment please."
The man, thinking nothing of it, or his own actions, just smiled and stupidly nodded. His eyes following as you walked away into the backroom. For a few moments it was silent, maybe he could feel a familiar glare to his back, but that guy was always glaring.
"Ya pissed 'er off, Johnny."
"She was smili—" Johnny's sentence was completely disrupted by a loud said of bangs in the other room, followed by a series of curses that almost made Johnny feel like an innocent damsel in distress. A few steps back with his familiar pout taking place.
"Told ya." Simon snorted, sipping his coffee as if hiding his smug ass smirk. After a final thud from the other room, a set of footsteps signaled your return. Johnny was almost afraid to look, but he did anyways.
Greeted by your very warm smile, as you handed him a box of everything he looked at. "Please. Take it. On the house."
"Oh I have the money to—"
"Please. Take. It." By now he could hear the warning grit of your teeth. Causing him to reluctantly take the to-go box and sit next to Simon like a sad pup. You could finally breathe easy, focus your energy on letters of resignation you'd never turn in without anyone disturbing you.
Unfortunately, just as you picked up the pen, the bell of the door chimed, causing you to glance up curiously, both the men at the table going a bit rigid and sitting up. A man approaching, a suit of an office worker, yet somehow much more fancy. Ypu almost whistled, he looked loaded. Just enough to hopefully leave a big enough tip for you to call it a day (in your dreams, of course).
He approached with this smug ass strut, like he owned the very fucking dirt he walked on. His beard the perfect mixture of messy and well loved. He leaned against the counter with a sly grin, "Hi, love."
You almost rolled your eyes, you weren't a fucking teenage girl, you were a grown woman busting your ass off to feed the strange monster under your bed. You crossed your arms and very sassily smiled, your hip popping to the side as his brows raised just a bit, "Yeah, hi. How can I help you?"
"Hm." He almost spoke further but slowed himself, glancing up at the menu and back at you, "Yeah. Anything with no milk, please."
How fucking specific.
You took a very slow inhale before speaking again, "So...an Americano...?"
"Hm..no, not that." The smug bastard just smirked, scratching his mustache a bit and smoothing it back with a few strokes. Thoroughly enjoying pissing you off. You were just too easy to rile up, he could see it the moment your little hip popped to the side.
"Just..a moment sir."
It seemed this specific office of people were enough to make use of all that anger management therapy. Johnny stupidly adding as the door had just barely shut, "Ah, Price, I think you pissed her off."
BANG
"I FUCKING HATE THIS JOB!!"
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adventuringblind · 3 months
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Caught in a Lie
Maxiel x Reader
Genre: Smut
Summary: The reader gets caught in Max's shenanigans and decides to take the blame. Daniel isn't happy she lied for Max, third time WDC or not.
Warnings: BDSM, dom/sub, sub reader, switch Max, dom Daniel, spanking, unprotected PinV, Overstimulation, mild denial if you squint, Max being a menace
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It really wasn't her fault. Max had been the conspirator. She was just the bait. Unknowingly, mind you. The bastard had done this on purpose!
Winning a third title had inflated his ego far too much. They couldn't celebrate properly in Qatar. Alcohol sure, sex had to wait. Not because any of them wanted to, Daniel had made it a point that sex, especially the kind they do, needs to come after races. Thursdays and Fridays can be soft things. Saturdays are an absolute no. Then Sunday comes around, and they are trying to get back to wherever they are staying as fast as possible.
Now, back at home in Monaco, nothing to disturb their peace. They decide to ruin it all by going out. It's one of her least favorite activities. Being in bed with the cat has her name on it. But Max wants to celebrate, and Daniel is social, so she drags herself out of bed.
She should've known something was amiss when Max said he got something for her to wear out. She should've known it was going to end this way when Max whistled at her and laughed, whereas Daniel's eyes had darkened. The familiar look he gets when he wants to absolutely take her apart and build her up piece by euphoric piece.
She'd caught Max's arm on the way out. "What the hell are you playing at?"
"Felt like a show tonight," he shrugs, then winks at her.
The black dress barely covers her ass. It's lacy all over and sheer aside from the important places. She wears stuff like this often since it's something she likes. It doesn't make sense why this would be the thing to drive him insane.
Dancing had been fun. Their other Monaco friends had come out with them to celebrate. Daniel's eyes had burned into her every time she moved. Much to her surprise, he wasn't the only one.
Carlos Sainz is staring at her from the corner. He looks like he's trying desperately not to but failing miserably. He turns away every time she catches him, still exuding confidence.
It's not well known that she's dating Max and Daniel. They've been friends for a long time. Friendship turned into a situationship, which then made them confess. They look like they always do to the outside world. To touchy to simply be platonic but no real announcement that any of the three are taken.
Carlos was staring, Daniel was glaring, Max was smirking, and she was the center of it all. Embarrassment hit her like a train when she realized she'd been played. Max was watching Carlos stare at her and snickering about it.
Feeling insecure, she went to get some air. The joy of feeling nice in a dress Max had picked out now ruined from knowing why he did it. He was playing a game. He could've at least asked first.
Daniel and Max find her outside slumped against the wall. She can still hear Max laughing about something and it's pissing her off.
"Stop laughing at me!" She throws her arms up in defeat and turns her back to them. "I didn't ask to be ogled at by Carlos, Max."
"Then why did you pick that specific dress?" Daniel spins her around and pins her to the wall. A shiver runs up her spine as his breath sticks to her ear. "The exact one Carlos had mentioned wanting to see on a pretty thing like you."
She doesn't know whether to blush or cower. She ends up settling for both at the same time. She debates her options. Either she tells the truth and saves herself, or she takes whatever punishment is coming her way.
Once. She will do this one time for Max since he just won his title.
"I picked it out because I thought it looked nice and you would like it. I swear I didn't know Carlos liked this dress and was going to be here tonight." She's pleading desperately with her voice. Maybe she'll get lucky.
Max has gone oddly silent. She tries not to even look at him, let Daniel figure out she's taking the blame for the Dutch.
Daniel is still staring her down. The silence hanging thick between them until he decides to break it. "Anything to add, Maxy?"
Noticing Daniel's mood, he doesn't answer. A smart move by him. Daniel just hums and grabs her wrist to lead the charge to the car.
None of them speak during the short ride home. She hates every second of it. Daniel is probably mulling over everything he wants to do to her. She feels like a child waiting for their parent to start a lecture.
Daniel waits for them to get their shoes off before turning to face them in the entryway of the apartment. "Where'd you buy the dress from?"
And he'd seen right through it. "I don't remember."
"You don't remember, or you weren't told?"
She winces when his tone goes soft. The one that makes her drop to her knees for him. Well, any tone from Daniel can have that effect on her. This one is just the one that makes her all fuzzy in the head. “I don’t remember,” she whispers.
Daniel sighs heavily. “Alright, if you’re not going to tell me the truth then I guess I’ll have to spank it out of you.” She nearly falls over, but manages to catch herself. “Bedroom, clothes off and on your knees.”
She scrambles to comply. The drop is imminent at this point. She just hopes Max enjoys the show because this will not be happening again. At least, she hopes.
The clothes come off and are folded neatly in a pile. She feels cold, exposed, and bit insecure, and then yet the floaty feeling is threatening to spill over. Her knees digging into the carpet don’t help that.
Max comes into the room silently. Daniel must have said something to him because he kneels next to her. Not a rare occurrence, but is mildly unusual.
“Max.” The stern tone has Max grumbling, but he gets back up off the floor, strips, then kneels again.
Daniel beckons her over to him. Her face is flushed red with embarrassment as she stands between his still covered legs. “You have the choice to tell the truth or not. I’m not mad at you, but I’m sad you felt like you needed to lie about what happened tonight. So, I’m going to keep spanking you until you tell the truth.”
“Yes sir.” It comes out so easily; a second nature now. She lays across his lap, trying to hold back the already threatening tears.
“What are your colors, baby girl?”
“Green is good, yellow is slow down and talk, red is stop.”
“Good, what’s your color?”
“Green.”
She’s probably too far gone already to really say no at this point. She just needs his hands on her in any kind of way.
The first hit shocks her. It’s not the hardest he’s can go by any means, but it still stings. “I’m gonna keep going until I get the truth.” She remains silent and another hit lands to the other side.
The next three have no rhythm and are more towards the tops of her thighs. She whimpers a bit but doesn’t give in. This is for Max. He wanted a show, he won the title, and she’s willing to, unfortunately, provide.
Daniel tugs her hair back and forces her eyes to look at his face. Four more hits and she’s hissing. Each one is harder than the last.
She starts getting hazy around number twenty-five. She's taken more, but the fact that Daniel keeps sweetly telling her she can stop this by telling the truth makes it worse. Like every hit is sending further to the breaking point. Not the good one, mind you, the one where she cries and tells him the whole story.
"Just tell the truth, baby." He lands another five hits in rapid succession. Each one burning more than the last. The tears have started free falling and are making Daniel's leg wet and salty.
"Color baby?"
"Green," She manages to sniffle out. Voice high and cracking. Why is she getting punished again? Oh, right, for Max. It should really be him up here.
The overwhelming urge to do as Daniel says hits somewhere around hit forty. The breaking point has reared its ugly head. She starts bawling her eyes out as the last hit is the hardest she's received thus far. "Yellow!"
Daniel halts any movement. "Did that last one hit too hard?" The softness in his voice only brings more tears.
"I'm sorry!" She drops all her body weight over his legs. "Max got the dress. He said he picked it out for me. I didn't know anything about Carlos. Then, right before he left, I asked him what was going on, and he said he wanted a show. I figured he did just win his title, and I didn't want him to get in trouble, so I lied."
"Oh, baby girl." Daniel helps her up and lays back so she can plaster herself on his chest. "I knew what was going on, but I wanted you to tell the truth. I'm not mad at you, okay?" He runs soothing fingers along her spine. It only makes the tears come harder. "That must've been hard! I'm so proud of you for telling me the truth. I know you wanted to do it for Max, but sometimes Maxy needs to learn his own lesson."
Daniel slides out from underneath her and grabs something from the bedside table. "I'm gonna take care of you now, okay? You did so well. I'm not upset. I just needed to hear the truth." She doesn't hold back the tears as Daniel works on getting her cleaned up. "So good for me," He coos to help her calm down.
She's lost all sense of time. She has no idea of how long she's been over Daniel's or how long he's been cleaning her up for.
She's still splayed out on the bed facing, now facing Max and his solemn expression.
"Here's what we're going to do. Max wanted a show, so that's what he's gonna get since we are celebrating his win." He turns towards Max. The Dutch's knees can't be feeling good at all. Daniel leans down and forces his head upwards. A few seconds at the Australian, then holding on her.
Daniel drags over a chair and rips Max up from the floor. "You are going to sit here and watch. You will not move, you will not touch, you will not make a sounds. Am I clear?"
"Yes, sir."
"Good, color?"
Max looks oddly and achingly hard from her position. It makes her wonder if this is actually what he wanted or if he's just slipping further. It takes more to put max down, but Daniel is good at getting him there if the occasion calls for it.
"Green."
Daniel, much to her relief, finally gets his clothes off. He leaves on his boxers for the moment, though the outline of his hard on is obvious. It has been since they got in the car to come home. “Baby girl, do you want my fingers or my tongue tonight?”
“Tongue please.” Pleasurable shivers run down her spine. Sometimes, she’s convinced that Daniel was molded by Greek gods and sent to live among the humans solely because his tongue can work miracles.
Her head hangs off the bed giving her an upside-down view of Max. His skin has flushed even more since the last time she saw him.
She doesn't get much time to think about it. Daniel's tongue presses against her and she loses herself. He knows her body like it's his favorite book to read, movie to watch, and song to hear.
Her fingers slip easily into his black curls. His hands are on her waist, absolutely buried in her. She's going to feel the bruises soon, but it only adds the pleasure of it.
Her free hand flies to cover her mouth out of habit. She makes it half-way before Daniel snatches her wrist and pins it to her side so he can grip both her hip and her hand.
The strings of moans and profanities leaving her are not even close to the way she can hear Max whining behind her. High pitched and desperate.
Daniel is lapping at her like she's producing healing waters and he'll die without it. Nose bumping against her just right. The grip on her body only getting strong as she writhes around in ecstasy.
"Sir please - need to - please-" It comes out strangled in panted breaths and heavy moans.
He doesn't stop. Never does to tell them yes. Daniel taps her hip with his index finger three times. She jumps over the edge without any kind of hesitation. Plunging herself in the familiar feeling of warmth overwhelming amounts of dopamine and serotonin.
Her back arches. Daniel holds her in place as her body contorts in every direction in an attempt to push him away. He is unmoving wall. A force she can't do anything but submit her body to.
Daniel leaves her alone for a mere minute. Only to drag Max over, fingers clutched around the back of his neck. He slams Max onto the bed and manhandles him until he's right where Daniel wants him.
He then moves to flip her. In between them and still sopping. "Think you can keep Max in your mouth?"
Of course she can, she's done it enough times. The consent thing still makes her melt either way. "Yes, sir."
"Good, I think we've tortured Max enough. We are still celebrating his win, after all." There is a hint of mischief behind Daniel's eyes that doesn't go unnoticed.
Daniel, mouth still wet with her, kisses Max in the sloppiest manner she's ever seen.
She stares in awe for all of ten seconds. Her ogling is cut short by Daniel gripping her hair and shoving Max's length down her throat. She gags at the suddenness but recovers quickly and gets to work.
She can't see what Daniel is doing anymore. Their positioning is not the most convenient for watching. She can hear it though, and It's driving her insane. Max's body is quivering and it's an effort to stay where she is and not bite down every time he jerks in a different direction.
It takes less time than normal for him to spill down her throat. Daniel is quick to rip her off and get her over Max. Her ass still stings from earlier, but she could care less as Daniel plays puppet master and guides Max into her.
It's a stretch, Max certainly isn't small, but she's well adjusted.
She loses her head again when Daniel sets her pace. Max is wrecked from the lack of stimulation into a constant stream of it. Daniel rips off his boxers and slams into Max's mouth. "Bet you wish you hadn't done all that snickering, huh?" Max is so far down that his eyes are rolling at Daniels tone. The gentle one that is condescending enough to make anyone whimper.
Daniel keeps talking, she's registering his voice, but has no idea what he's saying anymore. She can't even hear past her own moans. She can't feel anything besides the hands on her body and the overwhelming number of endorphins flooding her mind.
Kissing. Daniel is kissing her through another jump off an even larger cliff.
Flipped over again. This time Daniel is slamming into at an unholy pace. Maybe Daniel is a fallen angel. To good with his body to stay in heaven, so he brought heaven to the humans.
Fingers. Max's fingers are everywhere. He shoves them down her throat and coos as she mans around them. Rough calloused hands made for drowning her in whatever this cacophony of feelings is.
Her favorite song on replay. Over and over and over again. Never getting old.
She comes back to herself at some point. Nobody has clothes on still. Daniel and Max are gently coaxing her muscles to still.
"Hey baby, you passed out on us." Max's voice is still fuzzy. She groans in response. Every inch of her is in some state of pain, pleasure, or both.
"We're gonna try a bath, okay? I want to help the bruises as much as possible." She nods against Daniel's chest, agreeing that would be a brilliant idea.
"Before we do that though, I want so apologize." Max sounds timid and unsure of himself. His hands wring together in anxiety. "I shouldn't have set that up. It made you both uncomfortable and I should've just asked."
Daniel pulls Max back on top of their cuddle pile. "I would've happily made this happen and I will happily do it again."
That same mischievous glint comes back to Daniel despite the exhaustion. They end up laughing deliriously all the through their aftercare routine.
Yeah, she'd happily do this again too.
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valeskafics · 10 months
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"Wake the Dragon" - Viserys Targaryen III x Twin!Reader
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Summary: When you learn of your twin's plan to send your sister off to some warlord, you remind him that the blood of the dragon runs through your veins as much as it does his.
Word Count: 2,750 Words
TW: afab reader, she/her pronouns, canon typical incest, p in v s*x, unprotected s*x, oral f receiving, face sitting, dom!reader, tiddy succin, degradation k*nk
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Game of Thrones/A Song of Ice and Fire characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.
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The moment your little sister tells you about your twin’s ridiculous plan to send her off to some Dothraki warlord, you feel as if your blood is on fire. What in the seven bloody hells is Viserys thinking? Dany is barely even a woman and he wants to send her off to this Khal Drogo without even speaking to you about it? The nerve of your younger twin astounds you at best and enrages you at worst. Everyone in Illyrio Mopatis’ manse knows it’s best to avoid you when they see you storming down the halls, murder in your eyes, as you search for your brother. One of the serving girls tells you that he’s in the bath and has demanded not to be disturbed. You nod your thanks to her before throwing open the door to where he sits, being pampered like a king by two chambermaids.
“Viserys!” you hiss, “Dismiss your maids, I need to speak to you right now!”
Your brother doesn’t even bother opening his eyes, the lazy bastard, as he waves a hand and dismisses the two serving girls who look terrified at the sight of you. You give them a small smile, trying to assure them that they are not who your ire is aimed at. You stalk over to the tub, glaring down at your brother, before speaking.
“Is it true?”
Viserys smiles to himself, still enjoying the feel of the nearly scalding water on his skin as he responds to you, eyes still closed, “Is what still true, my beloved sister?”
You scowl, “Do not play games with me, brother. Is it true that you’ve sold Dany off like a broodmare to some Dothraki khal? She is our little sister, Viserys, how can you be so cruel?”
He sighs, opening his eyes after a long moment to look at you, eyes roaming over your form in the sheer Lyseni gown you wear, the one he had procured for you by a visiting merchant. He’s always loved how you look in it, how it clings to your body, how he can see the barest hint of your skin through the fabric. Viserys stands up in the bath, hoping to throw you slightly off guard by the sudden action, but your gaze doesn’t move from his eyes, your lips pulled back in what can only be described as a snarl.
“I’m doing what I have to do in order to secure-”
“If you say our birthright one more time, I swear to the Old Gods and the New that I will strangle you right here and now,” you watch as he steps out of the bath, wrapping a towel loosely around his waist, “You are not a king. The Baratheon usurper sits on our father’s throne and we hide like rats across the sea. You are king of nothing, Viserys. And don’t you dare try to use that as an excuse for what you’re doing to our sister.”
Viserys pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration, glaring down at you, “My decision is final. Dany shall marry the khal.”
You inhale sharply, “You’re nothing more than a spoiled little boy playing at being king, Viserys. Our mother would be ashamed of you. Ashamed of what you’re forcing our little sister into.”
When you turn to leave, Viserys grabs you by the arm firmly, though not hard enough to cause you any real pain, “And just where do you think you’re going?” he demands, fire in his eyes.
You roll your eyes at your brother, “Don’t you need to finish your bath?”
“My bath was over when you arrived, sister.”
Viserys’ grip on your arm tightens slightly, making you hiss up at him, “Do not try to frighten me as you do Daenerys. I am not afraid of you, Viserys. The blood of the dragon runs through my veins just as it does yours.”
A brief look of shock crosses your twin’s face and his lips twitch into a smirk as he pulls you closer, his other hand moving to tuck a lock of hair behind your ear, “And so you are, sweet sister.”
Anger and desire war inside him. You are dangerous, he knows this. In fact, when you were children, before he overtook you in height, he was terrified of you. You’re dangerous, but also intimidatingly beautiful, a combination he finds intoxicating. He continues to stare at you, rubbing the pad of his thumb against your exposed skin, not speaking, only gazing at you with hooded lilac eyes.
“Let go of my arm before I make you, little brother.”
Viserys leans in, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear as he whispers, “And what if I don’t want to? What if I desire you to stay? What if I commanded you as your king?”
You let out a sharp laugh, your angry glare never once wavering, “Then as your older sister and queen, I’d say that’s too bad,” you say lowly.
Viserys smirks slightly at your words, “And if I were to ignore the opinion of my elder sister and kiss her?”
You scowl at him, your hands balling into fists, “I’d slap you, you presumptuous, arrogant little beast-”
Your brother gives you a look of pure shock which soon morphs into a devilish grin. He gently brushes a strand of hair off your face and leans in, brushing his lips against yours. You taste like strawberries, he thinks to himself as he tastes you, moaning when you bite down on his lower lip, tugging slightly. Your tongues meet, moving against each other until you pull away, a moment too soon for his liking. He gazes at you, lustful and hungry.
“Little beast, is it? Why sister, you flatter me.”
“Flatter you? Dear brother, I meant it as an insult,” you roll your eyes, wrenching your arm out of his grip, though making no effort to create any distance between the two of you, “Never make the mistake of thinking you can order me around again.”
Viserys pulls you back in, his hand going around the back of your neck, his lips locking with yours once more. He kisses you desperately, with a burning passion that could make even Aegon and Rhaenys blush, finally breaking away only when it’s absolutely necessary for the two of you to breathe. Viserys looks into your eyes, his gaze heady, as he speaks once more.
“And what if I am not inclined to heed your request?” he moves to hold your chin between his thumb and forefinger, “What if I were to continue bossing you around?”
You lean in closer to him, whispering in his ear, making the hairs on the nape of his neck stand on end as your lips brush against his skin, “Then I shall have to show you who is in charge here, brother. You may be the heir, but we both know who it is that commands you.”
When you pull back, his heart is beating at a furious pace, his voice low and sultry, filled with heat as he questions, “Is that so?”
You hum before turning and walking out the door, “Enjoy your bath, brother.”
Viserys stares after you as you leave, the skirt of your gown billowing after you in a way that makes him want to grab it, to pull you back into his arms again. But, he just watches you go, watches the sway of your hips as you saunter off, effortlessly seducing him with every step. He can still smell the perfume you use, a mixture of jasmine and a hint of something else. You smell like heaven, he thinks, as he relaxes back in the bath, left with only his thoughts of you, which serve to entertain him very well.
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At dinner that evening, you sit beside Daenerys, comforting your poor sister that you won’t allow your brother to send her off without her consent. You dote on her all evening, ignoring your brother, frustrating him with your lack of attention. He takes a deep breath, trying to keep his cool, but finds it difficult, watching as you kiss Dany’s forehead. He wants nothing more than to grab you by the wrist and drag you back to his side, but he knows that will only aggravate you further. He stares at your dress, eyes traveling along your body greedily, his heart racing.
“Sister,” he clears his throat, offering you what he believes to be a most charming grin, “That is quite a dress you have on.”
You stare at him, unimpressed before turning back to Dany, continuing your earlier conversation. An embarrassed look flashes across your brother’s face before he clenches his jaw, speaking again.
“Do you like the dress? I hear it’s the latest fashion in Lys.”
You sigh in annoyance, “It’s fine, brother.”
Viserys stands from his chair, dragging it along and pulling it to sit on your other side, surprising you at his insistence as he speaks in a low, sultry voice, “You are truly gorgeous, my queen.”
His hand brushes against yours as his breathing grows heavier, his eyes traveling to what is visible of your chest, not enough for his taste, but he digresses. Noticing the charged atmosphere between you and Viserys, Dany coughs awkwardly and walks away, stating that she’s done eating. You scowl at your brother as she walks away.
“Well done, you scared her off.”
Viserys scoffs, leaning in closer to you, “You,” his gaze traces your face, from your eyes to the curve of your nose, to your lips, so soft, so plush and waiting for him, “You are so very beautiful, sister. So pretty.”
“And you,” you whisper, your lips nearly brushing against his as you lean in, “Are so very annoying.”
Viserys’ lips part and he leans in, your lips only a hair’s breadth apart as he murmurs, “I can’t help it, you know. You’re so irresistible, I find myself unable to stop.”
His voice trails off as he cups your cheek in his hand, nearly moaning at how soft your skin feels against his palm. Your lips brush against each other’s in the tiniest, barest tease of a kiss before you pull away from him. Your brother’s cheeks flush with anger, his voice heated as he demands.
“Why are you doing this to me, sister? How can you be so cruel? So merciless,” his hand slides from your cheek to tangle in your hair, desperately pulling you toward him, “Why must you do this?”
“I have to keep you in your place, don’t I?” you taunt, smirking at him.
“And where is my place, sister?” Viserys questions, his gaze so darkened with lust that the lilac of his irises is nearly entirely black, “Won’t you tell me?”
“Beneath me,” you coo, nipping at his lower lip, “I quite prefer being on top. Now, follow me.”
You take his hand in yours, leading him to your room, your brother following behind you eagerly, a look of anticipation and excitement on his face. He can scarcely believe that you’re inviting him into your bed as his eyes linger on your curves as he follows behind you.
“If the arrangement for us to wed in a fortnight still stands, it doesn’t hurt if we consummate our union early,” you tease, glancing back over your shoulder at him.
Viserys swallows thickly and that primal need to kiss you nearly overwhelms him as the two of you enter your private chambers. You close the door behind you, eyeing your brother with the type of hunger he’s never seen from any of the serving girls who gaze at him. No, you’re a dragon. Like him. And dragons have certain appetites.
He groans as you push him back on the bed, crawling over him to press a kiss to his lips. You make quick work of his clothes, tossing them aside in a flurry of emotion until his bare form is revealed to you, not for the first time. Viserys is painfully hard, the tip of his length weeping from need of you. You smirk at him, moving off despite his protests. However, he quickly quiets once you pull on the lace of your gown, allowing it to fall to the ground. Viserys has always known you to be beautiful, but now, with the moonlight filtering in through your window, the soft breeze blowing through your hair, you’re nothing short of a goddess. Your chest, your hips, your impossibly soft skin, your thighs, your lips. It could drive a man to madness, he thinks, as you move back toward him.
“You’re not sending Dany to Drogo unless she consents to it,” you say, your voice sounding like honey in his ears.
“My queen,” he offers lamely, his voice hoarse as he watches you approach him, his entire world revolving around you in this moment, a fire in his belly, a burning desire raging like an inferno inside him in a way he’s never known before.
You grab him by the face, squeezing his cheeks slightly as you demand, “Is that understood, little brother?”
Viserys nods fervently, his lips parted ever so slightly as you climb back on top of him and he manages to mumble, “Yes, my queen, it is understood.”
You press your lips to his, your bare core brushing up against his length in the most teasing, tantalizing of ways as you rake your nails down his chest. Viserys groans against your lips, his hands moving to hold you by your thighs, squeezing the supple flesh. You continue moving your hips against him, brushing against his length with every movement, making him feel as though he could reach his peak from this alone. You wrap a hand in his hair, urging him toward your chest, laughing to yourself as he eagerly takes you into his mouth, sucking greedily at one of your hardened peaks, moaning against your skin as he does.
“You like that, don’t you?” you coo, “Pathetic little thing that you are. You call yourself a king? You’re nothing more than my bed slave, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” he groans, moving to lave attention on your neglected peak, “I am, my queen.”
After a moment, you push him back, moving to crawl over him, your heat resting over his face as you sink onto his lips. Viserys’ tongue is inside you in an instant, moaning as he tastes you, gripping the flesh of your ass as he buries his face between your thighs. The lewd slurping and sucking noises he makes drive you closer and closer to your peak and you begin riding his face, mewling when he suckles at your pearl. You feel your release coming closer and closer, and it seems Viserys senses it by the way your body reacts to him, so he increases the speed of his tongue, squeezing you even tighter as you come undone against him.
You move off of him, thighs shaking from the pleasure you just experienced, but you’re hungry for more, and so is he. You straddle his waist, sinking down on his hard length, moaning as he fills you up so perfectly. Viserys watches as you begin bouncing up and down on his lap, riding him, his eyes fixated on your chest, the way it bounces too with every thrust. He moves his mouth onto you again, desperately suckling at your sensitive nub, using one hand to tangle in your hair, the other to pinch and squeeze your neglected bud.
“Put your hand on my pearl,” you demand, slapping his hand away, guiding it between where your bodies are joined, “Make yourself useful.”
Viserys immediately acquiesces, moving his thumb against you as his tip brushes against that spongy spot deep inside you with each movement of your hips. Viserys feels his end approaching as he bucks his hips up against yours, feeling you squeezing around him impossibly tight, clenching around him like a vice. You come undone with a moan of his name, triggering his own release as he spills himself deep inside you. The two of you fall onto your bed, wrapped in each other’s arms, entirely exhausted.
“My queen,” he murmurs, kissing your forehead, “I will make sure that Dany is agreeable to marrying Drogo before sending her away. I promise.”
“You’d better,” you say, smirking at him, “Otherwise, you’ll wake the dragon. And I’m quite sure you don’t want that.”
“And if I do?”
You laugh, capturing his lips once again.
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PDA - kissing their cheeks (the demon brothers)
What happens when MC decides to kiss their cheek around others? It couldn't possibly go wrong, right?
(Lucifer x gn!MC) (Mammon x gn!MC) (Leviathan x gn!MC) (Satan x gn!MC) (Asmodeus x gn!MC) (Beelzebub x gn!MC) (Belphegor x gn!MC)
(Suggestive)
Word Count: +4,200 (oh no wonder it took me a while. Mammon got a longer one because things occur, I guess)
Lucifer
Lucifer had another late night in his study yesterday, and it left him a tired husk of a demon. He was even nodding off in the middle of his meeting with Diavolo and Barbatos. Asmo and Mammon were in attendance as well, and their pointless questions gave Lucifer a cover to send you a message.
Your screen lit up: Could you bring coffee to the student council room for me at your earliest convenience? Black, iced if they have it. I’ll make it up to you later. You sent back an “ok” sticker and informed him that your class would end in 15 minutes.
When you arrived at the council room, the meeting had temporarily concluded while Diavolo held another meeting with the head of the art department about an upcoming student showcase. In Diavolo’s absence, Asmo had decided to paint his nails while Mammon was on his phone – no doubt attempting to check his recent bets. Barbatos was the only one getting any work done.
Mephisto, who had entered shortly after Diavolo departed, had taken the opportunity to whine to Lucifer about the newspaper’s budget, despite Lucifer’s half-conscious attempt to inform him that Satan had approved the paperwork that Diavolo signed off on. This had nothing to do with Lucifer. Luckily, Mephisto was too wrapped up in his complaints to notice that Lucifer had once again nodded off.
You walked straight to Lucifer – not even stopping as you returned Asmo’s cheery greeting with a soft, “good afternoon, Asmo.”
Mephisto turned around at the sound of your voice. “Second human.”
You assumed he intended to rank you under Solomon. While it was true that Solomon was more powerful than you, Mephisto could at least learn to use your name, so you decided to give him a taste of his own medicine. “Ugly tie demon.”
If Lucifer was awake, he would have chuckled. You noticed his even breath and his closed eyes. It was a rare and rather adorable sight, but you figured you should wake him up before anyone noticed. This was the sort of sight Mammon would try to exploit for money (and Asmo for likes, and Barbatos would share a picture with Diavolo just because he could). You set the drink down to the side and leaned in to kiss his cheek.
A soft moan left Lucifer’s mouth as he reluctantly opened his eyes. In a daze, he smiled at you, attempting to look seductive, but he only managed to appear cuter than before.
“Good morning, sleepyhead,” you teased, but it didn’t wipe the smile from his face. What did that was Mephisto’s subsequent annoyance upon realizing that Lucifer had been ignoring him.
“You no-good, arrogant bastard. How dare you fall asleep while I’m talking to you about important matters!”
Lucifer had enough of Mephisto for the day. He got to his feet and walked to the other side of his desk. Grabbing his coffee in one hand and your hand in the other, Lucifer sighed and turned towards Barbatos. “I need some fresh air. I’ll be back in 20. Alert me if Lord Diavolo returns before that or if you find my presence is necessary.”
“Understood.” Barbatos nodded.
Lucifer ignored Asmo’s whining about how jealous he was and Mammon and Mephisto’s insults as he pulled you out of the room with him. With their noise in the distance, and comfort in the fact that Barbatos would not allow anyone to disturb his break unless necessary, Lucifer chuckled.
“Thank you for that. You went through the trouble of getting me coffee, but nothing restores my energy like you do. Will you help me wake up until I have to return?”
Mammon
It had been a long, shitty week, and Mammon could tell you were running on empty. The way you walked to school was as if every movement was an unimaginable effort. He wanted to ask if you needed to take a break, but he didn’t want to bring any unnecessary attention to your slow pace that morning; if it was him, he would be mortified – but he would also be so happy that you noticed. That made his decision even harder. Maybe he should just say something? Or maybe he should just do something to help you out? He could try to carry you the rest of the way to school. Hell, the Great Mammon could carry Beel when he needed to – certainly he could handle his favorite human. His mind raced in his indecision.
To his absolute awe, you both arrived at school – on time and without a single complaint from you. If he was having a bad week, no doubt he would be talking your ear off about it. Did you not trust him? No, just chill Mammon, he thought to himself. Focus on them today.
After you completed your classes, you returned home with Mammon. He had been almost suspiciously well-behaved today – he even stopped a fight between Asmo and Levi. You could question him, but you were too grateful to care. When you stepped into the entrance of the House of Lamentation, Mammon dragged you directly to his room and pulled you into his bed. It smelled like him.
“Why?” you asked, only half-concerned about the answer.
“Shush. I want ya to take a nap for me, ‘kay?” Mammon laid you down on his pillows and gently stroked your hair. “You’ve done such a good job. The Great Mammon’s gonna show ya a good time tonight – but ya gotta rest first.”
That would have sounded like such a lewd offer if he hadn’t said it in such a tender voice – and if you weren’t so comforted by his touch. Mammon eased you into sleep, and when you woke up, there was an outfit laying at the end of the bed. All the clothes appeared to be yours, but Mammon had styled it for you.
Mammon entered the room with a sandwich and a large bottle of sparkling water. “Happy to see ya awake. Ya hungry? Eat this before we go.”
“Where are we going?”
“Somewhere fun – just trust me and stop askin’ questions, alright?”
“Okay,” you nodded, “I trust you.”
Mammon tried to hide his smile as he handed you the food and unscrewed the cap on the bottle before giving it to you. As you ate, he changed – noticeably grabbing clothes that would match the outfit he picked out for you. He glanced back and saw you staring at him. Something about having your eyes on his half-naked body delighted him, but this wasn’t the time.
“Oi, if ya want a show, pay up. Otherwise, finish eatin’ and get changed.”
You followed his orders. Upon further inspection, not all the items laid out on the bed were yours. Mammon had set a gold bracelet on top of your clothes.
“Mammon, this isn’t mine,” you told him.
“Lemme see.” You handed him the bracelet. He gently grabbed your wrist and put it on for you. “Is now.”
Mammon was careful to sneak you out of the house without anyone noticing. You held your questions until you arrived at a club. You heard music blasting from outside the door.
It had been a while since Mammon had taken you out – and even longer since you had danced, especially with him. Maybe the movement was cathartic. Maybe watching Mammon dance by your side – and occasionally feeling him grind on you – simply made you happy. Maybe you felt adored when he kept his eyes and hands on you. You couldn’t stop smiling, and Mammon noticed.
“Feelin’ better?” he asked.
You wrapped your arms around him and kissed his cheek in the middle of the dance floor. “Thank you, Mammon.”
Someone had to have seen that, right? Mammon was as thrilled as he was embarrassed, but he tried to play it cool.
“Good.” Mammon offered you a shy smile. “Wanna get outta here?”
“Are you bored or something?”
“Nah. Nothin’ like that.” Mammon shook his head and brought his lips right up to your ear so only you would hear him when he whispered, “I wanna take ya back to my room and show ya an even better time.”
A kiss on the cheek wasn’t enough. He needed more of you.
Leviathan
“Why did I have to come to school today?” Levi asked – rhetorically, of course.
“Because you can’t do a lab from your room at home,” Satan replied, annoyed by Levi’s complaining. Levi knew the drill by now, so there was no point in asking.
“How is it my fault that RAD isn’t equipped to do remote labs? We should have more otaku-friendly courses.”
“How ‘bout you shuddup and do classwork like the rest of us?” Mammon rolled his eyes.
“If I did classwork like you, I’d be failing all of my classes.”
“I mean, you’re not too far from that,” Belphie added, only half awake. That was uncalled for, but Levi took it without protest. Belphie was the only slacker with good grades, after all.
“Enough,” you sighed.
You sympathized with Levi for not wanting to show up in class. He was an indoor-demon – so long as the “door” part of “indoor” was his door specifically and maybe your door on occasion. Maybe you were being soft on him, but you didn’t care. All you really cared about was Levi not feeling bad about being a shut-in. The longer this conversation went on, the more likely it was that someone was going to say something cruel.
Determined to cheer Levi up and reward his effort, you pat his head and leaned in to kiss his cheek. “I’m very proud of you for coming into class today, Levi.”
Levi’s eyes widened and his face burned. He screamed – and he was only partially muffled when he buried his face into his arms at his desk. You kissed him. You kissed him – in front of an entire class of demons and Solomon, no less. Levi wasn’t sure if he was going to die from embarrassment or if he just had his social battery supercharged. His arms were hiding his huge smile as well as his blushing cheeks.
He could nearly taste the jealousy in the room. For once, it wasn’t coming from him. It had been so long since anyone was jealous of him that he forgot how amazing it felt to be envied, especially when he was being envied because you kissed him. Just a minute ago, Levi was anxious and upset about having to leave the comfort of his room today, and now he was overjoyed and wouldn’t change a thing about the day so far – although he knew he still had plenty of time to ruin it.
While Levi took a minute to calm himself down, you waved off any protests and complaints about you kissing Levi’s cheek. You also had to shut down the incoming requests for a reward from you – including Asmo telling you that if you offered him a reward, he would be such a good boy.  
Levi clung to your side throughout the lab, glaring at anyone who got within a foot of you. He wondered what kind of reward you might be willing to give him if he went to school for the rest of the week – or if he got a good grade on this lab. He wanted to make you proud. He wanted you to kiss and touch him more.
Satan
It was a rare sight to see Satan not reading in the library. He was on his phone, and that look of joy on his face meant one thing: he was watching cat videos again. You came up behind him and leaned over his shoulder before wrapping your arms around his neck. If it had been anyone else, Satan would have been irritated – and a violent outcome would have been a possibility.
“Having fun?” you asked him.
“MC, I was just about to send you this video. Have you ever heard of a sand cat?” Satan didn’t even wait for your response before he restarted the video for you. “Look at their big ears! Do you think that the person filming was able to pet them? I wouldn’t be able to resist.”
You watched the adorable beige cat scurry across the screen. Normally, you would entertain Satan’s love of cats, but that grin on his face distracted you.
“There are so many cats that I want to pet. I wonder if I could summon one,” he mused.
“So cute,” you whispered into his ear before placing a kiss on his cheek. You could hear him gulp hard.
“The cats or –” Satan paused, choked up on his shock and embarrassment, “or me?”
“Both.” You kissed his cheek again.
He was comfortable with you wrapping your arms around him, but he hadn’t expected you to kiss him. Twice, even. His face burned as he felt a demon, who had previously been studying, staring at him.
From behind you, you heard another demon ask her friend, “did that human just kiss Satan?”
“Oh my, how scary. They must be brave to attempt that.”
“I think that’s Solomon’s apprentice.”
“I don’t know if that makes it better or worse.”
“Me either, but it makes sense, right? Someone like that has to be brave.”
“I don’t care how hot Satan is, I’d never have the nerve.”
“He must like them a lot.”
You wondered if they knew how loud they were speaking. You turned their conversation topic to Satan, teasingly, “well, do you?”
“What do you think?” Satan set his phone down on the table and made room for you to sit on his lap at the desk. He pat his thigh, expectantly. “Well?”
Ignoring your concerns about the library chairs not being built for two people (luckily, they were surprisingly sturdy) and the few added stares from demons around you, including someone who was definitely in your Seductive Speechcraft class, you took Satan up on his offer. His arms engulfed you, and his chin came to rest on your shoulder.
“You didn’t answer me. Do you think I like you?” Satan whispered seductively against your neck.
“Of course.”
“Wrong.” Satan clicked his tongue. “I don’t like you – I adore you. I love you more than anyone. Now, can we watch cute cats while your cute lover holds you?”
“Of course,” you repeated your previous answer.
“Good. But MC?” Satan dropped his tone and whispered, “when we get home, it looks like I’ll have to show you exactly how strong my feelings are for you.”
Asmodeus
You were comfortably settled into a window nook in a quiet part of the library, trying to read the book that Satan had lent you the other day, but when Asmo stumbled upon you, he decided to disturb your peace. You couldn’t really be annoyed with him, though, when he took a spot next to you and gave you that charming smile of his.
No, what annoyed you was that as you continued to read, Asmo was trying to get a picture with you. You didn’t want your picture taken.
“MC, lean in, come on! You could be at least a little affectionate with me,” Asmo demanded. He was usually spoiled with affection; it wasn’t as if you had been particularly neglectful of him. His whining – and his presence in the library in general – was starting to attract attention.
Eager to appease him, and in the hopes of not attracting anymore onlookers, you pulled Asmo a bit closer and rested your chin on his shoulder. As he adjusted the angle of his camera, you kissed his cheek. Asmo managed to snap the picture, and he immediately checked it – in part to see if it was good, because this was definitely going up on Devilgram, but also to make sure that you had really just kissed his cheek. He wasn’t just dreaming.
He turned with a smirk and hopped into your lap. If you had been in a chair, you probably would have fallen. Instead, Asmo pushed your back gently against the wall and started kissing you all over your face and neck, whispering about how adorable you are between kisses. It felt impossible for Asmo to hold back. He kissed your lips once. Twice. He couldn’t seem to stop, and it wasn’t long before he was making out with you.
One of the problems with Asmo was that he was an amazing kisser – which usually wasn’t an issue. But right now, the feeling of his lips on you made it hard to care about any onlookers. He was all you could think about – until his phone rang next to your leg on the seat.
Asmo pulled away, irked by the interruption. His fingertips teasingly traced down your thigh as he lowered his hands to grab his phone. The name on the screen didn’t ease his annoyance, and he reluctantly accepted the call.
“What do you want, Mammon?” Asmo placed one hand on the wall behind you and held his phone to his ear with the other. As irritating a distraction as this was, Asmo was determined to shower you in affection, so he lowered himself to your neck and began to kiss and suck at your skin.
“Get the fuck outta the library, Asmo.” You heard Mammon screaming through the phone. Did Asmo have to keep the phone so close to you? You were already trying to keep it down because you were in the library, and now there was a chance that Mammon would hear even the smallest moan you made.
“Why?” Asmo asked between kissing your neck.
“Someone’s live streaming you and MC! It’s up on DevilTube right now. 500-some people are watchin’.”
Still focused on your neck, Asmo wanted to shrug it off with a “let them watch” and keep going – as long as you were into it, at least. However, another voice boomed in the background of Mammon’s call. “Meet me in the student council room, immediately – both of you.”
Lucifer. Now it was serious. The line dropped and Asmo sat up.
“Show’s over,” Asmo said – mostly to you, but also loud enough for anyone nearby (especially a particular live streaming voyeur) to hear. He helped you to your feet and sighed. “Sorry, darling. I got us in trouble again. I couldn’t resist.”
You had a long lecture ahead, but Asmo promised to make it up to you. At the end of the night, you both were of the same mind: worth it.
Beelzebub
Beelzebub was determined to win his match when you told him that you were coming to watch. It wasn’t like he would have been embarrassed to lose in front of you – he had lost in front of you before, but knowing you were going to watch him lit a fire in Beel. He wanted to win more than ever.
All his effort was worth it when he spotted you among the cheering crowd. He rushed to you after the final whistle blew.
“You were amazing, Beel.” You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed his cheek. Don’t worry, if you can’t reach, he’d pick you up. “Congratulations.”
Normally, Beel would feel self-conscious about you touching him after a match when he was coated in a layer of sweat, but right now, he was all smiles. You were so proud of his victory that you kissed him. He didn’t mind that his team members and the entire audience could see – that might have made it better. Sometimes, even Beel wanted to show off that you loved him.
His chuckle rang out in your ear. “Thank you, MC. Do you mind waiting up for me?”
“Of course not,” you held Beel’s face in your hands. “I wanted to go home with you.”
“Thanks,” Beel grinned. “Wait for me outside of the locker room. I’ll try to be quick.”
Beel was true to his word. He showered, changed, and hurried out to see you – taking just enough time to quickly congratulate his teammates before leaving. His teammates were used to a bit more talk about the ups and downs of their match from Beel, but after they saw you there, they knew exactly why Beel was in such a rush.
He spotted you in the hall immediately.
“Ready to go?” you asked with a smile.
“Yes – well, no. Not yet.” Beel furrowed his brows, and a faint blush painted his face. You tilted your head in confusion. “MC, can I kiss you back?”
He melted your heart. “Of course, you can, Beel.”
You expected a kiss on the cheek, but his lips met yours, instead. His hand slid up the side of your neck to your cheek. Beel had a tender touch that caused your skin to burn. Even when he caught you off guard, he was so sweet that you would let him do whatever he wanted. His tongue teased you slightly. The footsteps and chatter further down the hall didn’t cause either of you any hesitation. Both of your minds were clouded with desire, and who knows what would have happened if Beel’s stomach didn’t interrupt you with a loud growl.
Beel pulled away, embarrassed that his own stomach had betrayed him. There goes the mood. He gave you a sheepish, apologetic smile. “Sorry, can we get something to eat on the way home?”
“Don’t apologize. You must be starving after all that exercise.” You caressed his arm. “We can get food on the way back.”
“Good. I wanted to take you out on a date, anyway.” Beel took your hand and headed towards the exit.
“You did?”
“Yeah. You made me so happy when you kissed me earlier. I wanted to spend more time with you.”
“Beel.” You could feel your heart melting all over again.
Beel stopped in his tracks, and with his free hand, he tilted your chin towards him and ran his thumb across your lip. “Besides, we have to eat while we’re out. Once we get home, I want to focus all my attention on making you just as happy.”
Belphegor
No one could get Belphegor to wake up that morning. Beel had gotten him dressed in the same way one changes the clothes on a doll. Lucifer was determined to get him to school on time – even if that meant that he or Beel had to carry Belphie there themselves.
It was lucky, then, that you arrived to walk them to school. Lucifer pleaded (or at least in his own, prideful way, he was pleading) with you to help him wake Belphie up. He was already dressed, so there went the option of dumping water on him. Sometimes Belphie was a hassle, even for you, but other times, all it took was a simple trick.
Despite everyone watching on in anticipation, and Mammon rudely trying to make a bet against you – one which Levi and Satan gladly took him up on, you leaned down towards Belphegor’s ear and whispered, “it’s time to wake up, Belphie, please?” before you placed a kiss on his cheek. The protests came flooding in, as you expected. Belphegor moaned sweetly into your ear as he stirred from his sleep. He sat up to drape himself around your neck.
“Carry me, please?”
Asmo shrieked in response. “Belphie is so cute when he’s sleepy, but this is so unfair. Stop clinging to MC like that!”
“Don’t compliment that jerk for cozyin’ up to MC!”
“I’m so jealous. If I knew MC would kiss him, I would have stayed in bed, too.”
“If you spoil him MC, everyone in the house will start refusing to wake up,” Satan scolded you to mask his own jealousy.
“All of you, shut up and head downstairs,” Lucifer shouted. “We’re leaving in a minute – and if any of you attempt to sleep in tomorrow, I will tie you up and drag you to school myself – and we’ll take the roughest, most jagged paths to get there.”
That sent them all running, except for Beel. “I’ll grab you a snack from the kitchen before we go. You have to eat breakfast, Belphie.”
“Make it quick, please Beel,” Lucifer sighed. “Can I trust you to get him down the stairs and out of the door?”
“Of course.”
“Thank you,” Lucifer offered you a guilty smile – the kind a parent gives when someone else soothes their crying child in their stead.
Belphegor pulled you in tighter and rested his head on your shoulder.
“Oh no you don’t, you have to get to school.” You made a half-hearted attempt to push him away, but you caved and allowed him to snap back into the warmth of your body.
“I know. I was just thinking,” Belphegor hummed and nuzzled into your neck, “I wish you could wake me up like this every morning. Getting up wouldn’t be so bad if you were the first person I saw. It’d be even nicer if you were the last one before I went to sleep, too.”
You placed another kiss on his cheek. “That’s very sweet, Belphie. If you hurry off to class, maybe I’ll find a way to sneak you into my bed tonight.”
“You mean it?” Now he was alert. An adorable smile formed on his lips. You really knew how to incentivize a demon.
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MDNI, corrupt cop/dad!leon kennedy x fem!reader
word count. 3.3k
cws. daddy-daughter incest, dubcon, mentions of past noncon, cucking, reader gets fucked while on the phone, coercion, multiple orgasms, p in v, oral (fem receiving), like one pussy slap, nipple play, tit sucking, he’s a lil mean to pussy ngl, relatively soft ending?
note. given what happened with the last one… it’s very easy to scroll past this fic if the tags make you uncomfortable! in fact, please do not interact if it might disturb you — this is dark content, but i do not intend for anyone to come away from this triggered. keeping up the nirvana theme, title’s from the song of the same name!
tags. @bunnyclaire !
happy valentine’s to everyone! :)
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Superficial boyfriends and hollow affairs had often left you exhausted come February 14th.
You thought the holiday itself was a waste. Corporate America’s take on love and mediocre chocolate. A saccharine bastardization of romance. An excuse to ask out the girl five seats away in English 102. That’s what the guy behind you did, anyway — you took some creative liberties with his thought process. Sauntered over to your seat and languidly extended his arm, presenting you with an empty contact. In any other instance, you would’ve declined faster than he could pull out the phone, but he had your dad’s eyes. That should’ve made you reject him faster — but it didn’t. You left class with his number and your cunt wet.
Your dad was to blame for your date, in a way. If he hadn’t fucked the dignity out of you, you’d still be as pragmatic and chaste as ever. You’d get off to normal things. Your vibrator wouldn’t die in the middle of your rape fantasies. Fantasies of him, as if that wasn’t your daily fate. It was almost ironic — you’d convinced yourself, to some degree, that you wanted to leave because of what he was doing to you. After all, what help would the cops be? He’s one of them. The others are his drinking buddies. Same bastards who popped in and out of the house while you grew up.
You knew the truth, ultimately. The truth came to you moments before orgasm and left you spent on your mattress. The thought of your father fucking you senseless again turned you on beyond belief. But when rape became routine, your mind started to shift. It disturbed you once you had a degree of control over it — you were actively fucking your dad, and that shit was scary. Something you’d see on a shitty crime show, the ones mama used to binge. That’s why you really had to get away — you couldn’t let yourself indulge any longer. Just because he creampied your mom two decades ago didn’t mean you had to end up a sex freak, too.
You’d tried your best to forget about it by the time you returned home, books splayed open on your bed. You’d found more solace there, lately. More than at your day job, and definitely more than in your living room. The strident chime of your phone derailed your train of thought, and with a huff, you checked the caller — silently kicking yourself. Of course the guy you’d given your number to would call — you just hadn’t expected it to be so late. Wasn’t like you did this much before. You glanced at the clock before hitting ‘accept’ — dad wouldn’t be home for a bit, you thought.
“Hello?” you answered, swinging your legs around to dangle over the side of the bed.
“Hey. You answered fast,” he chuckled, and you rolled your eyes hard enough to make them ache in protest.
“You hit on me faster,” you said flippantly, prompting another laugh from him. Not by choice.
“Touché.”
A beat of silence passed. You shifted uncomfortably against your mattress, gnawing on your thumbnail until he spoke again.
“So what made you pick up?”
You thought on it. “You look kinda like my dad,” wasn’t a great idea, and extensive confession would be even worse. But a half-truth was obligated, at least. “Valentine’s has a way of getting to people,” you settled on. He laughed at that, again — you’d either given your number to someone easygoing or desperate.
“Yeah. Me too. Got me to talk to you today,” he said nonchalantly. “Hate to break it to you if you thought I was getting your number for a study group.”
Alright, you threw him a bone. Laughed at a stupid joke for him. “Mmh. Smith already gives us death glares. You might wanna reconsider that group.”
He groaned at the mention of your English 102 professor. “Fuck, he’s always mad. Must’ve had a stick up his ass for a while, now. Bastard’s gonna go off on us over that last exam tomorrow — he just went easy on us ‘cause it’s Valentine’s.”
“Yeah, you think? Figured Smith would be on our asses over that. Didn’t do well—“
Your words are immediately cut short when you hear your dad’s heavy footfalls creak into the wooden hallway. Fuck, he was already home? What happened to those night shifts? What happened to taking his sweet damn time with the random women he pulled over on backroads? You knew you should’ve seen it coming; lately, he’d been coming home early enough to glare at you for not making enough dinner for him. After he’d fucked you into the couch cushions, anyway. That became increasingly relevant when your door opened, and your jaw went slack for half a second.
“Hello? You still hear me?”
You cleared your throat, as if you’d just zoned out, still locking eyes with your dad. “I, uh… I’m gonna call you back,” you said quickly. You hung up the phone before he had the chance to snatch it away from you.
“Baby,” he said, like your relationship mirrored anything affectionate, “Who the fuck was that?”
You swallowed heavily. You’d gotten a little too used to him — forgot just how damn scary he could get. “It’s, uh… someone from class,” you withheld. Stupid decision. He was a cop, for Christ’s sake. But, truthfully, he would’ve decided you were bullshitting him even if you weren’t — you’d gotten to know him quite well over the past few weeks.
He snorted out a laugh, eyebrow raising in disbelief. “Yeah? I’m sure. Just a classmate. What, is history interesting enough to be giggling over on Valentine’s?”
You looked down, heartbeat picking up. “English, actually,” as if that’d help your case. He cocked his head to the side, taking another sharp step toward you. You flinched before you could react, as if his presence alone didn’t soak your panties. Motherfucker had you conditioned. But before he shoved you flat against the mattress, he knelt down, gripping the fat of your thighs and spreading them wide open in front of his face.
“Call him back, sweetheart.”
You’d (mistakenly) assumed that hardly anything could surprise you with him anymore, but that sure as hell did. Your brows knitted together in instant concern. “Why? Are you fucking crazy?!” you hissed, watching him grab at your skirt, hiking it up your waist. He shrugged a bit too nonchalantly for your liking, the intensity returning the instant your gaze met his.
“No, dad. I’m putting my foot down, we’re not—“
He slapped your clothed cunt at that. Hard. Hard enough to make it sting as it throbbed. You winced, trying to fall back onto the mattress, before he dug his fingers into your thighs and pulled you back to him. Closer. He leaned in, nose bumping against your clit through the cloth, eyes trained on you again. “Call him back,” he repeated.
You inhaled shakily as you dialed your classmate’s number again, looking down at your father. He looked back up at you. Waiting for him to pick up as you were. To your dismay, he did immediately, even more desperate than you initially thought.
“Hey,” he said, words a little breathy — like he’d rushed to the phone. “What happened? You okay?”
Your dad’s face soured at the sound of his voice for a moment, muttering something under his breath as he gripped your panties by the soaked gusset and yanked them down your thighs. Harsh enough for the lace to leave little red divots down your skin. Your mouth opened to answer when his calloused fingertips finally found themselves on either side of your clit, pinching it as it pulsed — making you draw in a sharp gasp. Miraculous you didn’t moan at that, with the way it made you drip.
“Hi, sorry, m’fine—“ you said, squirming as your dad ran his finger between your folds to get it wet. “My, uh… my cat knocked something off the counter. Thought he was getting into the food,” you forced a chuckle, quickly cutting off into a whine as your dad gently pressed his lips to your clit, not breaking the kiss for a second. A laugh rose from his chest at the notion of you having a pet here, the deep vibration making your stomach flip and your hips rock slightly against his lips. Your little date seemed to take the excuse, though.
“Yeah, I’ve got a cat, too. He gets into everything. Tore up my book real bad, once — it’s like I adopted a dog,” he joked. “You should come over and see him sometime.”
The kiss broke at that. Your dad flattened his tongue, pressing the tip of it to the bottom of your hole, firmly licking up to your clit. You cracked, finally, moaning as his tongue flicked your clit before settling on it again. “Maybe—“ you choked out between gasps of air as your dad continued to lick your puffy cunt, languidly sucking your bud. “Yeah, I… maybe.”
Your classmate paused for a moment, mulling over your response. “Shit, seriously? Thought you’d be a little bitchier about it,” he said casually. Any anger that would typically rise in your chest was promptly snuffed by your dad’s tongue trailing to your hole again. You bit your lip to keep from crying out in ecstasy, your left hand somehow finding its way to his hair as your right nearly dropped the phone.
“Bitchy?” you asked breathily, whimpering as the tip of one of your dad’s front teeth grazed your clit. Felt better than you expected. Maybe it was just him. Your classmate paused over the phone, unsure if insulting you further or retracting would be the safer bet for fucking you. He went with the former.
“Yeah, bitchy. Been trying to ask you out for weeks. Can’t even give me a wave back.”
Dad pulled back for a second, releasing your cunt from his mouth with a pop. You whined, trying to drag him back by the hair, but years in the police force rigged that fight beyond repair. His eyes went to you as you formulated a response, shamelessly eavesdropping on his victim’s baby girl’s love life. Or lack thereof.
“I didn’t notice anything,” you said, and it was the truth. Regret bubbled in your gut as your pussy throbbed for attention. “We haven’t spoken before today. Was I supposed to read your mind? Fuck a random guy from English 102?”
“Dunno. Maybe. I’ve been trying to hook up with you for half a month,” he said, toning down the hostility. “Ever since I got your name. Figured I’d be transparent.”
That made your breath hitch a little. You were only a slut if you went for it, right? This guy was insufferable. Typical womanizing asshole. Some insignificant fraternity’s wet dream. But, fuck, with the way he looked like your dad, he could be your wet dream, too. Perfect way to fix the degeneracy of your current circumstances. You’d fuck the incestuous fantasy out of this asshat, and move on. Channel it into something socially acceptable. Sublimation — was it Freud who coined that? Been a while since you’d taken Psych 101–
Your train of thought was abruptly cut by the pad of your dad’s index finger pulling back the hood of your clit, letting his tongue fall flat against it again. You didn’t respond to the phone, mind clouded with something like cotton as he tongued your cunt with a sort of vigor you’d never expect. Always thought dad was too selfish to eat pussy. How wonderful it was that you’d been wrong, thighs trembling as he held them back. Another high moan rose from your throat, only attempting to shove itself back when the phone reminded you of its existence.
“Fuck, are you touching yourself to this?”
Your blood froze in your veins, but his didn’t. He made that apparent. You swallowed thickly, ready to deny before he could retort with something else. “God, no, what—“
“What, do you think I’m a virgin?” he chuckled over the phone. “Hell no. I hear you. You make cute sounds.”
Your reading on dad was worse than normal. Couldn’t tell if he was eating your cunt out of jealousy — some kind of weird-ass reassertion — or because he wanted to show his daughter off a little. You half-heartedly guessed the latter based on the way he pressed his lips further into your heat at the remark about your moans, making you cry out in utter ecstasy.
The boy on the phone chuckled in contentment. Like you’d finger yourself to his voice. Yeah, you were soaked for your piece-of-shit father — and him only, for now. He’d reinstilled that in your mind with the rugged warmth of his tongue. “Yeah, keep doin’ that.”
You mouthed something to your dad, something about not wanting to cum — too desperate to process your own speech. He listened, sure, but he disagreed, bringing you to orgasm before you had a chance to finish your own sentence. Almost embarrassing how hard you came for dad — but, shit, shame and decorum were relics of the past within your relationship with him.
The phone buzzed with more dirty talk. College boy’s first phone fuck. You weren’t much of an empath, but you silently hoped he wasn’t jerking off on the other side. Didn’t inherit whatever empathy you did have from dad — half a second after you came, he was prying his leaking cock out from under his waistband like it was timed. Let you close your legs for a second while you tried to ration with your classmate.
“No, no, it’s okay,” he said, like he was the one who was supposed to be upset about listening to a pretty bitch moan. “I get it. Girls do it all the time.”
Not with you, you fought back the urge to retort with, knowing damn well that probably wasn’t true. You felt your dad’s rough hand on your thigh as he sat alongside you on the bed, trying to guide you onto his cock. You shot him a look, shaking your head and gesturing to the phone. Real intense. He grabbed you in half a second by the chin, bringing your mouth to his — fashioning a kiss. He coaxed you into opening your mouth to his, pressing against you until you could feel the slick that he’d let coat his lips against your tongue.
“Taste that, baby?” he said, voice low under his breath. “That’s why you owe me this.”
He didn’t wait for you to respond after breaking the kiss, voice clipping a little as he used your cum as lube, sandwiching his cock between your folds for a moment. Precum glistened across your swollen clit from where his tip nudged against it. He let your thighs settle over his hips as he laid back against one of your pillows, cock throbbing against your hole.
You groaned with him when you languidly sank onto his dick, hips bobbing gently as your skin burned. You lifted the phone again, expecting to have to defend yourself for this, too, but your dad snatched it. Hung it up and stashed it under your pillowcase, leaving some twenty-something bewildered and disappointed.
“Want you to say my name while I fuck you, sweetheart,” he grunted, rolling his hips up to yours — tip catching against one of your walls. Thank God he’d moved on from jamming it flush against your cervix. Valentine’s must’ve gotten to him, too. Your brows knitted in confusion, breath rising and falling heavily.
“Your… first name?” you asked, leaning forward and pressing your hands into his chest. The thought of calling him Leon rubbed you the wrong way. He laughed at the thought immediately, stilling you on his cock for a moment.
“Nah. That’s not my name. Not to you.”
You didn’t grasp it fully until he gripped the fat of your hips and angled them back, pushing his cock flush against the spongy spot that always had you reeling. You nearly squealed — like it was the first time. Hell, could’ve been the hundredth time, and you’d still be a complete slut for your dad’s cock. You knew that much. He did, too.
“Fuck, dad, more— more, please—“ you panted out, hips jolting, trying to fuck him deeper into you. Hardly a minute, and tears beaded around your waterline. “Hah, more, need—“
“Hush,” he said, lids fluttering as his head rolled back. “Jesus, sweetheart, I did this to you?”
The question took a moment to register. Still felt like you were wading through cotton when you tried to think. Not your fault. You hummed in pleasure, thighs pressed to his skin hard enough to stick with sweat. “Yeah,” you mumbled, watching a ring of slick form every time he fucked his cock back into you. “Mhm, dad, you did. S’all your fault.”
“Arms up,” he said, bucking his hips into yours faster — not as fast as you’d like, but fast enough to shut you up. You obliged, letting him drag your shirt up and over your head. Internally, you thanked the lord above that you’d discarded your bra the second you’d gotten comfortable at home. What was comfort to you was often easy access to dad. Win-win, or whatever the saying was.
“Fuck, you’ve got cute tits, baby,” he muttered, leaning forward to sit up. “Pretty f’me to bruise up.”
Your breath hitched at the thought, slick somehow dripping further down his dick — jesus, that’s what this all had come to? Your pussy throbbing at the mention of getting a little roughed up? He pressed his lips around one of your nipples before you could dwell on it for too long, taking the stiffening bud between his teeth. You shuddered in pleasure, mind flashing back to the way his teeth had felt against your clit. Sensation alone made it twitch again. You got a little too whiny for his taste, and he released your tit from his mouth with a pop.
“Keep squirming and you won’t get any,” he threatened, and you stayed quiet, practically shoving your tits up against his mouth again. The nipple he’d picked first was puffy and wet with saliva — so, naturally, he went for the other. Only fair. Did nothing to stop how needy you got, fucking him deeper into you until your cunt clenched around him, desperate to cum again. He pinched the other nipple abruptly, tugging it forward as a groan rose from the base of his throat.
He didn’t take his mouth off of your tit, but for the first time since he’d started fucking you, you came with him. More or less. You came a couple seconds before, and that sent him over the edge, tugging his cock out and cumming across your stomach. Close enough. Felt more intimate than you were used to at all, and by instinct, you laid down with him. By the same instinct, he didn’t shove you off.
“You got this from your mama, too,” he said gruffly, pressing you flush against his chest. You looked up in confusion, eyes half-lidded, cheekbone pressed against his heart. He chuckled, averting his gaze. Took your stare as a response. “Yeah, just like her. She’d get all sappy and cuddly after, too.”
“Is that a bad thing?” you murmured, nudging yourself a little closer. He sighed, thinking on it for a minute.
“No, baby. Not a bad thing at all.”
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scarletta-ruan · 1 year
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hi hi, i'm the anon of the mental breakdown request and i really loved it! thanks!
well, as expected (😭😭😭), if i'm not disturbing you, could i request one more thing? it can be with the same characters (sigma, nikolai, jouno, fyodor and now + odasaku) reacting to reader hugging/clinging onto them when tired?? again, thank you if you can write it and don't worry if you need to reject!!! take care and don't forget to rest, hope your weeks are being good! <3
(also, expect to see me requesting for a good while, i'm sorry 😔)
𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐔𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆/𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃
WARNING: OOC, soft!character, fem!reader, reader being a clingy person, characters take care of reader.
TYPE: Headcanon
PAIRING: Sigma || Nikolai Gogol || Saigiku Jouno || Fyodor Dostoevsky || Sakunosuke Oda x fem!reader
WORDCOUNTS: 1.1k+ words
NOTES: Your request was kinda cute, I'm just happy when you loved my work. Sorry for taking too long in writing a request.
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1. Sigma
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How could he turn you down when you cling on to him like that?
Our precious baby, of course. He would let you cling to him when his face turned red.
Imagine one day you were very exhausted, lying on the couch while whining to him that you were really tired from work today. 
And then you suddenly wrapped your arms around his waist, leaned on his back and kept whining about your day when he was making some dinner for you.
Boy, he would listen to everything you said. Even though you were whining or complaining about your colleague, he still loved to hear it all. 
He would give some comments when you suddenly asked him while telling your story.
“You know what, that guy who works/studies with me is a bastard.”
“Yeah, I know it. He was the worst in the office/school right?”
This was cuter when you still wrapped your arms around him while Sigma was moving around in the kitchen in order to get more ingredients or just grabbed some seasonings. His mind also told him that he now looked absolutely like a mother chicken with small chicks running after her.
And when he thought about it, he just chuckled to himself and shook his head. But unfortunately, you still realized that he was chuckling.
“Why are you chuckling? Is there anything funny in my story?”
“No, love. It’s just because I saw that you are cute when you cling on to me like that.”
Always searched for a chance to have you cling on to him because Sigma loved the way you were cute and small like a small kitten begging for love.
2. Nikolai Gogol
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Nikolai would 100% love it when you cling or hug him.
Always wished that today you would give him some hugs after work. Man, he loved cuddling with you a lot so he would never slip this chance.
One time when you were exhausted after a work day, Nikolai was on the couch as you entered inside home.
Would definitely know you were home perfectly.
“Hi, my dear, little cutie Dove. How was your day today?”
“Not fine, of course. Doing too much work, being stressed with the boss's orders, and exhausted with the crowded street.”
Nikolai would let you mumble or curse everything which happened to you today, because he said that it would be alright if you told them out rather than keep it inside.
Then moved to the part hugging him. Because of being tired, you went hugging and clinging to him, begging for some attention.
“Aw, my Dove is getting clingy today.”
“You better let me do it, else I would never do it again.”
Felt satisfied when you cling to him, of course.
Wouldn't let the chance of you leaving him in any seconds. Nikolai would let you cling to him like a small Koala when he went around the house to get some water or a snack for you.
3. Saigiku Jouno
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Let's say that Jouno denies you hugging or clinging to him. 
Why? Because he needed to move around then get you some things you really needed when you were tired.
But when you insisted on hugging him, Jouno couldn't turn you down. He loved the way you let yourself cling on him when you were too tired.
Always told you that you needed him for charging, and often compared you to a device that needed to be charged.
“You look absolutely like a run out battery flashlight.”
“Yeah, and you are my own charger in my life.”
Interaction with people like Jouno was very precious. Because still he couldn't see anything, then a hug of you could be a way to express that you loved and needed him.
Always teased about your heartbeat when you hugged him.
“Your heartbeat is getting faster when you cling on me, is that right?”
“But I hug you from behind…”
“Blind people can be so sharp, you know.”
Would absolutely give you a kiss when you requested him over and over.
4. Fyodor Dostoevsky 
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Yeah, another person denied hugging and clinging like Jouno. Fyodor found it too annoying for calm people like him.
But still, he let you do it whenever you wanted.
Enjoyed a book while you tangled up on his body like a small exhausted kitten. 
Would give you a head pat because he thought you were a small lazy kitten that curled up on his lap.
“You and the kittens are the same.”
“Yeah, it's just because kittens often get tired like me.”
Sometimes suddenly sighed when you clinging to him, while he cooked dinner for you. Feeling your warmth behind him and then your slow breath made his heart flutter.
“The bed is in your bedroom, or the couch is in the living room. I’m not the place where you can relax, you know.”
“No, but still you are fluffier than them.”
“Fine, just do what you want.”
Would let you touch everything on his, including his hair, his hands, his chest, his back. Sometimes still this man would sigh but everything was alright, he loved how you leaned on him when you were tired.
Listened to all of your stories about work today, every complaint or else every compliment you got today.
Would give you a bath because you wanted him to do this for you, and he still obedient do that for his little kitten.
5. Sakunosuke Oda
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He looked absolutely like a mother carried his child.
Imagine that he was cooking dinner and you were behind his back giving lots of complaints about how bad your colleague and your company were.
“The boss considered me like his dog, I had to walk around the office serving his ass and other colleagues wanted me to do lots of  things for them.”
“Mm, they are bad, aren’t they?”
Couldn’t move around easily because you were stuck on him, sometimes when he moved to the refrigerator to pick up some ingredients for your favorite food, you just hugged him from behind and followed him. Oda considered you as a chick, for real.
“Do I look like a mother chicken?”
“Why?”
“Because I have a small chick that keeps following behind my back.”
He would give you a shower since you were too exhausted and you didn’t want to keep yourself up to go to the bathroom. Of course, Oda was bathing you like a small child.
“Close your eyes or the water will spit into it.”
“But I can’t see anything if I close my eyes.”
He also fed you by himself since when you were tired you definitely skipped dinner.
“I'm not a child, Odasaku.”
“This is my responsibility, though.”
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i-drop-level-one-loot · 6 months
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🎃 That's my darlin'..
Reward CW: Abduction, blackmail, dub-con, humiliation, oral (giving)
The basement was suddenly filled with light, illuminating first on the staircase from the opened door then blinding (Reader) when their kidnapper flipped on the light switch. They shuffled back into the furthest corner of their cage. The cage was wide enough to lay down in and tall enough to sit up on their knees.
"Good morning, darlin'!" Billy joyfully called out as he hit the bottom step. "Did you sleep well?" Nothing good ever came from trying to reason with the bastard, so (Reader) was nervous to play along. Black boots clomped against cement as he approached the cage.
"I'm.. I'm really hungry, Billy." (Reader) tried not to cry, knowing that by responding they were entering whatever sick game Billy had prepared for them. It was always something new, some disturbing way to humiliate them and break them down. They didn't want to, but the hunger pains were too extreme to ignore.
"Well, you know what you have to do to get what you want.."
"You want me to beg?!"
"Heavens no! I'm your future husband, not your God. I don't want you to beg.. but.." Billy smiled wide, revealing all his sharp, uneven teeth. "if you play real nice, I'll reward ya. What do you say?"
"Okay." Hoping Billy meant complimenting him or sweet talking him (Reader) agreed far too quickly, scooting over to the bars he stood at. "What do you want me to do?"
"Pretend like we're newlyweds." The bastard said matter-of-factly.
Blushing not with cute embarrassment, but shame, (Reader) smiled as sweetly as they could. They knew it was a trap, but they needed to eat. "We-Welcome home, baby! How w-was work?"
His shoulders relaxed, releasing tension as his sinister smile turned loving. "It was a rough one, but I'm glad to be home now! I missed you."
"I... missed you too."
The warm and tender look on his face darkened again, revealing the twist that (Reader) had been waiting for. Billy unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants to his knees, standing in only his boxers in front of (Reader), his hips level with their face. (Reader) flinched away, crying out "What are you doing?!"
"Ah ah ah, newlyweds, remember? Madly in love, still in our honeymoon phase, newlyweds. What does my little darlin' want to do, seeing the man they love like this?"
Tears stuck to (Reader's) lashes like dew drops on spider webs. "What do you want me to do?"
"Well.. you're already on your knees."
Sobbing silently, (Reader) reached through the bars, rubbing Billy's flaccid penis through his underwear. His body was pressed against the cage, giving (Reader) complete access to his body. They kissed him through the musty cloth, feeling his cock harden against their lips. Trembling fingers continued playing with Billy's member until he sighed
"You know, I'm starting to think you don't want it.."
"No!"
(Reader) hastily pulled down his boxers, eagerly kissing and licking the growing member. They sucked on his dick, feeling as it swelled to fill their mouth. Their hands continued frantically petting him, caressing his heavy testicles tenderly as they swirled their tongue across his slit.
Billy groaned in approval, encouraging (Reader) to continue. Hearing his heavy breathing and feeling his subtle bucking into their mouth warmed (Reader) down to their core. They kept telling themselves that they were only acting desperate for his dick because they wanted to be let out of their cage, but the uncomfortable feeling in their own under garments continued increasing as the hungrily devoured Billy's dripping precum.
"That's my darlin'.." Billy praised, making (Reader) whimper sweetly with their bruised lips still wrapped around his shaft. "Fuck, you're doing such a good job playing house.."
Grabbing their head through the bars, Billy pulled (Reader) off his dick with a wet pop, releasing his load onto their face, painting their flushed cheeks and tired eyes with his thick semen.
"What do you say?"
(Reader) smiled dopily, knowing that they did a good job. "Thank you, sweetheart!"
"Very good." Billy cooed, reaching down to his back pocket and pulling out (Reader's) reward: the key.
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thelov3lybookworm · 2 months
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Remember me? (Part 17)
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16
Summary: Under the Mountain, Y/n met the High Lord of the Night Court, Rhysand. She was scared of him, but soon she found out that he wasn't who he pretended to be. Despite her efforts at not falling in love with him, she fails. It's not that bad as he loves her back.
But now he's gone, and she's left alone with nothing.
Except for a very adorable reminder of him.
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Tw: secret pregnancy, none more that I can think of, so let me know if I need to add anything.
A/n: eh. i dont know. this was going to be longer, but then i decided to let it be. kinda filler i guess. not much happening.
enjoy!
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The gasps and looks Eris and Y/n's third dance had received would forever be embedded in her mind.
Y/n would have given herself a judging look if she could if she was being honest. She didn't know what she was thinking when she told him she wanted to continue dancing.
Almost an hour after their dance ended, she was still wondering and chastising herself.
People were still looking at her strangely, but that she could not care less about.
Was he asking me to marry him?
Y/n ignored the thought the moment she had it.
Despite her attempts to quell her questions, though, one question kept coming to the forefront of her mind.
Am I in love?
She did not know how to answer, so she either kept trying to stop thinking, or tried to think if she did love him.
Butterflies kept erupting in her stomach, and she desperately tried to stop them from taking flight by washing down several glasses of wine.
Not much help, if she said so herself. But still nonetheless effective in that it made her feel freer. And she felt like she could ignore the others better when she was busy trying to lick the dregs from the bottom of the cup or having a staring match with the few droplets that for some reason refused to leave the cup.
She was not drunk, not by any means. She was just trying to pretend that what happened earlier was planned. Or that it did not matter to her.
A gentle touch to her shoulder brought her out from her current staring match with those bastard droplets that for some reason hated her, and she turned her head around to see who had the audacity to disturb her.
Roland grinned at her, nodding his head towards the raised platforms at the end of the gigantic room where long tables stood with high backed chairs surrounding the length of it. Steam wafted up in tendrils from the food that had been set on them by the servants who now hurried to get out of the way of the haughty autumn court nobles.
There were two platforms, one for all the court nobles, and a higher one for the high lords who would dine together. Only the high lords and a chosen member of their court would sit on the table on the higher platform.
Since Y/n's arrival, two balls had been held. Eris usually chose his highest and most trusted advisor to sit with him in these things. Y/n usually sat at one of the chairs on the lower platforms.
She began to move towards her usual spot when she felt Roland stopping her again. She scowled at Eris's personal guard and oldest friend.
His grin only widened, completely unbothered by her glare, as if she was a harmless little female. She was just about to give him a piece of her mind and show him exactly what she could do when he glanced behind her, trying to contain his smile as he jerked his head to behind her.
She glanced towards where he had nodded to, and found Eris staring at her as he stood next to his chair at the head of the table, his hand on the chair on his right.
Her brows furrowed when she realised his advisor was nowhere nearby.
She glanced around, wondering if he was not attending, but to her surprise, she found him sitting on one of the table on the lower platform, muttering in low tones. By the looks of it, he was not very happy with the seat arrangements.
She turned to Eris questioningly.
He simply pulled out the chair to his right, one that was always reserved for the highest ranking official after the high lord himself.
Only after a moment did she realise that he was waiting for her to sit in it.
Her eyes widening, she looked behind her to Roland, something akin to panic festering under her skin.
He simply nudged her lightly with a hand to her back, and Y/n turned forward again, telling herself she would kill him the first chance she got.
She clutched at the soft, velvety fabric of her skirts as she walked forward, a hush falling over the room as everyone again stared at her as she passed the empty chairs, and then continued on until she stepped onto the higher platform.
At this point, everyone had definitely realised that the high lord had removed the advisor from his normal seat to have someone who was not even a member of the court sit next to him.
She stared at Eris the whole time, wondering what he was playing at.
He did not look away either, simply moving away for her to sit.
He pretended as if nothing happened, toasting to unity of the courts against all evil and things Y/n did not bother to listen to. It was only some courtly bullshit, she knew.
She knew she could not listen and focus even if she tried. She was too busy thinking about what he had done.
After a few moments, everyone dug into the dish. It was a small piece of spiced chicken placed in a crunchy and edible bowl like structure, drizzled with a slightly sweet and sour sauce.
The high lords chatted among themselves. The couple from winter court sat next to Y/n, the lord simply staring at his wife as she chatted with Morrigan, who sat next to her.
Directly across Y/n sat the high lord of day court, his boisterous laugh at something Eris said echoing slightly from the high walls and ceiling of the room. Y/n simply waited, chewing slowly as she contemplated how she would talk to Eris about it.
Eris gave his signature cruel lord smirk to Helion when he said something. Then Helion tuned away to say something to the High lord of dawn court, and Y/n took that as he chance to give Eris a piece of her mind.
She slowly ran her heeled toes against the nearest leg she could find, trying to see if it was Eris. She was sure it was Eris, she was just making sure.
Eris paused his chewing, his eyes moving from his half eaten plate to her. He rose a brow.
If Y/n didn't know better, she would have thought he began blushing too.
She then pulled back her leg, and after waiting a moment, she kicked him. He jerked and jumped in his seat, biting his lip. He tried to recover by pretending nothing happened and taking another bite of the chicken on his plate. After he was sure no one had seen him caught off guard, he glared at Y/n, betrayal swirling in his eyes.
Y/n smiled at him, wide and unrestrained, before she turned back to the last bite that was left on her plate, the sauce having smeared all over.
Eris said nothing as the servants scurried out from their places against the wall to clear up the tables and then bring everyone a bowl of soup. They were silent, their feet hurrying to get their work done and then go and stand in the shadows again, to not be a bother to the elites of the court who already had a problem with the lower faeries existence.
Y/n smiled and softly thanked the bark skinned fae that placed the soup bowl in front of her. The fae seemed shocked for a moment, before they ducked their head and hurried away.
After the people resumed their eating, Y/n turned to Eris, who glanced at her.
She leaned close to him, and he put his head next to hers to listen to her amid the chatter in the room.
"You might as well marry me right now. Or have you already planned to do it?"
A small smirk made its way onto his mouth, and Y/n chided herself for giving him the chance to tease her. "If that is what you want, I would declare my love for you and marry you, right here, right now, my dear."
Y/n's face heated, and she sat back, avoiding his eyes.
For the rest of the dinner and until all the high lords save for the spring high lord and the night court inner circle left, Y/n avoided him like the plague.
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