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moraxsthrone · 1 year

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◊ title — scent (phase 2)

◊ pairing — zhongli/morax x f!reader

◊ wc — 3.3k

◊ notes — guys. the way it took so long to write this bc horny. sorry not sorry. hopefully you'll find that it was worth the wait. also, i lied. this will be a 4-part series (not a 3-parter) - the ideas are coming faster than i can get them out. how fitting that i finally finished this on mother's day - just a fortunate coincidence.

◊ be warned — nsfw. mdni. feral!zhongli/morax. heat/rut. dragon features/anatomy/instincts. oral/tongue fucking (f. rcv'ing). squirting. cum drinking. rough, animalistic sex. biting/marking. knotting. breeding. scent marking. light aftercare.

← phase 1 ◊ phase 3 (wip)

...end of phase 2 (48 hours before you ovulate)...

“hey babe!” you greet your husband cheerfully while closing the door with your foot.

zhongli is sitting at the little breakfast nook that sits adjacent to your kitchen, reading a book and enjoying a cup of his favorite afternoon tea. he’s so engrossed in his novel that he doesn’t look up, just answers you with a low hum as you set the shopping bags down on the countertop. he’s mid-sip when you lean down and give him an innocent little peck on the cheek. his teacup is still pressed to his bottom lip when you twirl around and walk away from him to start putting groceries away.

he’s still looking at the book that he holds in his ungloved hand, but is oblivious to the words in front of him. his gaze slowly lifts from the pages, looking over the top of the book to watch you move around the kitchen, putting the provisions in their respective places. you’re wearing those cute little shorts and he’s willing to bet mora that you’re not wearing anything underneath if the intensity of your scent is anything to go by.

you bend over to place a couple of items in the bottom drawer of the refrigerator, unwittingly giving him a little peep show when the crease of your butt cheeks peek out from underneath those scandalous shorts. zhongli is looking closely, and sure enough, you’re not wearing any panties. what began as a small spark of heat at the base of his spine when you gave him that innocent kiss a minute ago has been ignited and is now a raging wildfire that is rapidly spreading to his loins.

you’re fertile. he can smell it, and the delicious scent of your heat has triggered his rut. it’s not something he has any control over. similarly to how he’s clenching his jaw, he’s only partially cognizant of it.

he just instinctively knows that you smell of unhad sex.

and he must have you. he must fill you with his musk and scent you. but before he does any of that, the ghost of your earthy scent is haunting the back of his tongue.

first, he must taste you.

you say something but it’s gibberish to him when all he can hear, see, smell, or taste is your heat. it must’ve started somewhere around mid-day. when he woke up next to you this morning, he could faintly smell you, which is typical. but now he is all but drowning in the rich, ripe scent of your pussy. and you aren’t even aroused yet.

but if zhongli has anything to do with it, that’s about to change.

deep down he knows that you need to be wet to receive his cock. more than that, though, he wants to smell your arousal.

you’re still busying yourself with putting away groceries, humming the song that’s been stuck in your head all afternoon, having no idea that your husband’s dick is hard, his balls are aching, and he’s about .58 seconds away from bending you over the nearest surface.

“what would you like for dinner tonight, li?” you ask, standing on your tippy toes to reach the top shelf in your pantry. but he’s too ensnared by your creamy thighs to have noticed; he couldn’t hear you over the blood pumping furiously through his veins. when you don’t get a reply, you turn around to look at him. “li?”

he blinks and clears his throat. “wh-what?”

you repeat the question, to which he stammers out a response while loosening his tie. “whatever you want is f- fine with me, dear.”

you close the pantry door and furrow your brow at him, noting his flushed complexion. he appeared to be perfectly fine a minute ago. “zhongli, are you feeling okay?” you fret, making your way over to him. at his age, he could be having a heart attack or something… “darling, you look feverish…are you coming down with something?”

you bring your hand to his forehead. he’s burning up. you’re close to him again - too close - and you’re ripe for the picking.

before he fully realizes what he’s doing, he quickly stands up, the legs of his chair skidding across the tiled floor. your eyes go wide when he grabs you by the waist and in one swift movement, your ass and thighs are unceremoniously dropped onto the surface of the small dining table in front of him. your mouth opens, but before you can say anything, it’s filled with the former archon’s tongue.

his kiss is fierce, raw. animalistic even. there’s no romance behind it, only sheer need and passion. you feel like he’ll eat you alive…but he’s only just begun. as his hot muscle swirls around yours, he wedges himself between your legs, forcing them apart with his hips. his hands are everywhere - groping, pulling, pushing: your neck, your tits, your waist, your thighs. unable to get a word in edgewise, you whine into his mouth and he finally pulls away, mouth still open with a thread of saliva connecting your lips.

“zh- hahh-” you whimper when you feel his teeth on your neck.

he’s not biting you (yet). he’s merely keeping you where he wants you while he brands you with his mark. you wonder what’s gotten into him as his hand massages your naked thigh. he’s only like this when you-

oh.

has it been two weeks already? it seems like only yesterday that the two of you were talking about maybe starting a family.

a little mewl escapes your lips as the thought hazily occurs to you that you haven’t kept up with your cycle. but it’s okay…you haven’t had to because he has.

knowing your husband’s draconic rut has been triggered by your heat sends a pang of desire shooting to your core and you moan for him. his mating pheromones go undetected by your human sense of smell; however, the reptilian part of your brain is pinging like crazy, telling your body it’s time to breed.

you’re frantically working to unbutton his shirt, your bare legs encircling his hips, but he pries them apart again with a low grunt. he hooks his hands behind your knees, making you yelp when you’re jerked forward, his forgotten teacup rattling against its saucer when your back hits the table. he’s looking down at you, lips parted, eyes glowing, dark scales appearing briefly above his open collar before diminishing again - evidence that as feral as he seems right now, he’s still able to hold himself back…for now.

zhongli never breaks eye contact with you when he curls his brilliantly glowing fingers into the waistband of your shorts, his rich amber eyes boring into your very soul as his chest rises and falls. he yanks on the cloth barrier so hard you hear the stitching surrender to his power as your ass is forced upwards off the wooden surface.

the scent of your pussy is filling every one of his senses…it’s almost all he can even feel. he’s dying to taste you. needs to taste you as though your slick is holy water and he is a sinner. inside his tented pants, zhongli’s cock is glowing, leaking, throbbing. there’s a dark spot forming on the cloth as proof. he needs to shove his readied cock inside you like the desert needs rain, but first he’s dying to drink you. your scent is so palpable he can taste you on the back of his tongue and it’s driving him insane.

beads of sweat are collecting at his hairline as he picks up where you left off with unbuttoning his shirt. but he quickly loses patience and tears it away from his shoulders with a clipped growl, a couple of buttons flying off and landing gods know where in the process. he’s shirtless now, his beautiful arms glowing and carbon black scales emerging on the tops of his shoulders.

he pushes your thighs back towards your chest and lowers his face to your cunt. he just hovers there for a moment and breathes you in, his eyes rolling back in his head as they flutter closed. the distinct scent of your arousal combined with your readiness to breed sends a new rush of blood to his cock and it jumps in his pants.

“zhongli…please…” you keen for him, and he drops to his knees to worship at your altar.

normally, he’d take his time with you - ghost his lips along your inner thighs, kiss around your labia, tease you just a little. but he doesn’t have the patience for that right now.

he descends on your cunt, his open, watering mouth latching onto your aching clit, his long tongue circling it for a moment before he plunges it inside you.

gods, your flavor.

he tongue fucks you, filling you with a long, deep moan because you taste so fucking good to him. your hands fly to his earth-colored hair - something to ground you while he devours you. you can feel the hitch of his hot breath on your labia, not knowing that the golden tip of his cock is glowing and rubbing deliciously against the rough material of his trousers as he rocks his pelvis into nothing. pulling his tongue out, he licks a long, wide stripe up to your clit again.

you hear your name in his deep, even voice and open your eyes. “look at me when i’m eating your cunt,” he commands, and you comply. far be it from you to go against your husband’s - your god’s - wishes.

zhongli’s diamond-shaped pupils have been replaced by serpentine slits that hold your gaze while he sucks your soul from your hard bud, growling and tugging at it with the suction of his lips as his hips jerk, rubbing the moist head of his cock against the front seam of his slacks.

“hhhh~ li…fuck, feels so good baby, yes…” you praise him, but he already knows how good he’s making you feel. your husband mastered your body long ago. he knows your tells, the meaning behind every little sound you make. he can anticipate the way your body will move before he even touches you. but more than that, he can smell your growing lust.

he hums in appreciation and gives your clit several hard flicks with his flexed tongue, making you whine before thrusting his long, wet muscle into your pussy again. you buck your hips against his face, but his strong hands are spread over the backs of your thighs, holding them back. he curls his tongue inside you, pulling it along your walls, lapping at your juices.

you lightly pinch your nipples, rolling them between your fingers and pulling on them gently as zhongli returns his attention to your throbbing clit. he flicks it then flattens his tongue and drags it up and down, back and forth, the texture of his tastebuds rough against your tight little bundle of nerves. at the same time, you feel two of his fingers press against your hole.

“ohh- oh fuck, li!” you whine for him as he slips them inside, working them knuckle-deep in search of the spot that he knows so, so well. he finds it quickly with great ease, and begins massaging it with his fingertips while his lips and tongue work your clit over.

his hair is a mess in your hands; you’re a mess on your dining table. you can feel the cocktail of your need and your husband’s spit trickle down to your ass crack, knowing you’re about to make a mess in his mouth. but that’s exactly what he wants. he doubles down and starts tugging on your g-spot, moaning when he feels you tightening around his fingers.

zhongli knows you’re close, so close.

he continues to hump the air reflexively, sucking your clit harder, pulling it deeper between his wet lips as though he’s trying to swallow you whole.

“haahhh!” you gasp. “fuck, baby!” you fist his dark brown locks between your fingers. “zhongli…ohgodyou’regonnamakemecum!”

he releases your clit with a wet pop and you feel your abused little pearl being flicked furiously back and forth over the tip of his sinfully skilled tongue. your head rolls back on the table, briefly glimpsing your kitchen behind you before you squeeze your eyes closed.

your pelvis is rocking helplessly against your husband’s soaked face but his lips are latched securely around your clit when your cum squirts inside his waiting mouth. his brow knits and he groans against you as he swallows again and again, drinking you down to the last drop. it makes him impossibly harder and his aching testicles are heavy, full of his sperm that he needs to release inside you.

with his craving for your juices temporarily sated, the raging need in zhongli's loins is now fueling his prime directive:

breed.

he stands and lifts you up, bringing you to your feet before spinning you around and pushing your chest down onto the table. you whimper, pussy clenching at zhongli's show of physical power. your pebbled nipples rake across the surface below when he ruts his hips against your butt, and you can finally appreciate just how hard he is. he could’ve taken you on your back, but he’s primally driven and compelled beyond reason to mount you from behind.

zhongli the funeral consultant now more closely resembles morax the god of old. he’s even starting to show signs of his dragon form and operating purely on instinct at this point. your scent has become more complex, nuanced - the way you smell when you’re approaching fertility combined with your arousal, and now the mixture of his saliva and your cum…

there’s only one scent missing.

from behind you comes the tinkling of his belt buckle and the sound of his zipper. zhongli pushes his pants down just far enough to free his cock and testicles before he’s bending over you. you know his fangs have emerged when you feel them drag lightly across the back of your neck. his breath is hot and his cock is so hard, bouncing eagerly against your wet folds, drooling precum onto the floor below.

he spreads your ass apart with his strong radiant hands, kneading and pushing and squeezing bruises into your soft, sensitive flesh. you keen, bending lower, arching your back as you fold your arms and rest the side of your face on the hard surface beneath you.

“zhong- hhhn fuck…” is all you can manage when the tip of his erection bumps against your clit. gods, the way your scent hits him when you beg him to put his cock in.

his cockhead bounces along your slit a few more times before it finally catches on your hole and he thrusts in hard with a low grunt. the way it glides in, hard and slippery because you’re so ready for your mate to claim you, preening and presenting for him like a cat in heat.

his jaw flexes at the way you choke on your cries when your hip bones dig into the edge of the surface he’s fucking you into. it hurts, and there will be bruises later, but you can’t bring yourself to stop or slow him down. his cock feels too good filling you up so full, tugging at your gushy walls, the ridge of his cockhead peeking out every time he retreats, then splitting you apart when his hips slam against your ass again.

he hunches over you, fully mounting you, his tail having emerged and wrapping around your leg to hike it up and hold your bent knee out to the side so he can break your pussy off harder, deeper. your cheeks are streaked with wet eyeliner when the fuzzy tip of his tail tickles your clit, your juices getting it wet.

zhongli isn’t fucking you anymore - morax is the one driving his fat cock into your squelching cunt now. there are those who would clutch their pearls at the idea of being bent over a table and fucked by an archon, but your eyes are rolling back in your head at the feeling of being spread open by his celestial dick. for you, it’s a matter of course. he’s your husband - you’ve been in love with him for years and you adore him in every one of his iterations, even if you have your own special ways of worshiping him.

your feral god-husband’s vividly glowing arms are wrapped tightly around your sweaty chest, the wooden legs of your dining table scuffing the floor as he grunts in your ear. “fuck, that’s my good girl. taking my cock so well. so ready to take my seed, yeah?…”

“y-yes! need your cum, morax! breed me, my lord hahh~”

he loves it when you call him by his ancient name. it reminds him that he’s still got it - the power and virility of his youth. he swears under his breath, digging his talons into your hips as he yanks you back on his cock. it’s too much. it’s too much and he feels his balls pull tighter against his body when he growls and snarls behind you. you whimper at the feeling of his knot swelling deep inside you, knowing it’s forcing your walls open so he can pump you full of his sperm. he opens his mouth and bites down on the back of your neck with a deep, guttural growl.

you cry out the god’s name again and again, chanting for him, urging him to cum for you as his big, scaly tail tightens around your trembling thigh. the soft tuft of orange fur at the tip is matted with your juices. it licks and lashes against your clit as his humanoid hips dig into the plush of your ass, snapping against you in fits and starts.

“ohh-oh, morax, gonna cum for you!”

dark brown scales shimmer and separate along his spine as it curls with every frantic pump of his pelvis.

“that’s it, my dear. cum on my cock…now!” he orders.

you tense and throw it back on him as you fall apart on his cock. his balls contract in their sac as you milk his ready, sensitive length, choking on your own sobs of his archon name when he throws his head back with a roar and cums hard. the first ribbon of his divine seed splashes against your clenching walls, his cock jerking violently as he empties his full balls deep inside your womb, coating your messy insides with his hot, sticky semen.

◊ ◊ ◊

his sweaty chest is heaving against your back, his lungs filling and collapsing as the waves of his orgasm slowly fade. you can feel the heat of his labored breath as he licks and kisses the bite marks on the back of your neck, making you coo at him for soothing the pain. your husband can smell the oxytocin as it floods your brain; he instinctively knows to remain close to you in these crucial moments of bonding. dragons mate for life, so he’s biologically coded to crave the loving attachment just as much as you do.

nuzzling his nose behind your ear, zhongli mutters his love and appreciation for you, making you smile weakly with the side of your face still resting on the table. he leaves lazy kisses on your neck and you feel his smile against your moist skin when you tell him how happy it would make you to be the mother of his young.

he still has a full erection, his balls filling up with more seed. he’ll need to release again soon. he slowly pulls out of you, a mess of his cum and your slick spilling onto the floor below when the bulbous head of his cock pops out of your tight ring.

you’re jolted from your dreamy afterglow, eyes opening wide as you yelp, suddenly finding yourself being carried bridal style towards your bedroom. now that he has scented you with his musk, zhongli wants to take you to your shared nest where he can begin breeding you in earnest. he can sense that you’re still hours away from ovulation, but he’s going to keep your womb so swollen with his seed, so full of billions of his sperm - ready and waiting to swarm your fertile egg the moment it drops.

← phase 1 ◊ phase 3 (wip)

◊ zhongli/morax m.list

this is dedicated to my zhongli sisterwife @crystalflygeo whose utterly fearless, shameless style of writing has filled my morax spank bank inspired me to write with bold and wild abandon. i can't even fully fathom the sheer number of ideas this wonderful human being has filled my head with. we share (1) singular zhongli brain cell and i love her with my whole heart. she literally begged me to write this fic so you all have her to thank for it.

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doki-doki-imagines · 5 months

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Hey can I request the lin keui trio +earthrealm defenders reaction to y/n asking them to eat pineapple to make their cum taste better

author note: the snort I snorted. I suppose this is a sequel to this request. No actions are described. I'm dying this request killed me LMAOOO.

Johnny Cage: -Why is his smile getting so big? Why does it look so wicked? -"Oh, dear-" Johnny purrs out, walking towards you with open arms "I already have the perfect diet to taste delicious." -He doesn't hug you but gets dangerously close, his figure imposing in front of yours. -"Your memory must be playing trick to you-" His lips close to your ear, hot breath sending shivers down your spine, making you arch your body towards his chest. "Let's try it again? Just to remind you how delicious I am."

Kenshi Takahashi: -If he was drinking, he spits. If he wasn't, he coughs, choking on his saliva. -Kenshi knows that he doesn't taste like peaches and everything nice, but… is he that bad? -Nobody ever complained. -Kenshi will act annoyed, dropping the topic the second you bring it up. -Doesn't mean he won't start drinking the juice at any occasion he isn't with you. Kenshi cares about his partner.

Raiden: -His face gets so pale when you tell him that. You were worried he was going to pass out. -If only Raiden likes pineapple… -He gags every time he tastes it. -Raiden wouldn't mind trying different ways, but please no pineapples. -Or he'll just go down on you forever. -One of the few cases where your partner wouldn't mind if you never go down on him.

Kung Lao: -"Dunno what you are talking about. When I kissed you, I tasted fine." -1HKO. -Lao is a teasing shit, but he doesn't mind changing diet to make you happy. -You are lucky this guy eats everything. Ask Raiden. He had to pay for shit that he didn't even think could be cooked.

Liu Kang: -"Don't joke, dear one." "What do you mean? I'm not joking." "With Godhood you get many pros, you know?" "So what? They gave you amazing tasting semen?" "I'd say holy and delicious." "Oh God, Liu Kang!" "You don't need to call me twice." -You lost. Accept it. -Liu Kang will kiss your forehead to sweeten your loss.

Geras: -He knows about this stuff, but Geras thought he already had a good and balanced diet. -He accepts without making a fuss about it. -And maybe go even further, looking in the future to see if there are ways to make it taste even better to you.

Bi-Han: -You told him during breakfast, he choke on his tea. -His brain barely works and you start talking about his cum??? -"You seemed to enjoy it very much both yesterday night and the times before." "But-" "Don't you say another word." -But the damage is done, a woodworm penetrating his head and not leaving Bi-Han alone. -Maybe, for you, he'll do it.

Kuai Liang: -He looks at you, cheeks red and mouth opening and closing like a fish out of the water. -Okay?? Liang will do it because he loves you. -But also, did you have to ask for lunch? With the risk of Tomas and Harumi hearing! -For sure he's gonna ask if something changed the next time you go at it. -The next morning btw.

Tomas Vrbada: -Flat line, he has a poker face but it doesn't seem like he is breathing? You are more worried about his health now. -Tomas just didn't expect this? But he doesn't mind drinking it to make your experience more enjoyable. -Now since you complained once, Tomas has something to say too… -A good relationship includes talking after all, right?

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ladythornofrivia · 18 days

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🍒 The Devil’s Tongue 🍒

Michael Gavey x Reader (PART TWO)

summary: you transferred into Oxford after moving out from your country for a better change, and unexpectedly meeting Michael Gavey in a quiet library, leads to something more.

warnings: creepy vibes from michael gavey, reader being oblivious, stalking, michael being horny, p in v sex, loss of virginity, jealousy, misunderstandings, obsession, belt kink, panty kink, scent kink, voice kink, breeding kink, michael gavey being a smartass, michael gavey is horny for math, michael gavey is a smartass, clueless reader, nerdy yet hot michael, lust at first sight, sex in the library, sex on the table, kitchen sex, oral sex, cam girl, fingering, sex during tutoring session, reader teasing, reader being a dominatrix in bed, food porn.

a/n: i got sick from the trip. oops. enjoy the new chapter! oh, and the one where the reader is being shoved out of the elevator, that one is a true story, by the way. I was being shoved out of the elevator by this guy I met at the cruise—all because I didn’t give him the attention. not only that i got stood up twice--one on the hangout, the other on my 27th birthday. and he thinks it's weird that i like hotd and said ewan mitchell looks weird. good thing i don't have to see him again.

Somehow, to think you met up with Michael Gavey again in the library, now that Oliver Quick is gone. By gone, Oliver might have gotten bored of Michael Gavey, you assumed.

There was a party last night, and you didn’t attend. Not that you’re too good or above for the party; you just hated the noise at the moment. You wanted a different kind of ambience to set the mood. Needless to say, you earned a lot of cash on that night.

With moonlighting as a camgirl, things have gotten easier. If you haven’t left your parents, things would’ve been worse if they found out.

Despite the cruel years, it became a simple memory.

Sitting beside you, Michael offered another crunchie--delicious as always. It's a good pair with hot cup of joe to pair with the sweet chocolate. Although you learned that Michael hated coffee, he'd rather prefer tea, a tea that tasted bland to you. You needed something strong--Starbucks would've been great, but a coffee from Oxford? You can't pass up to try the flavor of coffee from another country you've set yourself in.

Missing the opportunity would be as stupid--all opportunities have been unlocked, all thanks to you being as a famous camgirl. My, oh my, you are moonlighting as a naughty girl in bed time--no parents constantly sneaking in being nosy as hell. You did lie to them--half-lie--by claiming that you have been acting nuts at night--doing all the prayers and bible study sessions, which is a total fucking lie.

You never liked bible studies or prayers before Sundays. It's a hassling lifestyle to live in--to live so virtuously while shaming everyone's lifestyle who aren't religious.

People with an aspect of a pretentious goody-two-shoes was the last thing you need. Oliver Quick is a goody two-shoes; the boy obsessed with math has caught your eye, plain and simple. A bit eccentric, but sexually frustrated, as you guessed before the moment your eyes met his baby blues.

Three weeks later, the magical aspect of Oxford hasn't begun.

"Crunchie," a voice said, tingling your skin and poked at one side of your waist with a slight tickle.

Beside you, Michael Gavey showed up with a slight grin on his face, oddly satisfied this morning.

Who the hell smiles in the morning?

"Not an early riser, I see," he commented.

His pleasant tone prickled in between your thighs.

"Oh yeah, fine and dandy--needed a cup of coffee," you said, grouchy. "I was studying all night--got the assignment wrong."

"What kind of assignment?"

"It's, um, it's an English essay," you lied, pen twirled between your agitated fingers. "This professor is really getting on my nerves when it comes to the essay. Acting all superior and shit--telling me I keep getting my annotations wrong and that I misinterpreted the meaning of the symbolism and theme in the story. I hate pretentious professors like that. No matter where I go, some things never change. They always have favoritism, it's fucking weird."

Michael chuckled. "Perhaps you have been partying?"

"Partying? Please, I needed peace and quiet for some alone time to concentrate on my studies. If I want to have a good future, I had to have at least a C or B. I fucked up bad."

Seems like the lie went smoothly as always.

"So, have you been at the party last night? Sneaking in since you didn't get your invite?" you asked.

Michael placed his hand over his cheek, nearly covering his lips. "I stayed in my dorm."

"Ah, doing math homework, I assume? Anything math related? Science into the mix, maybe."

Michael stayed quiet.

"I'm not really into math. I thought it's confusing," you commented.

Michael chortled. "Perhaps I could tutor you this afternoon. Usually I don't like teaching the numbing idiots of the subject matter. One guy was staring at the girl’s tits while doing times tables. Times tables! Need them to fuck off and do something valuable for once!”

You stopped what you're doing and glanced at him. And it clicked an idea into your head.

“Am I also the numbing idiot?”

He shook his head. “You might be, if you are. These knuckleheads at the library, all they’ve done useless flirting, not studying.”

“That’s what library is for, Michael. To study. No harm in a little flirting.”

Come to think of it, Michael at the library with you sounds nice.

He smiled a little, though not in a friendly way.

"Sure," you said, eating the half crunchie. "Why not? Teach me, so I could get better grades. Life is already hard enough as it is. So got any crunchy to start the session? It will take a while.”

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For the past an hour or two, Michael tutored you. Although as excruciating painful to hear numbers and equations with letters, you couldn’t help but to stare at the cute nerd. Ah, a cutely frustrated nerd, maybe. His curlish dirty blond hair, thick framed glasses and his smile when he talks about math, these thoughts never spare you freedom. You are trapped, trapped by thirst that needed to be quenched.

With your cherry-red boots and skirt and a rosy pink lace top, you opt to show your cleavage by tucking your mini top downward, crossing your legs, coiled your apetite. With your hair flip, or hair twirls, biting your red lips, you were hoping Michael would give a comment or two, but tutoring was his priority, but since you wanted his attention, asking questions about math and equations would definitely keep him on his seat. His eyes on you.

His cute nerdy glasses. His cheeky and toothy smile.

Masturbating seems to be an option, but what happens if that option is no longer helpful? You wanted an alternative approach.

Maybe masturbating in public would be nice, but you’re smarter than that.

But each time you attempt to flirt, he seemed clueless. But he did at one point had a crush on a news anchor. And so your mind mentally made an account.

Dear Diary,

Michael Gavey didn’t notice me. How the hell am I supposed to get his oblivious attention on me? I hope I don’t die as a lonely virgin. I’m a bad bitch; I just want to fuck him so badly, watching his glasses fog up and lips soak at my aching pussy, whimpering underneath me and my dominance.

Then it clicked you.

However, you knew right away of this information when he liked watching news—the news anchor. Although she has a kid, the green envy seared and punctured your belly.

Maturity is what men and guys want.

Though it didn’t stop you from chasing Michael’s attention. Days gone by when you try a different style. That is until you met this guy, a popular guy, who’s name you not care—who complimented and dubbed you as “the hottest girl in campus.”

An idea conjured; if you practice with a guy, maybe it would be easier to make the first move on Michael. Thus, you went along with his flirting, but at the end of the night, you felt sure you were ready, until he took you out in the hall, and make out with you. But you didn’t care, you didn’t want to kiss the dude, you wanted to kiss Michael.

You felt nothing in his erotic moves.

When he tried to get into your underwear, you shoved his hands away. Thus, the little adventure with the guy, and ended up shoving you out of the elevator.

It was a pathetic night.

Nonetheless, your camgirl starts within an hour or two—took a shower and dressed up as a sexy office worker, with fake smart glasses with your tight office shirt loosened two buttons for your cleavage to show, with pencil skirt and stockings and red bottom heels.

On the cam session, did a little roleplay, and with feral thirst, legs spread apart, ripping your stockings and reveal your wet pussy. At the thought of Michael, his face, his voice, two fingers inserted in your cunt, as your hips formed a gyration, moaning aloud.

Michael…

You nearly screamed his name, but your climax came quicker.

All the comments flooded in, and more cash has stocked into your bank account.

You wondered if chasing Michael was even worth it. Hopefully one of these days, he’ll finally notice you.

~~~

Michael shoved in a few cash onto your new stream. Dressing up as a news anchor or an office lady, he found himself turned on, how your skin was gleaming with arousal, office glasses crooked from humping and gyrating, grinding your hips in fast pace like a feral beast that you hid beneath all the girlish and cherry red clothing, a clothing that outlined your perfect hips and perfect waist.

A horny devil.

He pretended his hand is your hand, your mouth, your throbbing, wet cunt, tightened around his bulging cock. The way he fisted his cock so much he couldn’t stand watching you flirting with that stupid boy.

Michael had a plan and he couldn’t wait to be inside you, but the question is…

When?

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Would you love me if I were a worm?

Rengoku Kyojuro x GN! Reader

He survived but at what cost?

Tags: fluff, slight angst, Kyojuro survives Mugen train AU

Word count: 0,6k

Masterlist | Rebuilding the ruins of castle Me masterlist

AN: Written as a Christmas gift for dear @glitchtricks94 - Merry Christmas!

I contemplated renaming it Kintsugi (hence the header) but I like this title more.

“Uma- ouch-” Kyojuro forgot, for the nth time, that he was still recovering from having a hole in his abdomen; shouting was a long way away from happening for him yet. Instead of ‘admitting defeat’, he whispered a strained “Umai…” before taking another dango into his mouth, chewing and enjoying the taste as he tried to focus on the sweetness of the treat rather than the bitterness of his wound.

It was a peaceful afternoon, the sun shone brightly, and the boys were training in his backyard while he enjoyed tea and a snack you had made for him.

You, his love…

All throughout your relationship, you had asked him, half joking, if he would love you were you to become a worm. The question greatly confused him every time, even stunned him speechless the first, but he had always answered a resolute yes.

What he failed to do was ask you the same.

Even so, each day he woke up now, feeling like a worm, a useless bug, and each day you took care of him - you built your home to suit his needs, helped him bathe, cooked for him, entertained him - when he had nothing to give you back. He had become someone you didn’t ask for, someone you didn’t ‘sign up’ to love.

Kyojuro had never asked the question, but your response was an infallible yes - all the more, you showed it, your actions proved it.

He had never fallen so deep for someone in his life, being near you made him happy, though there was always a lingering inner torment fraying him at the edges…

Underneath his carefully crafted facade, you knew he wasn’t fine. Kyojuro survived, at a great cost - an eye, and his career, his youth, his strength.

He used to smile even in his sleep; the usually peaceful expression had been replaced by a frown or a frighteningly borderline angry expression. He also couldn’t spoon you, not yet, which agonized him more than he could admit. He missed cuddling you, you could see that every time you went to bed.

You were aware he was always in pain, though he said nothing, so you quietly placed painkillers alongside his tea and dango today. Kyojuro couldn’t be more grateful you were in his life.

“The dango is delicious, my love,” he whispered to you as you finally sat down beside him. Tanjiro’s soft laughter echoed in the yard, Zenitsu’s crying and Inosuke’s howling a complementary melody adding to the usual chaos of your home. Something like peace settled in his chest.

“I’m glad. Don’t forget to drink the tea, it’s already cold.” You smiled at him as he reached for his cup. Kyojuro seemed to do so absent-mindedly, it was kind of endearing to see him trust you so much he gave no thought to your instructions.

Wooden clack clack became a distant rhythm while you both soaked in the warmth of the sun - the very same one which signaled the end of his last dance with the devil.

Become a demon, Kyojuro.

His scars throbbed in dull pain, his teeth clenched, an irrational panic set in, and he could not help but seek out everyone around him with his eye to make sure-

The boys were at it again, a goofy ball of energy rolling all over the training space, sweat making dirt stick to their skin. Tanjiro, alive. Zenitsu, alive. Inosuke, alive.

And you-

You were looking at him calmly; his feelings wild, all over the place but then Kyojuro looked in your eyes. He saw everything he thought he had lost, he felt as if you two were the only ones in your home.

Would you love him if he were a worm?

Yes. Yes, you do.

dividers made by the amazing @benkeibear

network: @enchantedforest-network

Probably will become a 3-parter, 2nd part coming on 24th December

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plutoccult · 6 days

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NEXT-DOOR NEIGHBOR LEVI

pairing: levi ackerman x gender neutral reader

description: modern au headcanons of levi as your next-door neighbor.

author’s note: HEY??? it’s been a long, long time. i’m not guaranteeing a comeback to this account, but i have missed posting on here. with the way my adult life has become, i don’t have the time to write like i used to, and i find myself caught up in other things now. i wrote these headcanons a long time ago, but with some changes. maybe someday i’ll write again! but for now, i hope you all enjoy, and i’ve missed you guys!!!!

tags: @solefleurs @heavenfilm @mayariviolet @todorokiskitten @jeanboyjean @cowgirlikets @dawnthequeen @urhotgfmelz @0p1umz @lykak

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— next-door neighbor levi who watched from his front porch with a cup of tea in hand as a handful of movers carried countless boxes into the house next door, the change all happening so fast after the old man who once inhabited it passed away.

— next-door neighbor levi who rolled his eyes upon realizing a young woman had taken over the property, anticipating nights where he struggled to fall asleep thanks to loud music blaring.

— next-door neighbor levi who wasn’t prepared for you to knock on his door, introducing yourself as his new neighbor and explaining that you had inherited your grandfather’s home after his death.

— next-door neighbor levi who felt bad for judging before ever meeting you, welcoming you to the neighborhood and keeping an eye on you from that moment forth, but not in a creepy way. it’s not like a soft spot for you had quickly developed. definitely not that.

— next-door neighbor levi who began to find himself saying good morning to you before you both left for work, you joking that the two of you “need to stop bumping into each other like this.” shockingly enough, levi laughed at such a joke, a rarity from him.

— next-door neighbor levi who noticed your lawn was an atrocious mess and feared you’d get a fine as a result, later knocking on your door and asking if you would like him to cut your lawn for you as he had a mower of his own. when you tried to offer him cash for doing such a thing, saying you had been trying to find someone to do it for ages, he refused, insisting it’s the neighborly thing to do.

— next-door neighbor levi who hated grass, but for some reason he didn’t mind getting a little messy if it was for your sake. it was all about keeping the neighborhood as clean as possible, right?

— next-door neighbor levi who was invited over for dinner after mowing your lawn. although hesitant, he accepted and later came over after washing the smell of grass off of himself.

— next-door neighbor levi who you noticed almost always wore a button up, even now as he entered your place with a bag of tea leaves, one you didn’t ask for him to bring. you were trying to do something nice for him in return for what he’s done for you, but he always seemed to keep on sharing the wealth.

— next-door neighbor levi who was amazed by your tea collection in the kitchen, you explaining how your grandparents loved to drink tea and that you probably got your love for it and also murder mysteries from them.

— next-door neighbor levi who found himself blushing around you that night, unable to pinpoint why he was feeling this way. he wanted to blame the burning sensation in his cheeks on the steaming ramen you cooked, which tasted absolutely delicious, by the way.

— next-door neighbor levi who stayed at your place past his typical bedtime, finding himself in the midst of a murder she wrote marathon with you close to midnight, only leaving because you realized how late the two of you had stayed up, knowing you both had to work the next day.

— next-door neighbor levi who knew after that night he had become smitten by you, but refused to do a thing about it. he didn’t want to end up ruining the friendship you were starting to build and turn into your creepy neighbor instead.

— next-door neighbor levi who tried his best to not overstep any boundaries, the only way he knew how being to keep his distance. he figured it was the safest way to go.

— next-door neighbor levi who hated moments not spent with you. as much as he didn’t want to admit it, he was completely head over feet.

— next-door neighbor levi who was surprised on a sunday morning when you confronted him and asked if you did something wrong. he hadn’t realized his avoidance was so cold and regretted it upon seeing the frown on your face.

— next-door neighbor levi who knew he couldn’t run from these feelings he was saddled with any longer. the least he had to do was try, and if you were to say no, then so be it.

— next-door neighbor levi who confessed his attraction towards you, although looking away in shame as his face became scalding hot.

— next-door neighbor levi who was taken aback when you cupped his face so he could look at you, his shock even more evident when you kissed him on the cheek and said you were glad he felt that way.

— next-door neighbor levi who later down the line became boyfriend levi, eventually selling his home in favor of sharing one with you, his future wife.

#attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #aot #snk #aot x reader #snk x reader #attack on titan x reader #shingeki no kyojin x reader #aot headcanons #snk headcanons #attack on titan headcanons #shingeki no kyojin headcanons #levi ackerman #levi ackerman x reader #levi x reader #levi ackerman headcanons #levi headcanons #pluto writes 📝

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eggtartz · 8 months

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✧ 18th October ✧

Iguro Obanai // Masks To Ride (f! demon slayer reader)

kinktober masterlist

warnings : face riding, pussy eating, peeing (like.. a lot?), this isn't my best fam sowwy :(

iguro only open his mask for one purpose and one purpose only, to eat. and he's having a delicious time between your legs. "iguro-san! are you okay down there?" you nervously as he grazed his mask all over your drenched pussy as you two just got back from training. "i'm fine, come down" he said. you two were drenched with sweat but iguro was impatient and his hands were ithcing to grab once the hashiras dismissed to their own places.

"b-but! i'm really heavy, i don't want to suffocate you.." you were really sweet, he thought. but what he needs now is your sweeter pussy so he could eat you out like a madman. your weight was never a deal to him, in fact he loves getting his face smushed. it feels like a soft pillow and a reward even. "you won't, i promise" he pulled his mask off, placing it by his side "come on." you made small hesitant squeaks before lowering yourself on his mouth. he was prepared and ready, placing both of his hands on the skin of your ass like he always have.

he blew on your sensitive cunt that made you shuddered "iguro-san.." you whined. he smirked and brings his mouth to your pussy, latching on it while sucking on your wetness. slobbering his spit on your entrance, he took a long lick to your clit, immediately toying on it. you tasted sweet, just like the chrysanthemum tea he has given you early this evening. a part of him was eager for this happen and now it did, he was more than pleased.

"iguro-san! not so fast!" you whimpered, hands buried in his hair. his mismatched eyes looked up to see you're closing your eyes, face contorted in pleasure and overstimulation.

"move that pretty butt for me" he said as you whimpered while turned around, basically grinding your ass on his face as he buried his tongue deep inside you. "oh!" you yelped, his expertise in tongue fucking you was getting better by now. "you're.. too good at this!" you blabbered, almost bouncing on his mouth. his mask under his chin was getting wetter due to your arousal and his spit but iguro couldn't care less. hell, he thinks he wants to bury his face in your pretty pussy instead of that damn mask again.

the muscles of his tongue worked up into your warm core, kissing the insides as he frowned because it felt too good. way too goof to not enjoy. this is why he needed to eat you out almost daily, the thought passes his head.

he spat directly into your cunt, using his fingers to separate the lips "it's so pretty like this, don't you think?" he asked while you panted, finding the breath he robbed from you. he merely smiled, his wounds from his past wrinkling as he closed his eyes again and dived into heaven as he sucked your wetness, leaving your legs shaking for more. "iguro-san! i'm gonna cum!" you yelled, not having the decency to cover your voice anymore. iguro-san swiped his tongue around your pussy slit, hands coming up to slap your clit multiple times before you came undone under his tongue.

"ohh.. that feels good.." you mewled as his tongue skillfully drank up your wetness, leaving his chin and his mask wet and moist. his hands were still toying with your clit as you jolted "w-wait! iguro-san! it's sensitive! stop!" you yelped as he didn't bother to hear, adding the intensity.

his tongue thrusted inside you as his nose bumped into the bundle of nerves that left you dizzy and woozy. "iguro-san!!" you whimpered when you peed all over him.

"iguro-san.. i peed.." you panted. iguro merely closed his eyes when you sprayed on his face but smiled "i'm sorry.. that was dirty.." you said as you tremble, coming down from the position. "let me help you clean" you said with embarassment, can't believe that just peed on him but he was so relentless, so rough. he didn't even let go of your pretty cunt when you peed all over him.

(one part of iguro expected this to happen since he's been denying your requests to the bathroom, but he isn't going to tell you that)

iguro held your hand and smiled "i liked it. do it again next time" he whispered againts your ear that made your heartbeat quickened as you looked away in embarassment. he took off his mask and dumped it in the bin.

looks like today's mission to ruin his mask is a success.

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dialovers-translations · 1 year

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DIABOLIK LOVERS Para-Selene Vol.7 Sakamaki Reiji Animate Tokuten CD

Original title: DIABOLIK LOVERS Para-Selene Vol. 7 逆巻レイジアニメイト各巻購入特典ドラ

Source: Diabolik Lovers Para-Selene Vol. 7 Animate Tokuten CD

Audio: Here

Seiyuu: Katsuyuki Konishi

Translator’s note: Reiji just got his Masters degree in the Arts of the Gentleman because DAMN is he smooth in this one. I feel like they went a little overboard to be honest because at the very beginning, it felt like a completely different character. I know the boys have been tonded down a lot in the later games but this is just sugary sweet overload, even for a fluff-lover like myself. :p

The two of you are at the movie theater.

“It is rather crowded. ...This movie theater opened its doors very recently, which might be why it is so popular. That being said, this romance movie you wanted to see...’It will leave you seeking out a beautiful love’ That is quite the bold slogan.”

You voice your excitement.

“I see. Getting to witness your smile brings me much joy as well. We came here today to please you after all. Now if you’d please give me your hand. I would rather not have you wander off out of my sight.”

*Rustle*

“Well then, this way, please.”

Reiji escorts you towards the right hall.

*Rustle*

“I believe we will be able to enjoy the movie to its fullest here.”

You look around in confusion.

“It’s a private room. I believed that with a regular seat, there could be distractions in the audience such as latecomers or people fidgeting with their phones during the viewing. In here, we will be able to enjoy a comfortable time together, not having to worry about anyone interrupting once we close the door behind us. I believe you would like to watch the movie in an optimal environment as well?”

You thank him.

“No need to thank me. Ah, right. I went for a refreshing tea soda as our welcoming drink. I hope you will like it.”

*Cling*

“Cheers.”

*Cling*

You tell him it is delicious.

“Fufu...I am glad to hear that.”

*Thud thuuuuud*

“Oh dear. I suppose it is starting already. Well then, let us focus on the movie.”

You start watching the movie.

“You seem to be having fun...”

You tilt your head to the side.

“No. It’s nothing. Please continue watching.”

( I suppose I am simply not the right target demographic. However, as long as she is having a good time, that is all what matters to me. That being said...It will take about another hour until the movie ends. I doubt I will be able to endure it for that long. )

“...I am going to get some fresh air outside.”

Reiji gets up from his seat.

“I will only be away for a couple of minutes. You seem to be immersed in the movie, so you should be fine being alone for a bit. ーー Or so I thought, but do you really do not want to be apart for even a short while?”

You nod.

“I see. If that’s what you want, I shall stay by your side.”

He sits back down as you apologize.

“No need to say sorry. We’re here for you today. As long as you enjoy the movie, I will feel satisfied as well.”

You smile.

“I am glad to be able to see you smile like that. ...Oh my? How come your cheeks have turned this red? Are you trying to entice me, perhaps?”

You shake your head.

“You may shake your head, but with that look in your eyes, I find it hard to believe your denial. Even your nape has turned a slight crimson, as if it is begging for me to latch onto it.”

*Rustle*

“...I wish you would realize already that whenever you get flustered like that, it only makes it seem like you are trying to seduce me even more. ーー I suppose I shall have a taste of your blood.”

You mention the movie.

“I see...How careless of me. However, your reactions were simply adorable, it completely slipped my mind that the movie was still playing. ーー Ah, this is scene featured on the film’s poster. What a beautiful sunset. ...My bad. I suppose you cannot watch the movie from your current position. ...Now then, come here.”

*Rustle*

“There you could. It will be easy to watch when seated on my lap, no? Besides...”

*Rustle*

“ーー By embracing you from behind like this, I get to enjoy our time together to the fullest. ...Fufu. Your heartrate has increased. We are the only two people in this room, so no need to get so embarrassed. Come on, please keep your eyes on the screen. I believe this is an important scene where both characters convey their love for each other.”

*Rustle rustle*

“Fufufu...My pardon. I did not think that would startle you so much. I was going to behave and simply enjoy this moment until the movie had ended, but after feeling yoru touch, I could not help but want to bite you.”

You admit to also enjoying this moment together.

“I am glad to hear you say that. Well then...Let us enjoy this time together to our hearts’ content. You shall be totally absorbed in me, you will not even be able to make out what the characters are saying.”

*TIMESKIP*

The movie reaches its climax.

“Oh...? It is over already?”

You raise your head.

“I am referring to the movie. The two gaze into each other’s eyes as a beautiful melody plays in the background...I suppose it is the climax of the story. Usually these sort of movies end with a kiss scene. Fufu...Go and take a look.”

You turn your head.

*Rustle*

“Oh dear...To start blushing from a mere kiss scene, you will remain pure like that forever, won’t you?”

The movie ends.

“In the end...The movie ended up on the backburner, but personally I very much enjoyed this day together. How about you?”

You tell him that you enjoyed the day as well.

“Heh...I see. I am glad to hear that. However, now that you mention it...I suppose it is true we have not been able to relax like this together very often as of late. Let us set up a date plan together once we get home. Let me know if there is anything you would like to do. Today, I shall listen to your every wish.”

*Rustle*

“I am glad you like the sound of that. Please try and think of something by then. ーー Well then, shall we head home? Be careful of your step.”

You get up and nearly trip.

*Thud*

“...Ah! As if on cue...You truly are careless.”

*Rustle rustle*

“When I consider the possibility of you getting hurt...It drives me crazy. I would rather not have a repeat of what happened just now, so please grab hold of my hand.”

*Rustle*

“I shall escort you till we are back home ー actually no, until I decide that it is okay. I promise that I shall not let go of your hand until we have reached our room. Please keep that in mind.”

He escorts you out of the room.

ーー THE END ーー

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #reiji sakamaki #diabolik lovers translation #diabolik lovers drama cd #drama cd

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glitcheslikeslego · 1 month

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Show Me Your Moves! (Chapter 8)

AO3 STORY

Chapter 8 : Double Team

Double Team is a non-damaging move that allows the user to multiply themselves rapidly, raising the user's evasiveness.

You were tied up.

You may have newfound powers now, but they were clearly no match for what MK had.

You watched as the artist clone painted away at Sandy’s boat, and while you were glad that you were not at the Anti-Gavity Arcade (where Porty Clone reigns supreme for 15 whole hours of non-stop partying), you also can’t help but wonder what happened to lead up to this situation.

Wait, you remember now!

It started off as a peaceful day, as per usual. You and Sandy were both in the tea store, organizing everything before going for lunch. Sandy was kind enough to order Pigsy’s Noodles for you, and you were super excited to finally try.

If Princess Iron Fan’s reaction to his noodles mean anything, then his noodle making skills were truly heaven-sent.

Mo meowed as MK entered the shop. “Pigsy’s Noodles!” He cheered.

“Hi MK.” You and Sandy greeted him. Sandy struck up some light conversation while you looked into the bag.

The scent had you drooling already.

Sandy laughed at your mesmerized face as you smelled the bag. “They’ve been excited about it all day. I won’t keep you waiting, I’m sure you’re busy.”

“Okay! Enjoy your food!” MK dashed out just as quickly as he came, and you and Sandy figured out who’s noodles were whose.

“It smells so good…” was the first thing you said when Sandy popped the lids off the takeout bowls.

Now I understand why Tang’s always eating there…

You grabbed the chopsticks and clumsily picked up some noodles to eat.

And as soon as they were in your mouth.

Mo screeched as you fell off the chair and onto the floor. Sandy looked over at you worriedly, but it was quickly replaced by a smile at your theatrics.

You had sparkles in your eyes, and you sat back up. “That was the most delicious thing I have ever tasted.” You whispered reverently before shoving more noodles into your mouth.

“I’m glad! Pigsy makes amazing noodles!” Sandy chuckled and the two of you continued to eat in a peaceful silence.

Everything continued on as normal, although as the days went by, you began noticing how MK began getting more and more exhausted.

And it wasn’t until you were on Sandy’s boat with MK on your off day, helping them paint it, that it hit you.

Oh no…

The clones…

“MK, are you okay?” You asked nervously, and MK turned to you with visible bags under his eyes.

Okay, so far so good, Tang hasn’t told him about the clones yet…

“Yeah, I’m fine!” He replies before returning to painting the boat.

You frown. “You don’t have to stay here, y’know? I can help Sandy out and you can relax. You look like you need it.”

MK sighed tiredly. “I do, but I’ll feel bad…” He mutters quietly, and you ruffle his hair.

“Don’t feel bad, hon, I’ll help Sandy out here, you deserve a break.” You gently take the paintbrush from his hand and nudge him away from the boat.

He nodded. “‘Kay, see you tomorrow.”

He walked off, presumably to head back to Pigsy, and you were hoping he would take a nap.

Whatever you do Tang, do NOT tell him about the clones today!

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mitsua · 10 months

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Warnings : bad grammar and spelling mistakes

Genre : fluff

Serie : 𝐎𝐛𝐞𝐲 𝐦𝐞! 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞?

MC 's . . . GN !

Ice cream from the human world with Diavolo

" Are you sure you want ice cream from the human world ? I think the equal in here is way more delicious ..."

You told Diavolo, who had invited you to have a chat at the castle and both were currently at the garden enjoying some tea with Barbatos on the rest day of both of you.

" Haha, that may be true, but I've been craving for one decades ago, but, not only the ice cream but the full experience of buying one ".

" Hm ? How's that ? you can have anyone here get you one at any moment of the day ". You asked oblivious at his wish.

" Well, yes, but I'd like to actually get to see how they serve it or the different flavors they may have on display at their shops, here I only get to ask for the not-so-long list of flavors I know and only interact with my servants, not with the demons who actually prepare them ...".

" How about you go with me to the human world this afternoon then ?" you said with the most pure intentions and trying to picture Diavolo infront of an ice cream truck actually asking for an ice cream.

Barbatos looked expectantly over his master with a smile.

Diavolo's face lit up fastly and immediately agreed.

" Sooo, which flavor do you want my lord ?" you said jockingly at his amused face while admiring the deliciously and creamy-looking desserts being displayed in front of him. The only barrier being a glass from the structure of the freezer.

" They all seem pretty good to be honest... I think I'll go with the strawberry one !".

" Nice choice, do you want it to be served in a cup or in a cone ?".

" Ah... a cone could be fine ".

" But be careful not to let it melt on you ok ? we can't have Barbatos worrying about cleaning your suit when we are back ".

He laughs, " Yes, I'll be careful ".

Just when the worker finished serving the second ball of the pastel pink desert they asked if he wanted any toppings on it as well, leading them with the view to look at the other side of the glass were chocolate chips, m&m's, colored sparks, gummy bears, cookie pieces,— " There are so many options here too !".

" And don't forget about the hot liquid chocolate that freezes as it touches the ice cream !". You said excited about the thought of covering your ice cream with it as you always thought even if it had a logical and scientific explanation to that event, couldn't help but be fascinated by the speed it happened with.

Seeing you fascinated by only mentioning it made him curious and decided to give it a try.

The employee proceeded to grab a spoonful of the topping and poured it on the ice cream, it quickly turned a darker tone implying it's freezing right away. Diavolo indeed was elated by watching it but he was even more by looking at you watching the magic happen.

After getting both your ice creams you asked him if he wanted to eat it somewhere still on earth or if he wanted to return to the Devildom. To which he responded he wanted to stay longer.

The only place available seemed to be a wood bench by the sorroundings of the park next to the ice cream truck.

You happily started eating your ice cream and once in a while glanced up to look at Diavolo ( 🪼 : let's admit no matter what your height is, he's taller ). In one of the times you did so, he was already looking at you and back to your ice cream, so you asked ;

" Do you want to try it ?".

" Sorry I didn't mean to stare ...". He laughed it off closing his eyes to do not make you uncomfortable with his desire.

" It's fine, you can have some !". You insisted, moving your hand with the ice cream closer to his, knowing he did wanted to taste it.

He smiled at you, thanking you as he went to take a bite out of your favorite combination of flavours.

" It's delicious ! what did you choose ?". As you were about to tell him, a butterfly caught your attention and it seemed like you caught theirs as well as it approached you and finally landed in your nose, its wings stopping the movement making it easier to observe it closer, being able to observe the texture and the vibrant colors of it.

Diavolo watched beyond impressed, seeing as you stopped your talking when the creature arrived, he thought you wether had no problem with it being on your face or maybe froze out of fear... no, when he saw the corners of your lips turning upwards he knew you were okay with it, so he calmed down and enjoyed the moment too.

" It looks so beautiful on you ". He whispered, afraid his normal voice would scare the insect off. Your smile grew wider, the ice creams long forgotten as you tried not to move.

Only until you felt a drop of the substance reach your hand did you notice Diavolo's was melting and had already stained his coat.

What were you going to tell to Barbatos ? was your first thought as you shifted making the butterfly fly off of you but still decided to keep circling around the two of you.

Diavolo backed off a bit as well seeing now a worried semblance in your face. What's wrong ? had he not noticed yet ?

" Your coat... let me go for some napkins so at least it won't be too bad- you were about to stand up with your ice cream on hand until his hand wrapped around your wrist " It's fine, don't worry about that now ". He reassured and told you to sit down again.

With that, you spent there the evening 'til the moon had shown as it always did back in the Devildom, calling for Barbatos to assist you.

The next day, at the door of the House of Lamentation after classes, you were left alone by the brothers being busy ; you heard the doorbell and went to open the door expecting to be one of them, only to be surprised by Barbatos.

" Good afternoon, I'm sorry if my visit was unexpected, you see, the young master couldn't wait to deliver this to you " he took out a little box adorned with orange paper and a cute gift bow " but I couldn't have him being distracted in his work so I offered to do it myself " he continued.

You were on blank by his words, but quickly recovered and thanked him and Diavolo as well, happily you entered to the house again and opened the present.

There it was a little pin hair butterfly-shaped, the same color as the butterfly that landed on you the day before.

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Honeymoon Knight / Chapter 11 - If I Were to Keep a Pet

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~ After a while ~

Hanamaru: "Phew… The discussion about marriage turned out to be livelier than I expected."

> “Thank you for sharing” > "Listening to it was enjoyable"

Teddy: "Hehe… I'm glad you enjoyed it, my lord!"

Yuhan: "Well then... It's about time for the lord to be getting hungry, isn't it?"

> "That's true"

*Stomach growls*

Muu: “E-excuse me... I'm getting hungry…"

Yuhan: "Oh dear… Looks like Muu's hungry too."

Hanamaru: "It's almost lunch time. Should we grab a meal?"

> "Let's do that"

Teddy: "Leave it to me, I've researched the nearby places in advance! There's apparently a stylish café nearby. Shall we go there?"

Hanamaru: "As expected, Teddy, you're reliable~."

Yuhan: "Thank you, Mr. Teddy."

Teddy: "Alright then, my lord. This way!"

> "Thank you"

And so, we headed to a nearby café. We sat around the same table at the café.

~ After a while ~

Teddy: "The coffee and pudding here are so tasty..."

Hanamaru: “The green tea is great too. And this ice cream here."

Yuhan: "My lord, are you really okay with this? Us sitting together like this..."

> "I'm happy about it" > “Don’t mind it today”

Yuhan: "Is that so? However..."

Hanamaru: "Don't worry too much, Yuhan. If the lord says it's okay, then it's fine. More importantly, we should eat soon… The iced matcha latte will get warm, you see?"

> "That's right, Yuhan"

Yuhan: "Understood. Since it's such an opportunity... I should enjoy it. I'll make sure we have a good time."

> "Please do"

~ A few minutes later ~

Muu: "Wow... This shop has matcha drinks!"

Yuhan: "Yes, they're very delicious. As summer approaches, and the weather gets warmer... Drinking cold matcha outdoors has a certain charm.”

Muu: “Hehe… Indeed, cold drinks in hot weather are truly delicious!"

> "That's true"

Hanamaru: "For real, it just hits differently. Muu, be careful not to chill your stomach by drinking too much, okay?"

Muu: "Ahh! There was a cute white cat over there!"

Hanamaru: "Ah… he ain't listening at all."

> "I'll let him know later"

Hanamaru: "Thanks. You're really kind, my lord."

Muu: "Ah... The white cat seems to have gone somewhere…"

Teddy: "Maybe it ran away because someone with a dog is approaching?"

Following Teddy's gaze, we see a newlywed-like couple walking their dog.

Yuhan: "Hmm, come to think of it… in the central lands as well, there's a culture of keeping dogs as pets."

Teddy: "In Espoir too, sometimes you can see families with dogs. Hehe… Dogs are wonderful, aren't they?"

> "Teddy, do you like dogs?"

Teddy: "Yes, I do!"

Muu: "Oh~! So you and Mr. Haures have similar tastes!"

Teddy: "Huh, really!? Having similar preferences with Mr. Haures which I admired... I feel somewhat happy."

Hanamaru: "Teddy really looks up to Haures, huh?"

Teddy: "Yes, Mr. Haures is my goal. Oops- sorry, the conversation got off track."

Hanamaru: "Just maybe, Teddy. If you get married, would you want to have a dog?"

Teddy: "Uhm, if I have to say... Right, I might want to have a dog. Adopt a puppy and raise it together with my partner… I want to take them to a meadow and play with them.”

Muu: “Fufu, that sounds really fun! Speaking of which… how about you, Mr. Yuhan and Mr. Hanamaru? If you get married… What pet would you have?”

> “The pet they'd have, huh…”

Yuhan: “Hmm… well… if I were to keep a pet… perhaps, a bird.”

Hanamaru: “Ooh… is that so?”

Yuhan: “When I was little, I took care of an injured bird and kept it for a while.”

> “So that happened”

Yuhan: “Yes. That was a good memory. It had its challenges, like getting pecked at and the bird being reluctant to eat... But those hardships, it might bring joy when shared with a partner.”

Hanamaru: “Hm, hm... So you belong to the ‘if I were to keep a pet, it would be a bird' faction, Yuhan.”

> “How about you, Hanamaru?”

Hanamaru: “Hm, me? If I have to say… It would be a cat. Because cats... seem like they'd be good for lazing around together, right?"

Teddy: "I-I see..."

> "That's very Hanamaru-like reasoning"

Yuhan: "Really, it's unbelievable... Are you planning to laze around even after getting married?"

Hanamaru: "It's not a big deal, this is all just a fantasy anyway. Besides, if I were to get married for real... my partner would probably... like that about me, right?"

Teddy: "Th-that's quite the confidence, isn't it?"

Hanamaru: "Heh... Anyway, it's nice to have these kinds of conversations once in a while. Well, that being said... Right now, my lord is more important... more than a theoretical marriage-partner-to-be. Honestly… I have no interest in anyone but you, my lord.”

> "Uh, um..."

Hanamaru: “Caught off guard, ain't cha, my lord~? Your face is all red~."

Teddy: "Wait, Mr. Hanamaru. Please don't trouble the lord. And making advances is not allowed."

> "Teddy...?"

Teddy: "I also value the lord a lot. Of course, these feelings won't lose to anyone"

Yuhan: "Oh my, that's not something to ignore. I also care deeply for the lord."

> "Even Yuhan..."

Hanamaru: "Oops... Both of you, well said, huh... But don't worry, you two. I'll make sure to make the lord happy. As proof... Here, my lord, hold out your hand for a moment."

> "Huh...? Uh, okay"

As I extended my hand… Hanamaru started whistling.

Hanamaru: "Phwee… phwee…."

???: "Chirp, chirp!"

> "Huh?"

In response to the whistle, a blue bird flew out of the tree and landed on my hand.

Muu: "Wow, a cute blue bird!"

Hanamaru: "Hehe... Impressive, isn't it? It's a whistle that calls the bird of happiness. With this, there's no doubt that good fortune will come to you, my lord."

> "That's amazing, Hanamaru”

Chirp, chirp! The little bird chirped softly and then flew away.

Muu: "Ah, it's gone. I believe blue birds are symbols of good luck, right?"

Teddy: "Yes, that's right!"

Yuhan: "Mr. Hanamaru...! Please call the blue bird again."

Hanamaru: "Huh? Call it again?"

Yuhan: "The whistle can call a blue bird, right? Please, call it again. If possible... let it land on my hand this time..."

Teddy: "Mr. Yuhan… Your eyes seem brighter than usual?"

> "What's going on, Yuhan?"

Yuhan: "Um, well... My apologies. I was a little too excited."

Teddy: "Do you like blue birds?"

Yuhan: "Yes. When I was a child, I wanted to have a blue bird at least once. However, blue birds are rare and hard to come by... So I gave up."

Hanamaru: "I-I see… Well… To reveal the trick, this whistle doesn't really call a blue bird... Any small bird will respond, you know?"

Yuhan: "Oh? Is that so..."

Hanamaru: "I happened to see a blue bird in the tree earlier, so I whistled, and the blue bird kindly responded."

Yuhan: "I see... That's too bad."

Hanamaru: "Well, don't be so down, Yuhan. Oh, right...! Next time, shall I teach you how to whistle? Birds seem to like it, you know?"

Yuhan: "Sigh... If you can stop that triumphant look, I'll consider it."

Hanamaru: "Haa... you're being dishonest~ Yuhan."

Muu: "Mr. Hanamaru! Teach me how to whistle too!"

Teddy: "I want to learn too!"

Hanamaru: "Oh, oh, sure."

> "Can I join too?"

Hanamaru: "Geez... Master Hanamaru sure is popular today."

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baking w/ the performance unit!

svt pfu x reader; established relationship; all fluff, sfw

HHU | VCU | PFU

warning: only food mentions, otherwise its all just fluff !! not proofread btw !!

WEN JUNHUI

CAT COOKIES.

this man is a cat enthusiast, and a cat himself

so why WOULDN'T you guys bake cat cookies?

since u guys didn't have cookie cutters you guys cut the kitty shapes with a knife

they turn out a bit wonky though

as long as it tastes good, its fine 😁👍🏼

builds legos w/ you #2 (first mention in vcu ver.)

the amount of giggle fits you two would have while decorating them- omg

and while you're icing them, the tube of frosting pops and then u guys have a little goofy faced deformed kitty

jun would prob name it jerry before u guys ate it 💀

KWON SOONYOUNG (HOSHI)

if jun got kitty cookies hoshi would most definitely make tiger cupcakes with you

would even look up a tutorial on yt on how to make tiger print on the inside of the cupcake

which also turn out a bit weird, but hoshi still likes it

there would most likely be a mistake while its baking, because hoshi accidentally put 50 minutes instead of 20 minutes on the oven timer 😭😭

you guys are in the middle of watching madagascar while cuddling on the couch until you smell smoke coming from the oven, and then you both have that "oh shit" look on your faces

the cupcakes burnt to a crisp. and your house almost did too 🤧

but you guys are okay, it took a while for all the smoke to clear out tho

hoshi may or may not have stayed away from baking for a while after that though 😓

XU MINGHAO (THE8)

would probably try baking something more difficult like macarons

definitely the best baker in pfu

follows recipes exactly as is as well, and also corrects you before you accidentally put too much salt because you read the measurements wrong (def not speaking from experience of failed macarons 👀)

the softest, most delicious macarons made by him

imagine after they've settled and are ready to eat you guys have this cute little tea party-esq setup and the macarons to eat while drinking tea

he would be SO happy if u liked them, and would try to make them by himself to surprise you next time 💗

LEE CHAN (DINO)

would also be a decent baker

you guys tried baking a cake together for your anniversary and it turned out AMAZING

he most definitely made the decorations look beautiful

cuddles while its in the oven #3 (others mentioned in vcu ver)

movie night while you two devour that cake (i am a firm believer that chan is a highschool musical enthusiast, and would do a marathon w/ you)

forgets to tilt the bowl when using the beater/whisk, so flour and eggs get all over the kitchen 😭

everything ends up fine though

kisses at the end because you two spent so much time baking

A/N - PFU VER DONE !! i hope y'all enjoy this, and i decided to write it so soon because the idea of jun and cat cookies made me want to post this immediately

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Tori Himemiya 4☆ Feature Scout 2

Title: Lured in by a Flowery Scent

Writer: Nishioka Maiko

Season: Winter

NOTE: I EXPLICITLY PROHIBIT USAGE OF ANY PART OF MY TRANSLATIONS ON ANYTHING THAT RELATES TO AI.

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Tori: Hm? Sniff, sniff… Something smells really good.

Smells like flowers… and fruits? Or not? I wonder what that is. Looks like it's coming from the kitchen?

I'm really curious, so I guess I'll check it out ♪

[ Scene change: Dormitory Kitchen ]

Tsukasa: *inhales*... Marvelous! Ah, what a wonderful aroma this is! It is such an adequate accompaniment for this glorious afternoon reprieve ♪

Tori: Ugh… I just got lured by a pleasant scent and suddenly I see someone who's the exact opposite of pleasant.

Your idol aura was so nonexistent that for a sec I thought you were a commoner who slipped in the dorms. I was just about to make a call and report you~

Tsukasa: Oh, my? It seems like I can hear Tori-kun's horrid voice from somewhere, but I can't seem to see him.

Well, I suppose it's only natural I cannot see someone who is hardly taller than a single pea!

Tori: Mugyiiiiiiiii!

Tsukasa: Guaaaaaaah!

Tsukasa: —Hmph. In any case, could you not get in the way of my valuable tea time? I'm quite sure my precious tea would become unpalatable should you stay here.

Tori: Tea? Is that what smelled so good from earlier? It smelled like flowers and fruits. It's really fragrant.

Tsukasa: That's right. I got my hands on some rare cherry blossom-flavored tea, so I am having quite a good time with it.

Tori: Cherry blossom-flavored tea? Uh huh… Hmm…?

Tsukasa: …Oho? Oho, oho? Is that perhaps a pleading look on your face? Is your mind filled with the need to have a sip as well?

Tori: N-Not really! I was just thinking how it was kind of different, that's all!

Tsukasa: Is that so? Ah, ah~ How blessed am I to have a taste of this delicious tea! Ah, how delightful…♪Fufun~

Though if someone is willing to put their puny little head on the ground and beg, I guess I wouldn't mind sharing some of it.

Tori: Mugyiiiiiiiiii! As if anyone would willingly bow their head to you! In your dreams!

If anything, I pity that cherry blossom tea in your cup. I bet that all it wants is to be enjoyed by a real, fine noble but it just ended up within the hands of a fake one like you~

Tsukasa: Guaaaaaah!? You really do run your mouth so carelessly, don't you?! Suit yourself. You will not be getting a single drop from me!

Kohaku: Hey, sonny boy. I've been hearin' ya since earlier. Give it a break already. I didn't give ya those tea leaves for ya to be so mean.

Tsukasa: Oukawa! I-I wasn't really… Rather, it is Tori-kun's fault for provoking me!

Kohaku: I don't wanna hear your excuses. If ya can't sit down and just enjoy it with people around ya, I'm gonna take that tea right back.

Tsukasa: Uuuu…

T-Tori-kun! We get along just fine, don't we?! A-Aren't we about to have a nice cup of tea together?!

Tori: Haa?!

…I mean, yeah. It's just as you said, Tsukasa~ After all, we're good, good friends~ ♪

Tsukasa and Tori: Fufufufufufu… ♪

Kohaku: That's the spirit. Look at ya two go ♪

[ Scene change: Yumenosaki Garden ]

Tori: Ehehe~ Yesterday was just sooooo annoying, but because I was so mature and sat through it, I've gotten some of those special cherry blossom tea leaves~ ♪

(Since Eichi-sama and Ritsu-senpai have already graduated, Hajime is now all alone doing Tea Club activities. I'm gonna go deliver these leaves to him as a souvenir and check up on him~)

(Aren't I so nice thinking about my friend like this~?)

Hajime, off screen: —I've made this blend for today ♪

Tori: Hm…?

(It sounds like Hajime is talking to someone… That's weird. I thought he was the only one left in the Tea Club. I wonder if someone paid him a visit?)

(If that's so, then it's not good if I end up disturbing them. I'll just take a quick look. If he does have a guest, I'll just come back tomorrow.)

[ Scene change: Garden space ]

Hajime: Thank you for your patience, Eichi onii-chan and Ritsu onii-chan~ ♪

Tori: Uwawawawa!? Hajime, what on earth are you doing?

Hajime: Huh, Tori-kun?

Tori: What's up with those life-size standees of Eichi-sama and Ritsu-senpai!? You're really scaring me with how you're just cheerfully talking to them, you know?!

Hajime: Oh, these ones?

Well, I'm used to always having Eichi onii-chan and Ritsu onii-chan around, so whenever they're not here, I just can't seem to get in the mood at all…

So I had these made through a special order! Ehehe~ ♪

Tori: "Ehehe", you say…

Ah, but these look pretty well-made. How nice~ Maybe I should put one of Eichi-sama in the Student Council room too?

Hajime: If you like, Tori-kun, the Tea Club can always lend him to you.

By the way, what made you come here, Tori-kun?

Tori: Ah, that's right! I was so in shock that I forgot!

I got some rare tea leaves from Tsukasa yesterday~ Wanna have some tea together?

Hajime: Oh, is that so? I'll be happy to have tea with you~ ♪ I'll have it ready in a jiffy, so please give me a moment~

[ A few moments after ]

Tori and Hajime: *sighs happily* …….♪

Hajime: This is really fragrant~ There are a lot of other cherry blossomed-flavored teas out there, but this is surely the best one I've had to date.

Tori: I'm sooooo happy you like it, Hajime!

Mitsuru: Sniff, sniff… Hiiro-chan, it looks like the scent came from here— Huh, Hajime-chan and Hime-chan?

Hajime: Mitsuru-kun and Hiiro-kun? It seems that there are so many visitors today. Is there anything I can do for you?

Hiiro: Umu! Mitsuru-kun and I were wondering why there's a nectar-like scent wafting round and about, so we looked around together to find out!

Hajime: Nectar… Oh, maybe it's this cherry blossom tea that Tori-kun brought?

Mitsuru: Sniff, sniff… Yup, this is it! Smells soooo good!

Tori: If you guys are curious, why not come here and try it?

Mitsuru: Eh, is it really okay?! I reaaaally wanna try it now~!

Hiiro: If you two don't mind, then I'd like to try it too.

Hajime: Of course, we don't mind at all. I'll go pour you your own cups~

Fufu. If it's this lively in here, then Tea Club activities wouldn't be so lonely anymore~ ♪

Tori: If you're lonely, you know that you can always call for me, right? I'll bring you tea like this again~ And I'm sure other guys who are also free around then won't mind joining us.

Cherry blossoms may symbolize parting ways, but they can also mean new encounters!

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Translation: Sophie

Proofreading: Quin

TL notes:

You might be wondering why Tori has mentioned about Ritsu graduating despite them still wearing their blue neckties (2nd year). There is no confirmation if the same applies to Yumenosaki, but graduations in Japan usually happens in March while the next school year starts in April. This story most likely happened between these two periods! (Thank you Quin for pointing this out!)

This isn't the first time that Hajime has been caught interacting with life-sized standees of his senpais. See this 4-koma.

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