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kannymaei · 6 months

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Beyond All-Knowing (EWTG - Special Chapter 1) Jing Yuan x Reader

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Author's Note: This has been in my drafts for like idk 5(?) months or 6 months (Teya if you're reading this, pls dont read this bc this is def someone else's personality smh ASOINDJADKANDAK :crocodile: :pensive:) I'm just happy this is alrd posten I aint doing this again jk jk

Synopsis: When you and Jing Yuan were sent to a mission to attempt testing some experimental medicine to mara-struck soldiers but it seemed to have a different side effect.

Genre: SMUT (ITS NOT ME, I THINK ITS SOMEONE ELSE SMH)

WC: 3.4k

"S-s-so! Miss Y/N would you like to…" One of the physician's assistants was about to ask you something when Jing Yuan interrupted.

"Would she like to what?" Jing Yuan rested his back at the wall and caught your attention.

"Oh! Jing Yuan, you're here!" You happily replied, the assistant looked like he was upset because of the sudden appearance of the honored one.

"Y/N why won't you finish getting the herbs so I can finish my share of work." Jing Yuan sighed annoyingly and walked away.

A few hours later.

“Jing Yuan! I got the herbs you need, as ordered by Sifu… Although I found some weird new herbs growing too and I plucked them out.” You said opening the door to his bedroom-slash-laboratory like, carrying a basket full of herbs and other berries that can be eaten for snacks.

“I’m so frustrated about making herbal medicine, shouldn’t we just pass this responsibility to the physicians?” Jing Yuan rants as he faces the bane of his existence, making herbal tea.

“Well, you are, in fact, a candidate to be the successor of Sifu, you must be all-knowing Jing Yuan.” You sighed and explained to him.

“Let me just give you these herbs…” You added and quickly left the room since Jing Yuan doesn't like to be bothered that much especially when he's studying herbs and medicines.

After roughly 3 hours and a half, Jing Yuan has finally finished making 20 identical vials of very concentrated experimental cure against mara.

You and Jing Yuan were assigned to a mission where you'd fight against mara stuck soldiers and force them to drink the vial after being revived in battle. It was hard but Jing Liu knew that there's no pair in Xiaozhou Luofu that can execute this mission with no flaws, she knew her students better than anyone.

You and Jing Yuan took your leave and headed to cloudford.

"Don't you find it odd Jing Yuan, there's no soldiers around here." You said and sighed as your eyes wandered above and beneath every box in the area and not a single mara struck cloud knight was to be found.

"Yeah, it is weird. I wouldn't be even surprised if we were to be ambushed right now by the enemy." He said and laughed as if the two of you would get defeated by a rookie assassin.

"Say, Jing Yuan, I'm quite curious if you're fancying someone… Perhaps I want to know what kind of ladies you are into. I think it's a privilege to know the future general, the successor of Jing Liu, what's their type, hehe." You said and laughed as you jumped box after box, playing around the area and stopped after you spotted something.

Jing Yuan was quick to follow you and sneaked behind you.

"I'm more curious what made you ask that question suddenly… Hmmm, let's see. I would probably love someone that's a carbon copy or someone who shares the same discipline and characteristics of Sifu." He held his chin with his hand and then wrapped them around your waist and pulled you closer and whispered something to your ear.

"You see, that's the enemy." Jing Yuan pointed out a mara struck soldier sitting in the middle, it appears to have an abnormal behavior compared to other cursed soldiers.

You and Jing Yuan disappeared in a second to ambush the cursed soldiers quickly to force their revival and attempt to use the vials Jing Yuan had created earlier.

Except everything that can go wrong, will go wrong.

You and Jing Yuan were completely unaware that the cursed soldiers' abilities had mutated, therefore they wouldn't act the same as the others.

Instead of being revived, the mara struck soldier has self-destructed in front of you and Jing Yuan and a flash of light has appeared between your eyes.

Little did you know that, that flash of light was just to blind you temporarily and is something that you should not worry about.

"Jing Yuan!" You shouted.

"Y/N, there's a chance that we may have been inflicted with the curse-" Jing Yuan didn't hesitate to drink one vial of the experimental cure that he made because he knew that it's better to be safe than sorry. At that moment, he was quite confident about his knowledge on herbs but he was wrong in one thing.

As a matter of fact, Jing Yuan did not create a cure at all. It was something different.

You were too slow to stop him from doing so and before you could dash towards him, he had swallowed the entire vial already.

"Don't worry about me Y/N, let's just… stay here for a moment." He said and sat on a nearby corner, you thought that he sounded like he was tired and assumed that it was probably because of the flash of light that appeared.

"Then I should also take this vial-" You said but Jing Yuan stopped you from doing so.

"No, if anything goes wrong with me because of the medicine. You would be the one to carry me back in the city and therefore a proper diagnosis can be made.

Jing Yuan's body temperature began to rise a little and he has sweat profusely. As a response, you took one of your clothing that covers your front and used it to wipe Jing Yuan's sweat which made him have a good view of the cleavage of your lovely soft breasts.

Jing Yuan has realized that he may have created an aphrodisiac instead of the cure earlier. He was too vulnerable to speak right now because of his blood rushing somewhere else in the bottom of his body because of the beautiful sight that he is currently blessed with right now.

"Is the vial not working?! D-damn, Maybe you need more. I'll get them for you Jing Yuan." You attempted to find the vials but his manly arms had captivated your entire body, preventing you from finding the vials.

Due to Jing Yuan's weakened state, you managed to break free and grabbed as many vials as you could gather. You thought that if he doesn't want to drink more of it, he might be still under the control of the curse.

So you opened 9 vials and poured them in your mouth and kissed Jing Yuan to force him to swallow the vial.

You wrapped your tongue around his as you were exploring every bit of his mouth when you felt his arms wrapped around your body with one hand traveling its way slowly to your head, pulling you closer to him.

The two of you shared a passionate kiss together with saliva mixed with the vials stringing out from both of your mouths.

Your cheek heated up after the kiss, somehow you still have no idea what the vial contains and felt aroused.

Jing Yuan gently cupped your left breast and you let out a gasp and moaned a little because of his actions. He squished it a little and tried to feel your hardened nipple.

You kissed him again and said in a very seductive tone.

"Let's do this somewhere private like your bedroom or your office~"

"Does my office sound good to you, hm? Darling?"

You nodded and kissed him again and he carried you in a bridal way back to the city.

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"What happened to Y/N? Is she injured?" The physicians asked when Jing Yuan walked towards his office.

"She's not, just tired. I'll take good care of her." Jing Yuan said as he held you tightly and pulled you closer to him. You realized how huge of a man Jing Yuan is and you're about to be dominated by him.

He enters his office with you and locks the door as he places you in his bed. Jing Yuan started to remove his clothes leaving his pants, making him half naked. You blushed, admiring seeing his toned body and you knew that you are also the only person seeing Jing Yuan like this. You imagined your hands going on his six-pack abs while kissing him.

"Like what you see?" He joked about it.

"No, I love it." You smirked and replied.

He joins you in bed and kisses you.

"Should we continue where we left off?" He said in a seductive manner and you just turned yourself on top of him and pushed him down in bed to just kiss him.

His hands traveled on your thighs, grasping it and pulled your tight skirt up, exposing your soaking wet panties.

You got up from your kiss and were about to remove your clothes but Jing Yuan stopped you from doing so.

"Allow me to strip you naked, love~" He said in a very deep tone, it felt like he was begging you to make him see every inch of your skin.

He got up and trailed his hands from your breasts to your waist, down to your ass.

He kissed your cleavage hardly enough to leave a hickey in the middle and smelled your body. He kept on kissing your breasts as he began to unbutton your clothes.

Jing Yuan was a few moments away from seeing your lovely soft breasts, his tongue has been aching to lick and play with your hard nipples.

He looked at you for a moment before pulling away the cloth covering your precious pearls and he was stunned and astonished by how delicate your breasts are.

He kissed both of your nipples and played with it. You sat on his hardened crotch and began to grind against it.

Jing Yuan whimpered from your sudden movement.

"Hngh~ I want to be inside of you-!" He said in your ear.

You grabbed one of the vials again, the faintly sweet aphrodisiac that brought the two of you into this and poured it down your breasts to lure Jing Yuan.

He was shocked and immediately grabbed your boob and sucked and licked on every drop of the vial that has been boosting up his sex drive while you continued to grind your soaking pussy against his hard bulge.

Jing Yuan grabbed the tiny piece of clothing that's covering the last of the remains of your dignity and broke it leaving you completely naked against him.

He pulled his pants down and whispered "You ready love? This might hurt a little~" He smiled and kissed you.

You nodded because you haven't had a glimpse of how huge his penis is until you did.

"W-wait!" You said but you felt a sharp pain as his thick cock slowly made its way inside you.

"F-fuck, you're so tight love-" Jing Yuan, whimpered as he tried not to move a lot in order not to hurt you.

"The thought of S-sifu might actually knock on your door right and o-or even little Yangqing coming over, asking if you could p-play with him- The thought of us getting caught in a position like this makes me so h-horny!" You said and moved up and down to adjust yourself but it still hurts a little.

"You're so beautiful, love" Jing Yuan placed his head on your neck and began to kiss and bite it while he had one of his hands on your back and the other one was playing with your boob.

"Should I unlock the door?" Jing Yuan jokingly reached out on the door of his bedroom but you struggled to reach for his arm and attempted to stop him from doing so and you felt like his penis as thrusted inside-out of you within those seconds except it no longer hurts.

You wanted to confirm that something felt really good and you bounced once again and felt the tip of his penis hit your upper walls that helps stimulate your clit.

You rode his penis slowly and created small moans.

"I love to hear you create louder sounds like that, princess." Jing Yuan said and began to fuck you.

"Oh gosh~ Jing Yuan, you're so good~ You're hitting a spot, you're making me feel good-! Gosh! You're going to make me cum!" You said as he held on your thighs tightly and fucked you good, he admired your round breasts bouncing up and down.

He carried you with his cock inside and went outside his bedroom.

"Where are you taking me?" You asked but he said nothing. He began to wall you on his office door and pound you hard leaving these sounds across the walls of the room.

"Y-you're going to create suspicions with the workers!" You said.

"Exactly, moan my name loud or I'll stop fucking you" He ordered and you just began to moan his name out loud.

"Jing Yuan! You're so good! It's so hard, big, and strong~ Do it harder!" You moaned out loudly and he kept on pounding you harder, enough to make the walls shake.

On the other side of the wall, Yukong was the first to notice what on heaven's sake was happening in Jing Yuan's office. The other workers had taken notice of it but they just blushed and remained quiet because they have high respect for you and Jing Yuan and should never speak anything bad towards the two of you.

"Knowing Jing Yuan, I think he wants to show off his ownership against the people fancying Miss Y/N. I'm pretty sure you're well aware that Miss Y/N is a very beautiful lady and being under Jing Liu just makes her one of the most respected women in this place." Yukong stated to some of her workers.

"Kindly avoid passing through the hallways of Jing Yuan's office or get your salary deducted" She added and the workers nodded.

Some of the workers that had a crush on you were even jealous and were very curious to see your womanly face in bed.

But they can't do anything even courting you because as they speak, you are being marked as a part of Jing Yuan's territory that no man has the courage to step foot on.

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"God darling! You're so good! Can I plant my seed for you?" Jing Yuan asked as he attempted to catch his breath because he's been pounding you non-stop and a knot is beginning to form in his lower abdomen.

"Yes! Give it all to me! Plant your seed for me!" You moaned out and kissed him.

"I'm going to give you my children Y/N! I want you to stop training under Sifu and be my wife. I'll swear to protect my wife until the end of time and carry my duties as a husband whilst being the general." He said and began whimpering.

"So the woman that you've been fancying for so long~ was me?" You said and he just kissed you hard with his tongue exploring every bit of your mouth.

"Y-yeah!" He continued to whimper while thrusting his cock inside and outside.

"Y-you almost slipped away from my fingers! The assistant of the physician was about to ask you out- I've been wanting you for so long but I never had the courage to do so!" Jing Yuan added as he hardly pushes his big and long cock, destroying you, stirring up your insides.

"I'm going to make you mine" Were the last words that he said before finishing inside of you.

Jing Yuan doesn't pull out as he wraps his arms around you and spoons you in bed in front of him. You could still feel his pulsating member throbbing inside of you while he brushes your hair and you curl up in front of his toned chest getting ahold of his manly smell.

"It's gonna be so embarrassing when I come out of your office later" You said and buried your face more onto him, cheeks heating up.

"Who said you'll come out here? You're not going to come out of here until my cock calms down. Let's just… take a rest for now." He said hugging you to sleep.

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"Jing Yuan, you aren't slacking off with my task aren't you?" A familiar voice was heard behind the doors.

Jing Yuan's eyes immediately opened and he stood up naked, trying to find a robe he could cover himself with temporarily.

It's Jing Liu, he could never mistake her voice.

"Hey-" Jing Yuan opened the door a little but Jing Liu grabbed the handle and opened the door widely.

"You're… quite different." She said,

"I was really tired yesterday and the task you gave me took everything outside of myself" Jing Yuan firmly stated as his words hold double meanings.

"Go prepare yourself… I'll get Y/N in her room" Jing Liu took a deep breath and began walking away when Jing Yuan grabbed her arm.

"I… I'll get Y/N, err… we were having bets yesterday and had a little fun with the task you gave me." Jing Yuan lied which Jing Liu obviously knew and decided to play it off and have it his way.

"Whatever." She says.

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"Y-Y/N! S-sifu's waiting for us-" Jing Yuan frantically tapped your cheeks in an attempt to wake you up. Your body was wrapped in his blankets due to the mess you made last night.

Your drowsy eyelids open a little and you see the majestic form of Jing Yuan on top of you.

"Jing Yuan, I'm too sore to even stand up- Gosh, you're so handsome" You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him.

"Y-Y/N, now's not the time for this-" Jing Yuan pulled away as the blanket began to unravel.

"You had it your way last night!" You said and pinned Jing Yuan in bed.

Jing Yuan looked away as you began to remove the blanket leaving you completely naked and used it to tie his hands at his back.

"Look at me, I only want you to look at me" You said as if you were a witch manipulating him, he immediately obliged and looked at your heavenly body.

As if a few moments ago he was panicking within the presence of Jing Liu, he was immediately focused on you.

You positioned yourself on his pulsating member and caressed his chest slowly with your soft fingers.

"Y-Y/N, l-let me touch you" Jing Yuan begged as his hands were struggling to be free.

"I guess you need to ask for it" You said as you slid your glistening folds up and down on his cock, enjoying the whimpers that Jing Yuan was creating.

"Y-Y/N, please let me be inside of you! Slide it gently and slowly-" Jing Yuan said followed by a loud moan when you inserted his member inside of you faster and roughly.

You gasped.

"That feels good~" You said in his ears before kissing his neck as you indulge in his hard member.

Jing Yuan takes this opportunity to attempt unraveling the knot that you made on him, making sure that you won't notice a bit.

You stared at the ceiling with your mouth open wide and tongue out near Jing Yuan's mouth, your breath has become short and it becomes faster as each thrust goes by.

He felt so special that you consented into offering yourself to him.

And at last, he finally untied himself.

Jing Yuan stared at you enjoying yourself on top of him, he loved how your hands were traveling and your fingers tracing his body.

"I'm about to cum-" You said as you bounced your hips a little faster until you felt your hands on your back.

"You're having the fun all by yourself" He smirked and grabbed your waist and fucked you rough and faster on that moment.

You uncontrollably moaned as you felt like your cum was induced and wanted to feel it again to make sure that you weren't rushed into doing it.

"Cream me" You whispered to his ear.

"I know." He replied back and hugged him tightly, nails burying at his back as he continues to fuck you rough in bed and make sure that you're filled of his cum until you're full and leaking.

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"Where are your students?" Yukong asked Jing Liu.

"I supposed they're training somewhere together, they do not wish for me to be involved" Jing Liu sighs as she knew exactly what the two of you were doing.

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A month after, Jing Yuan immediately asked for your hand in marriage which you happily agreed to. He couldn't wait any longer to make you his wife.

He wanted to make sure that everyone sees you as his wife and you get the treatment you deserve.

Then one day you don't know how to break the news to your husband that there's going to be a new family member that's currently residing in your womb <3

#SCREAMING INTO THE VOID #honkai star rail #hsr #hsr fic #hsr fanfic #jing yuan #jing yuan x reader smut #jing liu #yangqing #jingyuan x you #jing yuan x you #jing yuan x y/n #smut #hsr smut #send help #fanfiction #yukong #xianzhou luofu

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rottenpumpkin13 · 11 months

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Out of Context Shit Heard on the SOLDIER floor #3

Zack: Look at Sephiroth. No shirt. No mental stability. Just vibes

Roche: 10 gil says Sephiroth's hair is a wig

Sephiroth: I fell asleep in the elevator and not one person woke me up

Genesis: I shouldn't be giving mental health advice, I should be in a psyche ward

Angeal: Mhm mhm, great. Now was this before or after you decided to commit a felony??

Kunsel: Hmmm is that the sweet aroma of illegal activity i smell???

Zack: ALRIGHT, WHO WANTS TO CONTRIBUTE TO MY 'BUY SEPHIROTH A SHIRT' FUND???

Genesis: I'm loving the homoerotic vibe on the floor today fellas

Sephiroth: may I please have a donut *receives a donut from Angeal* thank you

Kunsel: You guys are concocting a plan on how to dismantle capitalism??? Without me????

Angeal: Sephiroth, why do you have a fake mustache?

Zack: *with an apple juice box* WHO'S READY TO GET DRUNK???

Angeal: Do you want to know what I think? No? Well I'm going to tell you what I think

Luxiere: Friends who kidnap Commander Rhapsodos and glue his mouth shut together stay together <3

Roche: No, Zack, melting your ice cream in the microwave and drinking it like soup isn't normal. Go see a therapist

Angeal to Genesis: Every time I find a gray hair on me I'm shaving a part of your head

Lazard: There's a packet of dubious white powder in Sephiroth's office and—oh, it's sugar?? Well that makes more sense

Sebastian to Essai: No homo bro but if I had boobs you'd be the first to squeeze them :)

Kunsel: OK, show of hands, who here would die for Zack Fair?

Luxiere: You don't KNOW YOUR ABCs???

Sephiroth: Ooh hiss hiss I'm a snake

Genesis: Infinito en misterio, es el don de la diosa—*cough cough*—sorry I think I glitched for a second there

Cloud: I would greatly benefit from being knocked out right now

Roche: Not to feed your delusions, but you look stunning today

Lazard: WHO CHANGED MY NAMEPLATE TO DIRECTOR LIZARD??

Cloud: I'm not even a SOLDIER and I can ascertain that half of you have never felt the touch of a woman

Lazard to the trio + Zack: Ah, yes if it isn't the four horsemen of the apocalypse

Cloud to Genesis: you are the patron saint of BEING A WHORE

Angeal: 🎵 How many explosives can I fit in this houseplant?

Roche to Kunsel: I WANT TO BELIEVE YOU'RE A PISCES BUT YOURE ACTING LIKE A SCORPIO

Lazard: No twerking in the break room, Zack

Kunsel: My name is Kunsel and I believe in extortion and federal crimes

Genesis: yes thank you, CAPTAIN OBVIOUS, I KNOW THE FLOOR IS WET *proceeds to slip on the wet floor*

Sephiroth: Oh I'm sorry am I interrupting your mental breakdown?

Angeal: WHY IS THERE 12 POUNDS OF TURKEY BACON IN THE FRIDGE??

Cloud: well at least now we know what happened to the giant Sephiroth cardboard cutout in the training room

Genesis: And then I said to him: no, Sephiroth, I didn't steal your summon materia and I was totally lying

Cloud: You can't stand me?? Well sit down and endure me, bitch

#ffvii #ff7 #final fantasy #final fantasy 7 #ff7r #sephiroth #genesis rhapsodos #angeal hewley #zack fair #cloud strife #crisis core #incorrect quotes

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thot-of-khonshu · 2 years

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Meet cute with Agent Whiskey? ☺️😇

Okay, so at first I didn’t think Agent Whiskey was my thing, knowing sooo many dudes from the south with his cocky attitude (but without his good looks) but god damn like every other P character he got to me. So here I present it…and I’m sorry that of course it got slutty.

Content: meet cute, airplane rides, fingering, dirty talk, jack daniels being the menace that he is

Rating: Explicit 18+

You could not believe your luck. 90% of the time you were on the flight from hell whether it be delayed, stuck in a sweltering cabin waiting for takeoff or sandwiched between new parents and a screaming baby.

On this flight you managed to have your seat upgraded from coach to first fucking class! Hello, champagne. Hello, extended seating. Hello luxury.

You were technically on the aisle seat but you figured why not test your luck again? If the person who was actually sitting there caught you in the window seat, you could feign confusion.

Like clockwork, a broad man in a white shirt, leather jacket and cowboy hat sat next to you. He didn’t have any carry on luggage except for the hat, his tinted glasses and an exceptionally bushy mustache. You looked towards him, ready to apologize but all he did was give you a wink.

“Quite a view, ain’t it?” He finally said after the plane had taken off. He had a deep voice with a slow southern drawl that took you out of your trance, watching the clouds go by.

“Yeah, there’s nothing like it.” You politely smiled back at him.

“I remember my first flight, too. I couldn’t stop staring at them clouds and trying to fix up stories about the shapes.”

“This isn’t my first flight.” You said curtly to him.

“Well, if it isn’t, then why’d you take my seat?” He grinned, giving you a side smirk exposing a dimple. You weren’t in a laughing mood.

“I’m only teasing, sugar. I’ll tell you what, you can keep the seat as long as I get to know your name.”

“I don’t talk to strangers.” You shortly replied.

He leaned over to you, tipping his sunglasses and exposing his dark brown eyes. He gave you a side smirk that made your insides more excited than you wanted to admit and he extended his hand.

“The name’s Jack Daniels, sweetheart.” He looks at your hand expectantly. After a few moments you decide to give in. What the hell, right? You introduce yourself. You shake his large, calloused hand and observe how tiny yours is in his, you see him looking down as if he sees the exact same thing.

“Well, we aren’t strangers anymore, are we? Can I buy you a drink, little girl?"

Who were you to say no to a free drink?

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After a couple of hours and a couple of drinks in the air, the conversation was fun and definitely flirty. You put your hand on his shoulder whenever he joked he was too old to be talking to you. You'd make a sly remark, and he'd squeeze his hand on your knee, after the third time he ignored all subtlety and stopped moving it all together.

His broad hand engulfed your knee as he grazed his fingers up and down your leg. Somehow in the discomfort of an airplane cabin you kept your legs crossed to form some sort of decency, but to also ignore the pool of want that was forming whenever he slipped his hands higher and higher.

At some point you'd decided you were cold and ordered a blanket. You covered yourself up as Jack grabbed some to share.

"If you want your own, it's $20 bucks. I don't share with strangers." You joked, leaning into him with your wine stained breath.

"I thought we weren't strangers anymore, sweet girl." Jack's side dimple exposed itself. You looked into his eyes, sunglasses off and the liquor you could smell and almost taste in your mouth.

"Hmmm, you don't know. I could be someone who cons old men into buying her drinks on every flight she takes. And just like every other sucker, you took the bait." You whispered.

"Darlin', I'm no sucker. I could tease and please better than you can imagine."

You chuckle at his forwardness. This man had some nerve, and it was somehow working. "Prove it."

He moves towards your ear and whispers in a deep, raspy voice. "Open your legs for me, sweetheart."

As if they had a mind of their own, your legs parted, Jack's fingers squeezing at your leg.

He moved his hand higher and higher until it met the cotton of your underwear. You briefly looked around to see if anyone was paying attention, but there were conversations, naps and movies being watched. Your world only revolved around you and Jack at that moment and with his molten stare, he knew it.

"If we're strangers...Have you ever been finger fucked on an airplane by a stranger, sweet girl?" Jack whispered into your ear. You felt yourself squirm and open yourself up for him.

He pushed your underwear to the side, no doubt already feeling your wetness for him. He moved up and down your folds, stopping at your clit to add a light pressure. You leaned into him to moan into his ear.

"I'm gonna take that as a no. But I tell you what, if this stranger makes you cum? You have to give me your number and let me see you again, wherever the hell it is we're landing."

"I don't have to give you anything." You retort, trying hard not to rock your hips into his pressure.

"That's right, I reckon you don't." Jack nodded. He slid his thick fingers down towards your opening, sliding in with such ease due to how achingly wet you were for him. "But I think once I'm done with you, you're gonna be begging to see me again. I'm already thinking about the next time when I'll get to taste this sweet pussy. Wouldn't you like that?"

You felt so much pressure from his fingers, shallowly entering you. The fight to ride his fingers was a losing game. You knew by the end of the flight, you'd be moaning into his ear, leaking juices all over his fingers spread inside of you and putting your number into his phone so you could do it all again.

#agent jack whiskey daniels #jack daniels #agent whiskey #agent jack daniels #pedro pascal #pedro pascal smut #jack daniels smut #agent whiskey smut #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal x y/n

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itto-l0ver · 1 month

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Little doggie Borrower

Yae Publishing House made a recent article about a tiny Borrower with similar appearance to the infamous Ms. Hina. Itto makes it his soul purpose to witness this tiny person for himself.

“Itto… it’s so early in the morning! Where are you even planning on heading off now?” Granny Oni grumbles at Itto in concern as he stuffs a small satchel with supplies.

“Did you see what Yae Publishing House published today!? Here! Look, look!!” Itto picks a paper up and shuffles over to Granny Oni, showing her the contents of the paper. “Look what it says! Borrower with a similar appearance to Ms. Hina on Yashiori Island!!” Itto is practically squealing as he lets his imagination take over. “Just imagine! A pocket size Ms. Hina… oooh man!! I gotta see this myself, Granny!” Itto bites his lip in a huge grin as Granny Oni observes the page.

“Itto, do you even know if this is real..? In all my years of living I’ve never seen ‘tiny person’ well.. Borrower before; they're only fairy tales.” Granny Oni sighs seeing the glimmer of light in Ittos crimson eyes, not showing any signs of giving up on this journey. “They gotta be real if Yae Publishing House covered it! They'd never lie! Don’t worry Granny I’ll be fine, promise!” Itto walks back over to his satchel, stuffing the paper inside and swinging it over his shoulder.

He could barely contain his excitement as he stared off in the direction of where his travels headed. Not wasting any more time he pranced over to Granny Oni, hugging her tightly, and kissing her cheek. "I'm off now Granny! I'll be careful, I pinky promise!!" Itto yells running off on his way to get a glimpse of this tiny person.

With a spring in his step, filled with determination in his eyes, Itto makes his way to where the location of the sighting is. A small area near Fort Fujitou…

It was a late morning in the outskirts of Fort Fujitou, still damp outside from the recent occurring thunderstorms that night. A single bead of water glides down a large leaf overhead of a hallow tree stump, the water gets to the tip of the leaf and falls down right on top of a little sleeping figure, startling him awake.

“Wah!? Awh..” *Gorou grumbles as he sits up in his makeshift bed of leaves and grass. He shakes the remaining water that dropped on him out his hair, his ear twitches a couple times as he rubs the sleep out of his eyes. “Mmh.. is it still morning?” *Gorou asks himself as he gets out of bed, smoothing his fluffed up tail down with his hands.

Gorou makes sure all his trinkets he's collected are in the right place and hasn't been affected by the rain… “Hm.. if the storms get worse I'm gonna have to move again before I get swept away.” Gorou shivers at the thought, rain is one of the biggest dangers for a Borrower…

Shaking those thoughts away, Gorou made his way outside his little hideout, into the sunlight outside. Letting his fur warm up in the sun, Gorou closed his eyes with a small sigh when he suddenly felt the coolness of shade. Was the sun covered by clouds? Gorou wonders as he opens his eyes, expecting to see the sight of the sun shrouded by thick clouds… but he's met with the sight of two red eyes staring down at him. Gorou’s blood instantly ran cold and his tail puffed up in seconds. A..a human!? No… how did I not notice- Wh- what do they want!? Oh god please don't hurt me… Gorou trembled under the gaze of this ‘human’, unable to move an inch from pure fear.

“Oh… my… GOD!!!” Itto exclaimed as he stared down at the tiny person before him, Itto's eyes sparkled like thousands of stars in a night sky. “I knew Yae Publishing House wouldn't lie!! Ohhhh.. you look so much like Ms. Hina!” Itto got down on his hands and knees to get a closer look at the petrified tiny.

M..Ms. Hina..!? Who is that!? Why is this person staring at me like that!? Gorou had so many alarms ringing off in his head, telling him to run away as fast as he can… but he still can't move an inch.

“Hmmm? What's wrong, little guy? Do you speak?” Itto tilted his head to the side as he observed the tiny before him. Is he scared of me? But why would he be? I'm harmless!! Is it my horns..? Itto frowned a bit as the tiny still hasn't said anything. “Ey.. are you scared of me?!” Itto asked in a confused tone as his eyebrow lifted up a bit.

Gorou blinked multiple times in disbelief. H..how could I not be scared of a giant man staring at me like I'm some type of treasure!? Why would he even ask that! …Wait.. he probably thinks… he's not terrifying at all!! Gorou got a cold sweat as his mind raced with thoughts, the one thought of this man not knowing how much of a danger he is to little Gorou sends enough adrenaline through Gorou’s body for him to turn on his heel and start running away as fast as his tiny legs could… He should've known running wouldn't change anything.

Itto's huge hand suddenly came down in front of Gorou like a giant unmovable wall, making Gorou shriek as his tail shot straight up in the air. “Now, now! Don't move now little guy!” Itto's fingers start to close around Gorou, making Gorou panic and scramble away from Itto's huge hand. “Ahh- hey! Don't move away! Lemme pick you up!” Itto whines as he moves his hand towards Gorou.

“Wahh!! No! Leave me alone!!” Gorou cried out as he continued to back away from the huge approaching hand, his heart feeling like it's gonna burst out his chest.

“Ooh! You can talk! Your voice sounds cute!!” Itto bites his lip as he can barely contain his excitement. He lunges towards Gorou with outstretched hands, not wanting him to get away.

Gorou yelps seeing the giant man's hands coming towards him again. Gorou manages to leap out the way just before Itto's hand came swooping down in the spot he was just standing.

“A-!? Hey!! Stop avoiding me!” Itto is getting impatient and antsy since he's failing at capturing such a tiny being. Gorou obviously doesn't listen to anything Itto is saying. Spinning on his heel, Gorou finally gets back the ability to run again and he takes off running away from Itto.

I can't stop! I can't stop!! I gotta keep running, I won't let that giant catch me!! Gorou pants heavily as he runs away like his life depends on it. Glancing over his shoulder, Gorou nearly leaps a foot in the air as he sees the man start chasing after him. “Oh no! Oh god!!” Gorou panics knowing one step from the man is at least 10 for him.. so he'll end up being caught in no time!!

“Ey!! Come back tiny bro!! I promise I'm not gonna eat ya!!” Itto pleads as he runs after Gorou, gaining on him in the matter of seconds.

Gorou's eyes frantically look around for any way to get out of this nightmare of a situation, distracted by his own rampid thoughts Gorou runs into a pebble on the ground which makes him stumble back to a halt. “Ah! Ow-” Gorou whined out, his tail sticking straight up as he felt the massive tremors in the ground getting stronger from Itto almost getting to him. In one last attempt to save himself, with all his little strength he picked up the pebble (which is really like a large rock to him), and pathetically throws it towards Itto. The pebble lands at Ittos feet, Itto comes to a stop as he stares down at the little pebble trying to figure out what it is. Is that.. a… A BEAN!?

“AHHHH!! A BEAN!!!” Itto screams as he scrambles back, tripping on his own feet and landing on his rear with a loud thud that shook the earth for Gorou. Itto curls up and rocks back and forth like a terrified child, whimpering to himself.

Gorou stands there completely dumbfounded. His mouth slightly opens in shock as he stares up at the giant man terrified of… a pebble.. let alone a pebble that looks like a bean. “U..um… it's just a.. pebble.” Gorou says awkwardly.

Itto abruptly stops whimpering and peeks from behind his hands down at the pebble on the ground. It was indeed, just a pebble.

“Coughs.. U-uhm.. O-of course I knew that!! I.. I uh- was just acting! Haha!!” Itto laughs awkwardly trying to cover the fact that he was whimpering like a baby from just a small little pebble.

Gorou stares up at Itto, utterly perplexed. Unable to hold back Gorou stifles a small laugh before clamping his hand over his mouth, glancing up at Itto to see his face turning red from embarrassment.

“Are.. are you laughing at me!?” Itto stammers, his cheeks flushed. “D-.. uh- don't laugh at me!! That's mean!” Whined Itto as he covered his face with his hands, trying to keep some dignity by not turning into a tomato in front of the Borrower.

Watching Itto's reactions Gorou couldn't help but to laugh a bit harder this time, Itto jumps in embarrassment as he peeks through his hands down at Gorou. Puffing up his cheeks Itto lets out a frustrated grumble before lunging forward and clasping his huge hands around Gorou, trapping the Borrower within his hands. In those few seconds all Gorou experienced was Itto's giants hands coming down on him and the mini earthquake Ittos movements made.

Ittos embarrassment vanishes as a cheeky grin spreads across his face as he hears Gorou’s tiny yelp within his hands. “Ha! Not laughing now are ya tiny bro!?” Itto yells triumphantly as he rises up to his knees, keeping his hands tightly enclosed around Gorou.

Not even a split second later Ittos expression quickly changes to surprise and then regret as he hears the tiny whimpers coming from within his hand. “Oh shoot.. ah- may of messed up.. here.” Itto stammers with a guilty voice. How could he be so rowdy with someone so small!? He's more gentler with the kids he steals candy from than what he's doing now.

Itto slowly opens his hands, cupping Gorou between them as he peers down at Gorou. Itto winces as he sees Gorous little body trembling like a leaf, his brown tail curled into his body and his ears pressed against his head as he has his eyes shut. Itto bites his lip, frantically looking around for anything to fix this. “Ahh, I'm sorry little bro- h- um.. hold on, just- don't cry, please!” Itto stares down at Gorou apologetically.

“Hm.. maybe shade will help?” Itto glances around and sees a nearby tree, he walks over to a common Sunsettia tree, he sits down on a stump beside it. He feels like such an idiot for scaring the tiniest person he's ever met in the short time he discovered Gorou. “Uh.. hm…” Itto glances up and sees a Sunsettia within his reach. Food! That fixes everything! ..Right? Itto gets a glimmer in his eye as he thinks he found a way to be forgiven by the Borrower.

Itto reaches up with his freehand, grasping the Sunsettia and plucks the fruit from the tree. With an uneasy look on his face, Itto slowly lowers the fruit towards Gorou in an attempt to offer it to him. Gorou yelps, feeling the smooth skin of the fruit brush against his tiny arms and causes him to look up to be met with the slight of the Sunsettia. Gorous eyes slightly widen, a perfect Sunsettia is rare for little people since only the overripe ones are accessible after they've fallen from the tree.

Gorou cautiously looks up at Itto, Itto looks so stressed and nervous like Gorous decision is the most important in the world. Timidly glancing back and forth between Itto and the fruit before him, Gorou slowly leans in and takes a tiny bite of the Sunsettia. Gorou’s eyes instantly light up, his stiff tail slowly starting to wag as a clear sign of enjoyment which makes Ittos eyes glimmer with relief.

Gorou takes a couple more bites of the Sunsettia before letting out a hum of enjoyment and wagging his tail happily. Ittos eyes sparkle as he mentally freaks out about the adorable behavior of the tiny. After a few moments of silence and Gorou enjoying the fruit, Itto speaks up. “So.. are we good?” Itto makes a small guilty grin as his expression looks hopeful and stressed out at the same time.

Gorous ears tuck against his head as he glances up at Itto, this giant oaf still poses danger to him so he's unsure if he feels the slightest bit safe around Itto. Gorou looks back down at the Sunsettia before giving a little shrug before speaking. “I.. guess so.. maybe?” Gorou slightly looks up at Itto to see his reaction.

Itto grins brightly before pumping his fist in the air. “Yesss! I got mini Ms. Hinas trust!!” Itto whispers triumphantly as Gorou stares up at him in pure confusion… Who in the world is Ms. Hina..!?

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#gt fluff #g/t #genshin impact g/t #arataki itto #genshin gorou #Tiny gorou #cute #itto is a menace #ittorou

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The Real Thing

This is just a sequel for Wet Dreams 😈 do with that info as you see fit lol. I’m not spoiling.

I do not give anyone permission to repost or copy my work!!

Warnings 18+: Smut , Cursing , Sloppy Kissing , Oral Sex (Male Receiving) , Cheating (Affair) , CowGirl , Doggy Style , CumShot in the mouth (AND SHE SWALLOWS)

Description: What would you do if you had the opportunity to make your dreams a reality?

Pairings: Walter Marshall x Amarilla(Black!Plus Size Female)

Word Count: 4.3K

Song: Break Of Dawn by Michael Jackson

Ever since that meeting with Amarilla, Walter had been trying to keep himself busy. Whenever the time would tick on by with nothing to busy it, he found himself thinking about her.

Wondering how she was doing was one of his thoughts but it was probably the most innocent thought he had about her.

He would lay in his bed, or his couch (which ever one he had energy to make it to) and just ponder what she looked like beneath that yellow body con dress she wore. It was skin tight; complimenting her curves, dimples and dips. Not to mention, the color on her flesh caused oxytocin to cloud his brain. So he would just bite the bullet, and stroke his aching member; pretending it was her hands instead.

‘This is so bad… Matt’s gonna kill me.’ He’d say to himself but based on his career choice, it was evident that he liked to live dangerously. Just the simple thought of her being had by another man drove him nuts! But it made him want her even more. He wanted something he couldn’t have…

Or so he thought.

It was a rainy night; Walter was sitting on the couch looking at some photos that were scattered across the table top. He then heard a frantic knocking at the door.

‘Hmmm.’ He hummed as he stood up and walked towards the door. Peaking through the peep hole, the individual had their back turned and was covered and protected by a big puffy jacket. Safe from that dreadful rain. ‘Who is it?’ He called out.

The person turned around and pushed their hoodie back. It was then revealed that the individual was a distressed Amarilla. ‘Walter! It’s Amarilla,’ she sniffed and wiped her nose and eyes, ‘Can I come in please?’

Quickly unlocking the door, he pulled the door open to see her standing there with her face wet from her own tears. ‘H-hi.’ She tried her best to fake a smile, but her head just fell.

‘Amarilla, w-what’s going on? It’s—‘ he looked down at his watch, ‘11:34 at night!’

She let out a shaky sigh and looked up as she tried to gather her own thoughts, ‘Can I come in… I just— I need someone to talk to…’ she wiped her nose one more time and Walter let her in.

Unzipping and pushing her big coat off of her shoulders, she look around his apartment. It was damn near empty. Didn’t have personality. It looked like a simple hotel room. ‘Where are all the pictures?’ She asked in concern.

‘Never got the time to put them up,’ he shut the door and locked it, suddenly a sob ripped though the air. Quickly, he turned around to see Amarilla crying in her hands. His heart twisted at the terrible sight. She was way too beautiful to be crying like this.

‘Amarilla,’ he said softly as he pressed his lips together, ‘I don’t know what’s going on but look, I’ll put some tea on the stove and you can tell me all about it OK?’

She picked her head up, sniffing hard as she looked over at him, ‘that’ll—that’ll be nice, Walter. Thank you.’ She gave him a weakened smile and sighed.

Walter then walked over and picked up the gruesome photos off of the table, stacked them together neatly and placed them backside up on the dining room table. After that, he went in the kitchen and put the tea kettle on the table, and dropped two chamomile tea bags in two mugs.

Once back in the living, he’d placed her mug in her hands and sat his down on the coaster. ‘Thank you.’ She mumbled before blowing onto the hot substance.

‘Anytime,’ he said softly. His blue tired eyes watched her lips wrap around the mug, and then drifted down to the nape of her neck. Spots he wanted to kiss and lick so bad. Clearing his throat, he finally spoke up, ‘So, what happened?’ Leaning over and picked up his mug and took a sip of his tea.

Amarilla set her mug down on the coaster and let out a long deep breath, ‘I … I had to work a double tonight at the hospital and… it was so dead my supervisor sent me home so—‘ her gaze locked on her mug, before her chest grew tight and a lump grew in her throat.

Tears filled her eyes once again as she looked up at the ceiling, her voice cracking as she took a deep breath, ‘I found Matt in bed with another bitch.’ She then let out a humorless laugh.

‘What?! Jesus Christ Amarilla I’m—‘

‘It’s fine… I — I should’ve seen the signs I should’ve —‘

‘Whoa, whoa now, Amarilla. You’re not to blame for this.’ He sat up straight watching as she reached over and grabbed her tea. ‘What did he say?’

Amarilla laughed once more, ‘Oh, she’s just a friend and… that he’d been unhappy with me for a while and… he wants a divorce.’ She wiped her eyes and looked over at him, ‘Can you believe it? 15 years all for nothing just…’ she shook her head before looking down at her twiddling fingers.

‘Jesus— I’m sorry to hear that. What kind of man cheats on his wife like that? Best friend or not, he’s sick for that. Unbelievable.’ He said shaking his head.

‘Honestly, Walter… I’ve been unhappy for a bit too. Just I was hoping we could get through that rough patch y’know? Doing it for Maylin but— in the end I looked dumb.’

Walter sighed, ‘You’re not dumb. He’s just a dick and obviously not the perfect guy for you… unfortunately it took 15 years and for this to happen but..’

‘How would you know who’s the perfect guy for me?’ She said softly looking over at him.

‘Uh..’ he swallowed his spit and looked to the side. ‘I mean I — you’re gorgeous and funny and smart… easy going. To be honest, Matt and I known one another for years and never for a single second did I think he was good enough for you.’

Amarilla was a little taken back by his confession, but a hesitant smile curled on her lips, ‘re-really? You really think so?’ Her brown eyes glared over at him.

‘Of course… actually, I know so.’ He scoffed before taking a sip of his tea.

The woman sat there, staring at him — holding her warm mug tightly in her hands.

She’d be a fucking liar if she sat here and said she never thought of him that way. Hell, when he would come by the house, she would unknowingly cater to him as if he was her husband and not Matt. She didn’t know it then, but she wanted that man.

‘Well, thank you.’ She said softly before the air around grew thick with sexual tension.

This is a bad idea, Amarilla… it’s best that you just leave now. Staying any longer would make it harder to leave.

She leaned over and placed the half full mug down on the coaster. ‘Well, the Maylin is still at the house. And I’m pretty sure he hadn’t even checked on her after our argument so,’ she stood up and picked up her coat.

‘Wait, you’re leaving already?!’ Walter stood up.

‘Yeah, I— Maylin…’

‘I hope you’re not leaving because I said all of those things… look, I’m sorry. I got too comfortable and that was inappropriate— especially with what happened with Matt. But you’re in no condition to go back there right now. What if the other woman is still there?’

She looked up at him as she adjusted her coat over her shoulders, ‘No… it’s not that at all — I just…’

‘Stay… look I’ll take the day off tomorrow, you can go get Maylin and we’ll just— kick it…’

Amarilla stared up at him with slightly swollen pink eyes, ‘Word? You’d do that for real?’

‘Yeah… you need me. And I want to be here for you.’

Good lord, those words struck her in her chest. Now she felt like she was anchored to the floor.

She wiped her nose and sniffed, ‘al-alright. Cool… I’m feeling a bit tired anyway. Which room will I be in?’

Walter was shrouded with relief when she agreed to stay for the night. ‘Great!’ He paused for a second, processing her question in his brain for a moment before it clicked, ‘Well, you can sleep in my room. I take a couch? Sheets and comforter should be fine. I don’t sleep in there much. C’mon ill walk you there.’

Amarilla followed him down the hall towards the larger bedroom. It was bland. Just like all the other spaces in the house… no life. Her slightly swollen eyes studied the space for a second before they landed on the large bed.

‘You don’t have pictures or decor put up but you made sure to purchase this big ass bed.’ She snickered as she walked around it, her fingers gently grazing the comforter.

He chuckled, placing his hand on the threshold of the door, leaning slightly, ‘what can I say? I’m a big guy.’

Indeed he was.

The room grew quiet for a moment before he stood up straight, ‘well, I’m gonna give you some space. Just shout if ya need me.’ Then he turned to walk away.

‘Walter?’

He turned around, ‘yes?’

‘Thank you for this.’

He gave her a tired smile and nodded, ‘Of course.’ And he turned away once again, walking back into the living room.

Hours had passed…

It was 2:27am…

She was laying in that bed, staring up at that ceiling. She swore she was tired just a few hours ago and now — she was wide awake. She wondered if he was still awake.

Amarilla sat up, and climbed out of bed. She was dressed in a large t-shirt that she’d stolen from out of his dresser. It fit like a short dress on her, the hem stopping at her upper thigh.

She pushed her hair out of her face as she skidded across the wooden floor with her thick warm socks. Once she made it to the living room… he was sitting there on his laptop… wide awake.

‘Hey… you’re still awake.’ She said softly but it was so quiet, her voice could be heard over the storm outside.

Walter looked up from his computer, balling up his fist. Goddamn! His wandering eyes roamed her body. Her semi-hard nipples showing through the gray t-shirt, her smooth thick thighs. He wanted to bite them so bad.

‘Ye-yeah…’ he swallowed his spit, ‘I don’t sleep much!’ He felt like he was struggling to breathe just then. And as she approached him and sat very close to him.

‘You’re warm… I’m very cold. What do you keep the A/C on in here?!’ She brought her knees up to her chest.

‘It’s not on.. it’s probably just the rain and the weather…’

‘True.’ She said nodding her head before it grew quiet between them once again. Her head then fell on his shoulder and her right thigh draped over his.

‘You’re like this big ole, warm bear.’ She said goofing about.

Walter’s heart began to race in his chest as a hesitant chuckle left his lips. Swallowing his spit quietly, ‘Wouldn’t be the first time someone called me that.’

Amarilla smirked as she found herself staring at him a little bit longer than usual. Damn, he was fine. She always tried to look at him as her husband’s buddy. But he’s always been fine as hell.

Her brown eyes dropped to his lips that were thickly adorned by his facial hair.

Walter was trying his best not to look at her but he felt the way she was looking at him. With his job, it was easy for him to read people simply by checking energies. Going with his gut and soul is truly what helped him solve cases.

But this was much different from an average homicidal case.

The woman he’s be dying to fuck was sitting closely beside him, who just so happened to be his best buddy’s wife.

‘Walt,’ She said out softly before biting down into her plump lip.

‘Hmm?’

It grew quiet once again. But this time it was as if she was trying to figure out what she wanted to say in this tender moment. ‘Would- would it be wrong if I said that the reason why I came by the precinct to see you the other day wasn’t because of some stupid reminder of that damn Memorial Day barbecue?’

He’d finally looked over at her with his thick eyebrows tugging into one, ‘Yeah?’

Letting out a slightly amused laugh, she looked over at him now. Her dark honey orbs glared into those of swimming pools, ‘Yeah. It was because…’ she trailed off, glancing to the side as she debated with herself; wondering if this was going to be a good idea.

Who cares, Amarilla? Matt didn’t spare your feelings. Why the fuck should you care about sleeping with his best friend?

Walter closed his laptop and placed it on the table top. He then rest one of his large palms around her ankle with the other on her knee, ‘You can tell me. What’s on your mind?’

Amarilla let out a shuddered sigh and looked back up at him, ‘I volunteered to come because I wanted to see you. I’ve just been thinking about you more than usual,’ She said with her head falling to the side.

Walter’s eyebrows rose for a moment, ‘Really?’ He could feel his heart race much faster than before. ‘Why were you thinking about me?’ He snickered as his head fell forward, trying to hide that bright pink blush on his face.

Tell him what you want him to do to you.

‘Well,’ She paused for a second before grabbing his bearded jaw to lift his gaze towards hers, ‘Could I– show you instead?’

Walter’s eyes fell to her full delicious lips. Without saying or doing, his eyes gave her full consent.

Without releasing her grip, Amarilla leaned over with her lips gaped, greeting his. Their lips met with the taste of desire, longing and need. It was gentle, as if they were both testing the waters.

He’d gently pulled away, licking his bottom lips to taste her, ‘This is what’s been on your mind?’ His large hand had traveled from her knee to her thigh.

A slow deviant smile curled on her lips, ‘Amongst other things? Yes.’ Her hand trailed down to his broad chest and then towards his middle.

‘Good, ‘cause I’ve been wanting you since I’ve met you.’

Probably was a fucked up thing to say since Matt introduced them to one another when Walter was married.

‘Then,’ her eyes fell back to his lap where her fingers began to undo his belt and zipper. ‘I only have one request.’ Then she stood up before him with his fly open.

Walter glared up at her with curious eyes; arm tucked comfortably behind the sofa. He had a pretty good idea of what she wanted.

Amarilla reached at the hem of the oversized shirt and tugged it up and over her head. She tossed it on the sofa next to him: revealing her globes for breasts, tattoos that she kept well hidden, and pretty tiger stripes for stretch marks.

He swallowed hard as his eyes wandered over her shapely body.

If he wasn’t hard before, he was sure to cut through stone now.

He clenched his jaw as he felt the familiar bliss of numbness shroud his body. Lust.

Damn, that’s what she’s been hiding under those scrubs. Fuck.

Amarilla then straddled his lap, pushing his thick hair out of his face, ‘I want you, Mr. Marshall.’ She whispered as she began to grind her hips.

Walter hissed at the feeling of her hips creating that sweet friction over his hardened manhood, ‘Mmm.’

She grabbed his cotton shirt and pulled it off of his head. Then, she finally rushed in with a hungry kiss.

Their tongues danced with one another in a beautiful swan dance. Just following one another’s league. Her fingers intertwined in his thick curls as Walter’s large hands began to caress down her back.

Finally, his hands met her rounded ass; squeezing to make sure he wasn’t living in another daydream again.

Fuck, you really are real.

Amarilla kept grinding her hips as she broke the kiss. She trailed kisses from his lips to his neck where she began to suck softly.

Walter let out a grunt when she licked and sucked on that sensitive spot on his neck. He couldn’t take this teasing any longer. He finally pulled her thong to the side as she managed to pull his pants and briefs down far enough.

‘Aah, I want you so bad right now.’ She moaned softly; causing a shiver to slither down his spine.

A part of him felt bad that he was about to screw his best friend’s wife. But they were getting a divorce and he was going to get what the fuck he’s been wanting all these years.

‘I want you too, baby.’ He whispered as he looked up; watching her lift her hips and grab ahold of his member.

She rubbed his tip against her clit and over her inviting slit. ‘Damn, you’re even bigger than he is!’ She giggled softly.

Walter let out a gentle chuckle as he watched her slowly lower her hips on him, bringing his colossal member in a warm and velvety hug. He let out a breath as he rested his hand on her hips.

‘Mmmm, fuck.’ She moaned out as she pushed him as far as he could go. Once he was balls deep, she looked down at him with dark hooded eyes, ‘Don’t be so gentle baby.’

Amarilla rested her hands on the sofa as she began to slowly lift and drop her hips. He was so fucking big, she had to be gentle or she was to be torn apart.

‘Ooh, shit girl. Damn.’ Walter groaned as his head fell back in sheer bliss. He was lost in a world of pure ecstasy. His palms swept across her flesh in mystery. He just wanted to learn her body so he could be the one to give her what she deserves.

After Amarilla found it easier to bounce and she was stretched out in the most delightful way, she began to pick up her pace; lifting her hips up and dropping them a bit faster than before. ‘Uh! Uh! Ooh yes! Damn, you’re so fucking huge!’ She whined out inaudibly as she looked back over her shoulder, watching her jiggly ass bounce in his grasp.

A salacious grin curled on his lips as he felt her throbbing walls began to constrict, and her moans became louder. ‘Yeah? You’re gonna cum on that dick baby?’ He asked looking up at her before bringing her hardened nipple between his teeth to bite gently, and then suck.

‘Uggggh! Fuck!’

Walter began to bounce her ass for her, and since he was slightly slouched, he was able to thrust upward as well. With the friction they were creating, she was about to blow at any moment. ‘Come on baby! Cum for me!’ He called out as he landed 3 consecutive slaps upon her ass.

‘Aaah! Fuuuuuck! Walt, uuuuughhh my fucking God! Yeeees!’

‘Uh huh! Cum on baby! I know you want to! Stop fighting that nut!’ He argued at her before slapping her ass once again and gripping her thong.

‘Yesyesyesyesyesyes!—‘ her lower tummy twisted as her womb betrayed the rest of her body. But it felt so damn good, ‘YES!’ She quickly lifted her hips up, her poor blossom too sensitive for anymore for the moment. ‘Fuuuuck.’ She moaned before she forced her tongue into his mouth.

Walter rubbed on her plump ass once more before giving her thigh a slap; breaking their kiss, ‘Get Up. I’m not through with you yet.’

‘Uh oh.’ Amarilla cooed in a teasing tone as she carefully climbed off of his lap and stood up. She pushed down her panties to her knees and shimmed them down her legs before stepping out of them.

This beast of a man stood up and his pants and boxers fell before stepping out of them as well. He then took a moment to admire her body once more, a smirk grew on his lips as he grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards him in a hurry.

She was instantly met with his torso firmly, she giggled softly as she looked up at him.

‘You’re so fucking cute y’know?’ He teased.

‘Am I? Or are you just tryna fuck the shit out of me?’ Amarilla asked as she raised her eyebrow.

‘Both.’

The both of them chuckled before he placed a tender kiss on her lips and landed a smack on her ass again. ‘Go head,’ he said when he broke the kiss, ‘Bend over the arm of the sofa.’

Amarilla smirked, turning slowly on her toes before looking back at him with those sultry eyes.

She bent over the arm as he made his way behind her before lifting her leg up to rest her knee on the arm as well. A hum rumbled in his throat as she looked back at him while he just admired her in this angle.

Walter stroked his dick before pressing the tip against her slit once again and shoved his hips into her.

‘UGH!’ She exclaimed, her fingertips gripping at the fabric of the sofa. ‘Fuck, I don’t think I could ever get use to that!’ She whimpered out as he grabbed her arm and held on to her hip for stability.

Walter hissed as he began to drop his hips into her, ‘Shiiiit.’ He moaned, ‘Fuck you feel so fucking good.’

Amarilla’s breathing was short but labored. She looked back at him as he began to take her from behind. He held on to her tightly; looking into her pretty brown hues as he began to ram his hips into her much harder and faster.

Her moans had become louder; harsher, ‘Oh! Oh! Ooooooh fuck meeee! Just like that! Please don’t don’t fucking stop! Aah!’ She could feel her walls tightening around his massive member again. Just claiming all the space she offered him.

Walter grunted as he dug his fingers into her a little tighter. He finally let go of her arm and landed a few hard slaps on her ass cheeks.

Amarilla squeaked at the sudden sting that just made her body all the more tingle. ‘Goddamn! This is mine. Whose is it baby? Tell me who this pretty pussy belongs to?!’

His voice was sinister, dark and lewd. But the butterfly wings that beat viciously in her lower abdomen made her cave in. ‘Ooooh, this pussy is all yours baby.’

‘Huh,’ he smacked her ass harder before plunging his hips faster, ‘I can’t hear you baby, you're gonna have to speak up!’ He taunted with a grin spread across his lips.

‘FUCK! AUGH! IT’S YOURS!’

‘That’s my girl!’ He grunted as he brought his hips to a pause again, ‘Now fuck me back.’

Without question or hesitation, Amarilla began to bounce that pretty ass of hers back against him; twerking and shaking it in the process.

And animalistic growl rumbled in Walter’s throat as he watched her appetizing nectar coat him all the way to the hilt. ‘Damn you take me so well baby.’ He groaned.

His words enraptured her! Causing her to bounce even harder with a delighted grin on her face. But that was short lived when Walter took his control back.

Orgasms after orgasms, poor Amarilla started to lose count!

The moments spent wrapped up in Walter’s embrace felt like a blissful eternity. He took her places that she hadn’t been in years or… ever really. Hitting all the right spots and praising her all the same; she felt like she could truly conquer the world.

But that time wasn’t on their side because now Walter was edging closer to his release. ‘Uhhhhhh fuck,’ he had her wrapped up his arms at this point. One arm around her waist and the other around her chest as his hand squeezed her breast. He was spiraling. And she could feel it too.

‘Come on, baby! You’re almost there!’ Amarilla said wickedly; feeling this thickness stretch her walls with each delicious throb.

Walter’s face was buried in her neck, eyebrows tugged into one and his teeth gritted together. Him inhaling her scent just confirmed that all of this was truly real. His thrusts became short and his breathing became shallow. ‘Ahhh! Fuck, baby I’m about to cum!’

‘You’re gonna cum baby?!’

‘I’m gonna cum!’

Amarilla quickly pulled her body away, got on her knees before him; opening that pretty mouth of hers and sticking her tongue out.

Walter held himself before stroking his cock and squirting his load over the bed of her tongue. ‘Grrrrrrrraahhh— fuuuuck!’ His knees buckled and twitched as she swallowed all of his milky goodness, wrapping her full lips around his tip and sucking the rest of his cum out of him. ‘Ooooh— shiiiit.’ He grunted, pushing her hair out of her pretty face.

She was smiling like a kid in a candy store.

‘Do you feel better now, princess?’ He asked before wiping a drop of cum off of her lips with his thumb, and placing it on her tongue. Then he held his large hand out to her.

Carefully placing her hand in his, she stood up and sighed, ‘So much better.’ She giggled, wrapping her arms around his neck and placing a litter of kisses on his lips.

Then, he looked down at her with a smirk before scooping her up into his arms. She giggled, wrapping her legs around his waist. ‘Where are we going now?’

‘The bedroom. There’s still a lot to be done before we go get Maylin tomorrow. And you are the only thing on the to-do list.’

Amarilla laughed out, her head falling back, ‘Boy, you’re so stupid!’

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Falling in Love Ch.6

Rockstar Dabi (Touya) x fem!Reader

⇢ word count: roughly 5.1K

⇢ series plot: after receiving a VIP ticket to a concert of the most popular rock band, you go and it proves to be a life-changing event.

⇢ current plot: joining Rockstar Dabi on tour, you both finally have the much-needed time to get to know each other better

⇢ warnings: 18+, minors DNI, alcohol consumption, kissing, quick n dirty sex all over the place 😄

Personal note: yeah! Smut! Lots of it! We deserve it! Thank you @/hunajan for being my beta. And thank you @/crumbly-scrombly for always lending me your brain when mine didn't function properly.

After the plane took off, up into the, you swallowed a few times to adjust to the pressure of it ascending above the clouds. Glancing sideways outside the window, you saw beautiful sunshine above the clouds, perfect azure skies spreading across the horizon.

It was spectacular.

The velvety white clouds spanned across the entire horizon, the sun sitting atop, illuminating the surreal scenery with a golden glow.

A feeling of utter joy bloomed inside you, knowing who you were with and where you were heading.

The jet straightened out once it hit cruising altitude and the captain announced that it would take only a couple of hours before the jet would descend again to reach your destination.

While you enjoyed the smooth flight and sipped the pearly champagne the steward brought you, you suddenly felt a pair of cerulean eyes on you.

Looking up over the rim of your flute, Dabi sat there, elbows propped on his thighs, face hidden behind his crossed hands. The crinkles in the corner of his cerulean eyes gave away his glee as he looked at you from underneath his dark bangs.

“What?” You asked him.

“Nothing,”

“You look like you want something from me?” you went again for it.

“Hmmm,” he hummed in response, “Maybe I do.”

You waited for him to continue. As he didn't, but continued to grin at you, you asked "What?"

“Can’t tell ya,” he teased you with a grin, “It’s a secret.”

"Oh come on!" You took a grab of his hand. "Just tell me already!"

"Ok doll," he lowered his hands, not hiding his smug grin anymore as he leaned forward, his lips grazing your ears, "I wanna fuck you–"

“Dabi!” you choked out, heat rising in your cheek.

Dabi leaned back, his cerulean eyes gleaming with desire while he licked his lip, "You asked for it."

Not finding a proper reply, your body started to tingle.

As soon as the "Unfasten Seat Belt " announcement came, he rose straight to his feet, grabbing your wrist, pulling you off your seat and with him.

Still holding on to your champagne glass, you stumbled after him, "Dabi, what are you–"

You caught a glimpse of Tenko as you passed him and he blinked twice before he quickly dragged his eyes to the window, a knowing rosy hint spreading across his cheeks.

Again, you prompted, "Dabi, what on earth are you doing?"

As you passed Keigo, your eyes met for a brief moment, a hint of a distant, unfriendly look on his face that quickly turned into annoyance before his gaze drifted back to looking straight ahead again.

The restrooms were reached within seconds, and Dabi grabbed the handle, proceeding to open the door.

"Dabi, are you out of your mind?” You strained against the tight grip of his hand around your wrist, “Everyone's gonna hear!"

"I don't care." he bluntly stated, his eyes turning to look at you.

"But I do!" You bit your lower lip, "I wanna keep at least some of my modesty.”

He cocked his head and gave you a self-satisfied grin. “Baby, there's no modesty when you're with me."

“Oh for God's sake,” you muttered, knowing you already lost this fight.

Tugging you into the bathroom, slamming the door shut and locking it, he turned towards you, his grin breaking wider.

Nudging his head toward the sink counter, a pompous smirk on his face, he cooed, “Now be a good girl and let me fuck you.”

"Dabi," you whispered, "Here? You're kidding, right?"

"Does it look like I am?" he leaned forward, eyes dark with desire.

Nibbling on your skin above your pulse, he slid his hand under your shirt to pull it up.

"What if the others hear?" You flushed, wiggling your hips against the hard bulge in his pants.

"They should consider it a treat." He gave you a gentle shove and you stumbled a few feet before your butt hit the white pearlescent countertop with a silver round basin set on top with matching faucets.

"Dabi, you're such a child!" but your protest was cut short as he was on you within a second, his lips smashing against yours, his pelvis pressing into your hips.

His hand slid down your arm, taking the flute from you as he continued kissing you.

"Hmm…" he breathed into your mouth, "A child with an insatiable hunger for you."

His hands cupped your head, drawing you closer to him. Arousal sunk deep in your core as you felt him rut his growing heat against you.

He was so frustrating.

And hot.

And desirable.

A particularly hard thrust of his had you moan into his mouth.

"Tsts, so loud…" he tutted, pulling away from the kiss, "And I haven't even started yet."

His eyes were a deep turquoise, dark with hunger and need. His closeness was overwhelming and there was this feeling again – like gravity pulling you towards him.

You bit your lip and knew you had lost this game already. A sharp bite of his teeth pulled you from your thoughts, a surprised squeak falling from your lips.

He chuckled sinfully low against your skin, "I liked that sound," and with that, he bit again.

Another squeal of yours and he ripped down your bra, your breasts spilling over it. He spun you around, pressing you against the counter, his slender fingers hooking underneath your pants and ripping them down over your ass in one go, taking your panties right with them.

"Enough talking." He ordered, his voice husky, and you heard the jingle of his belt being undone.

Looking up, you felt yourself confronted with your own reflection, bent over the sink, shirt pulled up over your breast, obscenely pushed up by the bra sitting underneath them. Your face was so close to the polished surface, your breath was showing with each aroused exhale.

Your legs were forced together, as your jeans hanging around your thighs didn't allow for much movement.

Laying a palm on each side of your thigh, Dabi swallowed, "Do you have any idea how alluring you look like this?" as he made eye contact with you in the mirror.

Lining up his tip with your entrance, he pushed himself inside with one strong stroke, and your jaw dropped.

You cried out, the fullness heavenly and he swore it was the most sinful noise he had ever heard fall from your lips.

"Oh doll," he breathed into your ear as he hovered over you, staring intently into your eyes, "You're so fucking tight."

The pressure was unlike anything you've experienced with him before. Your thighs squeezed together, his girth pressing against your walls, increasing the pleasure tenfold.

He pressed a kiss behind your ear, “I’m going to take you now.”

“Please—” you whined, his cock twitching inside you at the sound.

He clicked his tongue, “Good girl…"

He did another harsh thrust inside, filling you to the hilt before starting a relentless rhythm.

Your blood was pounding through your veins, the fact that you witnessed the lewd actions in the mirror, had you soon panting with desperate need. Your gaze was glued to the mirror as he started to thrust, hard, watching the way his eyes darkened. His ragged breathing, his need for you reflecting yours.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty,” he praised with half-lidded eyes and pushed harder and harder, his breathing ragged as he was starting to lose himself.

As were you, a heat starting to build between your legs, jolts of pleasure shooting up your spine.

“Fuck, look at you, taking me so well baby,” he groaned as your body tightened around him, adjusting his stance so he could slide in even deeper.

Your lips parted in a loud moan as he kissed your cervix with his cock, each push and pull of his hips making his piercings rub along your g-spot just perfectly. You felt yourself get impossibly wet, your slick sticking to the base of his cock, to his untrimmed hair surrounding it.

The cabin was filled with the sounds of your loud moaning and the wet sound of his hips slapping against your ass. But you were too fucked out at this point to care to be embarrassed - as long as he kept fucking you like this, you’d do whatever he wanted.

Staring back at you, his azure eyes blazing, he kept increasing the pace, the sway of his hips is obscene.

You felt being propelled towards your high, the coil inside of you tightening as a blazing heat spread throughout your cunt.

“D-Dabi, I'm close,” you panted, looking at him in the mirror.

His gaze was fixed at where you joined, his teeth biting his lower lip, hands digging into your plush hips.

“B-but please don't cum in me,” you whined, “It'll ooze out the entire flight.”

“Gotta mark my territory,” he growled, not thinking about giving in to your plea.

And then his eyes snapped up, meeting yours. And the look in them, the hunger, desire, sent a pang straight through your chest and below your belly.

The coil snapped as your eyes turned in your head when you came, clenching around him repeatedly. It all came so sudden, so overwhelming that tears sprung to your eyes, rolling down your cheeks as his movements became erratic.

Thrusting into your quivering cunt a few more times he came with a long groan, shooting his cum inside of you, so much it stuck to his pelvis and dropped on the floor, making a mess.

You were panting, glowing, the feeling of his warm body pressed against yours so comforting. His lips find the rim of your ear, trailing down to find your lobe, sucking it in before releasing it with a pop.

"Welcome to the Mile High Club," he chuckled as he pulled out and patted your bare ass cheeks approvingly.

He tugged himself away, while you stood on wobbly legs, spent, calm, trying to ease your breathing.

Reaching over you to pull out some tissues from the box, he wiped your folds as clean as he could, pulling your panties up and pants back over them.

Tossing the soiled tissues in the garbage, you felt his hands circle your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder. Looking up, your gaze met his deep blues. He grinned like a boy who just got the biggest present for his birthday.

“Now what?” You asked shyly, tugging a strand of hair behind your ear.

“We'll go back and then drink some more,” his grin grew wider while he watched your cheeks turn a deep red.

“But the others,” You protested. “They must've heard us.”

He let go of you, sauntering over to the door, unlocking it.

A glance back over his shoulders, he crooned, "Great for them, don't you think?"

And with that, he left, leaving you standing there. You hurried to dry your cheeks from the tears and fix your smeared mascara. Back in the main cabin, you look up just in time to see Dabi giving Tenko a fist bump before slumping down in his chair, a smug grin on his face.

You hurried to catch up with him, not without noticing how Keigo glowered at you, his eyes cold and filled with - hurt?

Your face still burning from embarrassment and the afterglow of your orgasm, you sat down in front of Dabi – not before swatting him across his arm.

Flushed, you muttered through gritted teeth, "You're insatiable–"

Dabi cocked his head, a smug grin on his face when he said out loud. "I think we all heard that you enjoyed it as well!"

The steward almost choked on his own breath while Tenko tried his best to hide the rising blush on his face with his hands. Keigo let out an annoyed groan, turning towards the steward to scowl at him, "Bring me something to get wasted quickly."

Needless to say, for the rest of the flight, you buried your red face in your palms, wishing you were rather dead than alive, while Dabi kept stroking your knees, chuckling lightly.

The Mercedes Van picked you up right after the plane landed and parked on the tarmac, and after a short drive you arrived at a five-star hotel. It had the most stunning architectural design you’ve ever laid your eyes on. Timeless elegance tailored for the demands of high society as it was an exceptional combination of magnificent architecture and divine art perfect harmony.

A young man with freckles, dark hair and green eyes introduced himself as the bell boy and offered to escort you to your room. After a short parting goodbye from the other band members, Dabi and you turned towards the elevator taking you up to your suite.

“So Mr. Dabi, how was the flight?” the young man asked politely before pressing the button to close the elevator door.

“Oh, it was– euphoric. Very arousing…” Dabi answered, barely containing his smirk.

Stepping closer to you, he leaned against your side, the heat of his body making you shiver. Running his fingertips down your back, they came to a stop right at the seam of your pants.

"Oh, would you mind sharing what exactly was so breathtaking?" The young man's finger pressed the button for the desired floor level.

“The sight I got to see,” Dabi's hand slid underneath the seam of your pants, down the middle of your butt cheeks.

He continued, "And how plush and comfy the seat was," grabbing your ass, "Or how nice the entertainment was, literally had me creaming.”

The green haired boy swallowed hard and decided to change the topic.

You froze, shooting Dabi a glare, whispering, “Dabi, what are you doing?"

But he didn't look at you, continuing to converse with the bellboy over the weather. You saw his eyes darkening, a boyish grin spreading across his features. Your pussy clenched at the sight which made you bite your lip.

His hand slid further down and found your puffy folds, still wet with your arousal and his cum. Every muscle south of your navel clenched hard and you couldn't help the moan that escaped from your lips. Your hands shot up, clasping over your lips. But it was too late.

The bellboy turned to look at you, “Are you alright, Miss?”

You shrieked, jolting as Dabi very slowly slid two fingers inside of you, circling leisurely, making you feel him, on all sides.

“She's ok, just tends to get sick on elevator rides,” leaning in further, he kissed your temple, his facial expression full of mock concern when he asked, "Isn’t that right, doll?"

Nudging Dabi in his side, he chuckled, continuing to slide his slender fingers in and out of your tight cunt. You bit your lip to prevent further moans and closed your eyes.

The young man looked you up and down, pity was written on his face when he said, “I'm sorry Miss, I wish I could make the elevator go faster.”

With that, he turned towards the door again.

"Dabi, I haven't been able to clean myself since last time." You managed to grind out between pressed lips.

"I love you dirty," his lips still at your temple, he growled, shoving his fingers even deeper inside you.

You gasped, eyes wide open at the intrusion, while he nonchalantly looked up to ask the bellman about the weather. Continuing to pump his fingers into you, your hand shot up to cling to his arm, your legs starting to give in as a familiar heat started spreading in your abdomen.

“Almost there,” the concierge chirped and Dabi repeated into your ear, “Yeah, almost there.”

With your teeth biting on your lips and his fingers rhythmically stroking the front wall of your pussy, you closed your eyes as you felt a rippling heat spreading from your cunt down your legs and up your belly.

Your eyes rolled back behind closed lids as you felt the fire inside turn into a blistering heat and you came, silently, your walls repeatedly clenching around his fingers.

Dabi purred into your ear, only for you to hear "Such a good girl for me."

The ping of the elevator sounded just in time and Dabi pulled out his fingers and hand. Holding back a grin and wiggling his eyebrow at you, he walked past you and out of the elevator, following the other man down the hallway.

Looking back at you over his shoulders, he made a show sliding his fingers into his mouth, his tongue swirling around them as he cleaned off your essence.

Staggering after him, you rolled your eyes at him, "Dabi, you're gross," seeing him lick his fingers clean.

“This is your suite,” he man chided, opening it and holding out the keys for you to take, “Luggage and all are already waiting for you inside. Enjoy your stay!”

And with that, he sauntered back towards the elevator while you both entered your hotel suite.

As soon as the door fell shut behind you, he caught you completely off guard as he pushed you up against the closed door, capturing your lips in a searing kiss.

Your head knocked against the hard surface and you heard a concerned voice from the other side.

"Sir, are you OK?"

"Answer him." Dabi growled against your skin huskily.

"Y-Yes, I just slipped—aaahh—, you moaned as you felt him sink his canines into your soft skin.

"Are you sure, Miss?" There was a soft knock on the door, the bell boy's voice full of worry. "You sound unwell."

You felt terrible.

Dabi chuckled, pressing his hard bulge into your hips, continuing to bite and suckle on your skin until you were starting to get light headed.

"I-I'm fine," Dabi's fingers crept under the shirt you were wearing and came up to cup your breasts, a low growl sounding from his throat, squeezing it tightly with his palm.

"Ok, if you need anything, just let me know," and with that you heard his soft steps trailing off down the hallway.

Dabi parted, chuckling, "Such an obedient girl"

His hand found your cheeks, squeezing them, making your lips part while he slowly pushed his finger in knuckle per knuckle.

You moaned around his fingers as he ordered you to suck and you started fellating him. Swirling your tongue around it, closing your lips, you hollowed out your cheeks, sucking him deeper until he hit the back of your throat, making you gag.

You felt his cock twitch in his pants, his eyes glazed with lust.

You continued sucking his digits, closing your eyes, savoring the hints of your combined release still clinging to it.

"Didn't dwo a gwood jowb of cweaning wem owff," you mumbled around his digits and he smirked at your cockiness.

Suddenly, he pulled them out with a wet pop, his head and your mouths found one another. The kiss was hungry, his breath a hint of whiskey in it. Tangling your hand into his raven hair, you pulled him closer, your tongue delving deeper to taste more of him.

His hand slithered down your stomach to unbutton the top of your pants before sliding in, straight down your front, underneath your lace panties and to your folds.

Stroking two rough digits along their length to pick up your juices. you keened against his mouth when he slid two fingers inside.

"Damn, you're soaked," he tilted his chin up, casting you a cocky smirk.

"Only for you, big boy." You canted your hips, desperate for more.

Hearing those sounds from you made something snap inside of Dabi. He opened his fly, pulling his hard cock out that was hanging heavily under its own weight.

"Hold tight," he murmured, grinding his hips against yours.

With one quick dip down, he slid your panties down, and you quickly stepped out of them. He grasped your leg above your knee and hitched it around his waist, leaving you standing on one leg.

you had to hold on to his shoulders for support, your legs were obscenely spread, your back resting against the wall while you felt him hard and wanting between your thighs.

He exhaled heavily, his eyes heavy-lidded as he rubbed his throbbing cock along your soaked folds.

"So fucking sexy," he muttered before smashing his lips against yours, his cock alining with your needy cunt, mixing your slick with his precum.

Without stopping the kiss, he sank slowly inside of you, groaning deep and low in the back of his throat.

You were panting with need, tilting your head back, relishing the feel of him inside of you. He pulled back and then moved into you again.

"You're mine," he growled against your throat and all you did was nod.

With that, he started to move. Really move.

“Too deep—,” you wailed under your breath as you squeezed your eyes shut in pleasure. “Feels—ahhh—amazing.”

There was no way you could stop your head from banging against the wood of the door with the frantic pace and force he was driving himself inside of you.

Just when his cock slid almost all the way out of your core, he thrusted it back inside, having it kiss your cervix over and over again until you started seeing stars.

He nuzzles your neck, mouth sliding along your neck, biting and locking it.

"Ah– Dabi," you panted, "Please, don't—"

"Fuck that," he murmured, latching onto your pulse and starting to suck, leaving one bruise after the other on your skin.

He kept flexing his hips, filling you again and again, pushing into you harder, making you cry out, "Please, Dabi,"

"I know, babe, I know" his fingers ran down to your clit, rubbing circles around the engorged button.

It made shivers run up your spine and you clenched around him, “Oh God—"

You were becoming lightheaded, any coherent thoughts leaving your brain as Dabi continued his rough pace, fingers never leaving your clit.

“Fuck, doll, keep clenching like that and I’m not gonna last long,” he panted heavily.

But you didn't respond, too caught in the feeling of a blistering heat starting to form in your lower belly, your entire body tensing in anticipation of what was about to come.

His thrusts were fast and powerful by now and you were hurled to the edge, your orgasm closing in at a rapid speed. It felt so overwhelming that it had tears spring to your eyes as you felt like crying.

And then the dam broke.

You started sobbing, eyes closed as you surrendered yourself to him. All you could do was cling on to him, taking him repeatedly. In no time you reached your high, your eyes screwing shut as you erupted into a mind-blowing orgasm that stunned all your senses, making you forget all that was happening outside your body as you writhed and groaned in his hold.

He pressed his body against yours, going impossibly deep as his breath was going harsher and harsher, ragged, matching yours.

"Fuck yeah, that's it," he muttered, feeling you clench around him.

He thrusted up into you one more time before coming to a stuttering halt, his cock buried to the hilt inside of you, twitching with each spurt of hot cum he released.

Impaling you against the wall, you both caught your breaths before he gently let your leg down, slipping out of you.

Standing before him, trembling, his cum started dripping out of you and onto the floor beneath.

Your mascara ran down your cheeks, hair and shirt were in complete disarray – just like his was.

Dabi and you looked up, taking in each other's disarray.

"Damn, you look fucked out," he snorted, his lips curling up into a growing grin.

His giggles turned into laughter as did yours. Each time you inhaled, another spurt of cum dripped on the floor.

"Holy shit," you wheezed while he held his hands to his abs in laughter, looking at the puddle forming on the floor, "I guess let's clean up a bit."

"Yeah, it's late, we need to leave soon," with that, his hand reached out, fingers interlacing with yours as he pulled you off to the bathroom.

Just now were you getting the time to look around and appreciate your surroundings. All the rooms were furnished with a blend of style and functionality in mind. Simple painted walls made the rooms feel light, while surfaces featured a dark wood veneer, such as bedheads, shelves and wardrobes. Each room has an en suite rainshower room tucked behind a glass door. The bed was spacious, a huge row of windows lining the wall, overlooking the skyline of the city. Silken curtains ensured that the stay was private and comfortable.

After showering and successfully defending him off a couple of times - that man did have unrelentless stamina - you both returned to the bedroom.

You noticed several bags littering the floor as well as designer suitcases.

A quizzing look of yours had him shrug with a boyish grin, "Bought a couple of things for ya."

"For me?" You stared at the heaps of bags in disbelief, trying to comprehend the amount of money he had to have spent on that.

Approaching the bags they were all filled with designer clothes, purses, bags, and shoes.

"Dabi, this must've cost a fortune!" You gasped, holding up a pair of ripped Gucci jeans.

"Doll, do you have any clue how much money I make?" he grinned, gesturing towards the bags, "This is nothing. Besides, I just like to spoil what’s mine."

"Mine, huh?"

"Yeah, mine," he looked at you, seductive and dark from under thick bangs.

"Ok, fine, just this once," You huffed with annoyance, "But no more spoiling after this!"

"We'll see about that," he chuckled, rummaging around his own bags, pulling out clothes fit for the stage later on.

When you just continued to stare at the clothes, he stopped and stepped up to you, taking you into his arms and pegging a kiss on your forehead.

His eyes were so close, you could see the fine details of his cyan irises as he rumbled "Better look for something to wear tonight. Unless you don't want to join."

Rolling your eyes at him you wiggled out of his embrace and he turned back to get dressed, not before giving you a playful smack on your ass.

Clicking your tongue at him in mock annoyance you went about trying to find something to wear that wouldn't give you a heart attack when seeing the price tag.

Leaning back from the mirror after applying the finishing touches to your makeup, you stuffed the mascara back into your makeup bag and looked at you in the mirror.

The smokey eyes accentuated their color and the natural lips served as a nice balance to them. You gave yourself a satisfied nod before turning on your heels to open the bathroom door.

Dabi stood by the open window, a cigarette between his fingers as he was blowing out the smoke before turning his head.

His lips instantly turned up into a smile once he saw you walking towards him.

"You look stunning," not averting his gaze, he flicked the bud out the window and approached you.

Leaning forward to kiss you, his lips came to a stop just short of yours. His eyes flicked up as he asked "Can I? I mean, I know how women are with makeup…"

Not answering, you closed the gap and your lips met, soft and warm as you kissed, first closed- then open-mouthed.

You paused to breathe against his lips, "I'd rather have my makeup ruined than not kiss you."

"You're perfect," His grin grew boyish as he laced his fingers with yours, "But now let's go - you ready?"

You nodded, excitement spreading through your body like electricity, "Yes, let's go."

You met up with the others in the lobby downstairs. Dabi went off to talk to his manager, while you were met with a pair of red eyes, taking you in from underneath pale hair.

"Hey, you look good," he muttered blankly and you were surprised by his straightforwardness.

Looking down at you, you couldn't see why. You only wore a pair of simple biker boots combined with a black, thigh long oversized dress, an adjustable buckled belt rounding off the look. All courtesy of Dabi's shopping lunacy.

You had left your hair open and it cascaded down your head, framing your face perfectly.

"But," you furrowed your brows, "That's nothing…"

Tenko dragged and shifted his weight from one foot to another. “I don’t know, but you, uh.. you do look good. Very good." A small blush crept along his cheeks.

"Aw thanks, Tenks," you cupped his hand in yours, "You look good as well."

He didn't wear his usual sweat gear but some tight jeans and a sleeveless shirt, a red leather jacket perfectly complementing the color of his hair and eyes.

His hand darted to his neck, starting to scratch as his eyes fixated the floor, when he mumbled "My assistant insisted…"

"She did good," you complemented, rubbing your thumb over the back of his hand. "You look amazing!"

Dabi watched on, as Tenko took you in, his eyes glowing with adoration behind his unruly bangs. His gaze flitted towards you and he felt a stab in his chest, as he saw your genuine smile, eyes bright with joy.

His fists clenched and unclenched, a feeling arising he hadn't felt before, an all consuming heat that spread like fire through his veins.

Taking a deep breath to steady his singeing nerves, he stepped up to you, circling your waist with his arm, a low growl reverberating from his chest, "Alright, enough of this, we gotta go."

His blue eyes had something cold in them as they stared at his band mate who flinched noticeably and turned around to strut towards the exit.

Dabi was following suit with you as you managed to shoot Tenko, who looked rather confused, an apologetic smile.

Keigo had witnessed the scene, his golden eyes narrowing, the corners of his lips twitching up slightly.

When you passed him and greeted, Keigo just grumbled a short hey before turning to stand the furthest away from you.

Pulling your sunglasses on again, you all stepped out of the hotel and into the waiting Van.

#dabi smut #dabi x reader #dabi x you #rockstar dabi #dabi #dabi todoroki #bnha dabi #mha dabi #dabi my hero academia #dabi mha #dabi bnha

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finniestoncrane · 1 year

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sending in another request (hopefully that's allowed!!) because lmao I have to make you be gay online 😤 /j

Character: 🤡 (again, I'll let you pick lol)

Scenario: 💃

Sentence: ⚫️

(and afab!reader lol)

(let's also pretend that this isn't just like an absolute fantasy of mine!)

Sway

general!harley quinn x female!reader/dancing meda you can do whatever you want because i love you u-u minors DNI!! 🔞 500 words, cw: it's just fluff, so much fluff, and a kiss! requests are closed • kofi link • minors DNI • tag: finnie500

She was a lot more graceful than you. Balanced, light on her feet. There was no doubt she was a better dancer, and could be sprawling out over the floor, one complicated move after the other, footwork impeccable, looking as though she might be gliding on ice, floating on air.

But Harley stood still, swaying from side to side with you, her arms wrapped around your waist and her head resting on your shoulder as she hummed to the music. As you looked around you, at the other couples, the people sitting around the dancefloor, watching everyone, it felt like they were focused just on you and Harley, watching and judging. Because regardless of how often she held you, kissed you, pushed you to dance with her, you still couldn’t help but feel that you weren’t quite…enough.

Harley was adorable, beautiful, hot. Desirable, in a terrifying kind of way. Terrifying in an incredibly arousing way. Sweet and smart enough that she always got what she wanted, and who she wanted, and you couldn’t quite believe that you were the person she was willing to settle on.

Sensing your unease, something she was particularly good at, she lifted her head, inquisitive look on her face, brows raised and smile forming a frown.

“You don’t look good, sug’! You ok?”

“I’m fine…I’m…yeah I’m ok.”

“Hmmm…”

She lifted your arm and spun underneath it, on her return to face you she pressed in close, her nose to yours, eyes wide.

“Boop! Oooh…maybe we should go get some fresh air? You didn’t even kinda smile there!”

Before you had a chance to play it off, pretend that the invite to the balcony wasn’t a literal dream come true, she already had your hand, stomping through the crowds, her regular, brash charm separating them like waves.

You both leaned your elbows down against the railing, silently taking in the moment, the way the stars shone, the clouds that obscured half of the moon. It was nice out here, you could breathe. The perils of dating an outgoing, social butterfly. You rarely had a minute alone with her. Which meant that while it was an exciting and whirlwind romance, there hadn’t been many sweet moments where you could just be you, the two of you, quiet and vulnerable.

In this rare situation, where both of you had been quiet for more than five minutes, you moved your hand slowly towards her, meeting it quicker than expected to find she was reaching for you. An awkward giggle, wide smiles on both of your faces. In sync, you both sighed as you stared up at the sky, a deep blue instead of black this evening. Blue like her eyes.

You turned to her, finding her turning to you at the same time.

“Wow…”

You interrupted each other as you spoke.

“You look beautiful.”

A solidifying notion that you were meant to be, same thoughts, same feelings, same appreciation. The calm romance didn’t last long, before you were receiving a swift punch the arm.

“Jinx! Now you gotta buy me a drink, and I have expensive tastes bub!”

She trotted off back inside, and you followed, pleased that you got to be the one she punched.

#finnie500 #finnie writes #harley quinn #harley quinn x reader

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marengogo · 1 year

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UGH!-5: JUNGKOO-GATE

Memories That Cannot Be Erased - by Sim Hee Jin [The Glory, Pt.2 (Original Soundtrack from the Netflix Series)]

[Music is a very big part of my life and I’m MOSTLY INCAPABLE of writing without music, so I just thought I'd share what I am listening to while writing this]

–🐺–🐺–🐺–

I was going to just play the Sims, while watching youtubers reacting to “The Glory”, Anything BTS, or anything which my mind & soul might deem to be needed at the very present. Needed to feel something, what? I don’t quite know myself, maybe something that will help me finally carry on with my project? Maybe something that will make me feel happy for the time being, at this very moment? Or maybe just something that will make me feel like I can forget that there are so many thing I must remember, at least for one fucking day. Yeah, I was going to do all of that right at this very moment, and I still will, but now it will be after I’m done writing this.

So I am here writing this because I couldn’t stop myself from doing so, because, AND HEADS-UP THIS IS ABOUT TO GET VERY GRAPHIC ✌🏾, when one is pressing to go to the toilet, they should. Trying to hold it in, is very bad for your system as a whole, same goes for throwing up or sneezing, or anything else which obviously your body has decided that “yeah no, this can’t stay here, it's gotta to go. Now”. So release myself I will, but like everything else in life EVERYTHING AND ANYTHING there is a place for such activity. When it comes to excrement, the toilet is such a place. When it comes to sneezing, opening your mouth widely into someone else’s face is not the place. When it comes to my feelings, with regards to a specific topic, my blog is one such place.

In real life, I am the type of person that cracks jokes to no end, because it makes me happy knowing that I was the person who was able to make you laugh; I love it, I almost crave it. I am the type of person who would choose friendship over romance, in the sense that if we are going to have a crush on the same human, I will step back and that is a fault, nothing to brag about, at all, because I don’t like unprovoked conflicts when your life has been a constant fight, after fight, after fucking fight, you will quickly try to veer clear of any, if you can and also I grew to be very selfish about my romantic ideal, in my head, if you really liked me like that, I shouldn’t have to compete with someone else also another fault, to a certain degree, so I’ll just keep being me, wait, and see; if we are not meant to be, I’ll be just as fine on my own, I got used to it. I am the type who is also so patient and nonchalant that, if you don’t know me, you will straight away peg me as the person you can easily walk all over, if you do know me, you will be carefully looking for ways to intelligently tell me anything, and if you love me friend or lover you know you can just come at me and we will get at it, whatever “it” may be.

Out of the many things that I am not, forgetful is one. I will remember anything: trivial, important, bad, good, numbers, shapes of clouds, you name it; I will remember it AND WHAT A FUCKING NIGHTMARE THAT IS and let me tell you, a memory like that is usually the product of a well trained self-defense mechanism process, so also nothing to brag about. I am not a person who can sit and watch seemingly innocent people take an unwarranted beating, be it physical or emotional, because I was once there myself and I wished someone else stood up for me. I am not a saint, through life experience I morphed myself into something far from actually, so I will never truly judge you, unless you ask me to, and anything else will always just be a deliberate relying of my opinion, in my blog.

So what does any of this have to do with Jikook? Hmmm … yesterday’s live, heavily highlighted how people like me, or rather, people who are not like a certain demographic in this fandom, are often not given the benefit of the doubt. It’s all so fucking guilty until proven innocent. It reminded me just how jarringly white and black many seem to be when it comes to Jikook’s relationship in general and as the gray-citizen that I am, it is alway so criminally mind-blowing that I usually have no words and just leave it at that unless being otherwise prompted or if I see someone I care about being pestered.

Yesterday however, it specifically made me think about JK. I don’t think I’ve ever said this anywhere in my blog but I heavily relate to JK in his way of thinking, and perhaps also feeling soulwise I think I might be closer to Yoongi, but we are about to find out soon enough, which is probably why I like JM so much 😜😜😜. Because, people such as myself and JK tend to either joke or stay calm as their MO, we usually don’t speak about important things with people we don’t know/connect with, and when we do, it might look so out of nowhere, it will end up feeling “uncharacteristic” hence sounding weird, forced and scary 👻 at times.

Out of all that, there is one particular aspect I feel like JK and I have in common, which is the fact that you can't tell me what to do, at all. That is your quickest way to win a ticket at my “I think not, in fact, I will definitely find a way to NOT do what you just told me you want me to do” Show 🤡. The one very big difference I have with JK, however, is that his parents seem to have been the child's personal decisions supportive-type, whereas alas mine were not. So even though in my formative years I was a bit of a loose cannon and did everything I wanted, it was always just as long as it didn’t involve my parents. They had/have working on it, therapy, is a wonderful thing the strongest hold on me. But so … who has a hold on JK? Does anyone even have a hold on him?

Hobi has expressed how JK is “handsome, but doesn't listen”. Yoongi has expressed how “JK might be a genius but that doesn't mean he doesn't work hard at what he does”. JM has expressed how “JK is different behind the cameras, he is actually cute, but also has a sort of manliness to himself”. Namjoon has expressed how “even though every member of BTS is important, there is no replacement for Jungkook”. Tae has expressed that “JK is the type of person who has outstanding basic talent”. Jin has expressed, with his caring actions towards JK, how even though JK is formidable, he is still a young man in a big-big world.

Very stubborn. Impossibly talented. Regrettably young.

That is what I have gathered of JK, thus far. From what we’ve been allowed to experience through footage, from what the members have conveyed when talking about him and from JK’s “art/work” itself as fans. The one person who hasn’t had a problem in often pegging him as cute is JM. Namjoon has time and again pointed out how JK is a softie with the body of a rock, yes, but JM always attempts to point out the fact that JK in reality is just a big ball of softness, but he is then quickly “silenced” when instantly confronted with the fact that he is the “resident mochi” … we won’t get into that particular monicker today so he just ends up agreeing 😬. Why am I pointing this out? Do I think JM controls JK? … 😂😂😭😭 … Please 😑, if they are in a relationship, JM would be a lover not a ruler.

JM has a very big influence on some of the final decisions he makes, I honestly do believe that, but JK is first and foremost his own “unique” person, who however, for at least a good 10 years, had no other choice but to listen to a whole lot of other people. Control is a very big aspect of my life: I literally FEAR losing it. Reason why I am scared of trying sleeping pills, reason why I’m scared of falling asleep while on plane, reason why I don’t do drugs, but at the same time reason why UNFORTUNATELY I drink an unhealthy amount, ever since I figured out that I always remember everything i’ve done and I that I do get loose just enough not to lose myself. Basically, the second I feel like someone is trying to take “control away” from me and if I am in a position where I can I lash.

And by that I don’t mean that Imma scratch you obviously, just means that within 3 second of the happening I would have already formulated plan A-Z in order for me to either regain the control I lost, or find ways to soothe me and give me the apparent comfort I need to feel like I have regained some sort of control I am a master at self-soothing. At that very moment, what is paramount, is knowing that from that moment on, every single decision made involving me would be made by myself and myself only. Meaning that, at that very moment, if you saw me being undecided between broccoli and kale juice, and you kindly offered your opinion, without me asking, I would most certainly feel the sudden craving for a vanilla ice-cream cone instead.

As an introvert I’ve often found comfort within my room. Is where I’ve created most of my projects, where I’ve taught myself a whole language, where I was safe from bullying, where I could allow myself to dream, where I am 100% in control. When I’m in comfort zone, I tend to not think much about what I do, even if 85.13% of the times what I do will not make sense to anybody and has made people call me “crazy”, at that moment, it made sense to me, because i decided to it, so I would quite frankly, not give a fuck. Anyways, me and my room are the main reason for the struggle people I love have when I rather stay home than go for a day out. Once I am out, I’m the light of the party; just gotta get me there 😬.

As it just so happens, JK seems to have found one of his comfort zone in “talking” to ARMY. He maybe has an excuse to escape from whatever it is that he actually needs to be doing/thinking of, while at the same time he shows ARMY that he is alive: WIN-WIN. Reason why he drinks with us, he entertains us, does his laundry with us, eats with you, WEVERSE-living might be providing JK with a way for him to momentarily gain control while at the same time conceding it because he is fulfilling his role as idol, he is promoting things , etc without causing any causing much of any rifts in his comfort zone. So when people ask him not to drink, to go to bed, whatever it is, if it goes against what he was there for, do not for a second think he will do any of it; because in that very moment we are most likely just a part of his well constructed comfort zone.

So this should go without saying, but it is clearly NOT sticking with some people out there. When you are looking to get some reaction from Jikook as a couple, something that will give you the fix you need for the day, week, whatever, please kindly be reminded that not only their relationship isn’t confirmed, but it is also not a paid subscription show, so they don’t owe you shit. JK is not touching JM the way you want him to? JM is not with JK in the palaces you want him to? Jikook are not doing lives the times you want them to? It is all very sad and all but it also all very much sounds to me like you problem. Thus, please be reminded that there are MANY DIFFERENT TYPES of people on this sphere, and as it is hard enough to live a life as them, as me, as JK, as JM, as you, as anybody, a little bit of consideration, and “thinking before you speak” goes a bloody ass long way.

Happy Easter, stay safe 🫰🏾💜

Always respectfully yours,

Marengo.

#Marengo Goes UGH!#Netflix Isn't Free but more Satisfying #Jikook #JK is his own person - Like I am - Like you are

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chenyann · 2 years

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A cowardly lion in disguise as a lonesome lamb

Lilia vanrouge

My villan arc starts here 😈 Have you heard the rumor of the break up with the Drunken believer and a prideful coward?

Cw:my bad attempt on angst,ooc?,mentions of being drunk,unedited,maybe got some pronouns wrong,if so plz tell me so I can fix it,talking about war,break ups.

The dawn has started and the moon has bid its farewells. Today was a new day and you were gonna spend the day with someone you cherish.

Lilia

You had confessed to him not long ago and he had wanted to think about that confession and with a week later he had hesitantly said yes.You thought no…knew he was happy with the time he spend with you so this isn't any different you sit on Lilias bed waiting for what he has to say.

Last night Lilia texted you….

[Last night 1:35am]

1 message from Lilia♡

"Hey y/n are you awake?"

2 messages from Lilia♡

"Maybe not.."

"Hmmm"

3 messages from Lilia♡

"Let's talk tomorrow okay."

"Meet me in my room at 3!"

"Sleep well"

No new messages from Lilia♡

6 unread messages from Lilia♡ tap to read them.

[Lilias room 3:09 pm]

You were sitting there for 2 minutes until he broke the warm silence,a smile appears on his face with furrowed brows.A facade washes over his face like the water from his shower little did the magenta eyed male know you noticed too.

"Lilia what's wrong?" You spoke in a tone as soft as fresh snow. You really did fit the saying 'ignorance is bliss' but Lilia didn't want to ignore anything.In a tone that sounded serious yet soft and pure he spoke "I think we should break up…"

In that moment you felt your heart pop as if it was a glass balloon, A flower in full bloom;but was dying, its petals shriveled up due to lack of love. It was too soon for it to wither away to nothingness, Yet it did.

Was this a lie?

No…

This is the truth…..

A fact…I wanted to bury away..

My selfish hope…..

I'm Drunken on false hope…

I'm a fallen buffoon….

Fate cannot be eluded forever y/n

You look in His magenta eyes, they look back at you but they seem like they are mocking you. 'You really thought this was gonna last y/n?' They mocked over and over but deep down you knew they didn't mean it; glass picks at his eyes like a vestige leaking its warmth trickles down to his lower eyelash and stays put.

Oh, how you long to kiss those tears away but you can't… that lonesome tear mocks you 'you can't take me off! Yall are no longer together!!'.Lilia wanted to beg you to stop looking upset and that he was kidding and that he wants you to love Him forever til the end of your life, but he was scared 'His cowardly pride' didn't let him do anything but stand there….

When your life is as long as war the world becomes a blur, that sound of others sound like mere mumbles,faces of others become the same, but when you see an unfamiliar face your senses direct itself to that one person, making sure they are not a threat to the ones we love but as time goes by we find that those senses still lingers with that person.That person had lit a match to the soul letting an old heart beat back to life like it's mocking those drums kids play.

They made time stop in mere seconds,his sky was no longer a dull gray with clouds,It was shades of red, indigo,cream and violet and the sun was shining gently above him.The world around him changed so much it made him feel as if the clock tower of time had fallen and shattered like glass.That his cowardly hope to find another couldn't find him in this domain…A domain where time couldn't grasp him and where he can be free like those birds not like those crows that were locked in a dull and lifeless cage.

For love that was unrequited, he had to get rid of that hope to keep his pride,Love that was teased to life and took form as a weed in this everlasting garden but as all weeds they spread when they are not taken care of.So the gardeners take the weed and pull it out gently,for if it gets yanked it would take the other flowers with it.

Those weeds were ya'll relationship,promises that were left empty and lies that were built upon.You and Lilia didn't love each other did yall?, yall loved the company, the feeling like yall were normal was what got y'all drunk…

You stood there hoping that you were still drunk on that false hope that you were not sober yet…"God….just one more chance..take me back to last week when I confessed" you thought to yourself tears threatening to spill from your eyes,Yet the dam had already spilled over.A warm tear strays down your face and falls gently on the floor,your ears are screeching for you to stop huffing and sniffling.

Lilia turns away not wanting to see the despair he caused you, his own venom paints his lips to an unruly red.The despair that flows in the form of the tears you cried made him feel as if he was 'no longer human' he tells himself that this break up is for the best for both of yall,doesn't he mean himself? It only helps him hide deeper, making him more of a hermit crab than human…

He sits down beside you and stares at the eyes he loves oh-so-dearly,he has yet to speak. If you could talk you would say something along the lines of 'you and your cowardly pride and haughty shame'. But alas you were too busy beating yourself for being too Drunk on hope.You remember you two were happy, at least in that moment of time..this haunting and lonely memory is plaguing your mind was probably to the combination of two things:A cowards pride and A drunk believer.

It's been at least an hour filled with you crying and Lilia rubbing your back in an attempt to sooth the pain he caused. He is a cowardly lion in disguise as a lonesome lamb… when all was done and tears were cried you left not as the same y/n, no…you left as a seeker not a believer who wandered the plain of the earth in hopes of love but a seeker who wanted to seek the truth of yalls disoriented relationship what was the reason of yalls break up?

His lifespan or his cowardly pride?

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androidcharles · 10 months

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Rockin' the House Chapter 2

*accidentally posts the second chapter on AO3* Haha... whoops?

Uh, either way... chapter 2 is here! Along with chapter 3 I guess I'll be posting THAT in a minute. Here is where the band starts, but what kind of obstacles will lie in Amelia, Charles, and Dave's path?

(also @bluetorchsky I borrowed Accordion and Violin for this story, I hope you don't mind, I also hope I didn't make them too out of character...)

Charles looked at the board in the park nearby his home, looking for anything particularly interesting. A couple of places were offering some guitar lessons while some people were looking for help with moving, cleaning, and such. The public board was always fun to look at because he felt like he was connecting with people, even if it was something as simple as a lost cat or dog.

He skimmed the board and gasped as he noticed something that wasn’t there yesterday. He scanned the ad, reading the text as he smiled to himself.

OPENING SOON! Galaxy Bar Livehouse Drinks and live music every weekend!

WANTED! Local talents and bands for tryouts! Performs every month on the weekends! Call the number below for more info!

He studied the paper, taking a picture of it before smiling and messaging Dave.

Dave was sitting on his couch at his apartment, seemingly on cloud 9. The past week he had been IM-ing and chatting with Amelia had been wonderful and what was even better was the date they went on. There was only one person who didn’t seem to approve of his newfound relationship, but he would have guessed that Rupert wouldn’t be a fan of him dating a Toppat.

He didn’t have much to say but only warned him about what he was getting into. As Dave let out a sigh, he suddenly got a ping on his phone. He opened it up and his eyes widened as he looked at the message.

xXBold_Action_ManXx: You wanna do something crazy?

After a bit of chatting, Dave met Charles in the very same park he found the ad in as he stared at it, a little perplexed.

“A band? Aren’t you guys supposed to be doing other things? I mean there’s the occasional cases that you guys get and of course Project SAI isn’t going to find itself…” Dave said.

“We’ve been hitting a few roadblocks on that front. Plus this’ll be a fun little distraction you know!” Charles said, “I can play guitar and you can play the drums! Now all we need is a bass player!”

“Uh, do you know any bass players?” Dave asked.

“Hmmm…. Not really,” Charles said, “But maybe I can teach someone to play the bass! It can’t be that different from playing the guitar right? After all one has six strings and the other has four strings…”

“Some bass guitars have six strings,” Dave said, “And I don’t think that’s very wise. If that’s the case, we’d have to wait a while to try out because we’d be spending so much time trying to teach someone to play.”

“That’s true…” Charles let out a small sigh.

“But if you’re willing to do it, I’ll be happy to take part! Let’s see… tryouts are in two weeks, but these live houses always rotate out bands like clockwork. Especially since most of the time they get discovered by higher talents. So maybe in a few months we can try out!” Dave said.

“Alright, let’s see who’s willing!” Charles asked. So the two got to work messaging whoever they could think of, but found their efforts a bit fruitless.

Charles started with Ellie, who was a bit perplexed as to why she was being asked, but seemed uninterested.

RoseyRose: I’m tone deaf as heck, remember? I’m not gonna be much help to your band…

xXBold_Action_ManXx: With a little practice, you could be a good bass player! It’s all in the technique.

RoseyRose: Sorry Charlie. Maybe ask someone else? 😅

Charles messaged Henry next and got a less than serious answer.

N00BSLAYER2006: I’ll do it, but I’m only playing the triangle 😂

xXBold_Action_ManXx: Geez, I don’t know why I asked you to begin with…

N00BSLAYER2006: I mean I can learn an instrument, but we already have a lot on our plate as is. Maybe you should ask somebody else? 🤨

Charles figured that Dave would probably already be asking Rupert, so he got a little desperate and messaged General Galeforce. The response was expected.

H_Galeforce: I don’t think you’d want an old man performing on stage with you, you know.

xXBold_Action_ManXx: Yeah, I figured you’d say that. 😥

H_Galeforce: Plus it’s been a while since I’ve picked up an ax. I’d rather not take that risk, especially at my age. I have a feeling you’ll find somebody, don’t worry. Just don’t let it distract you from your work, alright?

xXBold_Action_ManXx: Yes sir.

“Any luck?” Dave asked. He had just gotten done messaging Rupert, who had given him a resounding “no” mostly because he had other things to worry about. It made sense, after all, if Rupert was going to become captain, he shouldn’t distract himself with frivolous things like this. Plus Charles deduced that if they spent too much time together, they would get sick of each other.

“So who’s left?” Dave said, “I asked a couple of people from work and they didn’t seem to be interested…”

“Time to get truly desperate!” Charles said.

“Who are you gonna contact!?” Dave shouted as Charles opened up his messenger once again.

xXBold_Action_ManXx: Hey

Burthalowmew9000: No

xXBold_Action_ManXx: I haven’t even told you anything yet, much less asked anything.

Burthalowmew9000: I’m gonna be real with ya, Chuck, it’s probably something I’m not gonna be interested in.

xXBold_Action_ManXx: Don’t call me Chuck… 💢 So you don’t wanna be the bass player for our band?

Burthalowmew9000: No, I don’t But Amy might

xXBold_Action_ManXx: Amelia? Why? I thought she only knew how to play the ukulele…

Burthalowmew9000: She’s been taking lessons from yours truly over the past few months. She might not be stage material, but if you practice enough, I have a feeling she’ll be in performance shape for whatever thing you’re planning

xXBold_Action_ManXx: Does she know how to read music?

Burthalowmew9000: Nope You’re on your own for that one, Chuck.

xXBold_Action_ManXx: I said don’t call me Chuck 😠 Well, alright I’ll ask her.

He quickly switched tabs and began to message Amelia.

xXBold_Action_ManXx: Are you busy?

GlitterToppatGirl: Yes I am, obviously.

xXBold_Action_ManXx: No you’re not, because that’s not your I’m busy message.

GlitterToppatGirl: Try again later. What do you want?

xXBold_Action_ManXx: Join our band.

GlitterToppatGirl: What

xXBold_Action_ManXx: You saw what I typed. Hold on, lemme send you the pic. pictureid20395018_0611624.png

GlitterToppatGirl: what

xXBold_Action_ManXx: Would you prefer us to talk about this IRL?

GlitterToppatGirl: What? I mean, yeah. Uh, IDK why you’re bugging me about this though…

xXBold_Action_ManXx: Than let’s meet at the cafe and we can chat about it there 😊

GlitterToppatGirl: 👍

Charles stood up as he motioned for Dave to stand up.

“We’re heading to the cafe to talk about this with Amelia,” Charles said.

“The one where-” Dave said awkwardly.

“Yeah, the one where I almost died, yeah,” Charles said.

“I wasn’t gonna say that but sure…” Dave said softly as they started to head out of the park. They walked down the street, talking about various songs they liked as they headed into the cafe. Charles tried to put on air of confidence as Dave shrunk back a bit, almost trying to hide behind Charles.

“Let’s just sit somewhere and wait for her, OK? She might be a bit,” Charles said, “Don’t worry, if any of these guys give you trouble, I’ll give them trouble back, got it?” Dave meekly nodded his head as they sat down at one of the tables.

“I wonder if they have any conversations about heists they’re planning,” Dave said softly.

“Nah, I’ve already tried eavesdropping here. They can’t exactly talk about much here without getting in trouble, because this is a public place,” Charles said, “Though I wouldn’t be shocked if there was an underground operation…”

“Do you see it?” Dave asked as Charles looked at the floor.

“Nah, nothing. There’s a basement, but if there’s anything down there, I don’t know what it is… ah everything is android proof these days!” Charles said, “That’s why I wanna blend in so badly, I swear.”

“Well, declaring you’re an android out loud is usually the first step but… shouldn’t you be proud of who you are?” Dave asked.

“I am. I really am trust me it’s just… there are days where I feel like I want to be normal, you know,” Charles said softly, “I don’t know if people can handle the idea of an android like me walking around…”

“I mean I still like you! Even before I found out you were an android. And there’s other people too who love you even if you’re an android…. Is this why you wanted to do this? With me? You want to feel more normal?” Dave asked.

“Ah, well, I guess you could say that,” Charles said, “Maybe just maybe… I can feel like a normal person…”

“I’M HERE!” Amelia shouted, slamming the door open.

“Ms. Amelia, would you refrain from being so boisterous when coming in?” one of the employees said as Amelia spotted Charles and Dave. She ran over to the pair, sitting down next to Dave and leaning on top of his shoulder.

“You got taller!” Charles said, “Did you finally hit your growth spurt?”

“Charles, can you click the link I just sent you?” Amelia said snidely as Dave rolled his eyes.

“What’s a link?” Charles said, “Ah, wait, that’s not why we’re here.”

“You wanted to start a band right?” Amelia said.

“I don’t know why, but yeah,” Dave said, “I’m humoring him because it’s not like I have anything else I’m doing between my job and… you know… wallowing in my own anxiety.”

“I’m sorry,” Amelia said, “If I had known how harsh they were to you back than… I would have done something!”

“It’s fine, it’s fine! I’m getting better! It’s been… a while, but I’m getting better!” Dave said, “And this might be a good distraction, you know.”

“Dave can play the drums and I’m the guitarist,” Charles said, “And Amelia, Burt told me you’ve been learning how to play the bass, so you can be our bassist.”

“Oh, that’s… great…” Amelia said.

“What’s wrong, sweetie? You don’t think you’re that good?” Dave asked.

“Stage fright? Since we’re a pretty new band, we probably won’t stand out too much until we do a few shows,” Charles reassured her.

“No, no, it’s just, I’m not sure… if… well, how long have you guys been playing your instruments?” Amelia asked.

“Well… general dad gave me his guitar when I was two and a half years old!” Charles said.

“And I played the drums in the jazz band in high school,” Dave said, “Though it’s been a while since I could afford a set to play…”

“Yeah, you guys have been playing for a while, but me? I’ve only recently picked up the bass guitar. Burt’s been a great teacher and all, but performing in front of people seems to be a bit much…” Amelia said.

“Don’t worry. We have about two and a half weeks to prepare. That’s plenty of time to get something prepped and try out. And if we make it, we’ll have plenty of time then to think of an original song or two!” Charles said, “Don’t worry, alright?”

“I’m in!” Dave said.

“Oh, what the heck. I’m in too!” Amelia said, “So where will we be practicing?”

“Mmmm… renting out a studio is a bit… pricey,” Charles said, “I don’t have a lot of disposable income between commission money and my allowance.”

“You get an allowance!? From who!?” Dave said.

“Henry,” Charles said.

“He doesn’t give you a paycheck!? Don’t you work for him!?” Dave shouted.

“Yeah, I get a paycheck from him too, I just consider the work commissions you know, like my paintings,” Charles said.

“Yeah, I get allowance from my daddy all the time,” Amelia said.

“Seriously?” Dave said, “You two still get an allowance?”

“What do you spend all your allowance on, Charles?” Amelia asked.

“Helicopter maintenance. It’s a pricey job, so I have to make sure to keep up. I’ve got all the supplies I need, but I’m short on cash this month because of it…”

“So renting a studio is out than,” Dave said, “Maybe we can practice at your place, Cha- eh?”

“No no no,” Charles said, “Our neighbors… are crazy… one time I played my piano at three in the morning… they acted like I committed a crime.”

“I mean, considering the time…” Amelia said, “What about your place, Dave?”

“Amelia, you’ve been to my apartment. It’s the size of a postage stamp. And my neighbors are crazy too. Like one time, Rupert came over to stay for the night and we were talking around nine PM and I got a noise complaint. And we were whispering too!”

“That’s out of the question than… maybe we can practice at the manor?” Amelia asked.

“Are you sure that’s OK with your dads?” Charles said.

“Well, as much as they hate what you did, they seem to really like you,” Amelia said, “And we just got finished rebuilding our music room.”

“Do you guys have a candy room?” Dave asked softly.

“Yes.” Dave’s eyes sparkled as he took Amelia’s hands.

“I love you,” Dave said.

“What about the band?” Charles asked.

“WE CAN PRACTICE IN THE CANDY ROOM!” Dave shouted.

“I don’t think my dads would appreciate that…”

“So, it’s settled than? We’ll practice at Amelia’s place starting tonight?” Charles asked.

“Eh, tonight?” Dave asked.

“Are you sure?” Amelia said.

“Do you have to work? Are you, uh, planning anything?”

“Like I’d tell you, but no.”

“Not really…”

“Than we have to start tonight. If we practice every other day up until tryouts we can at least be in performance shape. It’ll have to work out!” Charles said.

“Ah, alright, I’ll see if I can get us a practice room,” Amelia said.

“And before we head out there, I figured I’d pass this along,” Charles said, “Dave and I stopped by the music shop on the way here and grabbed this for ya.” Charles handed Amelia a book with music sheets for bass guitar players in it.

“Eh? What’s this?” Amelia asked.

“It’s sheet music. You have to learn how to read it,” Charles said.

“Why?” Amelia asked. Charles slumped in his seat before banging his head on the table.

“Why… why she asks…” Charles said softly as Dave chuckled.

- - - - -

Charles hovered the helicopter over the helipad on top of the roof as he carefully landed, checking his surroundings to ensure that no one else was around. He looked up to see Amelia waving at them.

“I’m a little nervous…” Dave said.

“Just stick by me and you’ll be fine,” Charles said, “Plus, I made sure not to bring anything important with me. I’m just gonna have to hope some Toppat isn’t petty enough to strip this thing for parts…” Charles headed out of his seat and opened the helicopter door, smiling as Amelia motioned for them to follow her.

“The music room is on the first floor, right near the gardens. You remember the gardens, right Dave?”

“Yeah, you showed me all those flowers you grow. And the greenhouses as well!” Dave said.

“Mhm,” Amelia said, “This will be a lot of fun. I got us a practice room booked for pretty much most of the night so we can practice as much as we want.”

“That’s good,” Dave said, “How long should we practice for?”

“Until we get sick of it!” Charles declared.

“So, an hour maybe?”

“I should probably warn you, if you want a snack, you’re better off getting them from me. The kitchen staff is quite kind except for the head chef. I don’t know why, but I was never able to really get along with them…” Amelia said softly.

“Who are they? I bet you once they’re hit with the Charles Charm, they’ll let me have all the midnight snacks I want!” Charles said.

“Please stop saying that. Um, well, don’t worry about it OK? I have plenty of food for us and if you want to stay over-”

“I’m not going that far,” Charles said.

“Ah, right. Well, here we are.” Amelia stopped in front of a set of double doors, opening them up to a wide circular foyer. There were various cubbies with locks on them to protect the instruments within, with several signs going on about ensuring that the instruments were clean before putting them away. Sitting at the desk in the office was a very bored looking Toppat with a musical staff going around his hat, obviously guarding the instruments so they could be rented out proper. In the middle of the room was a raised up stage, with two circular rows of seats surrounding it, obviously meant for private performances.

On the right were five or six studios, one with the recording light on while on the other side were several doors leading to practice rooms of various sizes.

“I’ve got a drum set set up in here so we can practice as much as we want,” Amelia said, opening one of the doors and revealing the set up. There were two music stands, two chairs, two amps for Amelia’s bass (which was nearby) and Charles’ guitar respectively and of course a bright beautiful drum set, which made Dave’s eyes sparkle as he practically barreled towards the set, his eyes glowing as he sat down behind it, kicking the pedal to create a small beat.

“I missed this feeling SO MUCH!” Dave shouted as he started to hammer away on the drums with the drumsticks.

“Well, I guess Dave can get warmed up. Amelia, did you read that music book I gave you?” Charles asked.

“Yep! I didn’t understand it!” Amelia shouted.

“You were supposed to study it so we could play music together…” Charles said softly as he grabbed his guitar out of his case, plugging it into the amp.

“Can’t you just tell me what to play like Burt does?” Amelia said.

“No, because if we write our own songs, you have to be able to read what’s written or else we won’t be able to play!” Charles shouted. Amelia shrunk back, but nodded her head as she grabbed her bass and opened the book.

“Uh, let’s see… Charles, do you think you can help me read this?” Amelia said.

“Ah, geez…” Charles said softly as he walked over to her music stand. Dave kicked the pedal of his drum set, smiling weakly.

“I guess it’ll be a long night, huh?” Dave said softly, mostly to himself.

For about two hours, the three of them struggled to perform together as they argued about various clefs and notes and such. But after a while, they started to get the hang of performing together through it all as they finally managed to finish a song together.

“You were behind by a bit Amelia, but you’re getting better,” Charles said, “I guess you’re better at playing by ear than playing through sheet music…”

“Well, I’ve still gotta learn it right. You’re gonna write our music?” Amelia asked, “Including the lyrics?”

“The lyrics… huh…” Charles said, “I haven’t thought about that. Uh, let’s worry about that later! I could use a break from all this.”

“Yeah me too. Amelia, I’m sorry I yelled at you earlier, I don’t know what came over me…” Dave said.

“It’s fine! We have to work together after all,” Amelia said, “Anyway, we can’t eat in the music room, but there’s room next door that’s perfect for-” As Amelia opened the door, she gasped as she saw two very large looking Toppats sitting in the stage area of the music room.

“Accordion! Violin! I didn’t know you guys were working here tonight!” Amelia said.

“Hello again, Amelia,” Violin said, “And of course, hello Dave.”

“Hi you guys… it’s nice to see you again,” Dave said meekly.

“And who is that?” Accordion asked, pointing to Charles. Charles looked behind him, mostly out of humor before Amelia let out a small sigh, slapping him.

“This is the Unit CC I was telling you about,” Amelia said.

“I’m not Unit CC anymore! I’m Charles Conroy Calvin! I’m an android just like Amelia!” Charles said.

“Ah, I see…” Accordion said, “So you’re the one Amelia was seeing behind everyone’s back, huh?”

“When you say it like that…” Amelia said softly, almost a little saddened by what Accordion said.

“We heard you guys practicing in there. You’re coming along nicely,” Violin said, “What song were you guys playing just now?”

“It was an ancient song. Charles seems to know a lot of them,” Amelia said.

“When I was working for the government, I pillaged a lot of bunkers. You’d be surprised at what ancient songs you can find down in those places!” Charles said.

“I didn’t take a former government agent for the pillaging type,” Violin said.

“Ah, well you’d be shocked,” Charles said, flinching a bit, “Hey Amelia, why don’t we try to come up with some lyrics during the week and see what fits us most?”

“Ah, yeah, that’s good,” Amelia said, “Let’s go eat and we can practice some more!”

- - - - -

Throughout the week, Charles, Amelia, and Dave coordinated their schedules for practicing together. It was a bit difficult to get their schedules to line up exactly, but that didn’t stop them from practicing on their own. Eventually, the next time they were able to meet up, they were more confident than ever before to play.

Charles had managed to write an original song after their first practice and IM’d it to Amelia and Dave, who had been practicing it all week. They were back in the music room at the manor for the second time this week, talking about what they had practiced.

“Did you have a hard time reading the notes?” Charles said, “I was half tempted to label them for you, you know.”

“Nah, I just used a cheat sheet,” Amelia said.

“I’d scold you for that if I didn’t occasionally use my android powers for things like that too,” Charles said, “How about we all play it together and see if we can keep up?”

Charles started to play the first part as Amelia tried to keep up with him, coming in on her cue as Dave drummed along to the beat. Eventually they started to match up little by little as the song came to a close. Charles had a bit of a disturbed look on his face as he gazed at Amelia.

“Amelia, are you sure you practiced what I sent you?” he asked, his voice a bit dark.

“I DID! I practiced it and everything!” Amelia said, “I practiced it so much that my dads got mad at me for playing when I wasn’t supposed to!”

“I practiced my part just fine…” Dave said softly.

“Well, you got a little excited on some parts, but you were able to keep up with me fine. Amelia was a bit behind though,” Charles said.

“Geez, when it comes to music, you sure are harsh,” Amelia said softly.

“I’m sorry I am! We have about a week and a half to actually get this done right and we’re meeting every day after this! I wanna make sure we actually sound like a legitimate band!” Charles shouted.

“You’re doing fine, Amelia, just make sure you’re paying attention to us,” Dave said, “You seem to do heists just fine. You’re always multi-tasking during those.”

“Yeah, yeah, but that’s different,” Amelia said, “I guess if I think about it like that…”

“That’s a bit ridiculous, but if it’ll help you play better, then do what you want,” Charles said, “Why don’t you run a metronome app while we’re playing too? So that way you can keep up with us?”

“And maybe you can use an editing program to make notes on the parts you’re having difficulty with so you can prioritize those a bit more?” Dave asked.

“R-right,” Amelia said, “Let’s see, let’s see… Charles what does that little symbol next to that squiggly line mean?” Charles gave Dave a pleading look, who only shrugged.

“She’s doing her best. This is the first time she’s ever been exposed to something like this, so it’ll take her a while for her to learn,” Dave reassured him.

“Yeah. Let’s run through it again and this time, let’s look at the parts we’re not doing too well with,” Charles said.

Two hours of yelling and practicing later, the three of them were sitting in the stage, a bit exhausted as they looked up at the ceiling.

“I can’t believe how hard playing music really is. I thought it was one of those leisurely activities…” Amelia muttered.

“It’s only leisurely if you don’t take it seriously,” Charles said.

“I guess that’s what we get for doing this,” Dave said, “Are you sure you wanna try out on the day of? We can always hold back for when they actually need people.”

“I don’t wanna miss this opportunity! Besides, once a position like that is snatched up, it’s usually months before another opening happens, even if it’s a starting club,” Charles said, “I know it’s seems impossible, but I have a feeling we can at least sound decent if we practice hard enough.” Charles leaned back a bit, staring at the ceiling before looking to Dave and Amelia.

“I’m sorry I’ve been so harsh on you guys. I guess my passion for music burns a little brighter than you two’s. If you wanna step out, I understand completely,” Charles said softly.

“You’re only harsh because you want us to learn, right?” Amelia said, “So it’s good that you are. I’m glad you’re teaching me how to read sheet music. It’s hard to understand, but it’s really great.”

“Yeah and this is the first time I’ve gotten to play legitimate rock and roll!” Dave said, “Even our jazziest songs didn’t get as exciting as the part you wrote for me!”

“I tried to keep in mind you’re a human and that you probably couldn’t play really difficult parts. It was so hard to balance simple and complex,” Charles said.

“I could probably play something with a triple bass drum, actually! I’ve done it before!” Dave said.

“Wow…” Amelia said, hearts appearing in her eyes as Charles giggled.

“Well, while we’re resting, why don’t we take a look at the lyrics we wrote? You guys wrote something, right?” Charles asked.

“Uh, well, I did write a few things that might be considered verses,” Dave said softly, taking out a small notepad.

“I wrote something too!” Amelia said, accessing her notepad application and scrolling through her recent files.

“Well, let’s see them then!” Charles said, motioning for Dave to hand him the notepad. He opened up his messenger application as he read through Amelia’s notes.

Sunset on the beach Finding myself approaching The full breaking point

And so I run off Into the grainy sand and Make my final move

“What the heck is this?” Charles said, “All these verses are haikus…”

“They are?!” Amelia said.

“Why are they all haikus…” Dave said softly, giggling a little.

“Don’t laugh!” Amelia shouted, shoving Dave as he laughed.

“It’s adorable! I kinda like it!” Dave said. Charles laughed as Amelia’s inseams steamed up a bit, putting her hands in her face as Dave planted a soft kiss on her cheek.

“Well, read my lyrics next,” Dave said. Charles scanned his eyes over the page, feeling a bit sick to his stomach as he read them.

The world going around A cloud of sugar and fairy tales Rising over the land Heading down the trails

And-

“I CAN’T READ THIS ANYMORE!” Charles said, throwing the notebook across the room.

“Geez, you don’t have to be that harsh, it can’t be that bad…” Amelia said softly, walking towards the notebook and picking it up.

“Those lyrics are too sugary soft… what the heck kind of message are we trying to send…” Charles said softly.

“Well, what did you write, oh great band starter?” Dave asked as Amelia cringed at the lyrics Dave had written.

“Um… I’m messaging it right now,” Charles said as Dave and Amelia opened up their messenger apps to take a look.

In a forest deep Black night sky above A fire rages onward Obscuring everything in sight Obscuring everything I love

Wishing for another tomorrow No hope in sight So I keep running into the night So I keep running into the night

“These lyrics are a bit dark…” Amelia said softly, “If we were a metal band, it would work, I guess…”

“Yeah, it’s almost as if they’re trying to tell a story,” Dave said, “Are you… OK, Charles?”

“Huh? Oh yeah, I’m fine!” Charles said, “I guess I’m not good at lyrics. Amelia, how come all your verses are haikus?”

“I guess when I think of poems, I think of haikus?” Amelia said, “They’re the first thing I learned how to write…”

The three of them were silent as Charles let out a small sigh.

“I really am sorry guys. I didn’t think this would be so stressful,” Charles said.

“I think you’re the only one who’s stressed right now,” Dave said as Amelia snuck out of the room.

“Yeah, but I wanted to do something fun together, but this is becoming less and less fun, you know,” Charles said, “Maybe it wasn’t worth it.”

“I’m having fun! I mean, it’s hard, but I’m having fun! And plus I get to spend lots of time with Amelia too, which is a bonus,” Dave said, “It’s really nice to be able to play music and write something all our own. I have a feeling we’ll figure it out as time goes on.”

“Ah… thanks for the vote of confidence I suppose,” Charles said, smiling.

“Hey!” Dave and Charles jumped slightly as they looked to see Amelia, standing with Accordion and Violin.

“So, how do you guys feel about a bit of coaching?” Amelia said as Charles and Dave exchanged some worried glances.

- - - - -

After a week of coaching from Accordion and Violin, the band was now performing much better then it had before. Amelia was finally able to keep up with Charles and Dave, Charles had managed to finally cool off and stop being so harsh and Dave learned to speak up a bit more so he could put in some input of his own.

At the end of their second original song, Charles breathed out a small sigh as he looked at Violin and Accordion for approval. Violin clapped his hands together, smiling at them.

“Much better than last time. I have to admit Amelia, you’ve come a long way since you first started playing,” Violin said.

“Hey, I wrote the songs!” Charles said. Violin only glanced at him as he shrugged before smiling at Dave.

“Dave, you’re also coming along nicely as well. You just have to make sure you don’t get excited,” Violin said.

“You sound just like my band teacher a long time ago…” Dave said softly, panting a little bit.

“Did you get over-excited in high school too?” Charles said.

“A bit too much. One time I demanded a drum solo… it was a jazz band,” Dave said. Accordion covered his mouth as he smirked and Charles and Amelia chuckled.

“Charles, I hate to admit this, but… you’re doing great as well. In fact, you may be the only thing holding this band together,” Violin said.

“Isn’t that a good thing?” Charles asked as Amelia shrugged uncertainly.

“Well, I guess we can call it for now… by the way, what’s our band name?” Dave asked. They all exchanged glances as Accordion leaned forward.

“You guys don’t have a band name? They’re going to ask for it when you go up there to try out,” Accordion said.

“I was more concerned about the songs!” Charles said, “Uh let’s see… it shouldn’t be too hard to come up with a band name!”

The three of them spent thirty minutes brainstorming ideas while Accordion and Violin helped the Toppat in charge of the music room do some organizing. After thirty minutes however, they hadn’t come up with anything really meaningful.

“I wonder if people like Dim Lighthouses or Fading Trails had this hard of a time coming up with a band name,” Amelia said.

“I mean, if you pick a random thing and add something melancholy to it, of course it’s a good band name,” Charles said, “But I’m not sure if I like any of these names. Who suggested the ‘Friends Power Squad?’”

“Uh, I think that one was me,” Dave said sheepishly.

“Hmm… how about we think about us? As a whole?” Amelia asked.

“You mean using our names?” Charles said, “Every time a band’s named after a band member, it tends to go south.”

“How about we use our old names? Unit CC… Unit AM…” Amelia suggested before Dave piped up.

“THE FRIEND UNIT SQUAD!”

“NO!” Charles said.

“Fine! How about CC in the AM then?” Dave said, rolling his eyes as he leaned back in his seat. Amelia and Charles exchanged glances once again before Charles beamed.

“That seems like a great name!” Charles said.

“Yeah, but what about your name? It isn’t-” Amelia started before Dave shook his head.

“I just came up with it off the top of my head. It doesn’t have to include my name,” Dave said.

“Are you sure?” Amelia said, her eyes dark with concern as Dave nodded his head.

“I’m sure, Amelia. Besides, it’s a cool name. It feels a bit more unique you know,” Dave said.

“Maybe we can call ourselves CC in the AM with Dave?” Charles suggested.

“NO!”

“That’s kinda stupid actually…” Charles flinched at the feedback as they both giggled. Amelia motioned for the two of them to stand up.

“We should probably get back to practicing. After all, we’ve only got a few days before the tryouts,” Amelia said.

“Yes, let’s do it! Let’s practice till we’re perfect!” Charles shouted.

- - - - -

The day of the tryouts officially came forward, with many messages along the lines of “Good luck!” and “You can do it!” filling their inboxes, they made their way to the live house to finally try out.

The three of them sat nervously in the audience area as they listened to the bands audition. There were a few more bands then they had anticipated and some were actually being rejected. They had a feeling some of them were already established bands, some had some followings on social media according to some internet searches.

The person in charge of the auditions and the live house owner, Ozwald Galaxy, seemed to have some criticism for each of the bands that performed. Which made them even more nervous then they already were.

“Alright, let’s see… CC in the AM?” Ozwald called out as Charles took a deep breath, confidently striding up as Amelia tried to fake some confidence, but was struggling a bit. Dave was already an anxious mess, so he practically scurried up to the stage when Charles and Amelia snapped at him to come on up already as Charles plugged in his guitar into the provided amp. Amelia did the same as they tuned their instruments, Dave getting used to the drums as they looked at Ozwald, who looked a little bored.

xXBold_Action_ManXx: Play with confidence. Break a leg.

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They played both of their original songs, without lyrics of course as they tried not to pay attention to any little mistakes. Play with confidence and don’t let the pressure get to you. That was the advice that Charles took to heart and hoped that Amelia and Dave would do the same as well.

When they finally finished the last bar of their song, Charles breathed a sigh of relief as he looked at Ozwald hopefully, a little perplexed when he had a sort of confused expression on his face.

“Is there any reason you guys don’t have lyrics to those songs yet?” Ozwald asked.

“Ah, well… we were going to write lyrics but… we haven’t really come up with anything that really matches our sound yet,” Charles said.

“I see, I see,” Ozwald said, writing something down on his clipboard, “I have to admit, your sound is pretty interesting. Very familiar in a pleasant way, very pleasant indeed. The bassist was off by a bit, but she adjusted as much as she could and improvised whenever she was behind, the drummer didn’t have much confidence when he came up on stage, but played like he had a thousand times, and as for you-” his eyes glimmered as he gazed at Charles “-you’re a bit too flashy. But your confidence is the only thing holding this band together.”

“That’s great! Right?” Charles said.

“I didn’t say that was a good thing. Your band mates need to build up their own confidence rather then relying on your own or they’ll struggle in the end,” Ozwald said, “But you guys seem to have a very unique sound. I really like it a lot. So, if I give you about two more weeks to prepare, would you be willing to perform again in front of an audience?”

Charles looked at Amelia in great shocked as Dave pinched his arms as if to check if he was dreaming.

“We got the gig?” Amelia asked.

“Yes, you did. I want you to perform in July, on the fifteenth. You can manage that much, right?” Ozwald said.

“We’ll show you our best, sir!” Charles said.

“That’s what I like to hear,” Ozwald said, drawing a circle on his clipboard before he looked down the list again, “Next up is Round-Up Gang!” Charles and the others cleared the stage as Amelia bounced up and down, Dave taking deep breaths as they exited the live house, almost turning in a tornado of energy as they ran down the street before sitting on a nearby bench.

“I can’t believe… I can’t believe we actually did that!” Amelia said.

“Well, believe it!” Charles said, “I can’t believe we did it either!”

“I can’t believe you weren’t scared of that Ozwald guy!” Dave said, “He seemed so cold and merciless.”

“Oh come on, he was like a kitten compared to half of the sergeants I had to deal with in the government forces,” Charles said, “But he’s right you know. In order to really play well, you guys have to build up your confidence. And I think I know just how to do it…”

“Please don’t make me do push-ups,” Dave said meekly.

“No no, I was more referring to Amelia. I was going to sing, but I was thinking that maybe you should do it,” Charles said.

“Me? Seriously?” Amelia asked. Dave nodded his head in agreement as Amelia shook her head.

“C’mon, you have a great voice! Plus, it will help you build your confidence a little. Especially when it comes to your performance,” Charles said, “Before you say no, think about it as another way to build you up and help you understand music better!”

“Well, I guess it can’t be helped,” Amelia muttered.

“You have a very pretty voice, Amelia! So it shouldn’t be too hard for you,” Dave said, “By the way, what are we going to do about the lyrics? Your lyrics are too dark, mine are too… cutesy according to you guys… and Amelia’s are too formal.”

“I think I have someone who could probably write good lyrics for us!” Charles said. Amelia and Dave exchanged glances, wondering who on the Great Continent they could trust to write lyrics.

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