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Happy Birthday, Ayato! ❤️
// Today is the golden boy’s birthday!! Sweet and spicy visual god, you are the reason of my unattainablly high standards… and also of my questionable financial decisions, lol.
This looks more like an Ayayui shrine than an individual Ayato one, but I couldn’t fit all the items in one pic, therefore I chose the ones that were the easiest to find in my room. :”)
Nevertheless… I did try to prepare a SCENARIO too! I used my nsfw edit as the cg, although I didn’t show everything. The romantic part is really cheesy and cringe, but if you’re into fluff, you will like that. 💕💕
~Operation: Ayato-kun’s birthday~
Yui: ( Haa… it feels as if there’s no ending to these anymore… )
( I woke up earlier today, hoping to finish all these exercises, yet I really can’t bring myself to understand how to solve them at all…! )
( My mind is completely in a whole different place right now. Today is Ayato-kun’s birthday after all. )
( Unfortunately, all the assignments kept me so busy this week that I wasn’t even able to bake a cake for him… )
( However, it’s still not too late for that, right? )
( Once I’m done with this page, I will definitely try my best to prepare it as soon as po—)
Reiji: Komori Yui, are you slacking again?
Yui: …!
R-Reiji-san!
( Oh no, he picked up my notebook! )
Reiji: Good grief, there are mistakes everywhere! Do I need to remind you that you are not permitted to bring disgrace upon the Sakamaki family as long as you reside under this mansion's roof?
Yui: Uuh… I-I’m really sorry, Reiji-san. I promise I’ll—
Reiji: Silence. I recently received your report card as well, and I must admit that I’m not pleased with your performance in the slightest. I was expecting such indifference from my brothers, but it’s rather disheartening for a human girl not to care about her education.
Yui: Y-You got it wrong! It’s not like I don’t care about school, but… simply put, the teachers have been giving us much too many tasks lately, and I find them quite difficult to solve, which stresses me out a little, to be honest.
Reiji: Hmph, excuses. I find it incomprehensible how such simple exercises cause you mental difficulties.
Nevertheless, I shall teach you then. Even if it requires the whole day to achieve that.
Yui: You will? Woah, thank you so much, Re— W-Wait, no! We can’t do that today!
Reiji: Pardon? Are you rejecting my offer to tutor you?
Yui: No, no! Not at all! It’s just that today is Ayato-kun’s birthday, and well… I would obviously want to celebrate it with him.
Reiji: Denied.
Yui: Eh—?
Reiji: You truly are a fool. Vampires show no interest in the day of their birth. Now, take a sit.
Yui: …
( I know Reiji-san is not in the wrong, but… I really do want to celebrate Ayato-kun’s birthday. That day may not be special to him but it’s so special to me. )
( Am I being selfish, I wonder…? )
*Timeskip*
Reiji: It appears that you’re finally able to understand how to solve this exercise. The next ones are similar to it, therefore there shouldn’t be any obstacles.
Yui: Yes, I see…
( I appreciate Reiji-san’s help, yet too many hours have passed by and baking a cake from scratch is not possible anymore… )
Place: Living room
Yui: ( Hmm… apparently I still have enough pocket money to buy a cake. I know a self-made one would have been more meaningful, but I really couldn’t… )
Kanato: Yui-san, are you spacing out?
Yui: Eh—? Ah, Kanato-kun, I didn’t see you there. I’m fine, but I’m a bit in a hurry, so… see y— Kya!
( He grabbed my wrist! )
Kanato: You’re going to buy a cake for my brother, aren’t you?
Yui: Uhh… well yes, I mean, it’s his birthday after all.
Kanato: My birthday was yesterday and I didn’t see you get any cake for me, nor for Laito. Teddy thinks you forgot about us. Tell me, Yui-san, is that true?
Yui: T-that’s not it!
Kanato: So you’re going to buy a cake for me as well after all? I might forgive you if you do that.
Yui: ( What did I get myself into…! I’m sure Kanato-kun will throw a tantrum if I say “no”. )
But… I don’t think I got enough money for two cakes.
Kanato: Please don’t worry about that, Yui-san, I know my ways. Or what, are you doubting me now?
Yui: …!
— shakes head —
Kanato: Good, now let’s go.
Place: Demon World Cake shop
Yui: Woah, I’ve never seen such big cakes before!
Kanato: Please don’t shout. Your looks already make you resemble a servant, you don’t have to act like one as well.
Yui: ( Hey, that’s mean! )
Cake shop owner: Welcome, how can I help you?
Yui: We’re searching for a birthday cake, but uhm… one a bit smaller than the ones displayed here, if possible.
Cake shop owner: Any flavor you got in mind?
Yui: ( Speaking of flavor, I don’t think Ayato-kun has ever told me anything about his favorite. He would probably say Takoyaki but a Takoyaki cake… that doesn’t feel right. )
I think he likes straw—
Kanato: Raspberry!
Cake shop owner: Wonderful! We just finished a raspberry cake a few minutes ago!
— brings cake —
Yui: ( It truly looks delicious…! Besides, it’s red as well, which is Ayato-kun’s favorite color, so I believe he would truly like this one! )
Kanato: Alright, we’ll take it!
Place: Mansion
Yui: Phew, I’m glad the cake didn’t get crushed on the way.
Kanato: It’s time to eat!
Yui: Wha—! No, Kanato-kun, you can’t!
Kanato: Excuse me, but who do you think you are? This is my cake, therefore I’m allowed to eat it whenever I want!
Yui: W-Well, don’t you want to wait for Ayato-kun too? This way, you two will be able to eat it together like bro—!!
(He pushed me in the cake!?)
Kanato-kun, why did you do this!?
Kanato: You ruined the cake!
Yui: Me!? But Kanato-kun was the one who pushed me there!
Kanato: Teddy says you’re annoying, and I agree. Now how will you fix your mistakes?
Yui: ( I can barely see anything…! )
Kanato: Fufu, look at her Teddy! She’s full of cake from head to toe! Now, let’s give it a taste che—
Yui: You can’t!
— moves cake away from him —
Kanato: I can!
— moves cake back —
Yui: No!
— moves cake away —
Kanato: Hmph, just give up already, will you!?
— pushes her away —
Yui: Wait, no—!!!
???: Oi, what the—!
— cake falls on them —
Kanato: Noooo, the cake!!!! Ngh, this is no fun anymore!
Yui: Uuh… Why is the floor so soft…?
Ayato: ‘Cause it’s not the floor, you idiot.
Yui: Ah! A-Ayato-kun!
Uhh… Happy birthday…~?
Ayato: Geez, c’mere, you’re an even bigger mess.
— picks her up —
Place: Bathroom
Yui: ( This is so embarrassing…! )
Ayato: Haa… You’re finally not covered in cake anymore.
Yui: I… I’m sorry…
Ayato: Huh? What are you apologizing for? I’m not mad that you dropped that cake on me.
Yui: That’s not the only thing I’m sorry about…
If it weren’t for my carelessness, you would have gotten a nice birthday, but now… you don’t even have a cake anymore.
( Ah, I’m feeling as if I’m about to cry right now… )
Ayato: Hey, c’mon that’s not worth the tears. I’m a vampire, remember? I don’t care about my birthday, so there’s no need to worry about such stuff.
Yui: Maybe you don’t care about it but… I do. I know that I’m about to sound selfish, but your birthday is very special to me. It represents the day you were born and I… I simply can’t imagine not celebrating it.
Ayato-kun is important to me, therefore that automatically makes his birthday important to me too.
Ayato: You klutz…
— hugs her —
Yui: W-Wha—! Ayato-kun…!
Ayato: Seriously, are all humans really that sentimental? Or does this only apply to cute girls like you?
Yui: …!
(He… he called me cute! )
— blushes —
Ayato: The day’s still not over, y’know? There’s still time to celebrate it if you’re really that obsessed with it.
Yui: …! So, are you really okay with that?
Ayato: Yeah? If I weren’t, I would have told you, idiot. On top of that, it’s not like I got anything better to do anyway.
Now tell me, Chichinashi, what exactly do you have in store for today?
Yui: Hm… uhm… nothing comes to my mind at the moment, but for now… I can’t say I mind spending time like this with Ayato-kun.
Ayato: Heh~? You suddenly don’t mind being in my arms while naked?
Yui: P-Phrasing it like that…!
Ayato: Well, if that’s the case, then… you wouldn’t mind if I sucked your blood either, right?
Yui: Go ahead.
Ayato: Hah? No talking back? Are you really that easy to convince today? Or, could it be that you finally admit enjoying the pleasure these fangs give you?
Yui: It’s not only about your fangs, Ayato-kun. I really like you as a whole.
I wasn’t even able to find a gift for you, therefore giving you my blood is the least I can do.
Ayato: Heh, I see… I don’t need your blood as a gift though.
Yui: You don’t…?
Ayato: Nope, ‘cause I already got the best gift ever.
Yui: Is that so?
( Did someone already give him something for his birthday? If that’s the case, then who could it be? )
( Ah… I guess I’m just overthinking, but now I’m really curious. )
Ayato: You really wanna know, don’t you? It’s already written on your face.
Are you getting jealous~?
Yui: T-That’s…—!
Ayato: Pfft, you really did get jealous, huh?
Yui: ( Ugh… he’s making fun of me now! )
Ayato: Anyway, there’s no need to. After all, the best gift I’ve ever gotten…
It’s you, Yui.
— Smooch —
The end
#diabolik lovers#ayato sakamaki#sakamaki ayato#Yui komori#komori yui#dialovers#admin#my edit#(I hope I wrote Reiji and Kanato well)#(they were fun to write at least)#my merch
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an appreciation for the kindest soul of the world,
komori yui
sweet smelling candles that linger on her soft fabrics she adorns her body with, old romance books battered by years of loving use, rosaries in her favorite colors, spending her saturday nights to clean and polish her nails in that pretty muted pink she loves, tying ribbons to her hair, wearing soft silks while lounging in her room, pretty accessories and books littered around her room, decorating her body in frilly girly clothes and even girlier jewelry, baking sweets at the break of dawn for others, long curled lashes that flutter as she speaks
DAILY LIFE · . 𓂃 ㅤ ୨୧
HEADCANONS
♡ིྀ wakes up the third earliest in the house
♡ིྀ needs to splash water in her face to fully wake up
♡ིྀ looks so cute all sleepy and eyes watery, part of the reason the boys always bother her right after waking up
♡ིྀ naturally blessed with clear skin
♡ིྀ only skincare she uses is a toner and moisturizer for the day
♡ིྀ hardly wears makeup
♡ིྀ has tried to wear a full face of makeup like the girls she sees at school, but thought she looked silly so she never does
♡ིྀ so, she just wears a bit of blush and a tinted lip balm
♡ིྀ doesn’t thinks she’s all that pretty, but she’s actually eye catching — the type of beauty that makes you take a double take and appreciate more and more overtime
♡ིྀ really proportionate body too, she’s thin but pear shaped with fat in just the right places
♡ིྀ the boys keep humbling her for what reason fr
♡ིྀ actually loves school and learning, really good at subjects like literature, home economics and arts
♡ིྀ would do better if like, idk she wasn’t bleeding out daily
♡ིྀ people do try to be friends with her, but yui thinks they’re just being kind and taking pity on her
♡ིྀ math and english are her downfall, she’s not bad but definitely needs to study
♡ིྀ still gets sleepy during school time, especially at 1AM, her circadian rhythm never really caught up
♡ིྀ actually makes her really happy so many of her classes are with ayato and kanato — makes her feel less lonely
♡ིྀ yui does want to join the afternoon cooking club at ryoutei, just too afraid to ask
♡ིྀ after school, she unwinds by walking in the garden or reading a book she found in the libraries inside their home
♡ིྀ can’t unwind for long since she’s bothered by one of the brothers 6/7 days of the week
♡ིྀ but actually enjoys all the time she spends with the boys when they’re not draining her dry
♡ིྀ a really active member in the sakamaki household. looks for shu for dinner and has conversations with her while walking to the dining room, helps reiji clean in his lab (she’s hoping she can graduate to washing dishes soon), hypes up ayato to finish his homework, keeps laito company in the game room, listens to kanato talk about the process of making dolls, walks silently with subaru in the garden at night
♡ིྀ it’s starting to scare some of the brothers how she’s becoming a daily part of their day now.
♡ིྀ really takes care of her body. washes daily, body scrubs and body butters almost nightly or when she has the energy
♡ིྀ boys really can’t get enough of that whiff of strawberries and vanilla thats rubbed into her skin
♡ིྀ and definitely can’t get enough of how soft her skin is, girl gets manhandled nightly
♡ིྀ since laito dropped the bomb of, “yeah your father sold you here lol” she’s stopped looking to deep into her father’s disappearance
♡ིྀ doesn’t stop her from wondering if one day, he’ll change his mind and come save her. sometimes thinks she sees him from the corner of her eye and will just whip her head around in hopes of seeing him
♡ིྀ her dreams consist of their reunion again. maybe its why its so hard for her to wake up some days. and maybe its why her eyes look especially watery in the morning.
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the psych ward
rei (@mimixso) - gained a following when one of her extremely questionable cooking streams got popular. to this day, people are still absolutely baffled by the fact that she was able to burn water. she still does cooking streams once every few months, but most of her viewers also tune in for her gaming and karaoke streams. people know her as the most girlfailure streamer of all time, and they often speculate that kazuha does all the cooking in their household (spoiler alert: they're right). her chat enjoys making fun of her (in a silly way) because her reactions are very loser-coded. she's extremely easy to fluster, and both chat and her streamer friends take advantage of that fact. despite being a little bit wacky, she tries her best to help her friends by mixing their covers from time to time.
melon (@littlebluejayy) - people can't believe that he exists. he's just too goofy to be real. melon is known as one of the most chaotic streamers out of the group, but people appreciate his sense of humour and his antics with other streamers (especially xiao). most of his content revolves around playing shitty mobile games, rhythm games, and dating sims. his dating sim streams tend to be the most popular because there's always a 99% chance that his bf will pop in to slander one of the characters (omg xiao jealous of a fictional character?). similarly to rei, melon's chat enjoys bullying him for fun. most of the time, they'll make fun of him for being xiao's #1 simp, but deep down, they're all miao fans. he also gets accused of being a furry every week because of his obsession with being an alpha male.
yui (@kunix) - a popular artist who started off their content creation career by making undertale animatics! they often stream their random shenanigans and roblox gameplay on their channel. most of the time, they're quiet and calm, and as a result, they have virtually no haters. their chat absolutely adores them and sees them as an angel. people love their voice so much that they've gotten voice acting roles in a few games. their streamer friends always get whiplash when they hear yui's voice in a video game. when fans learned that yui was dating scaramouche, they were in absolute shock. they were practically polar opposites. however, over time, people began to appreciate how yui brought out a softer side to scaramouche.
oliver (@xlivr) - chaos part 2. fans would adore oliver for their jokes and personality. she's definitely one of the more talkative members of the group, and as such, her storytime/just chatting streams are nearly as popular as her gaming content. it's not rare for him to flirt with his friends (platonically, of course). due to this, fans have lots of content for their oliver x (other streamer) compilations. there are nearly more oliver x yui, oliver x alexis, and oliver x ari compilations than oliver x ajax compilations. aside from his shipability (i made up a word </3), one of the main reasons people love oliver is the fact that they don’t take shit from anyone. she’ll literally rip the haters to shreds, especially if they target her friends.
èlise (@uinnea) - the sweetheart of the group. she's super supportive of her friends, and she'll ensure that they always know how much she loves them. being too wholesome is the only crime that she would ever go to jail for. èlise is incredibly dedicated and always tries her hardest to make her content as perfect as possible for her fans. although people love her for that, they're also concerned about her wellbeing. they console themselves with the fact that her boyfriend, lyney, pampers the hell out of her! beneath all the sunshine and rainbows, èlise is also a very chaotic individual. although she's not quite as rabid dog as melon or oliver, there are still times where she'll get a little bit too silly.
alexis (@alekav) - another absolute saint. they're very outwardly affectionate towards the people they care about, and as a result, it's led to her being shipped with various other streamers within the friend group (especially oliver) despite the fact that they're already dating kaveh. many people joke about alexis' relationship with kaveh being a coverup for their relationship with oliver. apart from that inside joke, fans admire alexis' understanding nature. he's often the mediator whenever his friends get into lighthearted arguments on stream (someone give her a raise!). they also have a great eye for aesthetics and often help out with the layouts of their friends' weekly stream schedules!
ari (@i--luv--you) - super smart! fans are scared whenever ari decides to stream with albedo because their combined brainpower is just too much for chat to handle. people are convinced that if they wanted to, they could take over the world together (cue the au edits). ari is the type of person to pause their gameplay to do chat's homework questions on screen. she'd pull up ms paint or something in order to show them how to figure out the answer! at least 50% of his audience is made up of academic victims who desperately need his help.
the bfs' profiles are going to be in a different post! finally posted this because monday "alpha" melon told me to get back in the kennel.
#📸 — streamer au#💕 — spoken from the heart#🌸 — kazurei#🐈 — miao#⛅️ — scarayui#🫧 — chiliver#💍 — lynèl#🪽 — kavexis#💫 — aribedo
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I can't believe we're actually passed episode 250 lmao I Love Yoo is truly the never ending story (affectionate). I appreciate how much of the story we really get to dig into at this pace and while I know a lot of people have long-since dropped it, I imagine the rest of us (those reading this post because why else are you here?) also appreciate it. And that's what is even more refreshing about this episode - if refreshing is even a word we can use to describe it. Getting the extra scenes from other characters, a look at their lives and from these glimpses, what we can glean in the unsaid between the lines.
Can you believe I used to prey on Kousuke's downfall? There's so many posts of me talking about him from a different view, believing that the only way he could grow and develop and make the changes necessary to make him a better person was for him to crash and burn, to fail so significantly that he would be forced to pen his eyes to reality. But here we are, me, fervently swaddling him up like a baby and shoving him into my pocket because GOD he needs to be protected.
I don't even remember when it was, that my view on him began to shift, when I went from "he's interesting but awful" to "GOD THIS IS MY SON AND I WILL FIGHT EVERYONE YOU HAVE TO GO THROUGH ME" but.... lol there's no going back!
That's enough rambling, let's jump in.
There is something so painfully devastating about every time ILY confirms to us something we have long-since known or suspected through nuance, foreshadowing, reading between the lines, etc: That Kousuke isn't Rand's biological son, that Shinae was at the formal for Gun Kim, that Kousuke has been manipulated his whole life. Nothing in this episode regarding Kousuke is actually new to us. We have known, and talked about, for months and months long before the confirmation reveal that Yui drugs Kousuke - that he has been manipulated by her his entire life, that she orchestrated his life to manipulate him into situations she could take advantage of. It's the way she spoke about Rand's affair around Kousuke, the way she commodified Rand's love so Kousuke became convinced he'd never earned his father's love, the way she spoke of their family vs others and convinced him from such a young age that everyone was out to get them, to destroy them, and that he couldn't let them get close, couldn't let them near - and how Nol was very much a target planted in his mind.
But it's the fact that he is speaking of this and acknowledging it! Until now, Kousuke has heavily lived in denial. Again, we know this. We talk a lot about the chasm between reality and the reality he believes in. We talk a lot about how Kousuke couldn't face reality, even though on some level he knew everything he believed and was told was not quite true not quite real, but that he was so afraid of the truth, he couldn't do it. Kousuke admitting that he's been driven by fear and envy explains everything about him, and why he could not accept the only unwavering unconditional love he was offered.
A few weeks ago I saw a video on instagram of this father talking about a conversation he had with his daughter, who was feeling a little uncomfortable with her friend group. A new girl started to play with her and her best friend and she said she wasn't exactly jealous, but that maybe it was that she was afraid that there wasn't enough love to go around. Her dad had to explain to her that love is not like a pizza - it's not finite, a limited amount that could be taken and hogged by someone else. But Kousuke never learned this. His father's love was commodified and he was made to fear this other kid who he mistakenly believed knew a version of his father he'd never been privy to. He never learned that love is finite, that Rand could have enough love for the both of them, and feared that Nol would hog it all - that he WAS hogging it all because whether or not it was good or bad, Nol received more attention that Kousuke did. And that speaks VOLUMES about how Kousuke sees Rand, what he thinks of their relationship. In his mind, he is still unworthy, that he's not noteworthy enough.
This part gets to me so badly. We, as omniscient readers, know that Rand has tried his best, but that Yui runs a spectacular interference with which he can't compete, largely because of the roles their family have placed them in - Rand the busy businessman, Yui the mommy homemaker. But no matter how hard he tries, it isn't good enough. Rand tries to reach Kousuke, but the manipulation and paranoia are so far gone that the times Rand does have the chance to convey his feelings, Kousuke can't even believe it, because he thinks he's not good enough to deserve that love, that he hasn't fully qualified for it yet. And despite that, Nol, who Kousuke feels hasn't done half of what he has to deserve Rand's love, gets the attention. It doesn't matter that it's negative attention, that Rand barks at Nol, that Nol feels Rand hates and regrets him, because ultimately, it's still more than Kousuke receives. And worse, to him, every time Rand is busy reprimanding Nol, he turns away from Kousuke to do it.
I want to make it clear that this is a deep trauma point of Kousuke's. He's never learned healthy love and the only person who gave him healthy love was someone he was set to fear and fight. Something I think about a lot is the flashback to Kousuke, in the bushes, watching Nessa and Nol's display of warm affection, before Yui appears literally looming before him. In that moment, he witnesses something he's been deprived of. "We're not like other families"'. He's told from a young age he shouldn't compare himself to those healthy families, to warm and affectionate relationships that he will not cultivate in this household. From such a young age it is normalized, that they aren't like others, that they are cold and distant. From a young age, he's made to stuff down his feelings, his tender wants and desires, in order to earn them. To be a good little boy who makes his parents proud. To make his father look his way.
There's also something about the way he says "I've been a good boy" that echoes Shinae learning she's been manipulated by Yui, devastated and angry and yelling about how she's been a good girl so why do these things keep happening to her, all she wanted to do was help her dad. Two people who, from a young age, felt they had to be so obedient, so good, to not be a burden, and despite following the rules, despite doing as they were told, despite trying to be whatever version of "good" they believed in, the world still beat them up and mistreated them. The world still punished them.
As Rin in our discord server pointed out, though, to some degree, Kousuke is very much a person who can - and does - act out, when he's emotionally high-strung. He's a volatile man, and it's largely to do with the fact that he's been drugged to placate him for so long. He never learned emotional regulation, he never learned how to deal with high-stress situations or to face conflict or to own up to things. This is something that some readers who hate Kousuke and expect him to act a certain way because of his age are missing. You don't just learn these things with age. You learn them with experience and Kousuke was deprived of the opportunity TO have those experiences. He never had to learn these behaviors, and now as an adult he cannot function when overwhelmed.
Idk this whole episode is just heartbreaking. It's devastating. I remember when I was someone praying on Kousuke's downfall and now I want to take it all back ;___; I always believed he had to crash and burn to be able to see the world for what it really was and to face his fears, but this is somehow so much worse.
And even though he's drunk, I don't think he's going to forget all of this in the morning. Rather, I think what he's voicing are things that have been plaguing him since waking up in the hospital. From that moment, we saw him wary and distrustful of his mother, we saw his concern for Nol rising above everything else, but grappling with the understanding that he doesn't deserve to stand in front of Nol anymore. These aren't epiphanies coming to him just because he's drunk; it's more like he's only voicing them because he's drunk. But even when he sobers up, he will probably still be haunted by these fears, these agonies, these truths, this understanding.
How does he face his mother after this? How does he face anyone? He may not even feel like he can trust Jayce - who while very kind to him, is still employed by his family. He may not even feel like he can trust Hansuke (though I really hope that's not the case).
He's so miserable and it genuinely hurts to have him lay it all out for us - everything we've known and suspected, like how it was so painfully clear he WANTED Nol's friendship, their brotherhood, but feared it, didn't believe that there was enough love to go around, that there could only be one of them and that even if it was for good or bad reasons, Nol cast him in the shadow. And all these years, watching as Nol, as Yeonggi, grew into this person who sounded so very much like this unknown version of their father, someone funny who makes others laugh, someone goofy, someone so boyish in the ways Kousuke was never allowed to be. Watching as he gathers friends, while Kousuke, so unlikeable, is wanted only for his money, for his status, for the clout.
He doesn't even know WHO HE IS! Questioning his own traits he's believed of himself, wondering if this is even him, if these parts of him are real or does he just act it, say it, pretend it, while trying to fulfill a role he was shoved into. That makes me feel SO deeply sad, because it's something I've been anticipating for so long: Kousuke wondering WHO he really is, how much of him is real and how much of it is the result of manipulation.
And that moment that he catches himself and says no no that's offensive and rude you can't be like that. ;AAA;
For him to admit how much he envies others, how much he craves the kind of connection others have, the kind of family others have, to feel that love and warmth that he's been deprived of, forced to endure this solitude because, as he believes, he didn't get the good parts of Rand. And what will happen when he learns that Rand isn't his father? That he never stood a chance to inherit any of those traits. Kousuke has operated on this belief that, if he tries hard enough, he can earn the things he craves, but I fear learning about his parenthood will make him think that no matter how hard he tried, he would never earn that, because none of it was ever him, could have gone to him.
I think this is where Shinae, in the future, will come in. I feel so very strongly that she will be someone who helps Kousuke to see that this isn't true, that these kinds of personality traits aren't something inherited, but rather something learned. For him to one day realize it's the paralyzing fear that holds him back, not his genetics. Of course, I acknowledge this will still take a lot of therapy but...
Something else very remarkable to me is the way Kousuke recognizes Shinae in Shinhye, because their eyes "feel the same" and he opens up to her - on some level, whether or not he is consciously aware of it, Kousuke knows, or maybe just wants to, that he can trust Shinae. That she is someone who is safe. He even knows how she feels about his mother. I don't think we'll see a lot of Kousuke and Shinae's friendship until we're passed our timeskips, but it makes me feel a little hopeful about it, that she'll be able to reach him, because she feels like someone who is safe. It's the way he sees Nol in her and wants to try to have that do over, a relationship with someone who has unconditional love for him. It's the way he knows he mistreated Nol, that it was wrong, that he took it all out on this kid he was so afraid of because he had no other outlet, and he wants to do better but knows that there's nothing to salvage anymore.
But also, it just makes me hope more and more that in the future we WILL see a reconciliation between the brothers. As I say every time, it doesn't mean they have to become brothers or friends, but I just want them to see each other fully. Kousuke knows what he did to Nol. He doesn't deny it, even if he might not say it out loud unless he's drunk. But Nol is still so in the dark. Yujing is trying to tip him off and make him aware of it, but I hope one day when Nol realizes it, when he finds out that Kousuke, too, was Yui's victim, that he wasn't the only one, that Kousuke was made to fear Nol's love, he might.... understand. I'm saying understand here loosely because I don't want people to get the idea that I mean Nol will forgive him and Kousuke will be justified, but rather that Nol would be able to understand why Kousuke felt that way, and move on. But I can't help but hope that it will lead to an understanding, a reconciliation, where maybe they can try to be in each other's lives.
I think it's also interesting that Shinhye was somewhat honest, even if she wasn't very forthcoming, with Kousuke about her own family. It sounds like her mother has been gone for a long time, that she's been on her own the whole while, and I think it reinforces the idea that she believes both that Simhan is her father and that he rejected her, that he didn't want anything to do with her. It lines up, too, with how she feels that he wouldn't react well if he saw her (although I think she credited that to looking like their mother). In the same way that Shinae has felt abandoned and cast aside by their mother, Shinhye probably thinks their father never tried reach out, to find them, to maintain a relationship with her. Or perhaps it's that her mother fed her lies about him, made her believe him a different type of man, made her believe there would never be anything of their relationship to salvage. And given that she's the one who Kousuke opened to, it makes me think that there must be some kind of parallel there; the way she mentioned her own mother feels like maybe her mother, too, was a manipulative - or at the very least, dishonest - person.
I don't speculate a lot on Shinhye because frankly I don't think I know enough about her to really try to talk about her, but I do think that it's very likely there's some kind of connection between Shinhye and the Hirahras or Gun. To be clear, I don't believe she's working with Yui at all. I think it's more like... Alyssa isn't the only girl who has been trafficked by Gun. What's the likelihood that Shinae and Shinhye's mother was? Given her history, the gambling addiction that was so egregious her reputation haunted Shinae and chased her to a new neighborhood and school, was she seeking money somewhere else, somewhere more dangerous? Is that part of why they had to change their name? There's so many questions left about them, and I look forward to learning more about her, but, much like with Alyssa, I think it will take time and be dropped in little tidbits like this - things to read into and try to glean something from.
And maybe we'll see more of this duo in the future? It would feel a little weird to give them this one single run in, but I'm not entirely sure. Quimchee likes to keep us on our toes. After all, Minhyuk and Shinhye have also had only the one run in. Still, I think it would be interesting to watch, if Shinhye ever felt.... I want to say maybe compelled? to dig in more to Kousuke, ever feel a kind of kinship. I don't think she'll open up to him at all, but rather, maybe she'd keep going back because a. he's wealthy and there's more she can nick from him (assuming he doesn't realize she stole anything while in his apartment, if he even remembers any of this) and b. wanting to gather more intel.
Like I said though, she's hard to read so I don't want to cling too hard to any ideas and, instead, sit back and enjoy the show.
#ILY Brainrot#ILY FP#ILY Spoilers#I Love Yoo#Kousuke Hirahara#Shinhye#idk what to tag her as because we know she isn't known as Shinhye anymore#and because Simhan and their mother never married AND she was from a previous relationship Yoo isn't even her family name#so I can't really use Shinhye Yoo lol#alas#anyway this episode was DEVASTATING and quimchee said it's the beginning of the sad episodes meant to happen in March#literally said 'It's all downhill from here'#which I take to mean til the timeskip#BUCKLE UP BABIES WE'RE GOING FOR A BIG CRY SESH ;______;#i gotta say tho this episode didn't even make me cry - i guess because none of this is new and I've been bracing myself for it#Kousuke is so fucking wet cat it agonizes me ;_____;#I could write a whole essay on how Yui destroyed him and Nol in one fell swoop#i think a lot about precocious little Kousuke who tried so hard to be a good little boy and rushed through school because he wanted so badl#to hurry up and catch up to his father and join him in the workplace#all the opportunities he lost#the way he tried to fit himself into a personality a person he never picked out but just believed would get him what he wanted#he lost himself in the process#or maybe he never even got to know himself#i think too a lot about Kousuke who played piano and gave it up when he came to believe it wasn't important to his dad#that it didn't garner the attention and praise he seeked#so he dropped it to better mold himself into someone he thought Rand WOULD be proud of#FUCKING DEVASTATED#I'M GOING TO JUMP OFF THE ROOF SOBS
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Hi afra I hope your fine .
tell me your 5 fav/top diaboy.
I feel like this ask is a little like this one. But in a different way. Well as I said before I really don't have a very strong feeling for Diaboys. Also this ask is similar to my favorite ships but in future I should make a separate post for my ships ranking. But in order:
6_ Carla/Reiji
I love their personality and intelligent so much. As like I love Victorian stories, Carla always has this vibe that I really enjoy. Reiji is my type between all boys and I like him so much.
5_ Yuma
Who doesn't love this big baby bear. His relationship with Yui is always interesting for me because both of them are kind and sweetheart and their height difference 🤭. Yuma's loyalty is always best.
4_ Subaru
I guess everyone love this tsundere boy. He is so cute and almost best between his brothers. I adore his kindness and cute side for Yui.
3_ Shu
He is just Ahhhhh 😆. I like him. Although I like him just and just with Yui. Like other boys.
Sorry but I can't ship diaboys with anyone other than Yui.
2_ Ruki
I guess everyone already know that Ruki is my favorite Diaboy. His personality is really like me. I understand him so much. His interested in books and cooking is just like me 😭. And the way he calls Yui his angel 😭🥺.
_1 Best girl ever: Yui Komori
I know the ask was for boys not Yui. But sorry not sorry I love her so much. She is always my favourite. Not in DL fandom. In all whole world. She is 200% my comfort character. She is best in everything. She is the most mentally strong character that I know. Going through all those events and staying strong is just a thing that Yui can do.
She is so pretty like goddesses and angels. Her blonde, fluffy and shining hair is like sun and I'm sure her hair smells like flowers. Her innocent pink eyes are symbol of angels. And her beautiful and angelic smile. Everything about her is perfect.
She is so strong and she taught me a lot of things. It's just because of her that I can stay strong in hard situations of my country. She is my inspiration.
She is so smart and her loves to book is adorable. I wish we could talk a lot about our favourite books together.
Look I can speak about Yui for a whole week because she is always perfect for me.
I will make a lot appreciate posts for Yui in the future.
#diabolik lovers#dialovers#yui komori#komori yui#ruki mukami#mukami ruki#shu sakamaki#reiji sakamaki#subaru sakamaki#yuma mukami#tsukinami carla#carla tsukinami#admin#admin afra talks
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For the Love of Fic: January 2
I've been doing my best to get caught up on a verrrrrrry long reading list. I know I sound like a broken record, but I'm a super slow reader (both in having the time to read and actual reading speed), and many of my favorite writers are bananas prolific, so it's easy for me to fall behind. My lists for the immediate future will probably be in character groupings, since that helps me organize and sift.
Today you're getting these lovelies in some fic I've been loving!
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EZRA
Cross My Heart by @brandyllyn
This wins for my favorite of the week. How can it not, when it is from my Secret Santa???? Brandy softens our scoundrel but keeps his dangerous edge which I really love and appreciate. This could have been your regular Gift of the Magi fic, but it goes above and beyond. Not only do these lovers do what they can to give each other the world, they get to keep their spoils too. My heart would follow his anywhere. <3
untitled by @brandyllyn
So after reading Cross My Heart, I decided to catch up on the remaining Ezra fic of Brandy's I haven't read yet and I was not disappointed, not at all. If Ezra came to me for advice on how to touch a lady, I don't think I'd be able to hold myself together this well...
When They Disentwine by @brandyllyn
Holy BALLS this is hot like fire. A little misunderstanding leads to some really delicious punishment--read the warnings. Do I like a little danger in my Ez? Fk yeah I do. Soft and dangerous. This serves.
Hold Fast to Dreams by @brandyllyn
Here it is, friends. One of the most beautifully written, soft, wonderful Ezra stories full of books and hope and healing and it's rendered me nearly speechless. I don't know what else to say except DANG.
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MAX PHILLIPS
Bangathon: Position: Reverse Cowgirl by @prolix-yuy
Oh. My gods. I did not expect the soft. And yet. Here it is. And I am clawing for it. The moment he realizes he's actually into her kind of destroyed me. And I love that they're both in the same place...fkn hells. I swoon. This's the good stuff.
Negotiations by @prolix-yuy
Another treat from LJ with a softer, yearning Max. Yes, he's got more ego than he should have, but it gets a swift, satisfying kick in the ass when he comes up against you. And do you ever give him a run for his money. A lovely little twist and sweet surprise.
A Rough (Pumpkin) Patch by @blueeyesatnight
Can we all acknowledge how satisfying it is to witness Max get pouty when he doesn't get his way? And then twist things around to make his own fun? He may hate hay rides and pumpkin picking, but if you're the only two in the field, there may be more fun to be had....
I Wanna Do Bad Things With You by @chronically-ghosted
I too would be tempted to tell Max to feed from me while we did the do. But you know what I am? A soft girl with a weakness for a build up. So imagine my joy when I found out this was a series in progress...one bite/drink/base at a time! And there are feelings? What! This is all my monsterfkr dreams with Max come true.
Polynesian Kiss by @morallyinept
Listen. He's Max. He's your boss, and he's a vampire, and you're his PA. And blood donor. And bang buddy. And you just can't make it into work because your cramps are murder. Lucky you, you've just become a dispenser for Max's favorite treat, and he is here to FEAST. I love a man who loves his meal, and goodness does he ever enjoy you. TASTY.
Blood & Tinsel by @morallyinept
Read the warnings on this one, because Max has his influence on and you're not submitting to his office booty call of your own free will. But you would if he'd let you. He doesn't know that. Yet. I love how Jett writes his reaction to that little tidbit....she's got this power-hungry jackass down.
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EDDIE THE VAMPIRE
An Act of Kindness pt. 2 by @missredherring
Oh my gosh, Eddie's become a rescue pup! He has nowhere to go and nobody to look after him and he was so young when he turned...he's so confused. I just wanna comfort the boy. It's a good thing Bella's here to look after the little darling. (Guest appearance by one Jack Daniels with mentions of Max Phillips and a Liam easter egg.)
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WING PIT GUY
2023 Summer Kiss Prompt #3: Daniel (Wing Pit) - Distracting Kiss by @something-tofightfor
Rachael's Wing Pit Guy is named Daniel and there's just something about him that's comfortable and goofy and total boyfriend material. (And he can clean a chicken wing bone in one smooth go.) You know that kissing him is gonna taste like sauce, and since he really loves his wings, you know that sauce is gonna be good. And real. And sweet. Just like this fic.
2023 Summer Kiss Prompt #11: Daniel Harper (Wing Pit) - A Kiss After Pain by @something-tofightfor
It's finally time for a real first date, but before that, time to meet Daniel's dog. Raider is just a dog, doing dog things and doesn't mean to slip up. But istg if anyone here hurts Raider I will burn this site to the ground. There's a really sweet kiss in here and I am all for it. But I am having trouble deciding if I love Raider or Daniel more right now...
Smutsgiving 2023: Sweet Potato Casserole / Daniel Harper (Wing Pit Pedro) by @something-tofightfor
First of all, marshmallow fluff is genius. Second of all, I don't care how sticky it is. I hate sticky and I would still allow supreme level boyfriend coded Daniel to cover me in it.
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TIM ROCKFORD
Rockford & Roan Pt. 5 by @littlemisspascal
There's a number of reasons why I'm freaking out about this chapter. It's dark. There's a body. Tim is mystereously cold and Roan is being warned not to be taken advantage by his less than perfect tendancies. Doubt is strewn. Our Very Good Boy Banjo is a little doggie king. And then there's the special guest star, complete with cliffhanger...and I'm in LOVE.
Morning, His Place by @words-are-fireproof
A slice of life, an early morning in the kitchen with Tim before he has to leave for work. And yet, in just a short piece, there's so much detail and background given between the characters, just in the little things they say and do, the pictures on the wall, the things Tim forgets. Simple and lovely.
2023 Summer Kiss Prompt #5: Tim Rockford - Jealous Kiss by @something-tofightfor
Black Days Tim has a hold on me, and Rachael's given him a lot of groundedness and depth. He's not surprised by much, except when he surprises himself.
Smutsgiving 2023: Apple Pie / Tim Rockford by @something-tofightfor
Another Black Days Tim, and this one has him apologizing to his lady for not being home for Thanksgiving by utilizing his desk when she comes to visit him. Yes plz.
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DIETER BRAVO
Star Boy by @ezrasbirdie
I'm in love with the Star Boy and his Cool Girl so so much and this installment in the Starstruck Series was no exception. They have so much to navigate together and it can't be the easiest thing to date a movie star. But I'm willing to take the chance if he love love loved me this very much.
Misfire by @qveerthe0ry
If it's something I'm fascinated and enamored of, it's a boy that comes untouched. Dunno why that's a kink of mine, maybe I just find it endearing when someone loses control. This one has no romantic or sexual connection to it though, and it's Dieter actually being embarrassed. I am not above smiling while watching that man be flustered and suffer a little.
Bravo, Dieter. by @juletheghoul
If you haven't had a taste of Jules' writing (first of all, where have you been), then this is as good a place as any to start. Pretty writing, smooth Dieter, make up sex ahoy, and all the neck nibbles you can't keep your cool over....
Paint Me Like One of Your French Girls by @missredherring
While there's some verbal teasing, this is a working relationship, but a good one. I mean, I don't know if I'm in the right crotchspace to let Dieter paint my naked body and be cool about it, but if I was, I would hope it would be as endearing as this.
Dress Me Up and Call Me Pretty by @morallyinept
This is one of the hottest things I have ever read. Dieter is an absolute mess, his own worst enemy, and reader is an angel who gives him everything he needs--and discovers she likes it too. The LOVE. The kink. The marathon. The care. Just go. Go now and get your strap on.
Run Over By A Reindeer... by @blueeyesatnight
Blue has such a good grip on Dieter and I love his perfect balance of shithead horny actor and genuinely nice horny guy. I laughed out loud at this multiple times too, because Blue's also good at Dieter's dipshit humor. This is definitely one of my favorites this season.
Smutsgiving 2023: Stuffing / Dieter Bravo by @something-tofightfor
This is Dieter from Rachael's Locked Down series and I have a real soft spot for these two...and for this particular take on Dieter. He's someone who surprises you constantly, showing a disaster to the world while being actually put together underneath. Stuffing shows up in more ways than one here. As does mention of a raccoon....
2023 Summer Kiss Prompt #10: Dieter Bravo - A Kiss While Baking by @something-tofightfor
This one is sweet in every sense of the word. Brownies, kisses, heartfelt feelings, a peek at a possible future... I love Locked Down Dieter so much and it's nice to see him domestic and happy.
Touch Me Touch Me Touch Me by @missredherring
It's subby D time! This time with a free use kink and some audio erotica built in! At first I was a little sorry for our needy boy, but man, does he get it in the end....and how.
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#bloodsucking bastards fanfic#max phillips#snl fanfic#wing pit guy#prospect fanfic#ezra#the bubble fanfic#dieter bravo#buffy the vampire slayer fanfic#eddie the vampire
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Blocked By Snow ║ I
a/n: this series is directly inspired by @prolix-yuy 's absolutely gorgeous series something new I can't recommend this series enough 💕 thank you so much for allowing me once more to delve into this world. I appreciate you so much and so glad to have met you 💚
pairing: santiago "pope" garcia x fem!reader
genre: smut, romance, minors dni
word count: 5.8k
summary: With everyone out of town for the holidays, a lonely Santiago wanders the streets. His nightly walk leads him to your coffee shop.
warnings: sex worker!santi, a bit of insecure/shy reader, foodplay, piv, bdsm dynamics, messy oral (receiving), dirty talking
a/n: you don't necessarily have to read the first one shot to read this but it would make more sense if you did 💚
watercolor eyes'verse masterlist | A VERY PSYCHEDELIC WINTER '22
dividers by the lovely @firefly-graphics
Santiago never had enjoyed the cold.
He hates the way cold pricks at his skin as he walks, a needle-like sensation that makes his body feel perpetually uncomfortable. The empty street echoes with the crunch of snow and every time he takes a step he slightly slips. Which keeps him in a purgatory of an almost falling feeling for the entire winter season. But of course that’s not all. He also sweats easily. He doesn’t have to do much. He could just be walking to the bus stop and he would break out in sweat. Which means that the inside of his coat is always sickly warm, his damp shirt clinging to his skin with his every move. He can’t take his coat off. Because sweat soaked skin combined with cold wind equals a runny nose and lungs full of germs. He just can’t win during these times. Everything’s a hassle.
However, he does enjoy the aesthetics of winter.
Taking in a deep breath, Santiago takes in the sight of the empty streets. It’s late, but even if it wasn’t, it would still be deserted. The city resembles a dystopian wasteland with muddy snow and wet concrete, he loves it. A car passes by and the ground gleams with a yellow light. He takes another breath. There is no sun to force him to smile, to force him to be in a good mood. With weather like this, it was just mandatory to be somber and a little bit sad. He thinks better. He understands his emotions better.
Santiago stops and pulls out a box of Marlboros. Frankie would’ve had his head if he’d seen, but thankfully —and maybe a bit unthankfully— his friend wasn’t in town. Him and Ms Jackson had gone away for the holiday season, wanting to spend it away from the city’s hustle and bustle. Still standing still, Santiago takes a deep huff of his cigarette and hisses out the smoke, watching it curl into the sky. Will and Benny were also away, beckoned to come back home by their mother. So that just left him. Alone to aimlessly wander the streets.
He resumes his steps with nicotine filled lungs. Memories of you floods his mind, you were the last client he had for a while. No one really calls for him or the guys anymore, the calls are mostly for the girls, which he doesn’t mind but he just can’t stop thinking of you. Santiago was hopeful you would call again. But his hopes for it diminished after two weeks. Then he remembered you talking about your struggling shop and how it was getting harder and harder to make rent.
So maybe that was why you hadn’t called. Or you just found someone else. The possibilities were endless, he could’ve also called, but just because it worked out fine for Frankie didn’t mean that it would work out for him.
His teeth sink into the butt of the cigarette, half smoked now. Santiago still remembers how nervous you sounded when you first made the call. How nervous you were when he arrived. He doesn’t remember much about your home, he only remembers how you looked when you came on his tongue, fingers, and cock.
Santiago takes another deep inhale of smoke.
He still thinks of you sometimes, especially on nights where he’s bored or too lazy to hit the bars. Santiago often imagines his fist as your pretty pussy, fucking it until he’s oversensitive and whimpering from his own hand, cum drooling down his fingers—
A sudden shiver climbs up from the bottom of his spine and knocks the air right out of his lungs. The skin above his lower stomach tingles. Maybe he should head home, pour himself a glass of scotch and show himself a good time.
Then, with the corner of his eyes, he sees a bright neon light. He looks up and throws the half smoked cigarette to the ground, grinding it down with the tip of his shoe. Cafe Watercolor the sign says, it’s bright and pink and doesn’t go with the cold winter aesthetic he had made for himself. Santiago peers inside with narrowed eyes. It looks cute enough, with lots of colorful and tasteful decor. He sees pastries gleaming behind glass and his lust is replaced with hunger.
Santiago’s fingers hover an inch away from the glass door when he sees you; His eyes go wide, lips parting with a soft gasp. You’re struggling with the faucet. He watches you with unblinking eyes, you hit the tap a couple of times and soon water begins to pour from the nuzzle. Starting to wash your hands, you let out a breath of relief.
Never one to back down from whatever life throws at him, he pushes the door and flinches as a soft chime announces his presence.
Your face is priceless.
You turn to him with a smile —presumably expecting a random customer — and your smile wavers with a subtle twitch of your lips. Your eyebrows go all the way to your hairline. Your gaze is somewhere between being astonished and fearful. At least, that’s what Santiago thinks he saw, but the emotion disappears just as quickly before he can pinpoint what it was.
“Santi,” you breathe out, the soft tone of your voice going straight to his cock. Between being hungry and cold, he was having the weirdest boner ever.
“Hey there, sweetheart.” he grins and takes a step inside. “I saw you through the window and thought I should come in and say hi.”
“Hi,” you let out a nervous laugh. “You…You really came here just to say hi?”
He grins, “Well to be completely honest I saw the pastries first, then I saw you. So, if we’re going to be technical about it, no.”
“Oh,” your eyes drop to the display of baked goods. You’re still smiling which calms Santiago’s worries that he might’ve been accidentally rude. “Which one did you have your eyes on? It’s on the house.”
“Really? I mean I can pay– In fact I want to pay,”
“No no it’s completely fine!” you dismiss him with the wave of a hand. “Tell me, which one did you want?”
He finds the sparkles in your eyes endearing. Never in his life had Santiago thought that him picking out a desert would be the source of such glee. He walks closer to the display; he sees pies, cinnamon rolls, eclairs, donuts and much much more. It’s surprising how such a small place can produce such a variety of deserts. He points to the eclairs with a soft smile.
“Would you want coffee too?”
“Sure, but bring one for you too. I would love to catch up if you’re not busy?”
“Free as a bird.” your lips crack in a bittersweet smile. “I’ll be right there.”
Picking a table near the large windows, Santiago shrugs off his coat and drapes it behind the wooden chair. It takes you a while until you join him. He can hear muttered curses and pleas coming from behind the coffee machine. The urge to go and help bubbles inside of him, blood pooling underneath his nails as he forces himself to sit. He doesn’t want you to think that he’s trying to undermine you, especially not in your own cafe.
Instead, he takes this opportunity to examine his surroundings. It really is a nice place. The wall behind the counter consists of black marble that reaches all the way to the ceiling, a soft yellow light is attached to it, giving the whole cafe an eternal autumn feeling. The rest of the walls are a soft shade of beige. Santiago noticed wooden frames attached to the wall, painted over the same color to give it a more rustic feel. He wonders if you did all of this on your own or if you had help. He hopes that you did. Artwork of every kind was also scattered across the walls.
After further inspection he realizes that he’s actually been here before —well not been, but more walked past— Your apartment must be close because he recognizes the crooked street sign. It starts to snow outside. His eyes flicker from one snowflake to another, watching them like a cat.
“Here we go!” you say triumphantly as you place an eclair and a steaming hot mug in front of him. Sitting down, you take another mug off the tray and place the tray on top of the table next to you. “Sorry that took me a while, the coffee machine has been giving me trouble lately,”
“It’s fine,” his eyes drop down to the mug, staring at it as if the dark liquid might have poison in it.
“Is everything alright?”
He doesn’t want to trouble you, “Sorry, yeah it’s just…uh–”
“Come on, you can tell me.”
“Can I have milk?”
You stare at him a brief second before bursting out laughing. His cheeks warm up. Santiago clutches the mug, looking offensively at his reflection in the black coffee. Noticing his withdrawal, you place a hand on his wrist and give it a soft squeeze. Your gaze softens, your laughter only leaving a ghost-like smile on your lips.
“Sorry sorry. I just didn’t think you would want milk in your coffee, in fact I had an eternal debate going on while I was making it. I thought to myself ‘should I ask him if he wants milk?’ then the other voice in my head said ‘No no he’s too cool for that.’”
Santiago raises his gaze, an amused smile tugging at the corner of his lips, he cocks an eyebrow.
“First of all, how can someone be too cool for milk?” he shakes his head, his lips parting with a chuckle. “And second of all how on earth did you come to the conclusion that I was cool?”
“Well, I think you’re cool.” You shrug, such a simple action, yet he’s entranced by the simplicity of it and your words. You actually believed in what you had said. “As for your first question, I don’t know. I feel like everyone has an issue with milk these days. I have, like, a million different types of milk. I miss it when it was just soy, almond and lactose free. Those were simpler times.”
“Don’t worry whole milk is just fine with me,”
You switch his mug with yours and his brows furrow with confusion.
“I already put milk in mine and haven’t had a sip yet so you can have it instead.”
“Are you sure? Don’t you want milk in yours?”
“I’m fine with it, don’t worry.” you take a sip to demonstrate, but he can see the twitch of your eyes as the bitter liquid hits your tongue. “See. I love it. Anyway, how have you been?”
Santiago allows you to live in bliss thinking that you fooled him.
“I’ve been doing good, work is pretty much the same nothing new,”
“I’m glad.”
Santiago hates the way you suddenly recoil, both emotionally and physically. You lean back into your chair, as if you’re trying to escape him, and warm your palms against the porcelain surface of the mug. He’s not sure what to make of this. Is this just a normal awkward pause or are you suddenly bothered about what he does for a living? He’s hoping the latter isn’t the case but anxiety rolls in his stomach anyway.
“What about you? How’s the cafe running business going?”
It’s a sad smile that you’re giving him. You trace the rim of the mug with your thumb, your gaze watching the snow. You begin to explain to him what’s been going on; the faucets are messed up but you don’t have the money to fix them, the coffee machine is on its last breath and the bills keep piling up— Santiago nods along, adding his two scents where it’s needed and finally bites into his eclair.
He moans. “Holy shit—”
“What’s wrong?”
Your voice is panicked and he would feel bad if the fucking eclair hadn’t tasted so good. The pastry melts in his mouth. The chocolate gave him a buzz of pleasure no desert ever had before. He lets out another muffled moan, his eyes falling shut without realizing.
“Sorry,” he chokes out, swallowing. “This just tastes really good. Did you make this?”
“I did, yeah,” then you quickly add. “You really like it?”
“Of course I do. It’s the best thing I’ve ever put in my mouth,” a mischievous smile curls at the corner of his lips, he moves his eyes across your slowly and licks the chocolate off his lips. “Well, maybe not the best thing.”
You stare at him with blown wide pupils. Your mouth falls open and your fingers twitch around the mug. Santiago is ninety nine percent sure that if he looks under the table this very second your thighs would be rubbing against each other like two sticks trying to ignite a fire. Knowing this only makes his smile wider. There’s nothing he enjoys more than making an overworked woman fluster. However, teasing you is even more fun. You’re so expressive —something that he noticed the first time he came over— and he thrives in it.
Santiago’s mind buzzes with a forming idea. With an unwavering smile, he turns the half bitten eclair towards you. Your eyes move between his face and the pastry, your confusion makes his cock twitch.
“If you don’t believe me,” he says slowly, squeezing the side of the eclair so that more cream comes out. “Have a bite and see for yourself,”
Santiago is convinced that he can hear your heartbeat. Raising his eyebrows, he inches the desert closer. Your lips open up for him. His world falls into slow motion. He sees the pink of your tongue and your taste hangs heavy on his tongue, you refuse to break eye contact as you bite into the fluffy pastry. Cream stains the corner of your lips, pulling away, you lick the sweet remains away.
Now it was Santiago’s turn to become flustered. He shifts uncomfortably in his seat, the length of his cock catches against the rough surface of his zipper, his throat rattles with a choked moan. You think you’re sly with the way you smirk at him, but he’s never one to shy away, and seeing that you failed to properly lick the chocolate away, he swipes it away with the pad of his thumb then licks it clean.
He convinces himself that he stepped out of line, as harmless as his flirting might be, he isn’t sure how you feel about it.
What he doesn’t expect is for you to invite him upstairs to your apartment.
He’s even more surprised when he realizes he’s actually been hoping for the invite.
Your apartment is the same as he remembers, the only exception being the Christmas decorations.
With a shy smile tugging at your lips, Santiago allows you to guide him into the depths of your apartment. You’re definitely a lot more outgoing compared to when he first met you. He likes the change.
He wonders if you’ve been with anyone else after him. Have you delved deeper into the BDSM pithole? Have you experimented more?
The thought makes his head spin.
“Would you like anything?” you ask politely.
“Do you have any more of that cream filling?”
“What?”
He swallows down when a bubble of laughter surfaces. The look you’re giving him is priceless; Your eyes wide, eyebrows raised, and breathing uneven. It’s truly a sight to see.
“I just wanted to try something out, if it’s alright with you,”
“Yeah… yeah!” you rummage through the fridge. “I think I might have some leftovers,” And alas you pull away from the fridge with a nearly full piping bag. “Will this be enough?”
“That’s plenty.”
He stalks towards you similar to a predator nearing its prey, he slowly takes the piping bag from your hand, purposefully brushing his fingers over your knuckles. There’s a silent command in his eyes, and without voicing it out, he moves his lips; Open up.
And, fuck, you actually do open your mouth.
The pink of your tongue moves past your lips, Santiago’s eyes go wide, a smug smile etched into his face. He lifts the piping bag up and squeezes a dollop onto the flat of your tongue. Normally, if it was anyone else, they would’ve closed their lips and tasted the sweetness of the cream. But not you. You know better. You’ve been learning ever since that fateful night. You won’t do anything without his say so, and to have that control —that trust— it does something to him. Suddenly he wants to stop the game and ravish you right here in the kitchen. He wants to make a mark of himself. A mark that would linger even when he’s gone.
But instead a growl rattles his chest, he leans forward and flattens his tongue against yours, tasting the cream. The moan you let out urges him to lick you clean, he sucks the tender muscles into his mouth. It marks the start of the most deprived kiss of his entire life. He inhales the air from your lungs, whenever you peel away from him, gasping for air, he squeezes more cream between your lips. You taste so sweet, so shamelessly you.
His one hand grips your waist, forcing you to grind against him as he devours your mouth in a literal sense. Your moans bleed into one another, neither of you knowing from whom the lewd sounds are coming from. His hand slides up from your waist and settles on your breast, he squeezes hard. A whimper joins the sinful symphony.
Your body trembles, your nostrils flare. He can’t help it as he squeezes a bit more cream into your mouth, the quick action serving as a moment for you to breathe. He closes the distance immediately after, some part of his brain —the one that still holds some awareness— reminds him of the time Will got really into Greek Mythology. Santiago always listened to him with half an ear, but a word echoes in his mind as he dives in for another kiss and another.
Ambrosia. The food of the Gods.
That’s what you are. So sweet and tender and addicting.
Santiago might’ve suffocated you if he hadn’t stopped, and deep down he knows that you’d allow him to.
It’s more of a shove instead of a gentle push back. Both of them pant heavily, their chest rising and falling with strained breaths. He notices the piping bag is still half full, it’s a surprise really, he feels that he’s been piping cream into your mouth for hours.
It’s you who breaks the silence.
“That was…wow,”
“You’re quite articulate, aren’t you?” he grins, licking his lips. Then his smile thins, a look of worry crossing his face. “Do you…want to do this? I definitely want to but I need to hear you say it. I don’t want you thinking I ambushed you.”
“Oh I definitely want this,” your smile soothes him. “I actually wasn’t sure if you wanted to.”
“Why wouldn’t I–” he clams his mouth shut, not really eager to dive into something that might make you uncomfortable (but he does take a mental note to address it later), he points at the both of you, poor finger frantically moving between bodies. “So we both want this then?”
You nod but there’s something in your expression he quite doesn’t get. “What is it?”
“It’s just…oh god, this is so awkward to ask but this— This isn’t— I’m a bit tight right now, as you probably guessed, and I can’t really—” frustrated, your hands suddenly shoot up into the air. “I’m such an idiot, sorry if I misread anything. I’m really shit at human interaction nowadays.”
It takes him a moment to understand what you’re trying to ask him, the lingering taste of cream sours on his tongue as he’s not sure what to make of it.
“Don’t worry, it’s completely free of charge.” he says, voice stale. Relief washes over you, which makes him realize that maybe you were just being insecure. A twinge of guilt flares in his heart. “I do like you, you know. It’s my fault if I hadn’t made that clear enough,”
“No no, it’s just me being completely insecure. You were clear it’s just, I needed to ask or the thought would eat at me all night. It’s just…you’re really pretty,”
Santiago snorts, his hand coming up to cover his mouth immediately. “I’m flattered, querida, but what does me being pretty have to do with me not wanting to be with you?”
When you struggle to find the words, he closes the distance and grabs your hand. You gasp as he presses your open palm against the outline of his erection. His mouth finds the crook of your neck, kissing the skin tenderly, he guides your hand up and down his length. His chest heaves.
“Is this proof enough that this pretty man wants to be with you?” he murmurs, the breath accompanying his words wetting your skin. “If you need more proof I think we need to head to the bedroom.”
“I definitely need more convincing,” you answer with a smile, a bit of playful nature hidden beneath your words.
“Lead the way,” he says with a grin.
However, before you move Santiago notices your eyes linger on the still half full piping bag. Your eyebrow raises with curiosity. Taking a step closer, Santiago wraps his arm around your waist and urges you to move, his lips touch your ear. Warm and soft.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’m not done decorating you yet.”
Only ten minutes in and you’re already a sticky, whimpering mess.
The empty piping bag is casted aside to the floor. He had kept his promise and decorated you. He’s encircled your pebbled nipples with cream, squeezed trails down your stomach and drew lines across your folds. You were a delight and he was going to savor every last bit of it.
He starts from your nipples that seem like cherries with heaping amounts of cream. Santiago rewards himself with a taste, tongue moving in languid circles, he refuses to touch you where you really want him to. You grow needy, impatient. Your back arches with hope. Cream accidentally stains the corners of his lips but he doesn’t mind. He nips at the swell of your breast and looks up to you between heavy eyelashes.
“Behave,” he murmurs, mouth full.
“B-But…Santi, please. I need you so bad that it hurts,”
He hums. He hides his amused smile by licking the cream off of your other breast. You let out a soft whimper and your fingers twitch against the sheets. You’re so responsive to him. He has been with his fair share of women, but none of them behaved the way that you did. You acted as if you would die without his touch, without his mouth and sinful tongue. It drives him mad, which leads him to drag his open palms up and down your thighs, goosebumps rise across your skin.
“Tell me how much,” he purrs, the slow drag of his tongue making you moan. “I want to know exactly how you’re feeling and maybe then…” he inhales. One hand moves towards your sex, fingers ghosting over your folds. “I’ll fuck this pretty pussy until you’re stupid,”
“I feel like I already am,” you confess with a weak smile, the words go straight to Santiago’s cock, a bead of precum dripping to the bed. “When you tease me, it feels as if a thousand needles are pricking into my skin. Ever since our first meeting I can’t stop thinking of you Santi. I think of your lips, your scent, your—”
You cut yourself at the very last second, looking away with slight embarrassment. Santiago looks down, kisses your nipple and allows his tongue to circle it.
You sigh his name out like it’s a breath of something warm and sweet.
“My cock?” he finishes for you. “Go on.”
When you say nothing he stops, he purposefully exhales a warm breath against your wet skin. Your jaw goes slack, eyes fluttering, your hips spread for him without further prompt. The next breath you take is shaky but you manage to speak, voice laced with undeniable want.
“I did some research, you know…about BDSM. And—” you swallow. “And I always think of how it would feel if it was you doing those things to me. Tying me up, whispering filth in my ear, using me however you please…”
With minimal movement he ruts against the bed, the grind of his hips slow, the soft surface of the blankets providing excellent friction. He whimpers into your skin.
“Have you tried any of it…with anyone?” he really didn’t want to ask but he needs to know, he’s not sure why though. A weak laughter drops from your lips, his gaze meets yours.
“I chickened out,” you sigh. He feels your nails at your nape and it forces a shudder up your spine. “I got scared.”
“Scared of what?”
“Of being that vulnerable in front of someone, I didn’t want to accidentally get hurt or…say something to the wrong person,”
The memory of the first night the two of you shared lights within his head; You’d said that you loved him. He didn’t think much of it to be honest, a lot of women said a lot of things when with him. He would never hold something like that above someone’s head, or make a big deal about it. But he also understands why you must’ve hesitated.
Santiago has a million things he wants to say to soothe you. The words overwhelm him, dance and roll into a snowball on his tongue. Saliva fills his mouth, he rolls his tongue against your tit before answering. His tongue loosens at the feel of your skin.
“What about me? Are you scared of being with me?”
“No.” you chuckle at the look of surprise he gives you, you cover your face with the back of your hand. “This might sound stupid but for some reason I fully tursted you ever since the first time I heard your voice.”
“That good, huh?”
Santiago hides his smile by kissing —and licking— a slow trail down from the swell of your stomach to your left thigh. Your skin glistens at where there used to be cream. He kisses your folds nice and slow, tongue dipping in between, his eyes nearly roll back when he tastes you. The sweetness of the cream elevates the taste, he cleans you up and delves deeper, the tip of his tongue circles around your entrance. He feels your nails on his scalp. Your thighs shake when he moves up to your clit, closing his lips around the sensitive nub, he sucks and licks. His name falls from your lips again and again, moans and mewls becoming louder and louder.
“Want you to come in my mouth,” he groans. “You think you can do that for me?”
When nothing but a whimper leaves you, he digs his nails into your skin as a warning.
“I–I want to. I can, please don’t stop—”
“That’s my girl.”
The way you shudder doesn’t go unnoticed by him. He pulls you against his face closer, a soft yelp tearing from your throat when he does. He throws your thighs over his shoulders and eats you out like a man starved. His cock throbs, begging for attention and friction, a wet patch steadily growing on the sheets. Slick drips out of you like nectar from a fruit, he groans into you, the reverberation making you twist and turn. Your body trembles under his palms, he knows your orgasm is within reach.
Sucking on your clit, he lifts his gaze. Your eyes are squeezed shut, lips parted; Santiago truly believes that every person looks good when receiving pleasure —how could it not with the way stress dissolves from your body— But you, you look extraordinary.
“Come on baby, give it to me. I want you flooding my mouth,”
“Fuck— fuckfuckfuck— Santi—” a sharp gasp tears through the air, your hands frantically search anywhere they can cling on. Your body twitches and you finally give him what he wants.
The taste overwhelmed him, his tongue moving along your slit over and over as you gush into his mouth. He swallows eagerly, drops of it drip down the corner of his lips but that doesn’t stop him. Santiago doesn’t stop until you’re whimpering for him to, your hands weakly tugging at his hair.
“That was gorgeous,” he says, voice dripping with uncontrollable lust. Before speaking again he places a tender kiss on your pelvis. “Now do you want that cock you’ve been missing so much?”
“You’re such a tease you know that, Santiago?”
“So I have been told.”
Santiago moves up your body, bringing your legs with him. He leans in as if he’s going to kiss you, a Cheshire cat-like grin spreading across his face.
“Do you want to taste yourself on my tongue?”
“God. Yes, please,”
He licks the seam of your lips before pushing his tongue into your mouth. You groan at the taste of yourself and he swallows every bit of noise you make. He presses the head of his cock inside, filling you up inch by inch. Your pussy hugs him so tight, it’s nearly suffocating. Santiago makes a choked out sound, his lips falling away from yours, he finds himself mouthing at the curve of your neck. He can feel how wet you are for him, your slick coating his cock. He hears the wet squelch as he buries himself into your warmth inch by inch.
Slowly, Santiago pulls back, his fingers curving around the back of your knees. Black dots dance across his vision.
“Fuck, you feel so good. You’re squeezing me so tight,” he swallows, his voice dropping. “Tell me how it feels,”
“So good,” you say, a choked out moan following. “So good. Please move.”
Deciding that he’d teased you enough for one night, Santiago moves. His own chase of pleasure is prominent in his movements; Frantic, fast, rough. Your head falls back, eyes squeezed tight, you brace your hands against the headboard.
“Yes…Santi—Yes, yes,”
His gaze drops down to witness the mess. You have him completely soaked, a sheer ring circling the base of his cock, he pounds into you again and again. Pleasure rakes across his skin, his stomach drawing tight.
“Thank you—” your voice is broken, shattered. He looks up, a slight worry to his gaze. Then you utter the words again. “Thank you, thank you, thank you—”
His balls throb and he nearly comes while inside. Shit shit shit. He quickly pulls out, the drag of his cock heavy between your folds, your eyes roll back, a whisper of his name sinfully falling from your lips.
“Why’d you stop?” you slur, hands searching for his skin. You let out a pleased hum when you managed to grip at his shoulders. “Did you come?”
He chuckles, “Not yet but nearly did.” his thumb strokes the inside of your knee. “Can you come for me again, pretty girl? Want to feel it.”
You breathe out a yes and he steadily slides back into you. It’s more difficult than he thought, you’re so warm and tight and wet. He was stupid for him to think that he would last. Without a word he lets go of your legs. He guides you so that you’ll stand on your hands and knees, his one hand moves between your legs as the other slowly slides up your back and rests on your shoulder. As he resumes his thrusts, he leans over you, his lips tracing shapes across your damp skin. He draws quick, short circles around your clit, you writhe underneath him, moaning and begging for release. It makes him dizzy.
It doesn’t take you long after that. The tell tale signs of your nearing orgasm as clear as day. Your body locks up, thighs staggering uncontrollably as he fills you again and again. Your breathing is frantic, your chest heaving as your orgasm shatters through you, wetting his cock and thighs. Santiago is quick to pull out, his mind hazy with lust, he strokes himself over your ass. He comes with a groan, hot ropes of cum stains your skin. You call out to him when you feel it, thanking him again and again. His cock twitches. Honestly, if you didn’t look so worn out he might’ve gone for round two.
But for now, he’ll stop. For your sake.
And maybe a bit for his knees sake.
“I’ll be right back with something to clean us with,” he says, giving your ass a soft smack. “Don’t go anywhere,”
“Does it look like I can move?” you answer with a lazy smile. You flop to your back and stretch. “Everything you need should be in the bathroom.”
The Christmas lights that burn bright in the living room bathes the wall in a soft color. A rainbow illuminating the darkness. Santiago thinks of himself as lucky because there was no way he could’ve found his way to the bedroom, especially since his eye sight wasn’t what it used to be. Hints of cinnamon lingers in the air, he can also vaguely smell chocolate but he could have been imagining it.
Santiago smiles when he finally spots the door of the bathroom. For the first time in a while he feels content, happy. The rain clouds above his head finally start to clear up a bit.
Lost in thought, Santiago doesn’t see the small stand right next to the door. Shit! Fuck—Fuck! Pain spreads from his foot to his leg. His mouth clamps shut as he tries to keep the noise he makes to a minimum, his skin burning with the need to scream. He inhales deep, fast breaths, nostrils flaring everytime he fills his lungs.
When the pain finally starts to subside a bit, he leans against the stand. His fingers twitch, the sound of paper crumpling reaches his ears. Raising an eyebrow, his gaze drops to the stand. He can barely see with the light now shifting from red to blue, he waits for the yellow ones to come back and as it does, his breath gets stuck in his throat.
“What the hell?” he whispers, eyes going wide.
He spots at least five overdue notices, bills and notes for other made expenses. It doesn’t look like you can even last a month.
The lights turn back to blue.
His lips now a tight line, Santiago heads to the bathroom and picks up everything he needs to clean you up. He isn’t a fan of sticking his nose into other people’s business, but he can’t stand the idea of your dreams shattering like this. Especially not when you were so enthusiastic about every little thing you made.
He’ll have to make some calls tomorrow.
Thank you all for reading! I'll probably post part two in either the end of december or january.
For some reason writing this was super duper hard??? Whenever I thought that I would finish it, I just didn't?? I've been struggling with this for a week, maybe even two, and I have no idea why. Actually, no, I think it had something to do with writing all of it from Santi's POV. Especially the smut since I'm so used to writing reader's pov but yeah, it was a challenge. However, I'm happy that I did it! Now that I know this weakness I can zero in on it sdcsdcs Thankfully, part 2 will be reader's pov so I can relax a bit
Anyways, hope you guys enjoyed it! I appreciate each and one of you, thank you for sticking around 💚
#santiago garcia x reader#santiago pope garcia#santiago garcia#santiago garcia x f!reader#santiago garcia x you#santi x reader#triple frontier fic#triple frontier reader#oscar isaac characters#oscar isaac character fanfiction#sw!santi#sw!santiago au
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This is a dedicated "Lisbeth Appreciation Zone" and I absolutely love her, but I need to point out that Liz is 100% a certified freak 7 days a week.
Especially gameverse Liz. When Strea is introduced, Asuna says "Kirito we're gonna need to talk privately in my room about this" to which Strea responds "Oooo Asuna's your wife right? Can I come and watch?" and Liz follows up with "If youre inviting people, I'd love to watch too." Then theres a time they have a discussion about how Sugu and Kazuto are siblings and Yui gets the girls to roleplay as Kirito's sisters, in which Liz derails it and decides to propose to Kirito saying along the lines of "I know we're brother and sister, but is it so wrong?". And when she finds out that Leafa likes Kirito she basically just goes "Oh shit? Hot."
Girl is horny horny. Certified freak. Good for her.
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I've had a lot going on lately, so reading and writing took a back seat.
I wrote a few little bits this week.
Confession a Javier Peña drabble
The Dance a Clint x f!reader fic
And a Joel Miller cooking drabble.
I read Take Your Time a DinCobb fic by @ghostofaboy
I'm a little behind on my tag games because I'm overwhelmed, but I appreciate them all the same.
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Note: Hi, I tried writing but when I posted my story I didn't know what went wrong and my writing was gone.. I felt so sad..
So I thought I would try to rewrite again.
This is also my first time writing a story. I hope you won't find it boring.
Synopsis: You and Muichiro in the modern world, starts working on the presentation about Demon Mythology.
CHAPTER I: ALWAYS YOU
Your POV
A yawn escapes from your lips as you flutter your eyes open, You roll over and stretch your body while doing so. Your eyes landed to your already awake lover who happens to be watching your sleeping figure a while ago.
Mesmerising Mint-Green eyes met yours and he draped his arms around your waist to pull you closer to his chest before whispering, "Morning Love"
You stare back at his gentle face giving a soft smile before nuzzling your head to his neck and giving butterfly kisses while mumbling, "Morning Mui" You smiled at the thought of only you and his brother, Yuiricho get to call him, "Mui" you felt special about it.
His hand starts to gently stroke your back, You feel so relaxed and at peace for that moment and you hug him tighter, "No words can express how much I love you" He whispered.
Smiling to yourself, you knew you felt the same way. Mui never failed to make you feel loved and appreciated. Being in his arms, you always felt nothing could come in between.
You can never imagine a world without him in it. "I love you Mui" You respond sweetly.
Looking over the clock, you knew you had to get ready for class. Moving away to get up but his arms around your waist tighten and pull you closer. Not wanting to let go the warmth the both of you shared in that moment.
"Mui" you giggled. He groaned "don't go yet" without letting you go. A sigh escaped from your lips and you started to softly caress his cheek. Looking over at his mesmerising mint-green eyes, you could easily get lost by staring at them. Your thumb starts tracing over his soft kissable lips. You lean over to give him a small peck.
"Mui, as much as I want to stay in bed and cuddle with you, you know we need to get ready" You wished to stay and lay in your lover's arm but if you stayed any longer, not only the two of you will be late but your effort from last night of staying up late to finished your presentation will be useless.
If Muichiro had not been stubborn, you wouldn't have rushed your report in the last minute.
*Two Weeks Prior*
You were in English Literature Class and, your favourite teacher, Ms. Kanroji has assigned everyone to present a report regarding Demon Mythology and Folklore.
"... Isn't it exciting?! Everyone gets to present and you all get to choose your own partner too!" She beamed at us. Ms. Kanjori always has a bright lively smile that illuminates across the room.
Once the class is dismissed, Almost every girl in the room instantly shoots a hopeful glance at the twin tokito in hopes that they would ask them to be their partner. Not only are they good looking but they are also academically smart.
Yuichiro, Being Yuichiro, as expected, he sat in his seat without bothering to ask their classmate to be his partner, he can do it with or without a partner and there's no doubt in that.
Unexpectedly, A cute girl who happens to be one of the smart girls in class, approaches Yuichiro to ask to be his partner.
You and Muichiro look closer at the two of them, waiting for Yuichiro's response. You were about to bet with Mui that he wouldn't accept but got interrupted by a girl approaching Muichiro.
"Hi Mui, will you be my partner for the class presentation?" You frown at the way he calls your lover, "Mui" only you get to call him that (and Yui)
"...I..uh..sor." laughter interrupted Muichiro as Yuichiro approaches the three of you.
"girl, don't bother asking, we all both know that Muichiro and Y/n are partners from the beginning" he laughs. You shot him a look with the "you didn't have to tell her that" look. And he just laughs at you.
The girl sheepishly apologizes and turns to ask the others.
"You didn't have to tell her that" you said to your friend as the three of you were making your way out through the school hallway to the main gate.
The classes for the day have ended and the three of you planned to eat out before going home.
Muichiro softly grasps your hand as the two of you are walking behind Yuichiro, he didn't need to witness his younger brother's cheesiness towards you.
Amusements were dancing in Yui's eyes when he shot you a look, chuckling to himself. The girl just happened to have a crush on the twins and she always shoots you a glare when no one else is looking. One time, Yui caught her mumbling to her friends some rumors about you and he chewed at her for it.
Ever since you became Muichiro's girlfriend, he was protective of you and treats you like his little sister. No one should dare to bring you down or else.
Being Muichiro's partner in presentation, there's pros and cons.
Pros: Since you and Mui are always together, the both of you have plenty of time, You can start working on it anytime you want.
Cons: Since apparently you have plenty of time, he doesn't bother to start working on your report right away as his priority was to spend his time with you.
Everytime you bring up to start working on it, he would just groaned while mubbling, "y/n-san, we have plenty of time, why don't we just cuddle and watched movie first before we start working on it?' he suggested. Though you both know you two would end up falling sleep and will be late to start on it.
The other time you brought up again, he just pulls you toward the Amusement Park while murmuring that he wasn't in the mood to make research about the demon myth that doesnt even exist.
A Day before your representation you had enough and went over to Muichiro's home, you sat him down and give him an earful speech that whether he want it or not, you aint gonna fail and you both need to start working.
Yuichiro just was smirking at the two of you, turns out he accepted the smart girl's offer to be his partner and they work on it right away. Now, he's the one who have plenty of time and would mock the two of you "Being partner with your lover is not so fun at all eh?" You playfully rolled your eyes at him before proceeding to read the books you borrowed in the Library before coming to their home.
"Y/n-san love, I'm so tired!" Muichiro whined. "You're probably cuddling me right now if you have listened to me a few days to go" Frown was evident to your face as you answered your lover. Muichiro looks at you with his puppy dog eyes as if wanting you to entice by it. It may have work from previous days but you aren't settling your foot down and cuddle him. At least not right now.
It became more and more interesting to the both of you the further you read about demons. Though, Muichiro still considered it as a myth, you on the other hand, thinks that demon may have exist.
"What if one day, we cross path with Shuten-douji?!" you burst out, your wild imagination running too deep. "Or.. or what if he kidnap us?.. I mean we are too young to die or I'm to youn..." Muichiro cut you off, "Y/n?!" "There's no such thing as Shuten-douhi or whatever that is demon!" Muichiro exclaim at you, Bewildered that you thought of such a thing.
"You never know in this world full of uncertainty" you mutter sheepishly. He sigh before coming over to embraced you. "This world may be full of uncertainty but I am certain that I'll always protect you and love you" he murmured, stroking your hair as he hugged you. You blushed as you didn't expect him to get serious. You hope that this love will never end.
You finalize working on your report and were ready to present it tomorrow. Despite Mui convincing you that there's no such thing as a demon, You were feeling scared and afraid that you and Mui might get attack by a demon if he accompanied you going home that's why Yui and he decided that you better stay over the night.
#muichiro fluff#kimetsu muichiro#kny#muichiro x reader#muichiro x y/n#muichiro x you#demon slayer muichiro#kny muichiro#demon slayer
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Sunday Week in Review XII
Happy Sunday on a Tuesday!
(let's pretend it still is and I didn't fall asleep on the sofa last night and get sent to bed by Mr. Truly when I insisted I wasn't sleeping).
I apologize that this is a compact version - but I really wanted to make sure what I read last week gets the attention it very much deserves 💕
So, on with the show...
T R U L Y U P D A T E S . . .
oct' x 22 - pile of leaves (frankie x gn!reader)
oct' x 23 - harvest (gold rush!joel x charlotte)
oct' x 24 - fog (tim rockford x f!reader)
oct' x 25 - jack-o-lanterns (marcus pike x reader)
oct' x 26 -campfire (frankie x reader)
oct' x 27 - witches (sequins!joel x f!reader)
oct' x 28 -samhain(tim rockford x gn!reader)
W H A T I R E A D . . .
Wash Day (Marcus)
by @secretelephanttattoo
I re-read this one again because this is one of the most adorable pieces of Marcus Pike fluff - this whole fic just sucks you in and is just a comforting cloud 💕
Goodwill Hunting (Dieter)
by @secretelephanttattoo
This is just So Dieter branded through and through! Chaotic, fun and hilariously Dieter, just as our favourite trash panda should be.
in fiction (Dieter)
by @sin-djarin
Becca's follow-up to Joel's Coming Home is this beautiful piece on Dieter coming to bed and it's gorgeous. I'm here for anyone who can paint our favourite trash panda in a soft light.
A Gift of Light and Joy (Javi G.)
by @prolix-yuy
This hit right in the feels. It was the right balance between exploring the complexities of existing in a plus-size body, and being in a relationship with someone who doesn't see that, but not for lack of care. It hit home with a lot of my own experiences and was a truly comforting read. Honestly, I'm selling this short - please do read, you won't be disappointed!
Good Morning Agent York (Dave)
by @morallyinept
I'm in awe of Jett's Giflet series, 500 words or less and written based off of a gif. They've all been fantastic and this is another great addition. I'm tentatively dipping my toe into all things York and this was a soft landing. Jett does a fantastic job of weaving the interaction of the reader with Dave that is neatly left for your own interpretation of what comes next - but may have you itching to know a bit more.
Working Title (Dieter)
by @rhoorl
I'm very much enjoying the slow burn between Belle and Dieter and who can't enjoy it when it's set in the beautiful landscape of Hawaii? Chapter 15 does not disappoint and I love a cheeky cameo of any kind 😉
Dress Me Up & Call Me Pretty (Dieter)
by @morallyinept
This was both a character study and a delicious romp with Dieter. I really do appreciate a good fanfic of Dieter that explores the vulnerable side of him while leaning into the chaos that is him. I very much recommend this one.
Bubble (Joel)
by @secretelephanttattoo
This was beautiful! There's so much intimacy woven into the story without being explicit and gives you an understanding of these two with barely a word spoken between them. El does such a fantastic job here with building a little window into this relationship.
Hinterland (Frankie)
by @legendary-pink-dot
600 words. 600 words and it's just amazing what Dot does here in crafting an intimate story between our reader and Frankie. So atmospheric, so dreamy, so hot and very much all Frankie.
Hope everyone had a fantastic Halloween if you celebrate or if not, a terrific Tuesday!
Here's to the rest of the week!
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LGBT Yume Nikki fangames to check out for pride month
As you're all probably aware, I recently submitted Okami no Yume for DDJ 6, in the time leading up to the jam I started digging around to see what kinds of fangames are out there - the pool is so vast. These are some queer games I found that inspired me.
For this list I've tried to focus on games that are explicitly queer rather than ones that are maybe more abstract, games that might have effects that alter the character's gender expression may not truly pertain to the queer identity as much as they're trying to be "quirky" in some way. That or the queer identity of the character is not really explored as much as it is just presented as a tidbit or side note.
This may also be a list I update at some point, but I wanted to showcase these while it's still June since I've managed to finish - who knows? There may even be more candidates for it by the time the week's grace period for DDJ6 has concluded. I'm also very happy to take suggestions for new games to try that might apply!
Madotsuki's Closet
Required reading in my eyes, and one of the better known of this list. If you haven't experienced Madotsuki's Closet please check it out. It's both a personal recount and a very interesting study on how games allow for a means to explore identity. Also gets points for making me cry at the end.
Reach
If you're looking for something horror geared, rich in lore, fascinating puzzles and charming characters look no further than Reach. Sewa and Hiru's relationship is a pivotal aspect of the game - in ways the player might not even realize at first.
The prevalent themes on persecution and having to conceal one's identity in order to survive prove both compelling and cathartic, this game is really a treasure.
The game was also just completed for this jam and is now in 1.0! It's been really exciting to watch Saibibi work on it and be making an entry alongside them! ^^
Dialogue
It's not a secret I have a soft spot for Dialogue, although there are aspects of it that elude me still. Dialogue is a traditional fangame that ironically has no dialogue to be found, mostly focusing on gathering effects. However throughout the game, you will also find events that give the player windows into the lives and relationship between the main character, Ai, and the girl who appears constantly in her dreams, Yui.
Dialogue is a poignant look at troubled love and stage fright. I would love to see more people play this game.
Change
This deserves a shoutout at least because it's one of the most explicitly trans themed traditional Yume Nikki fangames out there, and even in it's unfinished state has fascinating concepts. Change has a mechanic where you must choose selves to sacrifice in order to progress to the deeper parts of the game, one of which fascinatingly involves choose-your-own-adventure style branching rooms with associated dialogue paths.
Would love to see this game fleshed out but I appreciate it for what it is.
Re:flexion
Honorary mention, even though this fangame didn't go far, there seems to be some heavily implied themes of identity and trauma relating to it. What I've seen of it really makes me wish there was more.
Album
Another honorary mention for the bridal event. Unfortunately the current version of this game is a very early prototype and there isn't too much else to say about it except that it looks very promising. Whether there will be an update of any kind has yet to be seen.
Strange Memo I also thought worth a mention at least, probably the most obscure one on this list as it's not publicly available anymore.
While it doesn't quite fit the criteria, I've been watching a playthrough of this one and I really wish it was still available because this fangame is just so lovingly weird. I know the fan favourites tend to be the more eye-candy fangames, but Strange Memo's strange and surprising mannerisms are very endearing to me.
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// I have some new plans for my blog.
I don't want to just post fanarts and I would like to expand my blog. I am thinking of some themes for my blog that, unlike fanarts, will be fully credited to me. For example, Picrew Edit and appreciation posts from Yui and famous ships like Subayui, Shuyui, Ayayui ... or even all ships.
For these themes you can send me picrew links and I will make it for all ships.
And for appreciation posts, I can do one post every week. If you would like to contribute to this post, you can share the idea of appreciation subject with me and this will be a joint post between us ^^ So don't hesitate to send me DM.
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Lin's Birthday
Just some early twenties Linzolt fluff (birthday themed because mine is next week)
“So, you got anything planned for your birthday?” Yui asked as she fastened the salon cape around Lin’s neck.
“Just a dinner at Aang and Katara’s later,” she replied. Unlike her younger sister, who was plainly intolerable for about a month leading up to her birthday, Lin treated hers like any other day of the year. In fact, she would have gone to work that morning if she’d been on the schedule.
“Come on,” the stylist said as she brandished her teasing comb. “You’re telling me that man of yours doesn’t have anything planned?”
“What man?” Lin crossed her arms over her chest as a flush spread across her face.
“Lin, I’m a licensed beautician. I can read the signs. Your hair is shiny; your skin is glowing. It’s clear that you’ve been getting some good—”
“Yui!” Yasuko said from the reception desk.
“What? I’m just saying,” Yui said as she reached for her scissors. “You wanna go a little shorter this time, or just a trim?”
As Lin was describing the length she wanted, that kid Viper from the Triple Threats came parading into the shop, despite Yasuko’s reminders of the salon’s no soliciting policy.
“Hello lovely ladies, come and place your bets! I’ve got boxing, I’ve got probending, I’ve got a special delivery for Linny.”
Lin’s gaze snapped up as she saw the kid pull a bouquet of fire lilies from behind his back and start heading in her direction.
“So you are a courier now?” Lin reached into her wallet for a tip.
“When the price is right,” Viper said as he pocketed the banknotes. “Enjoy your birthday.”
Lin watched for a moment as the kid made his rounds with the stylists and clients, taking illegal bets. She shook her head and gazed down at the flowers, appreciating their bright vermillion hue, before she noticed a note tucked beneath the ribbon that secured the bouquet.
Happy birthday, my Linny. Meet me by the docks at 7. Pack for the beach.
His Linny. Something inside her fluttered as her gaze passed over the words again, but then she dismissed it as his usual flirtatious nonsense.
“And you say you don’t have a man,” Yui teased.
Lin knew she was going to be late to her dinner on Air Temple Island even as she stepped out of the cab and onto Harbor Street. As she made her way down to the pier, suitcase in hand, she spotted him standing on a yacht.
“Bought or stolen?” she asked as she walked up the gangway.
“Rented, actually,” Zolt said. “We’ve got the ship and its crew for a week. We can go anywhere you like.”
Lin crossed her arms, fighting off a grin. “And I’m supposed to just drop everything and go on vacation?” she said, though she had already called the station and requested the days off.
“You say that like you’re not already packed.” He smirked and pulled her close, then leaned down to kiss her. “Happy birthday, my Linny.”
There it was again. His Linny.
“Thank you, my pain in the ass,” she replied and tilted her head up to meet his lips again.
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⚠️ Important notes ⚠️
Important notes for all my followers. Please read carefully. It's really important.
I am making a big change to my personal blog soon. For this reason, I am doing this to organize my blog, and because of the recent messages that have been sent to me, I consider it necessary to do these things.
1_ Writing rules: To be honest, I didn't like to write rules for my personal blog and I wanted my blog to be a safe place for everyone. But now I realized that I can't keep my blog safe without rules and I'm very sorry for that. Some people sent me sad messages that I consider it necessary to write rules for my blog.
2_ Writing my wishlist: the one-year anniversary of my personal blog is near. And I have realized that in this one year I have reached many of the goals I had for the DL fandom and many of them are still incomplete. Honestly, I have very big plans for this fandom that I would like to do all of them even if it takes ten years, which I'm sure will take longer because my list is so big. But I want to write this wishlist and check it at the end of each anniversary and see which of the goals I have reached.
3_ Important note: This is very important. Please don't message me when I will publish X novel or draw character X art. I really appreciate that you are so eagerly waiting for my novels and arts, but please don't send me such messages. These messages just make me feel uncomfortable. In any case, I need time to present a novel or an attractive art and I can't rush these things. These messages just make me uneasy. For example, you asked about Yuna and Yui's story and asked me to publish it sooner. I received 20 requests and about 5 of them asked me when I will publish X story. Please do not send these messages. Thank you for understanding.
4_ The last case. When my activity decreases for a while, please don't ask me if I want to leave the fandom or not because I don't want to leave the fandom right now. I know the DL fandom isn't as active as it used to be, but I don't care. I'm here to have fun. I may even stay in this fandom for ten more years because I love it. So please don't ask me if I intend to leave the fandom or not because these messages also make me uneasy.
I'm busy this week, but I'll probably start implementing these changes on my personal blog next week.
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