#maybe a bit dilemma but I tried my best
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day 2: ryomen sukuna [breeding kink]
࿓ synopsis • sukuna just wants a womb to put his babies in but it changes when he fucks you.
―❦ nsfw, explicit language, f!reader, heian era!sukuna who has fours arms, concubine!reader, contains of a bit dark themes, licking, marks, pet names, humiliation, sukuna is being sukuna, a bit of fluff, sex addiction, fingering, cum, overstimulation [‘is all I guess?] • 1.8k • the first time I am writing for my favorite villain from jjk. Excited but there can be mistakes. enjoy! [kinktober m.]
“fuck brat!” a dark chuckling, mocking you as his crimson four eyes look at below - at the mess you are making because of his thick cocks inside your walls, deep enough to make it ache like hell yet magnificent enough to give you the pleasure no one can. “look at how my seed is coming out of your pathetic pussy.”
he doesn’t wait for you to respond- to even comprehend what he’s saying, holding your smaller face by the chin as his palm stays on your cheek.
he lowers your head down, making you look at his cocks disappearing inside your pussy, and a bit of his hot semen dripping from it to his abdomen.
“it’s-“ you try to say, sounding husky since you have only moaned, and screamed in the last few hours. closing your eyes, a jolt of electricity mixed with pain and pleasure runs through your body, even in veins, when he moves his hips, thrusting into you one more time before making you sit on his cocks once again - oh, his two damn big cocks should’ve ripped you apart if he wasn’t this gentle, surprisingly calm and gentle because he wants you to stay alive - you will have his legacy inside your womb after all, the reason why he fucks you for the past few hours.
“is it too much?” mocking again, his tongue on the abdomen takes a lick from your abdomen, traveling to your breasts from there, sending another mix of tears and moans.
“suku – aghh!“ a slap on the ass, “my king! oh, it’s - it’s too much! I can’t - I can’t -!”
he only laughs at your poor attempts, “you can’t?” he asks, not a question though, only a treat as he sounds like pure poison. one of his hands holds you from your neck harshly enough to make you shake in fear for a moment while the other free one caress your hair - the opposite actions of his two arms gives you a dizzying sensation that takes your logical side from you, giving you pure insanity in return.
“be grateful that I fuck you whore,” his other two hands hold your waist as he makes you move forward and backward, riding you slowly. you only hear your own breaths as if there is nothing left inside your lungs, eyes already blurred that look at his bastard but attractive face, hands standing beside you because you have no brain to use them, not anymore, not after he fucked you in 5 different positions already. “there are thousands of women and men who beg for my cocks, you know that, right brat?”
his hands move from your waist to your ass, grasping the flesh tightly – too tightly to leave red marks as you believe after feeling a sudden heat rushing to the skin he is holding, however, he doesn’t care at all – why he should anyway? you’re just one of his concubines – maybe his favorite one for the moment, and him showing you mercy and a bit of affection – unlike he does for others – doesn’t mean anything; you’re just there to take his hot semen every now and then, whenever he wants to fuck that pussy and brain of yours so that you can have his legacy inside you, heir to him – lots of heirs.
“puff –“ he says, scoffing after that, picking you up – a pathetic and cuckdumbed woman in his arms, he thinks, gazing at your half-closed eyes, agape mouth – salvia running out of it, “disgusting,” he says in a low tone but contrary to his words, his actions are proof that he likes what he sees because he keeps going and going until his eyes travel from that open mouth of yours he wants to put one of his cocks in, to your breasts full of biting marks that turned to red, moving to your pussy from there.
his cocks’ tips standing beneath your pussy that is pouring his semen ‘cause it is too fucking much.
shaking his head in arrogance, he puts your body on his lap with a bridal style, left hands staying on your back while a free one stays on your pussy, caressing it and he watches how your body begins to shake again, a hand is put on his chest, holding his wide open sleeve’s side tightly as if you have right to do that, and even your head fall into his shoulder, breathing rapidly yet lowly as he holds your body close to him.
why he does that – why he allows you to do that; remains unanswered.
he doesn’t think much, not now, he has a desire to put that damn semen into your wide-open pussy.
holding your thighs apart, his fingers – two long and thick fingers enter into your messy slit, white wetness joins into hot walls one by one, and it continues until sukuna is satisfied with it. “do not fucking dare to move now, woman.” he treats you. he sounds he is one step away from breaking your neck if you do move. you should fear him, you know, oppositely, you do otherwise, giving astonishing state to sukuna, making him freeze for a moment when he feels you getting closer to him, a hand travels on his neck, and a head sits on his shoulder, you even open your legs wider.
you don’t say anything, the mouth is too dry to speak aloud; he gets it though – and that gives satisfaction to him, and his responses end with a new position.
being the definition of menace for desires live within him, and you witness it when he puts you on the carpet, hovering below you as he cages you between his four arms, then, one of them appears on your abdomen, pushing it into the floor – gently yet it feels terrifying.
you look into his crimson eyes, hoping to see sanity inside them – what a fool you’re to try searching.
no, no – you think to yourself, conscious coming back even though you're high – he will not fuck you as a concubine now, he will fuck you as if you’re his queen, you’re so sure of it and the words slipping out of his smirking mouth prove you right.
“I will fuck so many babies inside this womb that you won’t be able to even walk, pretty slut,” a compliment, huh, sounds different than you thought, still, gives a jolt of happiness throughout your entire body that lying beneath his massive body, ready to take him one more – or maybe even more – time. “I will make a fucking queen out of you with my children. don’t you worry whore,”
the only thing you can remember is seeing his big smile – entertaining before the only thing you can comprehend is his presence below you, behind you, under you – hands conquers every part of your body because you’re his – the one who will give him heir, stay beside him, being a fucking queen of kings of curses. “you’re entirely mine now. mine to have – fuccck! – mine to fuck! and mine to breed.”
❦ tagging: @lilvampirina !
#💦 kinktober 2023 first week#kinktober 2023#day 2#ryomen sukuna#jjk#jujutsu kaisen#sukuna x f!reader#sukuna x reader#sukuna x you#sukuna x y/n#jjk x reader#sukuna smut#jjk smut#💌 by me#red#THANKS FOR READING#I have never wrote for this man so it was a bit hard to stay in tone and cannon but I hope you like the final work! it was entertaining!#maybe a bit dilemma but I tried my best#thank u!
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Hi! I saw that your request box was open. Could I request a Alastor x fem!reader who is a mornigstar, charlie's older sister and she is engaged with Alastor. In episode 5, Dad beat Dad, I thought their relationship is kept secret and was revealed later on shocking lucifer and their friends
Dad beat Fiancé beat Dad
Pairings: Alastor x Fem!Reader / Alastor x Morningstar!Reader
Tags: hurt/comfort, (a little bit of) fluff, secret relationship/engagement, Alastor vs Lucifer, Morningstar!Reader, Fem!Reader
Warnings: language/swearing, kiss, argument/bickering, reader is Charlie’s older sister, English is not my first language!
Summary: You are Charlie's older sister and secretly engaged to Alastor. When your sister invites your father to the hotel to ask for his help with her rehabilitation program, you look forward to his arrival. However, things take a turn when tensions escalate between your father and your fiancé, leading to heated bickering. Overcome with frustration, you finally lash out and accidentally reveal your engagement to the King of Hell and the hotel's residents.
Wordcount: 5.4k
A/N: This one turned out so long! I really hope you like it and that the story meets your expectations! English is not my first language so I want to apologize for possible grammar and spelling mistakes. I really tried my best to make as few mistakes as possible!
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“Well, I’m actually running a hotel to rehabilitate sinners. Maybe you saw our commercial,” you heard your younger sister speak into the telephone, releasing a nervous chuckle here and there. Then a sigh escaped her lips. “Listen, dad, I’ve got kind of a big ask…” You stood a few feet away and stared at her, unsure what to think of this whole idea. Was it really that smart to ask your father to organize another meeting with heaven? The last one already didn’t end well. But what other choice was left for you? Still, it released a weird feeling inside your guts, now that you watched Charlie calling your dad, since your and your sister’s relationships with him were kind of… special. Your father tended to distance himself from the both of you for the most time, bathing in his own emotional dilemma and not even trying to do anything about it. Thus neglecting the both of you. Well, at least he called your sister five months ago regarding that meeting with Adam in heaven’s local embassy. But when it comes to you it’s been even longer since you’ve talked. Maybe a year? Or even longer. You didn’t actually know and also some part within you didn’t even want to. But what you knew is that you missed him. Although, in contradiction, you weren’t really fond of him at the moment. It’s not that you didn’t love him. He was your father, regardless, and you both shared a lot of wholesome and fun memories. But since your mother had left him seven years ago, things had turned out strange and you didn’t really approve of his weird-ass behavior towards you and your sister. Still, you hoped your father would agree to help you out. Maybe, just maybe, there was a probability that you saw him again. You had so much to tell him. Your life has changed a lot since you started supporting your sister in the hotel. And even before, when you met Alastor…
Lost in your thoughts you missed parts of the phone call and as your consciousness returned to reality, you saw your sister taking the phone down and ending the call. Curious about the outcome you cocked your head. “What did he say?”
“Well,” Charlie stared at an empty space for a brief moment, “it seems that dad will be coming over.”
Your mouth fell agape and your eyes widened in surprise. “Wait, really?” you asked her and a huge smile grew on your face. “That’s awesome! When?”
Charlie proudly straightened her back and stemmed her hands into her hips. “We have an hour until he gets here.”
You turned around to face the other residents who sat on the couch and raised your voice, “Okay people. Dad’s on his way, so we’re getting this place presentable and we are all going to make an amazing impression. Let’s go!”
That’s when Vaggie spoke up, “That’s a great idea! Husker, Angel and I will go get some decorations for the lobby,” her eyes wandered down to Niffty, “Niffty, you and Sir Pentious will bake some cookies so we have something to eat when it’s time for coffee.”
Nifty nodded exaggeratedly, almost vibrating from that force she put into her motion. She instantly grabbed Sir Pentious’s hand and dragged him down the hallway towards the kitchen. When Husker, Angel and Vaggie went to get the decorations from the storage room you and Charlie were left alone.
“Are you as excited as I am?” You asked her with a moving voice and examined your sister expectantly. It was no secret that Charlie took that whole situation with your father a bit differently from you. While you almost imploded waiting to get a chance to meet him again, your sister was more reserved and kept herself a bit more distant from him. Even though she was the one your father seemed to favor when it came to dealing with the conflict with heaven. It didn’t matter that you were the older daughter…
“Ahm… I don’t know,” Charlie responded nervously stroking her neck, “I mean, yes, I am. But at the same time…” She hesitated and you put your hand on her shoulder.
“Don’t worry, sis. I can understand,” you reassured her with a calm voice and smiled at her with genuine eyes. You could feel her shoulders relax under your supporting gesture.
“Thank you,” she responded and returned your smile. “It’s just… You know, since he and mom split, I often don’t feel like his daughter anymore. Yet he sounded very excited to come over.”
You took a deep breath and removed your hand from her shoulder. “We’ll see how things are going when he arrives.”
Charlie chuckled. “Well, I think you should go and inform Alastor about our special guest,” she requested, raising her eyebrows in concern. Charlie was the only person at the hotel who knew about your secret relationship with him. When you decided to knock on the door to propose your support to your sister, you and Alastor were already dating. In fact, you were the one who dragged him here because – regardless of his fearful and sketchy reputation – you knew he’d make a great hotelier and protector for the residents during future exterminations. But you both didn’t introduce yourselves as a couple right away. Instead, you found common ground in letting your sister know but keeping it hidden from the other residents. There were several reasons you both had decided against making your relationship public: Alastor’s reputation as the Radio Demon, yours as Lucifer’s oldest daughter, the gossip, the media… These and many more were all things you didn’t want to deal with. Especially since Alastor was a very private person who despised showing affection outside his private space and you, as a person who had no desire to brag about your partner, were totally fine with it. What happened in private chambers stayed in private chambers. That was your agreement, and if you let your friends know about your relationship, there would be too much risk that it would eventually become public. The only other person next to Charlie, and outside the hotel, who knew about your and Alastor’s connection, was his decades-long friend Rosie.
Repeating your sister's request in your head you nodded in agreement. It was the best to prepare Alastor. Even though an hour alone wouldn’t be long enough for him to digest the fact that he was about to meet your father. “Oh, I think he’ll be excited about the news,” you responded with a sarcastic tone and couldn’t help but release a malicious laugh. Oh, how much he will hate this...
You heard Charlie laughing along and shaking her head in amusement. But as quickly as the amusement appeared, it disappeared as you continued to think about the fact that Alastor was actually going to meet your father. With a deep breath you dropped your smile and lowered your voice. “Do you think it would be a good idea to tell dad about Alastor and me?”
“Ahm…” Charlie seemed to think about it more carefully before commenting, “I actually don’t know… I wish I could tell you but that’s something you and Alastor have to decide. First of all, I’d wait until after they had their first impressions of each other. Then… maybe… introduce him to the truth? I mean, if you and Alastor plan to stay together, what I hope – I mean… It’s obvious, why else would you date if it isn’t for staying together?” She chuckled at how much she was lost in her words and cleaned her throat. “I’m sorry. What I mean to say is that it would be beneficial for your shared future if you let dad know. At least at some point in the future.”
You nodded in understanding and gifted her a slight smile. “Thank you. Maybe I’ll talk to him about this later. First of all, I need to prepare him for meeting his soon-to-be father in law.” You laughed and excused yourself before you left the lobby and went upstairs.
When you arrived at Alastor’s radio station you knocked on the door.
“You may come in!” you heard Alastor’s dulled voice through the door and opened it. When you entered the radio station you immediately saw him sitting at his desk, leaning over some papers and holding a pen in his hand. When you closed the door, he placed the pen to the side and turned to look at you.
“Why hello, darling,” he greeted you, his signature smile on his face but his red eyes revealing a neutral expression. “What brings you here?”
“Well...” You took a deep breath and strolled towards him with your hands folded behind your back and your lips pressed to your teeth. “I’ve got some news for you that you’ll probably hate.”
“Oh?” he responded curiously and tilted his head to the side. His red hair swayed with the movement.
You arrived at his desk and leaned against the tabletop, your front mostly faced towards him. You tilted your head in the same direction as he did and couldn’t manage to suppress an amused smile. “My dad will be here in less than an hour,” you said with a cocky voice and watched Alastors expression shift as his lips curled up around his smile and his eyes immediately twitched. An awkward silence fell over the room before he broke it with a snippy tone, “You’re right. I hate that news.” His neck returned to a straight and more natural position and you chuckled.
“Vaggie’s the one to blame. She came up with the idea that Charlie should call him to ask for help because she could no longer bear seeing my sister ripping her hair out in despair over her missing rehabilitation success,” you explained and a growl escaped Alastor’s throat. He already didn't like Vaggie and now he probably liked her even less.
“Splendid,” he said without enthusiasm and stood up from his chair, grabbing his microphone cane and leaning on it. Now taller than you, you had to tilt your head back to be able to look him in the eyes. “How about I excuse myself and disappear for another set of seven years?”
“Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no,” you responded, raised your index finger and waved it in front of him. “You will stand your ground and behave. It’s just my dad.”
“He’s the king of hell, darling.”
“And that's why you'll be going down there and prove to him that you're a worthy partner for his princess daughter.”
He gritted his teeth and your smile widened as you nonchalantly brushed the wrinkles out of his coat.
“Are you questioning my abilities, darling?” He asked, placing one of his hands on top of yours, thus stopping your movements and squeezing it.
You felt your cheeks blush at his affectionate action and stepped closer to him, your body now close enough that it almost touched his. You could feel the warmth radiating off him and tilted your head slightly, your eyes still locked with his. “No, I’m not. And that’s exactly why I want you to do as I said.”
“Oh, is her dear royal highness misusing her mightiness to give me an order?” he asked with a low and unusually soft voice and a shiver ran down your spine. Oh, how you loved it when he became flirty. His charm was able to captivate you instantly, weakening your legs and waking those tingling butterflies in your stomach. He removed your hands from his coat and pulled you closer to him. Your body now touching his, you felt the urge to rest your head into the crook of his neck but resisted.
“She indeed is. And you better behave, peasant,” you teased him back and Alastor narrowed his eyes at you degrading him like this.
He let go of one of your hands and instead cupped your cheek before using his fingers to lift your chin up. “You seem to forget that I’m your finacé”, he purred, leaning in closer until only a few inches separated your noses from touching. His hot breath stroked your face and you could’ve sworn that his eyes had turned to a darker hue.
Without further hesitation he pulled you into a tender kiss. His lips brushed over yours and you leaned in closer, succumbing yourself completely to him. Your free hand roamed up and slid through his hair, pressing his face closer to yours. After a few moments of togetherness both of you let go of each other.
“We should return to the foyer. My dad can arrive any minute,” you said and stroked his cheek before heading towards the door. You could hear Alastor sigh behind you.
“Just as a reminder: I can’t promise you things will go well.”
You rolled your eyes as you left the radio station together. “At least try.”
After you entered the foyer most preparations were already done and it didn’t take long until your father arrived. Your body was shaking from excitement as you and Charlie went up to the door and your sister opened it.
"Charlie!,” your father shouted with joy. A huge grin sat on his face and his yellow eyes sparkled as his gaze fell on your sister who stood much closer to him. He held out his arms and approached her, pulling her into a hug. “It’s so good to see you!”
“It’s good to see you too, dad,” Charlie pressed through the tight hug of her father, overwhelm and a little bit of uncomfort in her expression.
When Lucifer let go of her his eyes fell on you. "Y/N! You’re here too?” his pupils dilated in surprise and you immediately found yourself wrapped in his arms as well.
“Dad!” you greeted him as you placed your hands around his torso and squeezed, the soft fragrance of his cologne entering your nose. He smelled the same he always did, the scent taking you back to the past when your family was still together and healthy. It was wonderful to be this close to him after such a long time and you wished this moment could last longer. You looked to the side and saw Alastor standing near your sister. But what you didn’t see was one of his eyes twitching at your father’s gesture.
You let go of each other and Charlie held out her hand, spinning and pointing at the lobby. “Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel!”
The other residents greeted him with waving hands from afar and your father smiled back at them, walking through the lobby and letting his gaze wander around. “Wow, this place looks, uh…” he twisted his mouth in an unpleasant manner and frowned, searching for the right words. He chuckled nervously and you and Charlie exchanged glances as he stammered around, turning to the side and surveying the establishment as if he was a property inspector. You could tell that nervousness spread across Charlie’s face as she probably hoped his words wouldn’t be too dismissive. You shrugged your shoulders at her to dismiss your father’s unsettling behavior and followed him.
“What do you think, dad?” you dared to ask him in hopes he’d come up with a response a little faster if you pushed on him a little.
“It’s got a lot of character,” he eventually said and winched with a squeak when he turned around and laid eyes on the bar. “What in the unholy hell is that?” he asked repulsively and pointed to the swampy-looking counter decorated with skulls and two full snake skeletons wrapped around the poles. The green wood paneling disrupted the noble red wallpaper of the looby, making it appear like an eyesore amidst the otherwise mostly luxurious decor.
A dark shadow crawled around the floor and took the form of Alastor who appeared right next to him. “Just some of the renovations we had done! ” he explained, pointing his cane at the bar, his signature smile wide and confident before he turned towards Lucifer and leaned on his cane. “Adds a bit of color, don’t you think?”
“And you are?” Lucifer asked with raised eyebrows, a skeptical tone in his voice.
You, again, exchanged glances with Charlie and held your breath. The moment has come in which your father and your financé had their first contact and somehow you got the feeling that this won’t end well. Your sister seemed to be fearing the same and she stepped closer to you. Her presence calmed your tension at least a little.
“Alastor,” your finacé introduced himself, “Pleasure to be meeting you, sir. Quite a pleasure!” He shook your fathers hand and you could see the disapproval in both their eyes, before they let go. Your father grimaced while Alastor wiped his hands over his coat.
This most definitely won’t end well. But before you and Charlie could say something, Alastor continued, “It’s nice to finally put a face to the name. You are much shorter in real life.”
You breathed in sharply. Your father didn’t seem to take his comment well as his expression immediately turned to annoyance. You and Charlie both approached them, your sister standing next to your father while you kept closer to Alastor. You really hoped that he’d notice your disapproval over how things were going and slow down a bit. But you knew him well enough to be sure he wouldn’t notice the tension in the room and also wouldn't care if he did.
“Who is this?” your father asked, his eyes fixated on the demon before him. “Who’s this now? Are you the bellhop?”
Alastor laughed in response. “No! I’m the host of the hotel. You might’ve heard of me from my radio broadcast,” he explained.
Your father pretended to ponder his words for a very short moment but then denied with a derogatory snort. “Nope! I guess that’s why Charlie called it the ‘Hazbin Hotel’?” He laughed at his pun, this time more maliciously. The tension grew stronger and you didn’t even realize that you held your breath and pressed your fists so tightly together that your nails painfully stung your palms. Your sister, on the other hand, nervously rubbed her hands.
Hiding his offense, Alastor piled into your father’s laughter, “It was actually my idea.”
“Well, it’s not very clever!” your father responded, increasing his laugh.
Alastor did the same and leaned in closer, “Fuck you.”
“Alastor!” you yelled at him in shock and disbelief over his rude words and took him by his arm, dragging him to the side while your sister shoved your father into the other direction.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” you scolded him with a lowered voice to keep your conversation as private as possible. He’d never been someone who cussed so why did he have to do this now of all times?
“He started it,” Alastor explained, keeping his face turned in the other direction to avoid eye contact.
You breathed in sharply, anger boiling within you as you hissed, “I don’t care about who did what. You were supposed to make a good impression!”
“Excuse me, dear, but it seems that your father and I don’t get along. And this seems to be based on mutuality. I don’t know if you noticed this but he already looked at me disapprovingly before we even exchanged words.”
Oh, you did notice this. But you didn’t care because in this moment it was important for both of them to at least pretend to tolerate each other. You couldn’t afford your father and your finacé to already disembowel each other during their first encounter. Important aspects of your shared future relied on their correlation. And… Was Alastor even listening to you?!
You snatched his cane out of his hands and spinned it around.
Alastor finally turned to look at you, his teeth gritted and his eyebrows pushed together. His gaze became softer as he eyed your expression but he still seemed tense.
“You’ll put this right, Alastor. Or otherwise…” You don’t finish your sentence and instead poke the pointy end of his cane between his ribs.
“Fine,” he growled and took his cane back.
You both turned around and saw Charlie pushing your father in your direction, her arm resting on his shoulder while she talked to him insistently with a calm but worried voice, “Without Alastor, we wouldn’t have been able to pretty it up this much!”
Alastor took a step closer, tapping his fingertips on his cane. “Charlie has a very unique vision,” he started and stood next to her, forcing himself to sound as honest and courteous as possible, “I am happy to fulfill her bizarre requests.”
“Thank you, Alastor”, your sister responded, ignoring your frowning father who looked anything but amused.
Alastor continued, “Quite an impressive young lady. We’re all very proud of her.” He wrapped his arm around her shoulder and Charlie gave him a genuine smile before he let go and turned towards you. “And her sister, Y/N, well…” He laid his red eyes on you with a genuine and almost loving smile and rested his hand on your shoulder, squeezing it slightly in an almost unnoticeable but reassuring manner. “She’s an extraordinary being. Introduced me to this very special place so we can give her sister all the support and assistance she needs.”
You smiled at him, grateful that he followed your request to at least try to make things right.
Your father growled and narrowed his eyes as he noticed the way Alastor looked at you, the demon’s hand on your shoulder triggering his already strained nerves. He snatched his head in the other direction to face your sister. “Charlie… Why don’t you introduce me to your other friends?”
“Oh, yes, of course!” she called out and walked up to the other residents. “This is Vaggie. She’s my girlfriend!” She pulled Vaggie with her who shyly raised her hand in a reserved greeting gesture.
Your father laughed and his mood immediately switched from annoyance to excitement. “Oh my golly! You like girls? So do I! We have so much in common!” He pulled Vaggie in a rushed embrace, letting her go as fast as he got close to her. “She’s beautiful!”
You felt your heart sink in your chest at your father’s opposite reaction to your sister’s partner and a strike of anxiety hit you at the thought of telling him the truth about you and Alastor. It wasn’t only the fact you both were a couple that made you this insecure but the fact that you were even engaged to him.
Alastor seemed to sense your inner tension and squeezed your shoulder again, now with more pressure and you were grateful for him that he hadn’t removed his hand yet. His closeness was exactly what you needed at this moment. You moved a bit closer to him, hoping that you both didn't appear too close in the other eyes, and breathed in his scent while your thoughts raced in your head. You reviewed the events again and realized that Alastor was right. You had little reason to be so angry (only) at him because your father didn’t really behave either from the first second. Hopefully you could somehow dismiss this conflict as a matter of miscommunication between them.
You watched your sister introduce your father to the other residents which he seemed to get along with very well – contrary to your finacé who seemed to be the only one he immediately despised.
You sighed and that’s when your father turned around to face the lobby. With a determined expression he raised his voice so everybody could hear him, “Well, it looks like I could give you some help. With a little bit of alakazam,” he wiggled his fingers, indicating a magic spell, “we could turn this place into something much more appealing! I mean, who needs a busboy now that you got the chef?” He faced Alastor with narrowed eyes and poked his elbow teasingly into Charlie’s side.
You could feel Alastor’s grip on your shoulder tightening. His smile turned into a strained grin as he obviously thought about saying something. You begged that he kept his mouth shut to not reinforce their conflict…
“Well, Charlie…” your father continued before Alastor could even say something, “I’m not almighty but I could give you a lot. Almost anything, if you ask for it. You know, normally, I’d charge a lot for my help but since you’re my daughter and I love you with all my heart, it’s a matter of course I do it for free. Unlike that sketchy prick who probably has some devious intentions in his mind.” He raised his cane and pointed at Alastor.
Charlie blinked a few times and pressed a nervous and drawled ‘Thank you…’ through her uncomfortable smile. It was obvious that she didn’t approve of your father’s comment but she also didn’t want to increase the drama by intervening.
Alastor took his hand off your shoulder and leaned on his cane. “At least I’ve been here from the start,” he commented and eyed his claws with a hint of arrogance.
You breathed in sharply but tried your best to keep your patience up as Alastor continued his monologue. “Let's not forget that I’ve always been faithful to you, Charlie. I support you, care for you and this hotel, and execute whatever you demand”, he exclaimed with such confidence that it was almost awkward listening to him.
“That’s true,” your sister responded carefully with a grateful smile on her face and your father rolled his eyes. “You know, dad, Alastor does a lot for the hotel and its residents.”
“No matter his capabilities, because sometimes, Charlie, there’s no substitute for pure angelic power, which – not to forget – also happens to be your blood!”
“Dad…” Charlie sighed and you growled, the anger cooking inside of you.
“Sadly, there are times a birth parent is a dud,” Alastor interfered again, his grin still as prominent as always but his eyes narrowed, darting invisible arrows at Lucifer. He straightens his back to appear even taller in comparison to your father, the arrogance undeniable in his expression. “Seems like the family you chose is better.”
“You’re such a loser!” your dad spat out.
“And yet here you are proving me right with every word you speak,” Alastor snatched back.
“You know nothing, you prick!”
“Well, unlike you, I don’t abandon my responsibilities!”
“How do you dare question my commitment?”
“At least I care for your daughters.”
“Oh you tacky little piece of–!”
You jumped between them. “Shut the fuck up! Both of you!”
you yelled as your anger burst through the walls you’ve tried to maintain hold of. Your voice cracked with the strain of suppressed fury and your appearance began to morph into a much more demonic form as pointy horns grew out of your head and your eyes turned a gleaming bloody red. “I’m sick of you bickering like children, you fucking attention whores! Is this how you get your kicks, by not being able to keep your mouths shut over such trivial nonsense? Do you even realize how goddamn irritating it is for the rest of us to be subjected to your constant squabbling? You know each other for ten minutes and already start pushing each other to the limits!”
“Y/N–,” Alastor tried to interrupt you but you stretched out your arm, pushing him away from you.
“No, Alastor, back the fuck off!” you scream, looking up in his red eyes and poking his chest angrily with your index finger. “Everytime I tell you to keep your shit together and make a good impression, you make things worse!”
Your head snatches around and you now stare at your father with the same fury in your eyes. “And you, dad, stop your irresponsible nonsense and don’t taunt him as if he were a punching bag for your own insecurities!” Now you poke at your father’s chest, towering over him with floating hair and fire in your eyes. “Because Alastor’s right! Where have you been all the time? Instead of helping us and supporting Charlie in her project, you didn't even contact us! Especially not me! The last time I heard from you was over a year ago! And now you come here, finally ready to help your daughters, and the moment you arrive you start lashing out at my fiancé to deflect from your own mistakes because you can't stand the fact that he was there for us while you preferred to wallow yourself in your depression!”
Silence fell over the room when you finished your rant, all eyes locked on you in shock and disbelief over your courage to attack the Radio Demon and the King of Hell himself in such a manner. Your heart raced, pumped your blood through your veins with such a pressure that you felt your whole body pulsating under your tension as relief washed over you.
“Y–,” your dad tried to say, stuttering and completely overwhelmed by your confrontation and what you just revealed to him. “You–, Your… fiancé?” He ripped his eyes open, his mouth agape in disbelief.
You breathed in heavily and closed your eyes for a brief moment, realizing what you just revealed, before you opened them again and responded to his question with a much calmer but also weak and tired voice, “Yes, dad. Alastor is my fiancé.”
“What the fuck?” you could hear Angel exclaim in the background but ignored him.
“Well…” your father hesitated. He struggled hard to find the right words and put his hand over his mouth, rubbing his skin like a stress ball. “Well, I’m… Wow…”
Alastor approached you, his steps echoing from the high walls in the silent room and he put his hand on your shoulder. Feeling his touch through your blouse, caused a jolt of electricity to rush through your body. It erased the rest of your anger and your appearance returned to your normal form. Alastor’s presence calmed you down to an almost relaxed state. You felt the need to lean on him but resisted because everything that just happened was already enough – for you, for your father, your fiancé and all the other residents who were forced to witness this nerve-wrecking spectacle.
You watched your father’s gaze roam over Alastor’s presence, from his head to his toes and from his toes back to his head.
“I–, I don’t know what to say… Uh… I–... I’m speechless,” he stuttered, unable to look away from the man that stood next to you and encouraged you with a little but meaningful gesture and with who you wanted to spend the rest of eternity with. “I–, excuse me. I need some time to think.”
Your father indicated to turn around and leave as your sister grabbed him by his arm, holding him back. “Would you like me to give you a tour around the hotel?” she asked him reassuringly in hope he would agree, what he then did.
“Yes. Please.”
Your sister gave you an encouraging look before she turned around and guided your father towards the stairs, Vaggie following right after to accompany them.
Now, you and Alastor were alone with Angel Dust, Sir Pentious, Husk and Niffty. All of them stared at you, speechless. Especially Husk appeared a bit traumatized by your accidental announcement.
“So… Mister fancy-talk-creepy-voice managed to slide into the royal family?” Angel asked you with interest but you raised your hand, interrupting him.
“Stop it, Angel.”
The spider demon pressed his lips together in a thin line and hummed.
You turned towards Alastor. “Are you mad?” you asked him, afraid that you damaged his trust by revealing your biggest secret you had sworn to keep.
Alastor leaned his head down sideways to look you in the eyes. His grin was replaced by a genuine smile as his red eyes surveyed your expression. “It’s alright, my dear.”
He looked over to the other residents, walking a few steps closer to them and cocked his head in an unnatural and unnerving way. His antlers grew in size with pointy ends while his eyes changed to a black color with red, moving radio dials as irises. “If you dare say a single word about mine and Y/N’s relationship outside of the hotel, I will tear you apart and hang your guts as flags on the hotel roof so everybody will be able to see what happens if you dare gossip about the radio demon and his lady.”
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confectionary clash - carmen berzatto
pairing: carmen berzatto x afab!reader (established relationship)
summary: carmy's girl is the human embodiment of a sweetheart. that is, unless it's that time of the month and richie provokes her.
wordcount: 3.2k
warnings: swearing, fighting, weaponized incompetence from richie but we still love him.
a/n: this was meant to be a drabble but turned into 3k words. so it's written kinda like a drabble?? (hence the lowercase i can't be arsed to change) but just... long. idk hopefully its entertaining. also, i don't mean to demonize richie, he's my favorite character i think,, i just love writing him as problematic lmao cuz he's so funny. anyways, enjoy!
as carmy’s confidant and girlfriend, you were always the voice of reason. with just a string of words, you’d be calming him down after a hectic work day, giving him a fresh perspective on his work dilemmas since you were outside of the restaurant circle. in the time he’s known you, he hadn’t seen you do as much as barely raise your voice. maybe the occasional snap, but you always follow it up with swift apologies and big watery eyes.
that is, unless you’re in pain. specifically cramps. the sight of you 180ing from a sweet girl with a bright smile and even sweeter words, to an evil sorceress with spells rolling off your tongue, inflicting curses onto anyone who irritates you is jarring. a bit dramatic, sure, but that’s what you were during that time of the month—dramatic.
carmy tries best to dote on you. you would never ask him to go out of his way for something, unless it’s grabbing a heating pad or water, but carmy wants you to. it takes prying to hear your desires and cravings after asking a million times, and you begrudgingly give in with no expectations. nevertheless, you end up with exactly what you asked for, or something close to it, and you’re endlessly grateful.
on days when you stop into the restaurant when you’re feeling down, carmy enacts this same routine. if it’s food, he’ll cook it for you; desserts, he’ll grab any extras marcus has (or marcus happily makes it from scratch if they're not busy, claiming he needs the practice). if you want snacks, he sends his right hand man richie out to grab them despite your protests.
richie does it often whenever you stop into the store, and he acts like it’s a chore sometimes, but everyone has a hunch that he really loves it. come on, twenty dollars to get a few items for you and pocket the rest for himself? plus a break from work? done deal.
richie wouldn’t admit it, but he liked taking care of you too. you were always a sweetheart to him, but it wasn’t in his personality to be as sincere as you, so this was a little act of service to show his love. besides, the year and a half you’ve known him has definitely earned you the title of a friend, and you’d agree.
now, you don’t ever want to seem ungrateful, but when you ask for a specific treat, you get disappointed when you don’t really get it. maybe it’s the fluctuating mood talking, but you always end up snapping at richie due to his poor choices. if you ask for one thing, he’ll get you the next, and you even suspect he does it on purpose sometimes. pulling reactions from people is his specialty.
it’s not like you’re a complete bitch about it, because he took his time out to go get you something, but richie has a problem with weaponized competence even with his new and improved attitude. you know he can get you the jolly ranchers you suggested, but he chooses to grab goldfish because it’s closer to checkout. it was annoying, but you never really brought it up to carmy. it's not like you needed to, it wasn't a huge deal. you figured richie could use the little break, and you don’t hate the snacks he brings.
except on days like this.
you were at the restaurant on a slow day, dragged yourself out of bed despite your cramps just to see your little grumpy boyfriend and hide in his office. even as you entered the establishment through the back you glared at richie (who sweetly waved) in passing, side eyeing a few of the newbies who ran in front of you despite their apologies. none of your usual bright smiles and cheery greetings. the bee line straight to the office was a clear enough explanation for how you were feeling.
upon entering, carmy looked up in a panic, which quickly melted into a soft smile at the sight of his girlfriend. “hey, baby.” he cooed softly, immediately scooting back from his desk to reach out to grasp at your waist. you let him, but pushed down the irritation, not favoring touch at the moment. however, his rough hands sliding a little under your shirt to grasp at the flesh of your hips calmed you down, earning a small quirk of the lips from you.
“whatcha doin’ here, love?” he asks, bringing one of your hands to his lips to kiss softly, still looking up at you.
you shrug, squeezing his hand, face a bit stoic. you’d been like this for a couple of days so he wasn’t surprised by your lack of friendliness. knowing you this long, carmy became accustomed to your monthly mood swings, and he felt privileged that you didn’t feel the need to put up an act for him.
“missed you.” you finally sighed, scooting closer so you stood between his knees. palms found both sides of carmy’s face and tilted it upwards a bit so you could study his appearance. stressed and tired. however, he seemed to glow at the mere admission of you missing him. it took a few seconds for his brain to rewire, looking up at you like you created the cosmos. the only reason you heard his soft, shy, ‘missed you too’ was because of the stagnant silence.
“hungry?” carmy asked, beaming from the attention. you shrugged again, allowing him to tighten his grip on your sides and tug you onto his lap. whining a bit in protest, you reposition yourself, legs falling over his lap and arms around his neck. your faces were closer now, and carmy looked at your sad eyes with a little pang in his chest. brows furrowing, he tilted his head and snuck a hand under your chin. long, tattooed fingers tickled at your chin, and before you knew it you were giggling and grinning while batting his hand away.
“cmon, i know you must want somethin’.” your grin was infectious and laced in his soft words. you hummed, already cheered up, and tapped a finger against your chin to make a thinking face. carmy chuckled, brushing a lock of hair away from your eyes and patiently waited.
a thought crossed your mind and you met gazes again. “i might go grab some little debbie snacks from around the corner.” you decided and nodded to yourself as if solidifying your decision.
as you started sitting up more, carmy’s grip tightened on your waist. “ah, ah, no. stay here.” he protested. soon enough he was calling out ‘cousin!’ and richie came bounding over, opening the office door.
richie’s face used to contort in disgust at any visual sign of affection exchanged between you and carmy, but he was used to it now. “what’s up, cousin?” he asked, almost seeming out of breath, eyes flickering between the both of you.
a short exchange between the two occurred: carmy asking richie to run to the corner store, handing richie a twenty, and richie asking you precisely what you wanted. you made it simple and easy, something he could remember: oreos and ho-hos, a midwestern's guilty pleasure.
“ight, cap’n, i’ll be back.” richie says, saluting you two before heading out. both you and carmy exchanged an amused smirk, knowing the only reason richie went was to get himself some cigarettes and hot fries he would scarf down on the walk back.
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in the twenty minutes richie was gone, the kitchen had gone to shit. the newbies had been running the wrong food to tables, online orders were filling the tablet nonstop due to a discount glitch, and carmy was close to losing it. sitting in the office, now alone with the muffled sound of your boyfriend yelling, you were more grumpy than before. arms crossed, you snapped your head to the side once the door creaked open. in walked richie with a plastic bag, inside of it holding your hope for a better day.
"what took you so long?" you frowned up at him, but sat up straighter in anticipation. you eyes almost shone as you looked at corner store logo on the bag.
"went the long way." he mumbled, digging in the plasic. the skeptical look on your face didn't leave as he pulled out an item and set it on the table. your frown deepened further as you noticed there was nothing at all you asked for, only met with a crushed sleeve of crackers.
“where are the oreos?” you sighed out, lips pursed in a bit of a pout.
“didn’t find any, so i got you some peanut butter crackers.” he mumbled, digging around the bag again, as if he didn’t just break your heart. if it was anyone else you'd believe them, but with richie you figured he just got bored of looking.
your jaw fell slack and you gaped like a fish for a moment, waiting for him to pull out more treats from his bag. but that time didn’t come, as he fished a pack of cigarettes out instead. “and the ho-ho’s?” your voice was hopeful.
richie perked up at that, putting the cigarettes down next to the crackers. the next second he presented you with a smushed mountain of brown and white concealed in a plastic wrapper sitting atop the palm of his hand. eyes flicking between the disappointment before you and his face, you frowned in disbelief.
richie only managed to emote as much as a ‘yikes’ face before placing it on the desk. “got smushed in transit, but tastes the same!” he gave his best attempt at a smile. your brows grew taut together and anger bubbled up in your chest. you were sure your face was quickly turning red.
“carmy gave you twenty dollars, and you come back with this?!” you hiss out, daring to look at the dry crackers and smushed up dream of a ho-ho. the sight only made you become angrier. this was something a senile old person would give you, not a competent 40-something-year-old man. his lack of care was clear, and you were boiling.
richie just scoffed—he had the nerve to scoff.
“no, not just that! i got a sprite and a few pack of cigs for myself and the guy.” he waved around one of them to prove his point. if you thought you were mad before, you reached a new level of anger. usually, you’d deal with the disappointment and thank richie for even going—aside from a smart alec remark.
however, the demon conducting your period for this month did not make your rational decisions seem clear nor enticing. as you shot up from carmy’s chair, you only knew you wanted to make richie as upset as you were in this moment.
with one finger poking his chest, you began raising your voice. as soon as you started talking, richie's eyes turned wide as saucers, exactly like a deer in headlights. a string of curses snuck into your tirade, between phrases such as “you always fucking do this richie!” and “are you fuckin’ dumb?! did you get dropped on your head?!”. you only figured he didn't fire back right away because he was so stunned.
outside of the office, the kitchen was calmer now. things were finally falling into order but still required carmy’s supervision until the sudden rush ended. the only disturbance was you. now, it was your voice yelling behind closed doors and not carmy’s.
the chef—in the middle of helping sydney plate a dish—just about gave himself whiplash with how fast he turned around to look at the barely cracked door of the office. there was the telltale muffled yelling, but what shocked him was it was clearly you yelling.
turning back around, carmy gawked at sydney who silently shared the same look of surprise. it was only until they heard richie start yelling back that sydney silently pushed him toward the door. it didn’t take more than a second for carmy to snap out of his surprise and march over to the office.
throwing the hand towel he was using over his shoulder, he yanked the heavy door open before all but body slamming his way into the room and slamming the door closed. the yelling was suddenly clear, as if carmy was being pulled out from underwater.
“YOU GET ME WHAT I ASKED YOU, OR GET ME NOTHING AT ALL!”
“THEN YOU’D BITCH ABOUT THAT TOO—“
“OR NOTHING AT ALL!”
“hey, hey, HEY!” the two of you were too busy at each others throats to even hear carmy enter, until his voice brought you both to a halt, heads turning towards him.
carmy’s eyes were immediately glued to you, not paying the least bit of attention to richie. your arms were stiff as boards to your sides, fists and jaw clenched, brows taut, and race beet red. the man had never seen you look like this before, and his instinct to comfort you took over. turning to richie with a look that could kill, carmy finally spoke. “what did you do?”
“what did i do?! except take precious time to get your girl shit she didn’t even want?!”
an offended gasp left your mouth, and you retorted instantly. “oh please! because a crushed up sleeve of crackers and a mountain of mushed up cake is just what i asked for!”
“you’re ungrateful.” richie pointed a finger at you now. carmy launched forward and slapped it down. he knew richie would never hurt you, and you knew it too, as you just rolled your eyes in response, but carmy’s instinct’s took over. richie didn’t even look phased, just irritated. carmy stood in front of you and forcefully turned richie around by his shoulders to send him to the door. if carmy didn't have half of a sane mind, he would’ve kicked richie's bottom with his shoe for good measure.
“go take a break chef! or do whatever the fuck, i don’t care.” carmy shouted after richie, and the man left with a slam of the door.
you simply watched the scene unfold with arms crossed and that same deep set frown. carmy turned around to face you as the air settled, a hand running through his hair. blue eyes raked over your tense form and carmy decided he would give you a little space to calm down. however, the second he saw your bottom lip wobbling and eyes grow watery he threw that thought to the wind
“hey, no, no, don’t cry.” carmy extended his arms and collected you into them. the tense posture you held relaxed into his slouched form as he held you close; one hand in your hair, and the other rubbing circles on your back as you sniffled.
a pit of guilt burned in your stomach and spurred you into attempting to bury yourself into carmy. blue straps of his apron rubbed against your cheek as you shuffled impossibly closer. usually, carmy would love this, but right now he'd do anything to not see you so out of it. shushing you, he pressed a kiss to your forehead.
there were a few beats of you hiding away before you decided to pull back a bit to face him again—and boy did you look pitiful.
the same cheeks previously bright with anger were now flush with embarrassment and stained with tears. a tattooed hand found itself sitting on your cheek, thumb rubbing under your eye to collect a fallen tear. at the touch, your eyes fluttered closed, and carmy’s heart broke at the sight.
“you gonna tell me what happened?” your boyfriend asked, trying not to make you feel even more guilty. his full attention was on you. exhaling slowly, your eyes fluttered back open and were met with those bright blue ones that always calmed you down.
“i dunno, i just-“ you shook your head and carmy waited patiently, “it wasn’t even a big deal, but richie just really set me off for some reason.”
“yeah, may as well join the club.” carmen’s words were light, not at all sarcastic, but aiming to ease you and bring out a smile. it worked, your lips turning upwards and carmy mimicking the half smile. he looked down at you with such love, head tilted to follow every time yours moved, and thumb caressing your cheek as he took in every expression.
your smile finally faltered as you glanced back at the office desk. “i feel so awful. he went out and got me stuff and i just yelled at him.” you sputter out.
carmy followed your gaze over his shoulder to finally see what started all of this. at the sight of the crackers and ball of what looked like mush, carmy scoffs in both disbelief and amusement, because of course richie would bring you that. turning back towards you, the chef finally gets it.
“baby, if someone brought me that shit while my insides were shedding i’d kill them.” he chuckled.
“really?” you asked hopefully, smile forming again.
“yes, really. even if i wasn’t goin’ through that i’d actually kick his ass.” carmy mirrored your smile.
nodding, you let yourself chuckle along with him. strong arms found you again and you were wrapped in a tight hug, allowing his squeezes to take away some guilt you were feeling. a moment passed and you knew carmy had to get back to work. with a sigh, you pulled back.
it was your turn to reach up and cup his cheek. guiding his face close, you met him halfway and pressed your lips to his in a kiss. lips moving against his, your noses brushed, and after a moment you let the kiss dissipate; lips slowly falling away from where they were molded together. one last peck was placed on carmy’s lips, as if saying, ‘thank you for being so attentive’. that earned an appreciate hum.
you both beamed, faces still close as you came back down to earth. “you gotta get back to work, and i gotta apologize.” you murmured and carmy nodded obediently.
with apprehension, carmy let you go, arms floating in the air for half a second as he walked backwards towards the door. “don’t go easy on him, though. richie lives for a fight. that was probably his anger management for the day.” carmy smirked, grasping the doorknob.
you just shook your head, eyes narrowed teasingly. before he turned to leave, you called out to him. “thank you, carmy.”
the man just gave you a confused look, chuckling. “don’t thank me, you're my girl.” with that he was back to work and you were left to your own devices. with one more glance at the monstrosity on the office desk, you left the room and went on a search for richie.
thirty minutes later, carmy was due for a smoke break and approached the back door. he slowed his tracks, lighter and cigarette in hand as he cracked the door and heard giggling. the sight before him was drastically different than before: you and richie sitting on a ledge next to each other, giggling and bumping shoulders. carmy breathed out a laugh at the sight and fully walked out. this caught both of your attention, grinning ear to ear as you clearly made up.
“hey, cousin!” richie grinned, and you both waved. figures.
#carmen berzatto x reader#carmy berzatto x reader#carmy berzatto#carmen berzatto#the bear#the bear imagine#carmy berzatto imagine#x reader#carmen berzatto imagine
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In Your Arms Tonight
Summary: Dan Heng keeps on getting nightmares so you decided that he should sleep in your room for a couple days. After another episode, he thought it was best to help him get his mind off it~
Pairing: Dan Heng x fem!reader
Tags: bottom!Dan Heng, nightmares, reader is a service top, clothed, overstimulation, handjob, penetration, dumbification, creampie, ig this is like comforting him so like a bit of fluff here and there
Word Count: 1.4k
A/n: Dedicated to a close friend, @scarlettjskipper. This took a while to make but i hope you enjoy!
Do not interact if you are 16 or below (17+)
A terrible nightmare is no stranger to the man who resides by the archives of the Astral Express. Every so often you’d find him strolling down the hallway of the train during late hours, trying to take his mind off the reoccurring horrors that haunt him.
Out of worry, you decided to let him sleep in your room for a couple of nights until he feels better.
Dan Heng felt more assured with you by his side, curled up under the same sheets and his head resting on your chest where he could listen to your peaceful heartbeat as he drifted to sleep. If only he could take you to his dreams too, then maybe he wouldn’t pray for more dreamless nights.
But alas, it seems the aeons had not heard his pleas when he thought he was safe in your grasp.
You awoke to his head lightly shifting on your breast paired with mumbled words you can’t seem to decipher. “Dan Heng, wake up,” you said as you tried to shake him awake. “Dan Heng!”
The man’s eyes shot wide open and gasped for air by the time he rose. Cold sweat covered him and the darkness felt disorienting. If it wasn’t for your voice trying to comfort him the moment he woke up, it would take longer for him to calm down.
Dan Heng groaned and rubbed his temples. For him, this is starting to feel like an endless hunt where he was the prey and the predator was hiding somewhere he cannot see. The last thing he wanted to do now was go back to sleep.
Anxiety and concern rushed through you as he faced this dilemma. You tried to imagine how it felt that even during sleep, you were still not at peace. All you can think of is that it must be difficult to go through something as tough as that.
“Is there anything I can do for you? Probably fetch you some water or….” you said, trying to provide him a bit of solace.
He shook his head. “Don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine. However, I do need something to get my mind off it right now,” he replied. “How about we lay down for a while,” he requested.
You agreed and laid back down on your bed, with your limbs wrapped around the man to cuddle him. Your lips pressed on his forehead as you combed through his hair and his face buried in between the low cut of your nightwear. Your warmth was a haven for him but it seems that the memories of the dream still lingered in his mind.
He wanted something more.
Your eyes locked for a second when he called out your name before his lips met yours. His fingers snaked up from the back of your head to push you closer to him. Taken aback by his abrupt actions, you slowly pulled away.
He looked down, unable to face you with such an absurd request. “I am aware I might be asking too much of you tonight, but-“
“It’s alright. I understand,” you cut him off short to spare him from his bashfulness. “But are you sure you don’t mind?”
He nodded. “I promise it will make me feel better.” Dan Heng found himself to be a fortunate person to have you by his side. Someone so understanding and caring whenever these sorts of things happen to him. Deep down he is thanking his lucky stars for helping both of you cross paths that fateful day.
Without another word, you mindlessly perched yourself on Dan Heng’s lap as your mouth sucked on the side of his neck, causing a silent gasp to leave him. One hand held onto his bicep, while the other made its way under his pants and teased his tip slowly starting to coat itself with precum. Your thumb swirled on its smooth surface before you began pumping him, making it harder than it was earlier.
Dan Heng shuddered. The cloth of your nightgown tightened around your waist as he clasped its fabric and you sensed a pang of pain when his teeth bit down on your shoulders to muffle out any loud noise coming from him. Indulgent mewls and sinful moans crawled to your ears the more you teased him.
“Don’t stop,” Dan Heng begged. His hips struggled to stay in place and his teeth dug deeper into your skin. Heat flushed his body as his abdomen felt like it was getting coiled with a spring.
Soon after, strings of white liquid squirted out of his dick and coated the gaps of your fingers. You brought your hand to your mouth and slowly licked the cum off. “Do you feel any better now,” you asked with sympathy oozing out of your lips.
“I still want more,” he pleaded with a huff, clearly trying to recover after being pushed off the edge like that. “Please.”
Unable to dismiss his request, you hiked up the skirt of your negligee and inserted a small portion of his cock deep in you while the lining of your panty pushed itself aside to make way. As you sank on him, cool hands made their way under his shirt and grazed his skin, leading him to shiver.
Your walls wrapped around him and your slick pooling underneath you the more your pussy frantically bounced on his cock, causing the bed frame to loudly creaked.
His hot breath tickled your collarbone as his face pressed itself on the crook of your neck, hiding the pink flush growing brighter on his cheeks. Dan Heng's mind was already in a haze, unable to think other than how your name feels when it escapes his mouth. It’s as if your touch and intimacy brought him more tranquillity compared to the times he’d spend his nights alone on his bed where he knew he'd wake up with shock and fear making his heart race.
Your movements started to get a little sloppy by the time you were pumping him balls deep in you.“Dan Heng,” you moaned. Even if you were the one in control tonight, you can’t help but debaucherously cry out his name, especially when his cock never misses your G-spot with the angle it’s curved.
However, you tried to get a hold of yourself in case anyone would walk by your room and realize what the both of you are up to right now. A part of you worried about that scenario turning into reality but the other side didn’t care when you were so close to experiencing such an earth-shattering high.
Your back arched and Dan Heng’s body quaked as if both of you were seeing stars. White painted the walls of your cunt while his dick was still inside you twitching.
You knew he’s been holding it in with how his body squirmed under you and his whimpers became uncontrollably louder. His tired body trembled and leaned on you for support. For a moment he was refusing to let you go out of his grasp. Sadly, you gently slid off his arms that clung to you and reached out for the box of tissues in the drawer of your side table.
You wiped off his dick, still sensitive after an intense night, and Dan Heng jerked. “Are you all right,” you asked off the bat while you crawled back to your side of the bed and saw him leaning on the bed frame.
He nodded slowly, his body leaning on the headboard and his tired eyes fluttering as his lids began to feel heavy. It seems he won’t be thinking about the dream until it’s time for everyone to walk up again. You helped Dan Heng rest his head on the pillow and pulled the blanket to keep him warm. For the first time in days, he was sleeping soundly again without staring at the ceiling for hours on end.
After sweeping his bangs off his forehead to get a better look at him, your lips pecked the side of his mouth and smiled at him as you whispered.
“Sweet dreams, my love.”
#honkai star rail#honkai star rail smut#dan heng#dan heng x reader#dan heng smut#honkai star rail x reader#roiree risque
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Chapter 1
Seasons
Matty Healy x f!reader
A/N: Hiii guys, I'm so nervous for this BUT very excited too!! I hope you like it <3
Warnings: swearing a bit?, typos maybe.
Word count: 3 K
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Every season has its colours, has its smells, has its traditions. Like every season, this love has its particularities…
Around November of 2020, England
“Matty- Oh my god!!“
The constant banging on her wall and the high-pitched moaning at the other side woke Y/n up. Quickly, she took her pillow and placed it on top of her face, trying to muffle the horrible sounds reaching her ears. ‘God, is she having a good time? Or he’s killing her?’, the thought crossed the girl's mind.
Most of the time they weren’t that loud, but during that morning they just seemed to not care.
It was useless, the sounds were getting louder and louder. Y/n couldn’t bear with it any more and knowing that even if they –luckily– stopped she wouldn’t come back to sleep. So, Y/n decided to go downstairs. Maybe one of the guys was making breakfast, which would help with the awful start of her day.
Her prayers weren’t heard. The kitchen was empty and no breakfast was made. She tried to cheer up a little, because Y/n needed to survive the day. To be honest, every day and morning it was getting harder and harder.
After a quiet but long sigh, Y/n started cooking for everyone. Nothing unusual since she tried to do it most of the mornings in exchange for their generosity letting her stay at the boys' studio –which was half Matty’s house as well. Spending the quarantine rent-free with them, listening how they recorded the new album and messing around was a true blessing if she tried to focus on the bright side of everything.
Well, they kind of forced her because they were very against Y/n spending those months alone in her flat. The boys cared about the girl as a best friend and as a sister too. They were a bunch of drama queens most of the time, but deep down Y/n was enormously grateful with/for them.
Thinking about the first months, Y/n couldn’t deny those were amazing. The entire group spent a lot of quality time, doing the stupidest challenges, doing Instagram lives for the fans, watching a lot of movies, etc. Although everything took a turn when another person joined the party. When Nadia arrived.
It wasn’t like Y/n hated her, in fact, it was the opposite which created a big dilemma for her. Matty’s girlfriend was nice and the idea of having another girl was actually comforting during the tough times. But Y/n wasn’t so fond of the situation for other reasons.
For a period –a very long one– if you asked her, she endured with it and put on her best –fake– happy face. Y/n’s acting talents were very handy at times. Although, her true feelings were still there, underneath the surface, where no one can notice them. Specially Matty.
Time went by and the whole thing was making her more anxious, and although the idea of leaving crippled into her mind at every minute, she couldn’t really decide. Y/n didn’t want to leave but watching Matty 24/7 attached to the other girl’s side was taking the best of her mental health.
Y/n’s mind was running fast with thoughts while she cooked, which made her subconsciously ignore the tall man coming down after he heard movement downstairs. George watched his friend move around, knowing more than anyone in the house about her sorrows. George was probably the closest to her out of the four guys. He was the only one who knew all of her secrets and kept it secured as if it was his own.
The drummer stared at her, expecting for Y/n to notice him, but he acknowledged that the girl was in another dimension. She used to do that more than she liked to admit. George could bet ‘the morning moaning festival’ taking place half an hour prior was the main reason.
Y/n finished cooking a big amount of scrambled eggs and turned searching for a plate when she saw George standing in the partially lighted corridor. “Fuck G! You scared the shit out of me!” she exclaimed while resting a hand on her chest.
“Sorry!” the big man shrugged his shoulders. “Didn’t mean to scare you, love.” he apologized, approaching his best friend. “Good morning.” he greeted her properly, and she huffed.
“Good morning to you.” Y/n answered sarcastically after G placed a kiss on top of her head.
“So, you heard, huh?”
“I can’t stand it any more, G.” she let him know. “It’s just a lot.” she continued, lowering her voice scared another of the boys could hear her.
“I know, love.” the drummer said with an apologetic expression. “But the lockdown is nearly over, and y’know none of us would like you to go.” G said as he searched for mugs.
“Why not? It’s my life, my freedom!” Y/n protested, starting to get annoyed. “It’s getting worse every day…” Y/n desperately moved her hands in the air trying to prove her point.
“Believe me… I know!” George searched for her eyes, keeping eye contact when Y/n looked back at him, waiting for his next words. “I’m not in your…situation, but I’m getting a little annoyed too.” G agreed with her.
“Yes, but it’s his house. He can do whatever he wants…”
“I half agree.” G nodded. “This might be his house, but it’s the place we choose as a studio, so for the time being its our place too…yours too!” George continued rambling, filling the mugs with hot water. “So, they need to stop with the noises.”
A comfortable silence fell between them until Y/n broke it again thinking out loud.
“What the hell can I do?”
“About what?” A third voice came from the hallway. Matty made his entrance wearing a tired expression matching his gray sweatpants and plain shirt. He approached Y/n, leaving her a kiss on her right cheek. “What can you do about what, love?” he rephrased his question.
“I- It’s nothing — Morning” she said without looking at him, instead walking towards the table bringing a mug with her.
“There must be something. You sounded worried.” Matty insisted.
“It’s something between Y/n and I, mate.” George said in a joking way, trying to distract him. “Something between best pals, you wouldn’t understand it.” he stated, rounding Y/n with his left arm meanwhile he winked at Matty taking a sip of his morning tea.
“Fuck off!” Matty protested. They usually have a competition about the title which Y/n find equally lame and cute. She easily felt the tension leaving her shoulders, relaxing thanks to their stupid discussion, knowing that for now Matty dropped his interrogation.
“Tell him, darling!” G urged her.
“It’s too early for this fight. Shut up and sit. I’ll bring the cutlery.” Y/n said, detaching herself from George.
“Y/n is just too nice to tell ya, mate. She loves me more.” the singer continued joking, obviously unaware of the real implication of his words.
“Whatever helps you sleep at night, Matty.” George answered, sitting at his usual spot at the table.
“Who was the beautiful soul that made breakfast?” Ross entered the kitchen and stopped in his tracks, closing his eyes and inhaling dramatically.
“You know the answer.” John teased as he appeared from behind Ross. “You know you don’t have to, Y/n.” the musician approached her and helped with the forks and knives.
“Yes, for the hundred times…I know, John.” she looked at him. “But we all know that I would feel guilty since you all never let me pay for anything.”
“Because you don’t have to pay us, love.” Matty said from his place at the table with his sight fixed on his phone. He and the damn nicknames.
“But- “
“No but’s, Y/n. We’re happy to have you here!” Ross said as they all sat around the table.
They were serving breakfast when the conversation took another direction -something about the coronavirus and all of that. At the same time, the last resident of the house made her entrance.
Y/n sometimes envied her. Matty’s girlfriend always looked immaculate to a point that you could never think she just woke up. Y/n knew comparisons were wrong, but it was hard to avoid them. The girl felt awful: her hair was all tangled in a messy bun on the top of her head; only wearing an old t-shirt -from a not so famous band--and a pair of pyjamas short; and she was not wearing any makeup meanwhile she stuffed her breakfast on her face.
Nadia was all classy and perfect, the opposite of Y/n. Maybe that’s why he chose her and not his best friend. Y/n knew thinking like that was also wrong, yet again she couldn’t help it.
Y/n witnessed how Nadia greeted everyone and sat beside Matty, flashing him a cute smile he returned. They were in love, and it was obvious to everyone. Y/n was so happy for her best friend to find someone who loved him, although for many years she hoped that person would be her. For years, Y/n hoped Matty noticed her more than a mate.
When they first met, Y/n thought she felt a connection different from with anyone else in her life, although that changed quickly. Matty proved to her time and time again he didn’t want a relationship with her or nothing similar no matter how flirty he was during that first night. And Y/n forced herself her mind and heart to believe it.
Y/n was very unaware that, at the time she met the boys, Matty felt the same way she felt, but the old Matty didn’t want to lose the new friend he encountered. As another way to self sabotage himself, the young Matty did almost the impossible to show Y/n they were friends and just friends. A decision he took while being drunk became a life rule.
Since that moment, since that night, their relationship was kind of determinate. They were friends, the best friends. Not that night, but after a while, Y/n became part of the family and even Matty’s family –both sides– loved her as another member of their family. Y/n felt safe and loved, something she cherished so much since she hadn’t had that kind of love back home. Her family wasn’t like them, the opposite in fact.
For the longest time, Y/n tried to ditch her feeling for Matty. Every time a new girl showed up, tugged under his arm, Y/n decided it was the time to stop getting hurt and move on. Even though, her heart couldn’t do it. It hurt her. And with Nadia was the hardest since all of them could notice it was different, more mature…more serious. Nadia was more than a random girl for Matty and everyone was sure of that.
“Penny for your thoughts.” Matty interrupted Y/n’s inner monologue, staring at her, while his right arm was around Nadia.
“What?” Y/n answered, coming down to earth, with a question.
“You were gone.” everyone was strangely in silence while they looked at each other.
“I was just thinking about the government lifting the restrictions. Meaning, now I can go home.” she half lied, while messing with the leftovers of her breakfast. Y/n did chat about it with G that morning anyway, and it was a reality Y/n needed to get away from the lovers for a time.
“I told her, none of us want that.” George interrupted their conversation.
“Of course not.” Jaime, who joined the breakfast table, said to her.
“I know, guys. But it’s been almost four months and I- This is not my- “
“Don’t finish that sentence.” Matty warned her, and she looked him directly in the eyes.
“It’s the truth, Matty.” she said, dropping her fork on the plate.
“It’s not, this is your house too, Y/n/n.” Ross, sweet Ross, reminded her. “At the same time, if you want to go back to your flat, I understand. We’ll miss your meals.” his comment made everyone chucked, except Matty who was studying every one of her movements.
A weak smile was plastered on her face while she stared down towards her plate unable to make eye contact with Matty. “Don’t get me wrong. I love being here with you guys, but I need my space.”
“If this is about some couple…” Jaime looked at Matty and Nadia “Waking up the whole house.” he finished the sentenced winking like a cartoon.
“For fuck's sake.” Matty swore under his breath. “Is it about that?” he looked at Y/n.
“‘Course not!” she looked at him trying her hardest to hide her feelings.
“I wouldn’t blame you if that’s the reason. I’m sleeping on the other side of the house and I can listen to them. You’re right beside Matty’s room!” John emphatically said.
Before Matty could say a word, Y/n exclaimed, “It’s not about that, okay?” she simply lied.
Y/n could sense George staring at her. “It’s what I said, I need my space, and it’s not like I’m going to disappear.” another white lie. Y/n was planning to do exactly that for a while until her wounds healed again. “You’ll still have to bear with me.” she finished her little speech.
“We can simply send the couple to your flat, and you can stay here in peace” Ross joked this time. All of them except for Matty laughed again.
“Stop with that, he will get angry.” Y/n defended Matty.
“I know it’s not my house either,” Nadia started saying. “If I can say something, I would like you to stay, Y/n.” she continued rather shyly. “It’s nice to have a girl around.” Of course, she was so nice. “I promised we’ll keep it down.” she looked quickly at Matty for reassurance and then again at her.
“Yeah, I know. I’m sorry you’ll have to survive with these boys, but I really need to go.” Y/n explained. “Another reason is the fact that I have to prepare to get back to work soon.”
“So, when did you start thinking about leaving? Since you apparently have a lot of reasons to leave.” Matty said with a strange expression on his face.
“Matty-”
“Are you that eager to leave?” ‘He was pissed?’, Y/n thought.
“Matty- “she protested, not knowing what else to say.
“No, it’s okay. I get it! You want to leave, it’s okay.” he stood up from his seat gathering the plates to wash them.
“Matty!” Y/n said again.
“It’s fine, Y/n!” he said more sternly, obviously not fine with the situation.
The rest of the group –included Nadia–, took that as a cue to leave the friends so they could talk. They made stupid excuses, leaving Matty and Y/n alone in the kitchen.
Matty went to the sink, beginning to wash the dishes. After letting a big breath out, Y/n stood up approaching where he was standing.
“Why are you so angry?” she asked him, folding her arms, standing beside Matty looking at his profile. Matty was stroking the plates with more force than needed for the task in hand.
“I’m not. I said that I got it, and it’s fine.” he answered.
“You’re obviously not fine, Matthew.”
“Do you want to know how am I? Perfect.” he stated, turning the water off and drying his hand with a cloth while he turned to look at her. “I really don’t get it why you want to leave so suddenly.”
“It’s not that I want to- “another big lie. She wanted to, she needed to.
“Bullshit!”
Y/n tried to defend herself, “I’m not going to disappear…”
“Bullshit!”
“Can you stop that?” Y/n stood directly in front of Matty.
“I know you’re going to disappear. I know you. We’re best friends and something is bothering you, I can tell. It hurts that you’re not telling me anything and I fucking bet you told George already.” She couldn’t tell him the truth.
“Is this more about that competition?” Y/n tried to distract him.
“Yes- No- Of course, not- This is about you and me.” Matty said, melting her heart a little. He was obviously troubled with the idea of Y/n leaving.
“Matty, there is nothing…mayor going on. Trust me. I need silence. You said it, you know me. I crave my space…alone.” she told him sweeter this time.
“Yes, I know. But you can find somewhere here-“
“You know that’s a lie.” ‘What a hypocrite I am’, Y/n thought.
“I know.”
“You aren’t gonna miss me. You have the boy and Nadia- “she moved uncomfortably in her place.
“It’s not the same, you’re my best friend. I’ll miss you, darling.” Matty looked at her with his best doggy eyes.
“Don’t!” Y/n pointed a finger at him.
“What?” he played dumb.
“Don’t give me puppy eyes, it won’t work.” she smiled this time.
“Shit, are you so certain about it?” he looked down, defeated.
“Yes.” Y/n simply said.
“Okay, I understand. You can go.”
“Thanks for your permission that I didn’t ask for.” Y/n tried to joke.
“But- “ he ignored her.
“But?”
“But promise me that you are not going to disappear for too long.” he said, staring directly into her eyes.
“I promise.” Y/n said way too quickly. After a couple of seconds, she had to look elsewhere.
“Can we hug?” he said very slowly.
Y/n chuckled, placing her arms around his shoulders, at the same time Matty placed his on her waist.
“I love you.” Matty mumbled on her left shoulder.
“I love you too, Matty.” Y/n said, feeling it from the deepest of her heart. There lied the difference.
Maybe, she couldn’t love anyone like she loved Matty, even though she had to try for the good of their relationship.
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ooo if your not busy maybe Mei or Azure a gn! Reader who’s a descendant of the lady bone demon but said friend tries to hide that fact from them
(Thank you for sending such an interesting request! I ended up liking this scenario so much that I wrote out a few characters for it!)
Descendant of the Lady Bone Demon: Part One
(Part One) (Part Two) (Part Three)
Maybe they should’ve seen this coming. Maybe there were a few warning signs they didn’t pick up on. Looking back on it now, it’s pretty obvious, isn’t it? All those little things should’ve added up a long time ago.
The way the room grew silent and tense when you walked in, no matter how how exuberant it had been prior. How you manage to sneak up on everyone without even trying, as though you had no presence. The wide berth that strangers give you, even though they can’t explain why. That last one had been particularly strange for your friends. They hadn’t understood why people would treat you so coldly, not back then.
They understand now.
Mei Dragon thinks of you as one of her best friends, right alongside MK. Even in childhood were the two of you close, your company providing a brief break from her parents expectations and the crushing weight of living up to her family name. She grows up to think of you as a sibling, really. She’s a ride or die, rise to the challenge, thrill junkie sort of girl. And above all else, she’s fiercely loyal to her friends.
So Mei doesn’t believe a word that LBD has to say. She doesn’t care about destiny, about fate, about these so-called “invisible strings that guide us all through life”.
She lives her life as she pleases, doing what makes her and her friends happy! And she’s not gonna listen to a word that some wannabe world-destroyer has to say about it!
Until the Lady Bone Demon mentions you.
“Y/N bears my very own blood, thin though it has grown. In time, they will follow the very same path I have, to cleanse this world of pain and suffering.”
Now she’s listening. Her control over the Samadhi Fire slips, scorching a ring of death into the earth around her. The heat alone wilts the any flora that was spared outright combustion. “How…” The fire flickers, fizzles.
And then promptly reignites, blazing hotter than ever before. Immediately, the Lady Bone Demon cringes away from Mei’s sweltering power as oppressive heat waves bear down on her. She can only watch in fear and awe as the Samadhi Fire grows hotter and brighter, fueled by rage.
“How DARE you say that about my friend! Y/N would never do anything like that!” A blazing arc of black and red fire slices into the blue crystal formations created by the demon, melting them into sizzling puddles. Her anger builds with each lash of multicolored fire, reducing each and every spiked crystal around her to a mess of glowing goo.
That anger doesn’t fade even after the fight is over, not even after she gets to see the Lady Bone Demon shred apart and drift away. It’s cathartic to watch, but doesn’t make her any less angry about what she heard.
No, that anger only fades once she has you in her arms, hugging you as tightly to herself as possible. You don’t know about your lineage. No one else does either. Just Mei. Which leaves her with the worst dilemma of her life.
Does she tell you? Does she tell anyone?
She doesn’t want to be like Sun Wukong, hiding important information from even the people who would be affected by it the most. She was a victim of that, and it had hurt. She doesn’t want to hurt you. That’s the last thing she wants. But she also doesn’t want to cast any doubt on you, doesn’t want anyone to think you might end up a destructive foe that would one day need to be struck down.
The fear of losing you somehow outweighs the fear of you being angry at her for withholding information from you.
So she keeps quiet.
Mei rationalizes her silence on the matter by telling herself that she’ll tell you later. Yes, everything will work out, she’s sure of it! She’ll just… wait. Just a little bit. When everything calms down and everyone starts to move on from this disaster, she’ll speak up. Once everyone is in a better, happier mood, they’ll definitely be more receptive to the bad news, right? So she isn’t doing anything wrong. She isn’t acting like the Monkey King. She’s… just keeping you safe.
And she really hopes you won’t hate her for it.
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Tang has long pondered your place in this little group. It’s not that he doesn’t like having you here, nothing of the sort! Really, he sees you as family, the same way he sees everyone else in this ragtag group of misfits.
But you stick out like a sore thumb. Everyone else has a direct tie to the original pilgrims who once undertook a legendary journey to retrieve sacred texts.
Tang Sanzang for Tang. Zhu Baije for Pigsy. Sha Wujing for Sandy. Ao Lie for Mei. Sun Wukong for MK. Everyone had someone who their skills, appearance, or even personality harkened back to.
Everyone except for you. Tang had made several guesses before, wondering if there was someone you yourself were standing in the place of. But no one truly seems to fit. Rather than distancing himself from you over this disparity, he makes an effort to grow closer. “It must be lonely”, he reasons to himself, “being the odd man out.” He’s struggled with his own insecurities of being useless or weak, so he can relate to you on a personal level. After making that connection between the two of you, he starts to look out for you, trying to help guide you as you grow.
Tang probably sees himself as your father figure, just the way he sees himself as MK’s.
But, since you don’t have the support system that MK has, he tries to take a more involved role in your life. He’ll sit down with you to chat about any troubles or struggles you have, offering you a kind ear and a welcoming shoulder. And if you ever are struggling with something so bad that it breaks you down and leaves you in tears, he happily takes you into his arms and stays with you through the meltdown. If you fall asleep in his embrace after wearing yourself out, he enjoys it all the more.
He cherishes moments like that, actually.
Sure, he’s sympathetic to your feelings of loneliness and isolation. It’s true that he wants you to be happy. Sometimes he hates the world for hurting you the way it has.
But he loves that you trust him enough to break down in front of him, that you trust him to console and protect you in your weakest moments.
Even at a moment like this, where one of the greatest threats to humanity is bearing down on the two of you. For once, he doesn’t hide or cower. Not when your life is on the life. His golden shield encapsulates both of you, a fierce glare painting his face as he holds you close. You breath raggedly against his shoulder, barely able to support yourself. You had been wounded in the fight, nearly passing out after taking several blows for him and the others. Now, he holds you close, standing tall as you lean on him for support. He watches as the Lady Bone Demon throws attack after attack at the two of you, each blast of crystal and bone shattering and fading against his aureate shield.
The ancient demon glares down at him, a sneer curling her face. “You would fight your destiny? The great monk, Tang Sanzang-”
“I don’t care! Even if I am his reincarnation or his descendant… the choices I make are mine and mine alone! And I will always choose to protect my friends!”
“Even Y/N? Even the very one who bears my blood within them? Are you truly willing to risk saving them now, that they might follow my ways later?”
All the little pieces click into place for him. The mystery he had pondered the most was finally solved, and now he had to live with learning the answer.
“That- that doesn’t matter! Y/N is a person all their own, who will make their own decisions! And I trust them to stay by our side and fight for good! I won’t let you corrupt them!”
And he doesn’t. His resplendent barrier holds fast, shining brightly until all that is left of the demon has been scattered to the wind. He holds you gently, mustering the strength to carry you on his when everyone makes the trip back to Pigsy’s noodle shop. Someone like Sandy or Wukong would definitely better suited to the physical labor he was performing, but Tang couldn’t bear to separate himself from you yet.
Nor is he willing to let go once everyone has taken a seat. He props you up against himself, rubbing your back to keep you awake. “The kids eat first,” Pigsy says, carrying three hearty bowls of noodles. MK, then Mei, then you. Once all of you have your noodles, the chef goes back to the kitchen to start on another batch. Tang holds the bowl and the chopsticks, lifting the noodles to your mouth. Occasionally, he tips the bowl to your mouth so you can sip at the nourishing broth. On any other day, he would’ve swiped a few bites for himself while feeding you. Now, you’re all he can think of. He feeds you bite by bite, then guides you to lay your head in his lap once you’ve finished.
“Hey, Tang.” Pigsy peers down at him, another bowl of noodles in his hands. He passes it to Tang. “What was that demon lady saying to ya anyways?”
Tang looks down at you, watching your chest rise and fall, looking more at peace than ever before. He can’t tell you. Not here. Not now. Maybe not ever. But he and Pigsy can both keep secrets, and more than that, you’ll have two targets to split your anger between, keeping Tang from catching the brunt of it if you ever do find out. So he asks:
“Do you think you can keep a secret, Pigsy?”
Red Son
He doesn’t know why he likes you. By all means, you’re just another peasant, another mortal working at the same noodle store that his arch-rival is. But there’s something different about you. Maybe it’s the way you never seem to flinch or cringe or even cower. Maybe it’s the cool head you keep. Maybe it’s the wide-eyed awe you stare at his creations with.
Even after you had been kidnapped.
“I thinks that it was very clever of you,” you softly admit, not fighting against your bonds. “The way you used the tri-toothed 1x2 plates. I don’t see many people use those.”
He shouldn’t be happy to hear you say that. He should scoff and huff and strike down your praise like it’s meaningless drivel. But it’s not. Not to him. He’s been waiting to hear something like that for a long time, actually. Now, if it only it had been from the mouth of his father…
He shakes himself from those thoughts. “Not that a PEASANT like you could ever comprehend just how truly clever my work is! In fact, the legs of this machine are held in place by a truly unique-” “Technic angular wheel,” you finish for him. “It was a smart choice. I bet finding one that could evenly bear the weight of four legs at once wasn’t easy.”
No… no, it hadn’t been. In fact, it had been very hard to source that component. But here you were… acknowledging him. Praising him. Giving weight to his accomplishments by recognizing them. Somewhere deep inside, he’s a little touched to have his efforts commended.
Not that your kindness inspires him to release you. The only thing that frees you is MK and Mei coming in and storming through, knocking him over the head and escaping with you in their clutch.
Still, he doesn’t… hate you, at least. Or maybe, he just hates you less now. It’s a surprisingly good start.
A start that you continue to build off of throughout your repeated interactions, to his surprise. Your praise wasn’t just a one-time thing, wasn’t a way to get him to drop his guard. It had been genuine, entirely sincere. You had truly thought of him as clever, and you still do.
His schemes become less destructive, but more frequent. MK starts sending you out to deal with him, and most of your “skirmishes” end without any true damage. The two of you talk tech, and then he “tactically retreats” from the fight. Eventually, he drops the act, just swinging by the noodle store to talk with you about mechs or vehicles or rare components and where to find them at reasonable prices.
It’s a strange sight for everyone, the two of you amicably chatting. Sometimes someone will try to butt in, usually MK, who tries to keep up with your conversations to no avail. Other times it’ll be Pigsy, making sure that one of his employees isn’t being threatened or endangered. If one of his new mechs has a Journey to the West inspiration, Tang will happily chime in on it.
But most often, it’s only the two of you, happily talking as equals. Not enemies. Not rivals. Just… actual friends, somehow.
Even if it meant fighting to defend them, these are the sorts of moments he doesn’t want to lose. He wants to protect these cherished hours he spends with you, sharing noodles and blueprints in the middle of a crowded but welcoming restaurant.
Even if it meant fighting a foe he had no chance of defeating. All he has to do is buy a little bit of time. Just enough for MK and his ragtag team of idiots and peasants to smash this osseous demon into pieces. He glares up at her, his hair and hands exploding into flame. It’s a mere display, a small threat to keep her occupied. If she focuses on him, then she can’t hurt you.
Not that she’s trying.
“Foolish child. Do you really think I can’t understand the game that you’re trying to play? You would stand in the way of a peaceful world, all in the name of protecting the heir of your enemy?”
He falls to the ground, clutching his head in pain as she taps into his mind to deliver her next words.
“But a meager resistance cannot hope to undo destiny. I will find Y/N, and add their power to my own. That is their destiny, and I will see it fulfilled.”
“You- you won’t! I wont allow it, you… you PEASANT! You can’t hope to beat all of us! The Demon Bull Family, Sun Wukong and his successor, and the Six-Eared Macaque! All of us will stand against you! If we stand together, there is no threat that can overcome us!”
It’s a little funny, almost. Once, he would’ve scoffed and mocked another for saying such a thing. They sound silly on his tongue, cheesy and overblown. It’s something more suited to MK and his band of goons, speeches of friendship and overcoming adversities together. But it’s true.
And her defeat is testament to the strength that loves brings.
He thinks he loves you. You’re what he imagines having a little sibling is like. He wonders if you could love yourself, if you knew the truth of your heritage. Maybe you could. Maybe you’d fall apart and refuse to trust yourself ever again.
He chats idly with MK as you rest your head on his lap. It brings a strange peace to his heart. You look almost happy, in spite of the bruises and cuts. You look happy, which is proof that you didn’t hear a word that the Lady Bone Demon said about your blood ties.
He doesn’t want to rob you of that happiness so quickly, not when you fought and bled for it.
He absentmindedly strokes your head, thinking of how he’d roast anyone who might try to harm so much as a single hair on it. He can’t let anyone hurt you. Not even himself.
So he keeps quiet, and prays that all will turn out well.
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Would they have kids with you?
word count: 909
contents: fluff, a bit suggestive (I think) in Tartaglia's part, GN! Reader, implied pregnancy, afab reader.
characters: Zhongli, Diluc, Childe.
a/n: hello! I'm alive hehe, as I said before: I've been passing through some hard times, not gonna explain too much but everything ended now and things are getting better 💗 I hope I can update more often soon. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy!
— Zhongli
He never thought too much about it until you brought up the topic in a conversation.
It was just a typical talk in the afternoon, Zhongli counting you about his past as an archon while you attentively listened, he may not usually tell you about those times but if you ask, he can count everything all the days.
The idea of having kids appeared with one of your comments: "so, having more than 5000 years and you have never had offspring?" you asked, it was a genuine question, you'd never thought it would create a dilemma in his mind.
That's right, he has lived a couple of thousand years and never had even one son or daughter, maybe destiny chose that it wasn't the moment until now.
You are his lover, the person he elected to be his partner, and the one he wants to be with until life decides to give it an end.
The idea of a child being the combination of your love made his heart flutter.
"What do you think if I want offspring now?" he looked at you, sitting by his side.
Your amusement was something impossible to hide, "It would be an honor to carry your child, Morax" you said, your eyes fixated on his, full of love.
"I'm glad you are as excited as I am, my love"
His hand softly touched your stomach, fantasizing about the life that will be growing inside of you in the future, the fruit of your love.
— Diluc Ragnvindr
Diluc is a complicated case, surely he had to think about having kids but the trauma with his father would open a new wound: «What if he isn't a good dad?»
His father figure left a big mark that would be hard to overcome, can Diluc be better than him? Maybe not better, merely being like Crepus it's enough, but can he? That question will fill his mind with insecurities, even if he knows that having children is not a priority in the marriage right now, what's going to happen when the moment arrives? The Ragnvindr just tries to leave the subject aside, but his own thoughts betray him, becoming the issue something present in his brain all day.
"Love, are you okay?" your voice interrupted his thoughts.
Both were sitting on the sofa, resting after a long day of work and responsibilities. His gaze turned to you, your worried expression welcoming him in a lovely way, making him feel warm.
"I'm fine, don't worry" the soft touch of his hand ungloved caressed your cheek.
"You look a bit lost, are you sure everything is fine?" the hand now cupped your cheek.
Diluc takes a deep breath, "I've been thinking about… Uhm…" cleared his throat, nervously "What do you think about… Having children?"
His stare maintained fixated on you, waiting for an answer.
"You want kids, 'luc?" your look became softer, feeling butterflies in your stomach.
"Yes, but…" he stopped, feeling the necessity to not express himself, but a gesture of acceptance made by you was enough to make him talk. "I don't think I can be as good as my father" the sadness seized his face.
"You don't have to be as good as him, you're not your father, you are Diluc and you will be a good father, good as Diluc Ragnvindr, the best man I've ever met"
Your eyes shine while a few tears slide down your face, your husband smiles, one of those smiles that he only can show to you, his strong arms surrounding your body, uniting you in a warm hug.
— Tartaglia
Of course he wants to have children with you, it's one of his biggest fantasies, forming a big family with the person he loves.
The plan of having kids in the future is something present in your relationship, at the same time, the fear of what people can do to them is.
Chide has a lot of enemies, not only as a fatui but as one of the eleven, he had gained the hate of people that could do anything to hurt him, even if they have to damage innocent souls to achieve their goal.
Because of that, the idea is just maintained in the air until you bring up one of your thoughts in the conversation. Your partner was so happy telling you about their siblings and the things they have done together, at some point he looked at you, your gaze fixated on him, a little smile accompanied your face while you glimpsed at him in the most lovely way someone has ever done.
"I know I'm good-looking, but you don't have to stare straight at me like that you know?" he joked, and a slight laugh leaves your mouth.
"Childe… I want to have kids" you dropped, he stayed in silence while looking at you in an indecipherable way. "I know it's dangerous, I don't want to put you in that situation but-"
"Really?" interrupted you, "It's the best thing you can tell me" with a big smile hugged you, rising your body with his arms and connecting both foreheads. "Don't worry about anything, as the eleven of the harbingers I would never let someone hurt you or our future kids!" fooled again, the grip on your frame became stronger, his stare sharp in yours like he can see your inner, a filthy smile appeared, "If you want we can start now with our legacy~"
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An Unexpected Confession (Leviathan x Reader)
Summary: Leviathan has confided in you for as long as you could remember. It's been an equivalent exchange for the most part, until the topic of relationships come up...
Tags: Romantic confession, mutual nerdy pining, fluff, a dating sim get's a little too real
"Ugh, this lead doesn't like any of the gifts I give her!" Leviathan complains, begrudgingly handing the controller to you.
"The Childhood Friend doesn't like sweets anymore, Levi. You'd know this if you actually paid attention during the dialogue," you chuckle teasingly, giving the character a gift that made the video game character swoon.
"Urghhh I'm a failure of a pro-gamer..." Leviathan groans in annoyance, folding his arms as he watch you continue to play the game.
You and Leviathan started playing a dating sim that he failed miserably going in blind the first time. He hated to admit it, but considering the experience you've had with dating sims was a little bit more than him, he reluctantly asked you for your assistance.
All of this struggle towards trying to woo the video game character made a part of Leviathan feel a little bit somber. As you silently cheer after successfully raising the character's love meter, you could see the demon's mood progressively sour.
"Levi, what's wrong?" you ask reluctantly. "We don't have to keep playing if you want."
Leviathan look away from you, trying his best to mask the rock you feel sinking through your chest. It was inexplainable, but you were the last person he would want to bring up such a problem to.
"N-Nothing! We can keep playing, it's okay, we're almost at the first good ending," he denies, looking at the monitor of the paused game.
You frown at his response, clearly not buying his sad attempt at covering up his emotions. "You know you can tell me anything, right?" you put the controller down and shift to your side to face him. "So what's on your mind, Levi?"
Leviathan takes a long pause, his eyes shifting around the room, anywhere but meeting yours. He was having an internal dilemma as he opened his mouth to speak, but words continued to fail. He wanted to run out of his room then and there, but where would he go? Outside?! He'd rather die...
Finally, after what feels like an eternity, he takes a deep breath and decides to let out what has been bothering him little by little. "You might think I'm a loser, o-or maybe you already think I'm a loser... but I don't have any experience at all when it comes to romance," he sighs out, his hands shaking slightly as he spoke.
You listen to him intently, but your gaze makes Leviathan much more nervous than he started out.
"I-I just wonder when I'm gonna be able to have an experience like this outside of 2D, y'know?" he continues, his head feeling light, like he could pass out at any second.
You took a pause before you could say anything to Leviathan, just beginning his messy ramble that stemmed from a bad ending of a video game...
"Ah, forget it... Y/N I don't know when it'll ever be my turn. Maybe I'm just unlovable. Like the no-good loser I've always been meant to be," Leviathan was slowly slipping from a stable state of mind and started to spiral into madness.
"Levi don't say that," you quickly prompt before his thoughts would get any worse, your own nerves settling in watching him talk down to himself like this.
"B-But what if it's true?" he panics.
"It's not," you respond quickly.
He senses a sudden urgency in your voice and quickly tries to stop himself from talking. "I'm so sorry, Y/N... I didn't mean to start acting like this," Leviathan quickly doubles down.
"It's okay," you reassure. "Sometimes I wonder the same for myself," you speak while letting out a soft chuckle.
Leviathan looks up at you in curiosity. "Y-You? A normie like you has to worry about that?" he asks in a state of bewilderment.
"Well, yeah I guess everyone does at some point in their lives." As you spoke, Leviathan's panic tones down slightly. "But it's what you decide to do about that. If you really think you're doomed to be alone, then I guess there's no harm in trying, right?"
"H-Huh?! Like a confession? I don't think I can do that...," Leviathan's constant stammers descends into an incoherent language.
You encourage him with a sweet smile on your face, scooting to him closer on the couch, making him nearly melt from the action.
"Would it help to lead by example then?" you ask in an innocent voice.
"I-I guess..." Leviathan closes his eyes and nods rapidly.
"Well," you begin, putting on a brave smile for the anxious demon in front of you, despite you feeling embarrassed from what you were about to say.
"Leviathan, I like you! How about a date to the arcade sometime?" you follow up with a wink, watching the demon's face turn into one of perpetual shock.
"Woah Y/N that almost sounded real... I-If I didn't know any better I'd say you were actually confessing to me! Haha...," he blurts out in a fit of anxiety, the palms of his hands sweating as he spoke. He wonders how it came out of your mouth so easily, was it so impossible to think of dating someone like him?!
"Oh that was an actual confession," you smile mischievously. "I really do like you Levi!"
*Leviathan.exe has stopped working.*
You watch him freeze in his spot, his entire body shutting down as you spoke, wondering if he was so consumed in digital media that he confused the art of dating sims for reality.
"Now your turn," you tease, anticipating for Leviathan's response.
You would not be able to get a response from Leviathan for at least minutes as he continues to recover. He has an internal battle of whether or not to say something, his words possibly being utter crap, or to sit there and look even more like an idiot in your eyes.
"C-Can I have some time...?" Leviathan pleads, hiding his face in his hands, close to tears over this reciprocation.
You nod in agreement. "Sure, but in the dating sim there would be a time limit~"
"This isn't that!" he retorts quickly, his voice muffled behind his hands.
Each word comes out of the shy demon's mouth slowly, but surely, a coherent sentence of "I like you, too" came to fruition. Despite being broken up by complaints of frustration and nerves rising to his throat, the message came across to you clean and simple.
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─HURT ME ONCE, HURT ME TWICE; ITOSHI SAE
Angst, 1.1k words. I honestly am not sure what i wrote but it's something and idts I've written full angst here before so this is like testing the waters. Give it a read.
You were not a big fan of bars. You much preferred staying at home, enjoying a drink or two with your friends rather than in a place full of strangers. So, when you agreed to your coworker's proposal to celebrate your promotion at work in what was one of the biggest and fanciest bars in the city, you were quite perplexed yourself.
So, here you were, all dressed up, downing what was maybe the third or fourth drink of your celebratory night. There was laughter and cheers from your coworkers and you were elated to be amongst a crowd that cared for you.
However what you didn't expect was to see Itoshi Sae amongst the many strangers in the aesthetically lit bar. Your laughter ceased and your smile slowly faltered as you saw a tuft of magenta a few tables in front of you. You could see his back from where you were seated but there was no way you could not recognise his stature. Your eyes widened, lips parting slightly before you clenched your jaw. You felt a sense of nostalgia as the memories of when you were with him came rushing back. All the times he held you and all the times you whispered in the dark and the numerous dates you went on and how he lit up your world with the smile that you were lucky enough to see. You both used to be each other's safe haven. Your coworkers didn't seem to notice your sudden dilemma as they were immersed in glory, joy and alcohol.
Your breathing seemed to quicken a bit, and eyes almost popped out of the sockets as he turned around to lock eyes with you. He must have felt the intensity of your gaze. His eyes were cold and hard as he looked at you, looking away as fast as possible. You saw Sae leaving the bill on the table as he got up to leave. You had to talk to him. You saw him after ages, you would beat yourself over it if you let him go now.
You excused yourself from your table as you followed your past lover outside the bar.
"Sae," you called out as you reached the parking lot. He ignored you as he unlocked his car.
"Sae, please. Listen to me," you pleaded again, eyes already getting a bit teary.
He turned around as he heard the slight, barely there tremble in your voice. He could always point out when you were about to cry. His jaw was clenched and he looked straight at you. His eyes didn't hold the softness they once did when they looked at you. His face screamed that he just wanted to get done with you. That hurt. That ripped you apart at the seams because the Sae you once knew would leave everything to be with you.
"Sae..." You started. Now that he was here, now that you both were talking, you were out of words. You didn't know what to say.
"What do you want from me?" His tone was curt. He was irritated and annoyed already.
"I miss you Sae," you took a few steps towards him. He took a few steps back, keeping a distance from you. Everything Sae does hurts.
"You have absolutely no right to say that y/n," he shook his head as a look of bewilderment struck his face.
What were you even talking about? You were the one who broke his heart. You were the one who wanted to leave him and end your relationship. You didn't have the right to say that you missed him.
"You were the one who broke us off, remember?" He pointed out and broke your heart a little more in the process.
"I know. It was what I thought was the best for us at that time. You know how busy I was with college and you with your career," you tried moving towards him again, cautiously, as if you were testing the waters, see if he would move away again. He didn't. He stood his ground.
"And? Relationships have these problems y/n. Yes you were busy with college and I with my career and we didn't get enough time to be around each other. I know that, I do," he was seething by now. Eyes enveloped in pure rage and you knew you would break.
"I was trying my level best to juggle practices and interviews and give you time. I made it my mission to meet you almost everyday and check up on you on the days I couldn't make it. What did you do? Sat there in your room, didn't even bother to talk it out with me. You just got up and left one day. That hurt me," he calmed down towards the end. The last sentence was said in a hushed whisper, so soft that you almost missed it. Almost. Your eyes softened, tears falling. You hurt him? You promised to never do that.
"Don't cry. You do not have the right to cry l/n y/n. You do not," he gulped as if he was trying his hardest to keep his emotions at bay.
"Sae, I was young and stupid. I thought it would be the best for us--"
"Exactly! You thought about it. You. You didn't even try to understand my thoughts or ask my opinions regarding the matter," his voice raised by a few decibels.
"I'm sorry Sae," you said softly. What else could you say except that.
"You didn't pick up my calls. You didn't answer any of my texts. You blocked me after a month for fucks sake. I tried mailing you and that didn't work. I showed up to your house and your roommate would not let me in. I tried for six months y/n. Six months!" He rubbed his hands across his face. God he was tired. Tired of all of this.
"I don't deserve forgiveness. I messed it up, I messed us up. That will forever be my biggest regret. I love you so much Sae and i know my words might mean nothing now but--"
He interrupted you yet again, "you're right. It means absolutely nothing now. Now, if you'll excuse me. Have a good night y/n."
With that he walked away. You saw him walk towards his car and you stood there like a mannequin not being able to do anything. He was walking away from your life yet again, maybe for good this time and you could not help it. Your heart hurt and your world came to a halt.
You saw him get into his car and drive away and just like that the man you loved the most, the man who once promised to never let you go as he held you close to him on a cold winter's night, was out of your life. Yet again. This time, you knew you had to let him go, even if all of you screamed to not lose him.
REBLOGS + INTERACTIONS ARE HIGHLY APPRECIATED!!
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request by @consumeroflemoans
I was gonna write a full one-shot for this but then... My Tumblr gave up on me and I lost everything. I'll try my best to recreate the beauty that was there, I swear!
Azul Ashengrotto x MC - Beach Trip
"Pleeeeeease Azul? Pretty please with a Cherry on top?" Yuu looked up at Azul, a puppy eyes and a little pout of the lips.
How did he end up in this dilemma? On one side, He had the perfect excuse to see the prefect in something that was not a droopy uniform too big for them, but on the other hand... Just the idea of this made him curl up on himself, the thought of having the prefect of all people possibly reacting like kids used to at him made him more uneasy than ever.
"What would I gain as compensation for this, hm? You know, my touring services are not for free, dear prefect"
"Is my company not enough?"
"Do you prefer a sincere or a nice answer?"
"Got it, Got it. I just thought it would be good for your health to take a break from work for the holiday a bit..."
Pulling on the health strings... They are good. Azul sighed feeling defeated.
"There is no talking you out of this idea, truly. You can count on my presence, then."
"Great, it's a date then!" Azul choked on his drink "Meet me in the campus gates at 5!"
Great. Just great. What did he agree to?! Why did he even agree, he had all the right to say no actually! That prefect, always making his mind foggy and a deep feeling in his chest whenever they are around... He might as well just try getting stuff in place for when he leaves, he needed to talk to Jade anyway.
And here were them. At the beach. Yuu had this full-body swimsuit,
clearly, one that Vil gave to them, considering the big pomefiore emblem in the middle. Azul felt rather uncomfortable in such small clothes, but Yuu's voice made him feel an odd feeling of serenity. Maybe this wasn't so bad if...
"Look, the waves are calm today. Wanna take a swim with me?"
Oh no.
"I would rather stay in the sand for the moment." Azuls stroked his business smile "We don't want our stuff to fly away or even be caught by some little thief, right?"
"Oh come on Azul! There is literally no one else in here! And there is no wind coming, I'm sure if we put stuff in the corners of the bathing towel nothing will fly off"
"That is not very sanitary at all"
"We are not at the Lounge, no need for sanitary measures when we are toes deep in sand"
Both paused, looking intensely at each other as if trying to prove their point in sheer stubbornness
"If you are afraid of not swimming well with legs, I can help you, y'know? I'm a pretty good swimmer."
"Are you implying I have not prepared for swimming in my human form if it was needed?"
"Not at all, just that if you need some help I'm here."
Another pause, this one, instead of filled with stubbornness, was filled with an uncomfortable air.
"Fine. You can stay in the sand, then." Yuu looked downwards, and Azul assumed they tried making him pity them.
Oh how dirty, pulling on his benevolence. But he didn't falter and sat down while watching Yuu play in the water.
It stayed like this until he looked away and... there was no one in the water now.
Of course, he assumed Yuu was pranking him, they did walk a lot with the twins for his liking. But also... What if it wasn't? What if something caught on their feet, and they are slowly drowning right this instance? The chances are low, of course, but not zero. Also, the beachside seemed to be rather filled with rocks, they could've gotten themself stuck in there and didn't call for help since they were submerged.
Azul's brain told him the obvious, this was a trick to get him in the water, but another side of his... not a benevolent side but a caring one, insisted that checking wouldn't hurt him. He didn't particularly need to transform either...
Azul ran and swam to where he last saw Yuu.
"Prefect? Are you alright?"
Azul sharply looked around the water. It was quite deep for the prefect, considering their height difference and the level of the water on him.
"Prefect? Hello?"
More silence, except he felt something touch his calf. Oh, of course...
Knowing them as much as he knew Floyd, he counted mentally on his head: 3... 2... 1... And...
"RAHH!!" A wild Yuu jumped from the water and hugged their arms behind Azul's neck "Hahahaha! you looked so worried, it was hilarious!"
"Oh, a wild attack from a predator on a poor mermen, who was simply trying to help with his incredible and sincere sense of benevolence... How cruel this world really is..." Azul faked a tear, mostly to hide the intense blush he felt on his cheeks from the closeness he and Yuu had at the moment. "But I do need to pinpoint that Floyd has done things similar to this all since we were mere young teens, so it was not that impressive."
"Then why did you come?"
"I! I uhm... This is not the matter of the talk right now, is it Prefect?"
"It could be..."
"I... I uh... I-I..." Come on Azul... this is the perfect time to confess. You could just say it, what is the worst that could happen? but.. "Oh! You wanted to show me your ability with sand castles during our walk here, why don't you show them now?" Azul tried his best to put on his not-so-sweet and innocent smile and push Yuu to the seashore.
It is not the time yet... He needs just a bit more time... Maybe then he can say all he really wants to
Hope you enjoy this! It was really fun and I did change from how I did the last one, but I enjoyed this version better tbh!
Azul being a coward my beloved
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10 QL people I want carnally aesthetically
@nuwildcat thank you for tagging me! As a fellow ace, I'm going to copy the aesthetically part of this list, because wanting carnally is really not my thing.
1. Tay - Kinnporsche
He is the definition of gender envy. No one wins him in aesthetics, he has them all. I want him and I want to be him, but I will settle by being able to raid his closet.
2. Porsche - Kinnporsche
That gold skin, that itty-bitty waist, and those smiles. Aesthetically, him and his high waist trousers have won me over, and the suits by the end of the show are just *chef's kiss*. He's the best, and I love him, and since I don't think we'll get more of him, I'll just keep drawing him.
3. Kinn - Kinnporsche
Look at those long fingers. Look at them. And at his effortlessly casual dominance in everything he does (until he meets Porsche, and all that ice melts). I just love him. Also, what's better than a big sad boy? A big sad boy with huge tits, and Kinn has those to spare.
4. Vegas - Kinnporsche
Vegas bewitched me. He's such a pathetic, soggy mess, but then when you least expect it he whips out his murder raincoat and looks even cute with blood all over. I also want to raid his closet, and steal all his oversized witchy shirts (except for the velvet ones, he can keep those)
5. Choi Yu Na - Semantic error
She's everything. Yet another character I want to steal clothes from. Shes just so cool and so perfect, and I want to have a spin-off of centered on her.
6. Kurosawa - Cherry magic
Kurosawa is just so dear to me. He tries so hard to be this perfect cool guy, when he is the dorkiest person on earth, and somehow still manages the whole gentlemanly thing all together. I can't get over how he wrote a whole CV to meet Adachi's parents, and I love the way his eyes crinkle when he smiles.
7. Togawa - Old fashioned cupcake
Look at this boy eat! I love love love people who enjoy their food, and Togawa's hamster cheeks are the cutest of them all. He gets extra points for how he proposes in the special episode.
8. Nozue - Old fashioned cupcake
Those little three piece suits he wears look so nice on him. He's so babygirl too, batting his eyelashes at Togawa without realising his feelings at all. He's another case of the eternal dilemma of whether I want him or I want to be him.
9. Ai Di - Kiseki: Dear to me
Is half of this list characters whose clothes I want? Perhaps. But look at the kind of sweaters Ai Di wears all throughout the series, can you blame me? That and his chokers, and his hair.... He's also the best friend ever to Bai Zongyi, and he and Chen Yi stole the whole show for themselves.
10. Jack - HIStory3: Trapped
Just that smile (and maybe his boobs too just a little bit). He would come onscreen, smile like that, and I would miss half of what was happening from how much it distracted me.
Special mention. Fujisaki - Cherry Magic
Fujisaki is just so dear to me, she's one of the first explicitly ace characters I ever seen in a show. I read the manga for Cherry Magic, and while she's hilarious there, I'm so glad they gave us this version of her in the show.
I'm not sure who has or hasn't done this, so no pressure! @dummerjan, @dramarec, @mortimerlatrice
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Ok, I was scrolling through PV Artwork again, I wasn't searching for arts of bridgette, I AM NOT A SIMP
Anyways I was scrolling until I found this and I have to say
Adoni looks way too much like melody, and I think it's a cool comsept, just imagine
Ladybug and chat noir did it, they found the base of the papillons (for those who don't know, at the PV version the papillon wasn't a single person but a organization) a big chunk of the """staff""" is in jail, the papillon is still on the lose, cause when he is defeated all the focus has to go to Felix.
One of those people were Adoni Duther, Papilon's right hand woman, melody's mom was now in jail, her dad was suspected to also make part of the Papilons. Once she was one of the most beloved faces in the world, and now she was the daughter of a terrorist. At school she would probably be bullied as there were lots of people who compared her to her mom, or people who lost beloved ones cause of the akuma attacks, she had lost everything, she was alone.
Felix and Bridgette weirdly feel responsible for her, there was nothing they could have done as her mom was terrible, but even so, Felix would have known exectly how it feels to lose a parent, but cause of his personality, he would think leaving her alone is the best option, or just think she's a lost cause.
Bridgette in the other hand is more determinate, so she now has a choice to make, try to confort her bully, or follow Felix advice? This is called drama my friends.
If Bridgette tried to befriend melody, melody would probably deny it at first, but Bridgette is known for her determination, (be mature, no Undertale references) she was alone, so melody would end up accepting Bridgette friendship, and it could be the start of her redemption arc, it would be slow of course, but eventually she would open up more, maybe help Bridgette getting closer to Felix, perhaps some claulody? (Claude x melody)
Or we have the other route, were after being hurt so much my melody, Bridgette just lefts her alone, melody had lost everything, her parents, her status, her friends, maybe she could have a little brother just to add a bit more drama, but in her darkest hour, Richard, the leader of the Papilons, makes an offer, if she helped him get the miraculous, she could also make a wish, and with the support of her mom, she accepts it, cause all actions have consequences, YOU HEARD IT ASTRUC? CONSEQUENCES.
Or we could mix both those routes, melody working for the Papilons while at the same time being friends with Bridgette, and eventually find out the identity of both Felix and Bridgette, and the dilemma would be hers, evil or good? Her family or her friends? Bring things to how they were or accept her new life? Betray Bridgette, Felix, and the rest of the gang? Or tell them who the Papilon is?
But that's just a bunch of ideas, lol, I just really like the concept, but I guess it kinda would copy Felix arc so yeah, but here's a lesson to everyone, the more drama, the better the story, except for canon Miraculous, ASTRUC, DONT DO DRAMA EVER AGAIN.
#miraculous ladybug#mlb#miraculous#ml#ml pv#mlb pv#miraculous ladybug pv#ladybug pv#miraculous pv#miraculous pv melody#miraculous melody
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ok imagine this, you are going out with nct dream but when you get in the car they see that there is not enough space for you so jeno suggests that you sit on his lap, after a while you start to feel something hard against you and you know exactly what it is so you start teasing him by grinding and jumping hard when there are potholes in the road and jeno is so frustrated that he can't do anything but let out little low moans in your ear and tell you he's going to cum in his pants if you don't stop because damn, you're making him feel good with so little
wc: 2.1k
warnings: grinding in a car, exhibitionism, whiny jeno who cums in his pants, the rest of dream are shitheads.
The first thought you had was how annoying it was going to be all cramped up in an SUV with 7 men for a long trip to the hotel. You were looking so forward to spending the week in a different city with your friends, but this was the one and only issue.
All of you ran out of money to spend for this trip and opted, instead of working over time, you'd all just squeeze into Mark's passed-down-through-the-generations SUV in order to make the 4-hour drive.
The issue was made worse when Mark reluctantly slid open the SUV door to reveal five back seats. In the first row, there were only two stand-alone seats with a space in the middle to move further back, and behind was one row of three seats.
Within seconds, each man lunged for their seat, leaving you to fend for yourself. Mark, of course, seats himself in the driver's seat and Haechan fought for his fucking life to get into the front passenger seat.
This left Jisung, Chenle, and Renjun in the back row of seats, all comfortably sprawled out on top of each other like this was the most normal thing in the world for them to do. Jaemin snatched up one of the single-rowed seats, and immediately turned around to start making fun of the three in the back. That left you and Jeno.
Of fucking course you had to fight for your seat against the one person on this trip that you kind of sort of maybe fucked one night when you all were drinking. He hasn't mentioned that night to you, nor has he acted like anything happened since so you tried to put it to the back of your head most of the time. But god, this is awkward.
Your life nearly flashes before your eyes when Jeno takes a step forward and claims his seat, smiling at you and your failure of winning this war of the SUV seats. Then, every single of them looks at you.
"I can post up on the floor, it's fine." You laugh, wondering what ever happened to giving your seat for a lady? Then you remembered who you're with and how that definitely won't work. You're not much of a lady around them, to be fair.
"You can come sit on me--" Renjun laughs, throwing Chenle's legs off of him and patting his thighs.
"The back is already packed, plus it would block my view." Mark argues, pointing to Jeno and Jaemin. "Sit with one of them."
You think for a moment, weighing your options and ignoring the fact that Haechan is already dozing off through the dilemma in the front seat. Jeno or Jaemin.
Looking over to Jaemin, you note that he's already got his iPad out getting ready to play some game he's obsessed with and you think that you'd probably just end up ruining the whole ride for him. He's the only one who came with something to do over this trip-- so naturally. . .
You lift yourself into the SUV and sit directly down onto Jeno. He's already seen you naked so you figure he would be the only one able to contain himself through this anyway.
"Okay, ready?" Mark asks as you close the door with a small shake of the car and do your best to make yourself comfortable on Jeno's lap.
He gets a nod from every single one of you before starting the vehicle and setting off on the four-hour trip.
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You're a bit thankful that the trip started super late. You watch as the sun sets and the SUV grows more and more silent throughout the first hour. Jaemin has popped in his headphones, Chenle has occupied himself watching a movie in the back on his phone, sharing his own headphones with Jisung. Renjun was already passed out against his window, head bumping the glass every few seconds.
Haechan was in the front, bless him, quietly talking with Mark in a hushed tone.
It really seems like this tiny 4-hour trip has made itself feel like a 12-hour trip. But the silence is nice. The music is gently calming you, but it's not like you can take a nap considering you've got Jeno under you.
He shifts a little now and then, but you can tell he's doing his best to sit in a way that gives you access to any sort of comfort.
He's thankful that you'd have to turn around to see his face though, because man, is he fucking suffering trying to keep himself contained through this. He winces and silently mutters to himself the most disgusting things in order to will his cock to stay put. He's not trying to be a pervert, honestly, he's not. It's just, like...you're kind of sitting directly on it and the car ride isn't exactly smooth.
Jeno really is doing his best, but his cock fights against him. He knows you feel it, there's no way you don't. Now his head is just filled with thoughts of the night he spent with you. He waited for you to say something, waited for you to imply it could happen again, but you never did. It's not like he lost attraction towards you, and it's definitely not like he doesn't want to do it again every time the two of you are around each other.
Against his will, a bump in the road presses it against your ass and he sighs out, gripping the armrest of the seat and squeezing his eyes shut. You knew what was happening, but didn't want to just assume he was into it, so you didn't mention it. You tried to ignore it.
Though, the moment you noticed that little breath from behind you, his cock twitching beneath you-- you figure maybe you could help him out a bit.
Waiting for the next bump in the road, you do your best to pretend you still don't notice, hearing him do his best to contain himself about the ever-present feeling of his cock pressed against you. Then it comes, and honestly, you could lean forward and kiss Mark for taking the bumpiest road in the country to this fucking hotel. But you don't, instead, you use this little bump to bounce up a little and sit back down, intentionally swirling your hips a bit against him.
The way Jeno's hand grips even harder to that armrest has you feeling in absolute control, so you lean back a bit and close your eyes. Your back is now against his chest and you lay your head on his shoulder in order to gain access to his ear.
"I'm sleepy," You comment in a barely audible voice, moving your hips as if you're getting comfortable. "Can you do something about that so I can sleep?" You smile, peeking an eye over at him and seeing the way his face contorts into pleasure and embarrassment.
"Sorry--" He stutters out in a whisper. He doesn't do it on purpose but on instinct, his hips press upwards, grinding his cock against the underside of your ass. "I'm trying."
You let out a hushed chuckle, wiggling your hips again for him. "You were never this hard before." You say, letting your lips ghost over the skin of his neck.
You feel Jeno's other hand reach for your waist, thankfully on the side of the car that is completely hidden from everyone else. He holds you there, preventing you from moving as his eyebrows fall into that of pain. He can feel his cock pulsate against you as if it had a mind of its own, uncomfortably forcing him to chase a high in a car full of his best friends. You're not fucking helping when you place your own hand over his and move it slightly up, slipping it under your shirt and up to your breast.
In your head, you feel like what's happening right now is loud but you've stayed alert. Not a single stray eye has looked at the two of you, and thankfully Jaemin is so focused on his stupid mobile game that he would probably cry if someone took his attention away from it.
"Is it just because I'm sitting on you, or do you want me again?" You comment again against Jeno's neck, feeling his fingers find their way under your bra just to touch something that could help this process along.
Jeno shivers at your words, because of course he wants you again. He's always wanted you. The fact that he has the privilege of saying "again" after that sentence throws even more of those images in his mind. Remembering when your pussy clenched so tightly around him, remembering when your legs were shaking and your fingers were buried in his hair, singing out mantras of moans and groans and whimpers.
You grind down again when Mark hits another bump in the road, this time causing Jeno to shoot his hand from your bra and around your waist, pulling you so tightly against him that you feel as if you couldn't move even if you tried. He holds you there, shifting his hips in tight and quick drags against you. The inseam of his pants is helping things along, despite feeling like he's surely rubbing himself raw. It feels too good to stop. He finally has you on top of him again and even though it's now how he would have wanted it, he would be damned if he let this opportunity go to waste.
He keeps those thoughts of you in his mind, remembering how good you felt when he was inside of you, how good you tasted, and how good you sounded.
You can feel his hips speed up with those quick and quiet drags against you, and his arm tenses around your waist to keep you in place.
"Can you cum like this?" You whisper again, this time kissing awkwardly against his jawline and swirling your hips on top of him. You officially don't really care if anyone sees it, because the only thing you see is the way he's making that face-- the one you'd only seen that night.
"If you don't stop doing this--" He sighs out. "Yeah,"
So you don't stop. You allow his hips to relax and do the work for him, up until you can feel his thighs tense and his hips press up.
"I'm-" He whispers again, slightly whimpering instead of finishing what he wants to say. His hand grips around your waist tightly, slightly pushing and pulling you as he released into his pants.
Jeno must be in pain at this moment, you can tell by the way his orgasm stuttered its way through him. His eyebrows stiffened up, and his grip on you became almost painful but you liked it just as much as the first time you'd seen him cum for you.
"If you wanted me this bad, you could have just asked." You finally whisper towards him when his body relaxes under you.
He finally opens his eyes again, trying to ignore the stickiness in his jeans and tilts his head to press his forehead against yours. It would look sweet, he thinks, if someone else looked over right now.
"I couldn't tell if you wanted to," He admits, allowing himself to feel the weight of you ontop of him. "but I can see now that you probably wanted it just as much."
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The two of you really thought no one noticed. You really fucking thought no one heard the dragging of clothing and supposed quiet moans coming from Jeno.
Mark was the first to make you realize. He was avoiding eye contact, cheeks red and words quick when you tried to talk to him.
Haechan was the second, looking you up and down as he digs in Jeno's bag for a pair of pants, practically throwing them at him. "You probably want to change." He says to Jeno, not even looking at him and only staring at you.
Jaemin was the third, shaking his head at the two of you. "I had to turn up my game, and believe me, the volume was already pretty high."
You didn't even bother with the other boys, clearly, they all knew what was happening.
The walk of shame into the hotel was a drag, but you felt better noting that Jeno was with you on this. Only then did you consider switching sleeping arrangements. Eight people in two rooms with four beds.
Whoever the two are who ends up sleeping in your room, you hope they have headphones, because Jeno's gonna be there and quite frankly, you could care less if they feel awkward. It's not like you haven't seen each one of them jerk off at least once in your time being friends with them.
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i wanna absolutely d e s t r o y this man. FUCK. this is why it took so long to respond...surprise I'm a whore
anyway, ilysm anon.
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Liv!! Idk if your age gap anon got back to you but I’ll take any age gap fics you have 👀
Hi Danni! I haven’t heard back from them but your wish is my command 😌💜 since I already did rec lists for some age gap ships like Dralbus and Scarry, I’ve decided to make this one about the age difference element itself (Daddy kink, loss of virginity, teacher/student dynamic etc etc) if that makes sense? Happy Friday everyone!
Drarry:
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Fast Forward, Two Steps Back by emmagrant01 (E, 36k)
Everyone knows that Draco Malfoy died in the Room of Requirement ten years ago. So when he suddenly reappears at Hogwarts ten years later, still seventeen years old, Professor Harry Potter's life gets very complicated.
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Scorpius dreaded attending Harry Potter's fiftieth birthday party for more reasons than he cared to admit.
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Staying with Scorpius for the first time proves to be more eventful than Albus expected, right from the moment when he walks in on Mr Malfoy shaving.
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Everyone has that one celebrity they’d move heaven and earth to get between their legs, and James Potter is no exception. He just never anticipated that number one on his Freebie List would end up in the same room as him, let alone would make the first move. But lucky for James, Teddy is a team player―well, he probably is, especially with what James is suggesting.
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“A hand carefully brushed Scorpius’ hair out of his eyes and turned his head to face his rescuer. And of course, who else would it be, but Harry Potter? Once just an abstract legend, now his very own personal saviour.”
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𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋
❥𝗌𝗇𝗂𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗍 : 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗇𝗈𝗒𝖺 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾.
{ 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 — 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖼𝗈𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝖺𝖽𝗁𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗒𝖺, 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗇𝗂𝗉𝗉𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖽, 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿-𝗂𝗌𝗁. }
you sigh in frustration, kneading your temple, sitting on the smooth gym floors. "oh great! thanks for getting us stuck noya, i would’ve had this happen faster." your tone had a bite to it that noya didn’t know what to make of as he copied you, hesitantly sitting next to you.
"i don’t know if you’re saying this to be sarcastic or hurt my feelings.. either way you’re managing both completely well." you rolled your eyes. "that’s rough buddy." noya outside of getting y’all stuck in the gym storage had no why you were being so hostile. "why do you hate me?"
you bit your lip looking off to the side before you sighed, eyes feeling heavy. "i don’t hate you.. i just don’t like loud people, you should take a chill pill once in a while.. and then you got us stuck in here! when all i wanted to do was go home and sleep!" he could hear the exasperation in your voice, you must have had a rough day.
"well i’m probably not as comfortable as your bed but you can lay on me.. i-if you want to.. i’ll try to be as quiet as possible." you sigh nodding droopily mumbling an "alright." as your sleepy frame fell on noya’s lap, the two jackets he placed there giving you about as much comfort as two athletic jackets could, but it didn’t matter because as soon as your head hit them you were out like a light.
noya stiffened at the weight of your head in his lap he thought it was a good idea to suggest this, being nice and all, but he needed to move, needed to do anything to distract himself from the fact he was consigned to one place, one spot he looked around near himself, finding nothing but equipment too far from his reach and dust until a lightbulb went off over his head— you were right in his lap duh!
he looked down at your sleeping face, your eyebrows were scrunched with bags under your eyes as if even in your dreams you were busy at work. his eyes dart to your plump lips, gloss from the beginning of the day probably, fading, maybe from the amount of times you pursed your lips listening to the dumb shit people say. (him included) your mouth slightly opened and he can hear your soft breathing if he listens close enough, which he tries to, leaning over bringing his face closer to yours.
"you look so pretty." he mumbles your eyebrows twitch and noya’s face heats up he springs up too fast, a hushed yelp rushed from his mouth, your shuffling and agitated mumble of a "shh! shut up." being the only thing to stop him from his internal dilemma, so he pauses calming himself before looking at you again, this time focused on your hair.
the heaviness of the braids sprawled across his lap that he didn’t notice before drawing his attention, he hums picking up a single braid touching it, fingers sliding down the plait feeling the ridges of it he began playing with your hair, braiding the plaits wearing your hair like a mustache and running his fingers through the weave he he stopped hearing a voice on the other side of the door.
"this.. isn’t supposed to be this way." noya clears his throat to level his voice from not talking for so long. "in here! we’re stuck in here!" he hears shuffling on the other side, beginning nudging you to wake up. you groan as the the door clicks open, nishinoya comes face to face with his high school ace, roommate and best friend asahi who pales before taking in the situation of the sleeping brown girl on his best friend’s lap, letting out a heavy sigh thankful that he didn’t make the mistake of interrupting a couple.. again.
noya shakes you awake and you sit up drowsy, rubbing your eyes turning your face to the side to yawn. "so how long have you two been in here?" asahi asks stumped as you both get off the hard floor, you sigh a tan slipping out. “before my phone died it was.. i dunno like 3:15 or something." asahi grunts pulling out his phone before looking at noya.
"you both have been in here for almost three hours!.. and where was your phone?" noya follows you out the room raising his hands questioningly. "it’s probably in my backpack. i don’t keep it on me when i practice." the taller male lets out a "makes sense" walking in pace with the shorter one looking behind him to find you trying to stay coherent.
"and what about y/n? how’d she get stuck in there.. with you?" noya looks off to the side blush slowly creeping up neck as he rubbed the back of it, a nervous chuckle leaving his lips. "yeaa that was my fault too." he turns noticing you still behind them he pats asahi on the back "i’ll see you back at the dorm." asahi let out a dry "yea just don’t go somewhere getting stuck again because I’m done for the night."
noya laughed standing still as asahi walked ahead, waiting for you to step by his side before walking in tune with you. you hum softly wondering why he left his friend. "can i walk you to your dorms?" and noya can basically see the sandman dancing in your pretty brown eyes. he observes your face recalling earlier when he was so close making him turn red and look off to the side when you mumbled a "sure i don’t mind." a quiet "okay!" squeaked from his flushed face.
y’all walk in silence for the next 8 minutes as you arrive at your door. you fumble for your keys in your bag when noya finally decides to speak. "so i know that being stuck ina closet with me today wasn’t ideal, but maybe we can do it on purpose one day? if you want i mean i jus—" he looked at your tired eyes finding your lips pursed before just spitting it out.
"your number.. can i get you number and we can like hang out or something." you pull out a pen, lightly grabbing his wrist, writing your ten digits on his forearm you turn around as soon as you finished, unlocking your door. "don’t text me today, text me tomorrow.. i’m too tired to do anything for the rest of the day." you walk in turning around softly mumbling a "bye noya." softly closing the door.
when the door shut noya looked to his arm to see your number there with a cute heart next to the last digit, he swore he short circuited for a second a hand in the air as he jumped shouting. "yess!" you smile from your bed at noya’s loudness and his apologies after hearing a few neighbors tell him to shut up.
𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗆 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗌, 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌. 𝖣𝖮𝖭𝖳 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗅, 𝖼𝗈𝗉𝗒 𝗈𝗋 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾. ©𝖼𝗂𝗍𝗒𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖺𝗅
#city.writes#black writers#noya is just a cute lil ball of pure energy you can’t tell me he doesn’t have adhd#i mean you can i just won’t listen 🤷🏾♀️it’s canon now#black reader#black fem reader#x black reader#x black fem reader#black yn#tw black reader#tw not for non blacks 😒#nishinoya x black!reader#nishinoya x black fem!reader#haikyuu noya#noya#hq
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Here's chapter 2! If you want to read the first one, don't hesitate to go to my blog ;) Feel free to correct me or suggest some ideas, happy reading~
Chapter 2 : Dilemma
Do not be fooled into thinking that las plagas are merely tools for creating powerful bioweapons. Their true value lies in their ability to control.
No matter how hostile the subject, a single
injection can turn anyone into a faithful servant. Who needs spies when you can turn yesterday's enemy into today's ally?
Can you imagine if Saddler had that much control?
Six billion loyal servants at his sole command.
There would be no opposition, no war.
Maybe for the first time in human history,
the world would know peace.
But I know how Saddler and the others have
oppressed the people of this island for
generations. I know how he treats them.
That's no way to live.
And because of that, I won't let it happen. »
A drop of sweat fell on the right side of his notebook.
Luis released his pen with a trembling hand, his pulse abnormally high. All that he had witnessed on this island was too much, and he could not continue to work and support these atrocities without doing anything. Being a mere spectator to all this was destroying him bit by bit, day after day...But where to start?
He had already figured out a way to remove the parasite from a body until a certain stage, but most of the inhabitants of his former village and this island were at an advanced stage, and nothing was possible at this level of infection, except... execution.
The best thing to do was unfortunately to get out of this place while he still could, safe and sound, to save his skin.
"I'm going to blow myself up," Luis sighed with a completely overwhelmed voice, his arms hanging on both sides of his desk chair. He took a deep breath before raising his head and trying to regain his composure.
You’ve got a new notification, the sound came from his computer.
He hastily slid on his chair to reach his keyboard.
There was actually a solution...This woman named Ada Wong had just replied to his email. She came from an organization whose name he vaguely remembered and offered to get him out of this island safely, in exchange he gave her the sample called the amber he had recovered.
But could he trust her? In any case, there were few options...
Count on me, I'll bring you the amber, but you'll get me out of here, right? Ah, and if you could take a pack of cigarettes on the way... any brand will do.
With his right hand on his lighter and his left hand on the end of his lips holding his last cigarette, a cloud of smoke emanated from his mouth...
Who to trust?
His eyes suddenly opened wide, and a snap of his fingers resonated in his brain. What about (y/n)? How could he forget about her? Months had passed since then, months spent in her presence, learning more about her, personality, tastes, etc... Even though the mystery surrounding her face had still not been solved, he had become attached to her in a unique way. And as he had felt it from the beginning, she was much more than a mere woman his ego dictated he should conquer.
They trusted each other, or... was it really the case?
Luis replayed the scenes in his head, but he had never heard her express her opinion on what was happening on this island. He had tried to fish for her opinion on Saddler several times, but she had never been receptive to it, no negative or positive answer. Her response was limited to "these are things that do not concern me, Luis. My job here is to protect people like you and your work."
The poor researcher had such a tormented mind, a real headache settling in his head. He really didn't know who to believe...
Knock knock knock
His heart skipped a beat.
"Just a minute! Just a minute!"
He rushed to his notes, hiding them in drawers, closing all the tabs on his computer, and hurried to open the door.
"(y/n)?"
"What? No nickname today? You seem stressed. Something's bothering you," (y/n) said gravely.
Her tone was drier than usual. Something was wrong.
"Everything's fine, cariña. What brings you here?" Luis forced a smile.
(y/n) briefly scanned the room before turning her attention back to Luis. "Hope you are ready for big trouble. You have two hours to meet me at this location. And if I don’t see you here exactly in time, I'll come back to drag you out. »
Normally, Luis would find her authoritarian attitude a bit thrilling, but all he felt now was fear. Was Saddler ordering (y/n) to eliminate him because he suspected his betrayal? Would she take care of him in the village? After all, (y/n) used to work for Saddler before becoming his friend, from what he knew.
"See you in two hours then," Luis replied, trying to appear calm, even though he was anything but.
He closed the door and slumped against it. In any case, the place that the charming military woman had indicated was right next to where he was supposed to meet Ada.
Why not see what was waiting for him there?
hope you liked it !! chapter 3 will be out soon, be ready~ and dont worry romance’s coming back in the next chapter :p
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