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lizmindpalace · 11 months

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English love affair

This is inspired by English love affair by 5SOS and sort of by Lost in reality It is basically what I wanted from the UR+ card "A misty town". Pairing: Obey me Lucifer x f!reader.

Summary: Lucifer does not pay enough attention to you, and you are growing tired about it.

Word count: 7.3 K

Status: Complete.

Warnings: None, really, just some little innuendos. Pure fluff. Summer vibes.

This is 100% self-indulgent because the few last months were really tough for me and my heart was in need of some comfort.

Find it on AO3 and Wattpad.

The lights had turned down a while ago, the windows were open, and the sound of a light rain had drowned any noises around the house, but not the pictures burning in his brain. Heavens tears were dripping on the windows' glasses, beating them in synchrony with his heart, both the rain and his heart beat, slowly increasing their pace, as he kept wandering in that distant land, more than seven thousand miles away from home and days ago in time.

It had all started on a weekend in May, the nights were clearer, and the heat had reached its maximum. He had been doing some paperwork that had to be submitted that same night, even if it was Saturday. It was hard enough to get to focus on something that dull while the temperature made his cheeks blaze and his brain slow down, but it became harder when he decided to open the windows so he could get a bit of the late spring breeze and then had to contemplate how the other inhabitants of the house looked to be enjoying the weather, playing around, abandoning the house for a night out with the promise of leaving a unforgettable memory for the years to come.

Among the joy radiating from his brothers, as if it was a dark cloud in a clear blue sky, he could perceive a shadow that had a despondent face hidden between colourless fingers.

"Cm'on, MC, let's go to the casino, the drinks are on me".

"Sorry Mammon, but I'm not feeling like going to a casino tonight".

"She'd rather go to the spa with me".

"Or to the collectible merchandise pop up store for the new comedy 'I wished I lived in my Otome game and then it came true and now finally I'm living the life I wanted ' that is only open for limited time with me!"

"Actually, no boys, I think I'll pass tonight, and I'll stay here and wander around the garden, you guys go out and have fun, bring me some souvenirs".

After a few moments of disagreement, the crowd vanished, the breeze had scattered them as though they were tree leaves, leaving only a shadowy figure under the tree, in complete silence and loneliness.

"You should go out and have fun too, MC".

"I did not feel like it".

The man sat down by your side, and looked at the reddish sky, it was the closest you could have to a sunset, you looked at it as well, it was pretty but not as much as the stunning sunsets from the human world; you loved the Devildom and you had learnt to think of it as home, but sometimes you really felt homesick about the human world. His gaze met your glistening eyes.

"May I know the cause of your sorrow?" he asked with a soft voice, despite the fact his usual severity was present, you could tell he was worried, maybe he was afraid that you were not taking care of yourself.

"I'm not sad". You tried and he rolled his eyes at you.

"I presume you are homesick. Perhaps we could arrange that Diavolo allows you to go to the human world for a week, or a couple of weeks if possible, I consider that would solve any problems regarding your mental health".

You panted but nodded.

"Whatever, you'll let me know, right? You should go back to work, it looks like it is very important".

He frowned.

"You certainly do not seem happy with my resolution, but I'm not able to help you further if you do not tell me what the issue is".

"It's nothing, I mean, what could be wrong? I've always loved to spend my Saturday nights alone in the darkness, I mean, that's what you have a boyfriend for, right? That's just the ideal date: being all alone in the garden while he complies with his owner's orders, and that is as well the perfect definition of a boyfriend, the kind of boy who is working in his office all day and night long, and he ends up being so tired it takes him a second to fall asleep, and in addition, he forgets you exist".

You were not that kind of person, but lately everything felt like too much, he was never around when you needed him, and you had started to feel really bad about it, and yes, maybe you were homesick too, you longed for the human world's summertime.

"I beg your pardon?" Lucifer looked at you, he was confused, and he could not believe you were behaving like this and expressing your feelings in such way.

"You never spend time with me anymore! I'm tired of being broken hearted, it is like you take me for granted all the time".

Those words sent a different kind of pain to his chest and a bitter taste to his mouth. Had he been that thoughtless? Had he been so careless? He knew well his six brothers, lower range demons, some of the angels and even Diavolo himself and all members of the student council had fallen for you, and you had chosen him, you were dating him and not the other way round, as much as that expression hurt his pride, he would not care less; and yet, it did not sound like he deserved such honour.

His face remained calm, but his heart was beating faster than ever.

"I apologise about that" he whispered, he was almost wordlessly, he could only reach out for your hand as answer.

"It's ok, I did not mean to throw a hissy fit about that". You said after some moments of silence. "It is not important. Go back to your work, I will listen to your advice, and I will go out and have some fun instead, being locked up here is getting on my nerves".

You let his hand go and rose, then walked towards the house of lamentation, vanished into your bedroom. Lucifer sighed, and returned to his office as well, he left the window open so he could keep an eye at the entrance and at you, he did not think you would dare go out alone despite your words, he was sure you acknowledged how dangerous it was to venture yourself into the blackness of the Devildom streets, but he would like to check in case you did or something else happened.

The hours in front of the monitor had affected his already tired eyes, he blinked several times, he was almost blind. He rubbed his eyes when a cloud in his eyes came to life, and moved around as if it was an actual being. He approached to the window and noticed it was not an effect of the light, but it was his human going out as he had suggested. But why were you dressed like that?

A short sparkling dress indicated what your plans were, Lucifer did not want to think too hard about it. He did not want to be possessive, but it was his true nature, he could not help it, and he would be lying if he said that the mere thought of you being seen by everyone like this did not make his blood boil, or maybe it was the thought of you meeting someone attracted by you who would make you think was a better option than he was. Which was another thought he was not being able to bear, even if they were probably right about it.

"So... are you going out after all?" He had decided to casually interfere, now that he was coming closer his pace was slow, and he was glad you didn't see when he literally ran out of his study so he could get to you before you finally left, his demeanour was calm, but fire flowed through his eyes.

"I am". You said nonchalantly, hanging your bag on your right shoulder, looking at the pocket mirror in your hand, and approving the way you looked. He approved it too, but he did not approve you were going out and all of those demons got to see you too.

"May I know where you are going?"

"You have interest in me all of a sudden?" You teased him, with a tiny smile. You had known what his reaction was going to be all along.

"MC..."

"Asmo said he had changed his plans and he would be in a bar with some of his acquaintances, I felt like dancing, so see you later, have fun with your work".

Lucifer looked astonished at you, his mouth and eyes wide open.

"No" he said, it took him less time than you had expected, it had been a long time since the last time he had talked to you in that way, determination impregnated in his voice.

"Sorry?" You frowned, looked at him in feigned confusion.

"You're not going there".

"And why not? Just because you don't want me to go?" You mocked him.

"Just because you're going somewhere else".

You frowned again, trying to catch your thoughts because you were now clueless about what his words meant, but he did not hesitate, and soon he had you against the closest wall with no way out, his lips so close to your collarbone, you could feel his warm breath in your skin, sending shivers throughout your body, leaving you like a little inoffensive sheep cornered by a wolf; showing you why he was called the avatar of pride and the ruler of the underworld.

" You have five minutes. Pack your things up, we're leaving for a whole week".

A smile was drawn on your lips, lightning up yours and Lucifer's faces as well, there was some kind of complicity between the both of you that made your hearts race, then, you bit your lower lip and nodded after he whispered into your ear "it's an order, attendant".

You did as you had been prompted. You hurried upstairs and got some clothes in your bag, as well as some basic supplies. Soon you had a backpack with you, and you were waiting for Lucifer to knock at your door.

Which he did, sort of. He did not wait for an answer and just entered your room, taking your bag.

"But what about your work? And Diavolo? And everyone else?, they could get worried if we just leave like this".

"They'll have to deal with it".

He took your hand in his and hurried out the house of the lamentation, dragging you along with him.

"You did not even tell me where we're going".

He remained silent, you imagined you were going somewhere near the devildom, but once you saw you were coming closer to the border with the human world, you knew.

"Didn't we need some kind of authorisation from Diavolo to leave the Devildom?"

Lucifer shrouded. He never stopped until you two were walking down the wet pavement, surrounded only by orange buildings whose white mouldings stood out in the gloom of the night. You were trying to figure out where you were, but nothing gave you the slightest clue about it.

You had no option but to follow the man inside the orange building and then to the single bedroom for two. You looked through the window while he arranged everything related to your stay there. You saw the fancy houses and cars parked outside of them, it was really Lucifer like, you did not have a single clue where you were, until the blue and red flag let you know.

"Is this Mayfair?"

He smiled.

"You wanted to go to a bar, didn't you?"

You did not notice when he got rid of his coat, still wearing his devil every day clothes, he forced you to leave again.

The pub was overflowing with people and loud catchy music, you could get lost in such a crowd at any second, because the lights danced leaving blindness behind.

Fortunately, the so-called avatar of pride never let go of you, and soon you noticed you two were swinging to the beat of the music in the background, he had placed your arms around his shoulders and his hands held you in place with a grasp on your hips.

Your body had captivated him, but once your foreheads were close enough, your eyes stole his complete attention, you could see yourself in them, being unknown in such a crowd was revitalizing, his movements let you know he was enjoying himself more than ever, and you realised how much mistaken his brothers were when they thought Lucifer did not know how to have fun. Maybe it was the fact he had already drunk three glasses of wine, you did not expect him to get drunk off human alcohol, considering that demonous was at least fifth times stronger, but he was proving you wrong.

His always earnest, composed, paper like face, was now cheerful, his sharp teeth stuck out of his lips, as if they were thirsty for blood, your blood. In addition, a distinct gleam was radiating from his eyes, the kind of gleam he had when you were around and you pretended you weren't aware of his gaze, and that he would hide away when he realised you had noticed. This time he was not trying to skulk it, it was in plain sight, as he wanted you to notice. It felt as though he was devouring you using only his eyes, and you could feel your legs shaking, almost making you fall to your knees and hit the floor.

Summer heat impregnated your bodies and your minds, Lucifer's demonic personality stood out on the changing environment surrounding both of you. Your movements had made the two of you get closer. His hands on you lower back, yours in his hair. He would not say it out loud, but you could perceive he was waiting for more, for the next step, but he doubted, because you were sure he did not want to harm you and that was why he would patiently wait, although you were sure, it would not be for so much longer.

It was your turn to take his hand, to take the initiative to let him know it was fine, you got to the silent streets, where you hailed a taxi, what a blessing the taxi had some kind of compartment and the driver was not able to see the kisses you were stealing from your demon, and how he was devouring your mouth in return.

The car stopped and you two hurried your way upstairs to the flat Lucifer had got for you, something burned inside you, you wanted to be closer to him, even closer since you were already closer than ever already, your kisses were preventing you from getting to your bedroom, the avatar or pride was slowly ousting the avatar of lust and taking his place. The door opened as if welcoming the two of you. You did not notice when Lucifer was over you, staring with his lustful eyes at you, as if you were his prey with no way to escape.

You wanted to say something, but your senses were preventing you from thinking, you were not able to remember your actions either, so probably you had managed to say Lucifer's name, because he had also heard a whisper, his name slipping away from someone's lips, he left your neck for a second, leaving the heat behind for a moment, staring at the darkness, something was wrong, something felt odd, he had recognised that voice.

"For hell's sake..."

You let totally go from Lucifer's grasp and stood up.

"It's not fair you thought you could have MC all for yourself!"

"And all the fun". Asmodeus seconded Belphegor.

He rolled his eyes at his brothers, your cheeks reddened, while you were trying to recompose yourself, hoping no one had seen your previous scene.

"Of course, no one would like to invite the otaku shut in along, I had that coming".

Lucifer sighed, took his hand to his forehead and rubbed it in frustration, shutting his eyes close. His plans had been spoiled in the worst of ways.

"What are you doing here?" Lucifer did not try to hide his annoyance. A tiny smile was drawn on Satan's face.

"How did you know we were here?" You finally asked.

Lucifer got his phone out of his pocket and checked it carefully because Satan's gaze suggested he knew something he did not.

"We have an alert when you leave for the human world, you know, and as every time you do it you bring MC with you, we just wanted to check she was fine". Satan replied, the cunning smile never fading.

"So, we should all have a sleepover, since it's too late to go out now".

"Or we could all join Lucifer and MC in their activities, I think they were having fun".

You blushed again, failing at hiding it and your eyes meeting the floor.

"I think the sleepover would be better, there are always snacks in a sleepover". Beel commented. "And human snacks, which is even better".

"I think it sounds like a good idea, the eight of us can have fun that way. I'll just go to put my pajamas on".

You panted once you were alone in your bedroom for the night, even if you pretended a sleepover with all of them was a good idea and you loved all seven of them, you had really been looking forward to spending some time with Lucifer, alone. It tasted as if you had swallowed disappointment. You looked yourself in the mirror and forced yourself to smile.

Throughout the night, Lucifer and you were only able to exchange looks while his brothers were not paying attention, because they would always interfere when you were trying to speak, but with a single blink, he let you know he would find a way. You were trying to focus on the board games, and at the end you managed to have a good time when you were singing karaoke together. None of you knew when you had fallen asleep on the floor.

The morning came sooner than expected, it was summer, school was supposed to be over, so why were they forced to wake up at that time in the morning?

"Lucifer, for g- Diavolo's sake, what do you think you're doing silly? We had a blast last night, I have barely slept, and I need my sleeping beauty".

The demon whose arms were crossed over his chest looked annoyed at them, he was not happy, he was not even joyful, even considering the fact he was getting to punish his brothers, one of the things he enjoyed the most in the world.

"That's the consequence of leaving without authorisation, Diavolo called me when he noticed none of you were at home, and I had to promise him, this would do some kind of good to the Academy in order to cover the expenses, so we're going to the museum, and you'll submit afterwards a detailed report about it. I've booked tickets for the first tour in the morning, so stop complaining; haste your breakfast and hygiene, we're leaving soon". He looked at his watch in his wrist before speaking again: "and that's in fifteen minutes, so hurry up, or you'll never see the sunlight of the human world ever again, I guarantee you".

Lucifer's threats were always serious, his punishments would always be something to remember, the crowd showed disapproval during the next fifteen minutes and during the walk towards the museum that took them about thirty minutes, but Lucifer remained silent, he was concentrating on something the others were not able to tell.

All of them, strolled together along the corridors and through the white marble halls of the museum, the guide explained every single detail in every single painting and sculpture, that outlined human genius from different times and places. There was something about humans, it did not matter where they were from, how they looked like or what language they spoke, they were all the same, just fascinating. All of the demons admired the way they were able to expose their feelings and true colours in those art pieces, it did not take long for them to get lost in the world created by the human's eyes, they soon realised it was as captivating as you were.

A couple of hours passed by in complete calm, Lucifer himself was not able to believe he was having some time in peace, and the weight on his shoulders was slowly vanishing.

"Lucifer?" A whisper broke the silence everyone was in, it felt as though blood had stained the white veil of the wedding dress everyone dreamed of you wearing in their fantasies. "I cannot find MC". Beelzebub raised his voice, he had not been able to help it, fright and confusion were drawn on his face.

Lucifer finally paid attention to him, now the same expression could be read in his face: bewilderment, if he had to describe it. He looked around, looking for those red cheeks he knew so well.

"She does not pick her phone either".

He had been staring at his phone now, he had been thinking of calling you as well, hearing that made him freeze. Even if he knew the human world was safer than the Devildom itself, your whereabouts were always a reason of concern.

"Remain calm, everyone" Although the one who had to take that piece of advice would have to be himself. "I'll go check with the guard, I'm sure she's in another room or in the toilet, stay together, I don't want more disappearances".

Everyone remained quiet and silently agreed to his instruction, Beelzebub suggested the tour guide to give them the lunch break at that moment so they could stay together in a single place. The six brothers sat in the museum's café, they were trying to have lunch but instead they kept staring at the entrance, waiting for Lucifer, they expected to see MC by his side wearing a shy smile.

But that did not happen.

"Now Lucifer is taking an awful amount of time".

"Leave it to me, I'll call him". Mammon suggested after hearing Asmo saying what he was thinking.

"Beel, why is Lucifer's phone in your pocket?" Satan raised an eyebrow in suspicion.

"Oh no, he was so worried he forgot about it. And now if he gets lost, he won't be able to enter the food delivery app, he will starve to death". Everyone could see Beel was really worried about that scenario, he even left his chips by his side for a moment, his face showing worry.

"Let's wait a little longer, and then we'll go back to the flat if they don't show up soon". Satan said and everyone agreed in silence.

It was a shame they were trapped inside when the day outside was so beautiful.

"Are you sure we should be doing this?" You asked a bit worried.

"That's why we escaped from the Devildom in the first place, isn't it? Stop worrying about them and enjoy me instead".

Your cheeks blushed and Lucifer remembered why he had fallen so hard for you, those colours that made you different to anyone else had captivated him. You kept walking together, you were now far away from the museum.

"I know, but they'll be worried, what if they make this bigger than it is?"

"There was no other way, and I would appreciate if you changed the subject, I don't want to think of them at the moment".

You sighed.

"I thought you were the adventurous kind; you know, the girl studying abroad in the Devildom, falling for the bad guy, you should be enjoying this". He snickered at you, and you rolled your eyes at him, but just after a moment, you joined him and laughed, he was somewhat right.

You surmised he was completely right after all, and you should enjoy your little adventure by his side, after all, his brothers had been the ones to show up without permission and without invitation and had spoiled your little time off. You took his hand in yours while you walked down the street after reflecting on this.

The fresh summer breeze was slapping your face, messing with your hair while your eyes fought to stay open, it made you feel at home, at ease, the feeling got stronger when you remembered you were with your lover, as if you were complete, your heart danced, and your blood rushed through your veins to reach it out.

"Fancy some tea? What? We're in London, aren't we?"

"Are you really offering me tea even considering this heat?"

"Would you rather have an ice cream, instead?" Lucifer said and your eyes shone while you nodded in approval. The both of you reached out to the park, it was greener than ever before, and the trees danced to the beat of the wind, Lucifer got you an ice cream that handed to you, and you suggested to sit down in the swings, he looked at you as if you were one more of his childish brothers, but at the end, he gave up, he smiled once you two were slightly moving back and forth, enjoying the good weather and your dessert. The sound of the tree leaves reminded you of a waterfall, the sun warming your body and the sound of people gave you the sort of relaxation, you had been longing for so long.

"Did you leave your phone at the flat as I advised?"

"They'll find it on the bedroom's vanity".

"Good, Satan won't be able to track us down this time".

You shared his devilish smile, knowing you had got your way this time.

"May I try yours?"

Lucifer frowned at you, your smiling face produced some kind of affection to his chest that changed his behaviour every time, it was weird to be seen in public like that, but no one knew him there, he remembered, so he obliged and fed you with his own ice cream.

"Try mine..." you made a grimace when he refused. "Don't make me force you".

"I would like to see you try".

"Sta-"

He groaned, irritated.

"I can do it. There's no need to do that".

He licked your ice cream while you chuckled, perhaps you were actually of the adventurous kind.

"It has a good taste, I think it's almost as sweet as you, although..."

You could not help yourself, seeing his lips move like that, you wished you were the ice cream instead, and therefore, you hurried to steal a kiss from him before he started talking. He blushed, he had not been expecting it, you had caught him off guard, it felt different in comparison to the night before, when you were anonymous, since now everyone around was looking at you two, or at least that's what he thought.

He froze for a second, his pride sheltering him, as if he was in a bubble, a bubble you were breaking with your daring actions, he was completely red, almost out of control when a light split the sky into two, drops falling from the sky started landing on your faces, lowering the temperature, you looked up, definitely there was a huge storm coming.

You did not mind, as long as you could keep holding your beloved one as close as you were now, however, he cared, because he stepped away, and took an umbrella from his coat.

"You didn't bring yours, did you?"

You shook your head. He sighed.

"We should seek shelter before it's too late, we can continue whatever we were doing there".

You stared at the sky, that morning when you looked at yourself in the mirror you had been glad of your choice of clothes, black shorts and black sneakers with a shirt with hues of red, you felt pretty and according to the summer, now that the sky was graying out, you were regretting your choices for the day, perhaps it was not appropriate enough now for the approaching storm. You looked at your bare legs with worry, but then another thought came to your mind, you noticed you had been wearing matching colours and you failed at hiding a smile when you realised it.

You did not want to leave but the grasp of Lucifer's hand made you rose and start walking again down the streets, leaving the natural scenario behind.

"You take it" he forced you to take his transparent umbrella, you looked up and noticed how the drops fell on it, it was a nice umbrella, you could not help but smile while seeing the sky above, crying over you. The calm suddenly changed though, since soon you noticed the light rain turned into a heavy downpour.

"Come here, you're getting wet". You gestured at the space by your side, under the umbrella.

"I'm fine, you cover yourself".

"I don't want to look after a sick demon when this is supposed to be fun, unless you're doing this because you're too embarrassed to be seen with me in public, which you could openly tell me, I'm not willing to beg for your attention ever again, we can leave things like this right now".

Lucifer took a deep breath, and then after a moment of hesitation, a step closer to you, and then passed his arm around your shoulders, while you kept holding the umbrella.

"If we walk slow enough none of us will be wet".

"And if I keep you this close you won't be cold". He whispered.

You smiled, made him stop in the middle of the street and carefully, placed your arms around his neck, leaving another kiss on his lips. The only thing covering you both was the see-through umbrella and the raindrops falling over it. Everyone around was looking at you and his cheeks were red as were yours, but you could not care less, you liked it when you made him blush. Even if it was only a side effect of his prideful character.

"You're being very naughty today, aren't you? I think I will have to do something to correct that behaviour". He leaned in and kissed you roughly this time, as if he was trying to demonstrate he could do better than you at being naughty, while he was demonstrating you, he would not care about his perfect image being scratched by you, he had made that decision, even if there was a chance you were encountered by his brothers again showing affection to each other like this. "I missed you, and I promise you, I'll never let work take over my time like this again".

He looked around after leaving you breathless, people had started to pass you by, ignoring you, however he must have seen something, because he stopped. "They found us". He took your hand and simply started to run without giving you any opinion on the matter, the umbrella no longer preventing the water from getting into you, making your body freeze, almost producing pain, and two minutes later your hair and clothes were soaking wet, leaving you tired after that little race. You took the red bus after you had stopped, although you had no idea where it was going to.

"I think we lost them again" Lucifer shook his head, plumping up his hair using his hand. Everything in him was hypnotizing and you could not help but admire his wet hair falling over his forehead, his bright red eyes thinking of something you could not imagine, giving him a mysterious look. You could tell there was some kind of malice in his grimace, he was having fun, he was a damn sadist after all.

"So, who was following us?" You asked trying to get out of your thoughts, trying to remain calm, you looked at the window, attempting to catch a clue of what was happening.

"My brothers, of course".

"How did they find us?"

Lucifer shrugged as if it was no important at all, and then held your hand in silence for the rest of the trip.

Some blocks later across the wet London streets, Lucifer held you by the waist, helping you to descend the bus steps so you would not get wet by stepping into the puddles, as if you could get wetter.

He took you through another narrow hallway, another tall building showing in front of you and covering the sky, and the rain, the only sound that could be heard were your sloppy steps. He led you upstairs, never letting go of your hand, it was silent. You did not stop climbing until you reached out the roof, the wooden door opened before you, leaving the two of you outside, under the no more gray sky, but rather painted in pink and orange hues, due to the fact the sun was coming back. The view was spectacular, the whole city of London could be appreciated from there, the wind hit your face, reminding you it was not a dream, you were there in flesh and blood.

"I'm glad it was here on time."

You glanced over at the table by the balcony, there was pizza and chips, as well as some drinks, you noticed then you were actually starving.

"Be my guest", he gestured and helped you to have a seat.

You soon were taking a big bite to your pizza slice. The feeling of being chased and your head revolving around was slowly decreasing thanks to the fact you were getting some energy from your meal, and now you were all of a sudden laughing.

"What is it the matter?"

"I cannot believe they followed us all the way here".

"My brothers have always shown some kind of protective affection towards you, it was just logical, although inconvenient, especially when you're trying to have a date".

Your face blushed, and then you stared at your pizza.

"How did you get the food?"

"Beel, he was quite helpful this time... Listen, it might not be the kind of date you were expecting, and I promise you..."

"Stop right there" you cut him off.

"I only wanted to spend some time with you, some quality time with no paperwork just you and I alone, no matter what we're doing, and I am very fond of pizza, so I won".

The fairy lights over your head suddenly turned on, as well as the lights coming from the distant city, you could see the reflection of the sun on the Thames, little ships travelling down its course with their bright flags and lights standing out the growing darkness. It was the phenomena you had been missing, one of the few things that the Devildom could not equal, Lucifer admired the landscape as well, it was likewise, one of his favourite things from the human world, the balance between light and darkness, good and evil, just as it was comprised in its inhabitants.

"I just wanted to make sure you still..." you interrupted yourself, leaving the sentence unfinished, as if you were choosing the correct words to deliver your message.

"I still and I will always love you, MC".

You could not help but smile even wider, you were not able to look at his eyes, you felt like a teenager again, maybe even worse, your legs shook every time you thought of him, your checks reddened when you saw him, and your voice stuttered when you talked to him. You wanted to tell him you loved him as much, but for some reason you could not get the words out of your mouth.

" I love you too, Lucifer". You finally managed to whisper.

Some fresh music started to sound in the background as if magic had produced it.

"You wanted to dance, didn't you? We've been interrupted every time".

He rose before you could say anything, and dragged you along, soon he had you spinning around the floor, you both laughing because it was something embarrassing (even more embarrassing for the avatar of pride), although you decided he was just enjoying himself as much as you were, which was not usual for him, and you concluded that once in a while, leaving his brothers without surveillance in the middle of the human world creating chaos, was not that bad.

Your body danced to the rhythm of the music for longer than you imagined; his grip on your waist, your hands around his neck, his perfume invading your senses, even standing out the smell of petrichor, the gift that rain had left for you; the sun had totally set when you separated your dreamy eyes from his, and the moon was now shinning over your heads, with its silver light falling over you, casting living shadows over the floor, the stars were sparkling as much as your eyes were. Your hearts were racing, he was not able to take his eyes off you, or his hands, you were both in some kind of trance, you were sure he had managed to cast some sort of spell on you because your brain was not able to command your limbs, they were only controlled by the electricity of his contact.

You did nothing to stop him when his kisses became warmer and more intrusive, or when his hands fought the resistance of the fabric of your clothes; your breath hitched in your chest due to the anticipation with every single kiss and touch, you let yourself fall into his trap of love and seduction, letting the sparks fly in the middle of the fire and the rain. That night, you allowed him to take over your body and soul, you were his prisoner, and you did not want to escape.

The music produced by the scattered raindrops on the glass roof woke you up, it was late, but not that late, the stars were still visible, and the sunlight was barely perceived in the horizon. Everything was quiet, then you remembered who you were with when you felt his warm embrace and soft breath under you.

"Don't leave". He said, showing some kind of vulnerability he would have hidden if he had been fully awake, that made you heart melt as he had done with your mind and body just a few hours ago, he would not say it out loud, but his heart was completely strung out. "I need your angel eyes".

You snickered and hugged him back. After that night you would not be able to leave him ever again even if you tried. Why had you waited so long to elope?

You softly kissed his lips. It took several minutes for you to get up, none of you wanted to let go the other, but at the end, the responsible side of Lucifer finally showed up. So, you were forced you took a shower, while he took care of making breakfast.

You fixed your appearance in front of the mirror. Lucifer casually walked in to inform you "It's time for breakfast, and then we'll have to leave" and held you from behind and kissed your cheek, then you two stared at each other in the mirror, your faces looked filled with joy and Lucifer particularly, looked as if he had come back to life after being dead for some centuries.

You nodded. Something was wrong with Lucifer today because he was spoiling you too much, the English breakfast before you was not only appetizing to your eyes, but also to your tastebuds.

"The breakfast was amazing". You smiled at him once you had finished.

"I am glad to hear you enjoyed it". He nodded behind his cup of black coffee.

"Thank you". You smiled at him and he, as a natural effect, smiled back at you. "I enjoyed this little trip. Even if it was just a night, instead of the seven days you had promised".

"I apologise about it, I will find a way to compensate it".

You agreed with his statement, you would have liked to stay longer, to do something else, but it was time to go.

The way back on the bus was calm, people was minding their own business and you enjoyed the trip looking at the buildings and the crowds outside.

"Who was following us before we took the bus yesterday?"

Lucifer chuckled and you raised an eyebrow.

"No one was following us, I just sort of felt creative".

You hit his arm and laughed.

"I knew your brothers weren't capable of doing so, they are good boys, you just have to be a bit more patient with them".

"What are you, their lawyer?"

"Please?"

He sighed.

"Fine, but you'll be responsible for their bad behaviour if you insist on defending them".

You nodded. You knew they would get into trouble often, but it was part of the fun. And most of the times it was nothing serious.

You soon arrived to the Mayfair place where you had first arrived the previous night, a crowd was reunited there and there were some ambulances as well, the street was automatically cosed and Lucifer had to double check it was the correct street, hoping it was the incorrect one, but deep down knowing it was not, he could almost see the scene before his eyes: he could see Mammon starting the problem, Levi and Asmo panicking about it, Beel being too busy eating to notice, Belphie smelling the smoke and deciding it was not worthy enough to wake up, Satan rolling his eyes. Lucifer moved his head in disapproval, sighed in frustration and wasted no time and started to think of an appropriate punishment, whereas you almost fell in his arms when you finally realised the flat and the whole building where you had been staying had been burnt to dust, and it had only taken them a night alone.

"I'm glad you'll get to do the cleaning this time, my little apple-pie". Lucifer whispered into your ear, when you finally met the dusty faces of his six brothers, then he chuckled.

Definitely, you would look for a way to stop acting as their attendant and- what? Lucifer had called you his little apple-pie? For some reason you decided to change your mind. Maybe you could wait a bit longer and keep up with your duties as their attendant.

The way home was as bittersweet as the chemistry that produced those strange feelings inside him towards you because Lucifer was mad at his brothers, and they were fearing for their fate and the punishment Lucifer would give them but there was as well an unobtrusive smile drawn on his lips because of the memories of your previous night together. He was less severe this time, maybe because of what you had told him or maybe for some other reason you were not able to tell, but maybe it was the happiness you two were sharing and weren't able to hide away. With time things settled down, life became what it used to be before your little adventure, although you weren't wretched anymore and every time and then, when Lucifer noticed he was not giving you enough attention he would find a way to have some time alone with you, he would count the days until he could bring you back to him.

"Are you going to sleep or are you going to stare at me all night?" You said, you were not able to sleep because he was not sleeping either and you could feel his red eyes on you even in the dismal darkness.

"Your picture haunts me in the dark while I'm falling asleep, it is not my fault". He sometimes felt like a rag doll, whose pieces belonged to you, and you could manipulate as you wished, and for some odd reason he was fine with it, he had given in, and stopped trying ways to turn it around.

"Oh, shut up, if we want to ride the London eye, we'll have to wake up early". You softly smiled and hugged him, truth be told, you weren't able to escape him anywhere either, not even in your dreams. He kissed your scalp and closed his eyes, you were right.

This was the first day of your second trip together and you could not wait for the adventures to come by Lucifer's side, under the rain in the misty town of London.

- Note: I took the idea of the pet name "apple pie" from some post here on Tumblr because I found it adorable, I just cannot remember who was the user who came up with it, so, if you're the one, let me know to give you credit here :3

#obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me fanfiction #lucifer x reader #lucifer x mc #mc #5sos #obey me lucifer #obey me shall we date #lmp:obeyme #lmp:obeymeff #obey me lucifer x reader #fanfiction #fluff #summerish

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wedreamedlove · 1 year

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Have opinions and thoughts change of the past 2 years about the MLs in LN?

practically every time they release main chapter cards!

hm, how do i explain this? i think one of the strengths of chinese otome games over japanese otome games is their commitment to a small cast where they can develop many facets of a character versus having a buffet of characters that target niche likes and so they come off as shallow or having characters who aren't allowed to develop in other directions as much because then it would encroach on another character's domain.

in my opinion, light and night does the former especially well, even among its competitors, because they try to capture the "human experience" through their male leads.

for example, in tears of themis, Lu Jinghe has a theme of freedom depicted through the conflict of his personal desires to be a roaming artist but also needing and willing to bear the responsibility of being the PAX heir, especially with his brother missing. none of the other men really have freedom themes, except perhaps Mo Yi if you squint but he's quite self-actualized and handled his family issues.

meanwhile, in light and night, everyone gets their own version of freedom trauma. Evan never had the freedom to be himself due to blood clan upbringing and propaganda, tried to die multiple times because of this, and now has terrible nihilism, has difficulty revealing his true emotions, or even fighting for what he wants.

Sariel used to have the innocent freedom of an animal and it was entering society and learning human emotions that shackled him and gave him so much guilt through responsibility that he ended up with extreme depression and tried to kill himself countless times.

Osborn's freedom started off as a curse, because he was on the brink of self-destruction without anyone to care about him and bind him to this world, but then it became a hard-won treasure after he conquered his inner demons.

Jesse craved the freedom to be himself so hard his impetus to be an actor was because he could dissociate. he echoes Lu Jinghe's themes because he also shoulders a great responsibility that he's willing to bear.

Charlie's freedom themes also echo Lu Jinghe's but worse because he's like a caged bird with his possessive father that wants to groom him to be the perfect son. but Charlie has also struggled over questions about his personhood.

anyway, this happens a lot in light and night where the men can all tackle a theme from a different angle because of their different backgrounds and it makes them feel very real. we all deal with and experience the question of what it is to be a person.

every time main chapters release, another facet of the men gets revealed in unexpected ways. i feel like i'm constantly getting to know the men deeper and deeper, and it's not just random facts about them, but rather the extent of their experiences that shaped them to be who they are now.

#answered asks #light and night #光与夜之恋

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CC imagine the bros with those horrible masks outside your window at night 💀 I would be horrified tbh I think some of them look more like horror game characters than otome

Whyyyy would you do this to me?? 😭

I would lose my shit if I saw one of those masked fools outside my window at night. I seem to have misplaced the baseball bat I normally keep under my bed, but you can be sure that I will find something else to pummel them with. I’d probably just start chucking things at them in sheer terror.

That’s assuming they showed up like outside my house in the human world of course. If they were normal other than the outfits, then I would calm down and let them in but only after they took off the masks.

But if they were in horror mode because I agree that they look like that - I was like what is this a Halloween event?? So if they showed up in those masks and were acting like horror characters, that’d be it for me. I would be dead. Either I’m dying of fright or one of them would succeed in killing me. Just let Beel eat me. Then at least my death will feel worth something lol.

Perhaps generic MC can just take all of that in stride. Freaky masks that black out the eyes showing up at a window? No biggie, they’ve seen worse.

Not me. If I survived, I’d be sleeping with the lights on for months 😭

#seriously if they just gave them normal masks #this could all be avoided #nightmare fuel right here #obey me #avatar0fpr1de #cc mutuals #misc answers

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aquagirl1978 · 2 years

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I hope you are doing well:). I'm not brave enough to ask using my username but I'd love it if you could do Shingen and prompt number 26?. If you end up doing it then thank you

Thank you brave anon for this request, hope you enjoy!

Radiant - Shingen Takeda x Reader (Ikemen Sengoku)

A/N: Part of my 2022 Kinktober event

Pairing: Shingen Takeda x Reader

Prompt: pregnancy

Tags: NSFW; Minors - DNI; pregnancy; vaginal penetration; dirty talk

"Stop looking at me like that," A pink blush colored your cheeks as you looked away; he was staring at you like you were a tray of sweets. And your man, he loved his sweets.

"I'm sorry, princess." He approached you, his footsteps booming in the otherwise quiet room. He ran his palms down your shoulders, pulling down your night clothes. "But you look positively radiant tonight. Brighter than the biggest diamond. I just can't help myself; I can't help but stare at the beauty before me."

Sighing, you resigned yourself, and looked up at Shingen. His eyes, dark with desire, were also filled with the sweetest, most genuine love for you. He adored you, and you adored him.

He began to tug at the cloth covering your body, wishing to see you bare. As the fabric slipped away, a sly smile spread on his lips. "That's what I wanted to see," he whispered, his words just for you.

His gaze tracked down along your body, lingering on the swell of your pregnant belly. Only a few months along, your body had already begun to change. At first, you were shy to show your new body, but Shingen assured you he loved you this way. Perhaps even preferred you this way.

His large hands caressed your belly, his calloused palms rough against your smooth skin. His smile turned soft, pleased even, as he looked into your eyes. "We did this." Pride filled your heart as you smiled back at him - we did this.

He lifted you in his arms as if you were light as a feather; his strong arms holding you close to his chest as he brought you to the futon. Laying you down gently, he laid next to you, his arms pulling you close, your back tight against his chest.

His hands rested upon your belly, his lips hot against your neck, leaving biting kisses. "You have never looked more beautiful."

He pressed his lean body against yours, his heat radiating to yours. He rolled his hips against yours, his stiffness felt between your thighs. Twining your fingers with his, you enjoyed his touch on your belly, not wanting it to go.

A soft moan escaped from your lips as you rocked your body against his, spreading your thighs, granting him access to your entrance. He rubbed his cock against you, spreading your arousal along his tip. Crying out his name, he began to push inside you, his movement slow and sensual; the stretch filled you with a pleasurable pain that left you wanting more.

Your bodies moved together in sync, as if this was a dance you've performed hundreds of times before. His hands slid down your body, his fingers teasing your clit, knowing exactly how to coax the most delicious moans from your lips.

Teetering on the edge, his hands firm on your hips, his fingers digging into your skin as he thrusted deep inside. "If you weren't already with my child, you would be tonight," he whispered in your ear, his words enough to send you spiraling, your body losing control as he spilled his seed inside you.

He held you close to his chest, to his heart, as you both came down from your shared euphoria, his hand warm on your belly, as you drifted off to sleep, a sweet smile adorning your face.

Tagging: @violettduchess @alixennial @rhodolitesrose @redheadkittys @atelieredux @lordsisterxotome @kissmetwicekissmedeadly @chaosangel767 @kpop-and-otome @kisara-16 @lucyw260 @bellerose-arcana

#dark desires #kinktober 2022 #ikemen series #ikemen sengoku #ikesen #shingen takeda #ikesen shingen #ikemen shingen #ikemen fanfic #ikesen fanfic #otome #otome games

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taeyamayang · 1 year

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HOME / CHARACTER DETAILS

♡ click "HOME" to see details of this otome-style interactive fiction

♡ poll is located below the chapter

♡ additional information/details are indicated below

taglist: @thechaosoflonging @alienvarmint @phoenix666stuff

a/n: i'd like to take this opportunity to thank miri, @shut-up-you-guys-are-12 , for being my beta reader! you signed yourself up for hell (aka my messy drafts) but i'm very grateful for the help. as selfish as it may sound, i am glad you're with me on this ♡ sooo readers *wiggles eyebrows* before you begin everybody say THANK YOU MIRI!!

anddd without further ado, let's go.

NEW BEGINNINGS

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It could be that you’re still half asleep that you’re seeing peculiar things, or perhaps drinking too much chocolate milk last night has caused you to derail your thoughts (does cocoa even affect cognitive thinking?) but whatever it may be, the relentless buzzing of your phone and friends tagging you on a video you’re all too familiar with is too hard to believe. Hence, with eyes wide akin to an owl and mouth gaping into an ‘o’ you declare to an empty room,

“Holy shit! I'm famous!”

The effect of your newfound popularity has not worn off despite the long walk to the bus station. In fact, you feel elated as though the spotlight is on you, literally and figuratively. You can hear the compliments from strangers commending your talent, their eyes glimmering with astonishment, and rounds of claps as each user hit the like and share button. Holy fucking shit this must be what celebrities feel on a daily. It is such a huge boost to your frail ego and the more you think about it, the more it becomes surreal.

And it doesn’t help when you see an old friend from a distance walking towards you and the bus station.

“Good morning.” He greets you first, and rather flatly.

“Daichi,” you call, turning your head to him in the most dramatic way, fake flipping your hair in exaggerated swoop. “Do you want my autograph?”

A light scowl plastered on his face and accompanied by a confused “Huh?” It is enough to make you snorts like an airhead, “Daichi, your dearest friend is a celebrity. I am internet famous.” As he stares at you his scowl deepens, eyes squinting as he reaches to the exposed skin on your arm to pinch.

“Ow! What d’ya do that for?!” you rub the sensitive skin as you shoot him a glare but he shrugs it off.

“To wake you up from the false reality you’re living in.”

“I am awake and I’m not making this up! I know what you’re thinking, Daichi Sawamura.” You pull out your phone as indignation takes over you.

The bus arrives in the midst of you searching for the video on the social media platform. Consumed as you are by your phone, Dachi acts as the guide and eyes for the both of you. He places a hand on the small of your back and leads you inside the bus, scrolling through hundreds of notifications to fetch the said video. He guides you by saying “watch out for the stairs” when climbing up the entryway of the bus and “take the window seat” when he finds an empty booth for the both of you. Once settled in your seats, you shove the video at your friend’s face.

“Look. One hundred thousand likes for a video of me singing to a street musicians’ guitar ensemble. I wasn’t aware someone was taking a video until it found its way to me when my friends keep tagging me in it.”

Daichi watches the video, taking your phone from your grasp as a grin gradually crept up his face. He listens to your voice intentlyㅡa sound he grew fond of over the years. In the video, when you reach the chorus of the song, Daichi could see you loosen up. It was evident that you were enjoying the music as your body unconsciously swayed to the soothing tune from the guitar ensemble. He sees the performer in you that you’re wary of showing. You belong to the stage and Daichi has always been your number one supporter. He felt the urge to tease you about the video, but the feeling of pride overrules it.

“You see, I was right all along. You do belong on stage. I’m very proud of you, (y/n).” It would've been much easier on your heart if Daichi teased you. You’re weak for him. You know that every compliment that comes out from him is laced with sincerity. Of all the people you know, Daichi is the only person who truly understands your struggles of being mute under the pressure of anxiety. The itch on your throat. The begging of your voice box to sing, but your mind telling you don't. You couldn’t perform under watchful gazes because you’re too afraid, too worried about mistakes.

“Don’t look at me like that.” You turn to look at the window to blink away the tears beginning to pool on your lash line. Achievement is sweet but it tastes even better when you have someone close to you to celebrate it. You’re more than grateful to have your best friend with you. You sit in companionable silence for a couple of minutes until Daichi decides to break it.

“Have you decided on an extracurricular?”

“I'm already a member of the Anthropological Society,” you murmur, holding your chin on your palm as you look through the window.

“You’re required to join your course’ club. (Y/n), you know what I mean.” Is we already back to sassy Daichi that makes you want to put him in a chokehold everytime he nags? God, it has only been a couple of minutes but you miss supportive Daichi.

When you turn to meet his eyes, you see exactly the face you had imagined; Eyelids are drawn downwards, lips pursed, and the tiny dent on his face, which you love to call a dimple forehead, appears between his eyebrows whenever he’s either in a deep thought or nagging you about something important (as he claims it to be) just like the situation at hand.

It would have been easier if you excelled in a single field, and didn't end up mediocre in just about anything you tried. You aren’t like Daichi who, even in the early years of adolescence, showed great aptitude for swimming. He’s an athlete whom everyone expected to be part of the national team when he entered a University which he was able to pull off. Upon graduation from high school, coaches from different Universities across the country tried sweet-talking the oh-so-famous swimmer from Miyagi into a winning contract until he finally settled on Tokyo University.

“I don’t know, Dai. I haven’t given it much thought yet.” A heavy sigh rolls out from your parted lips. You rest your head on his shoulder as though the pressure has caught up to you. Daichi drops the topic and lets you off the hook. (Well, for now).

Soon the bus comes to a halt and you’re tailing behind your best friend as you both make your way to the entrance of the University. Upon reaching the intersection which separates your college from his, you bid him a farewell.

“Hey! During lunch, let's eat together. Tell your fans I have you reserved.” He jokes as he waves at you.

“All yours.” He chuckles when you shoot him with finger guns.

Walking forward as you look over your shoulders and converse with someone backing away from you is not the best way to trudge through a crowded hallway. You’re reminded of that when you accidentally hit someone shoulder-to-shoulder. Well… not really. You aren’t sure if it's their shoulder because the next thing you see is a bowed head with dark strands falling at the side of his face making it difficult for you to see their face.

“Sorry, I wasn’t looking.” As an apology, you picked up a pen that had fallen from the books stacked in his arms. The boy is extremely jittery, shifting all books to one arm as his free hand pushes the black rim of his glasses back to the top of his nose. His shaky fingers rake his hair up clumsily whilst giving the fringe over his eye careful taps as if worried he’d ruin his hairstyleㅡquite an odd one if you would describe it.

“N-no, it’s, uh, fine. Yeah, it’s fine. No worries.” He stumbles in his words. He glances at you quickly, as if afraid that your eyes would burn holes through his skull and hurriedly shuffles his way in the opposite direction. He was quick on his feet and the next thing you know you’ve lost him in the sea of students in the morning rush.

Meandering your way to your classroom with your mind clouded with endless possibilities of joining clubs or any extracurricular activity that will give color to your resume hinders you from noticing strangers, two of them to be exact, gawking at you. They’re leaning their back on the wall adjacent to the door of your room.

The slightly taller boy nudged the other in an obvious (not to you) way when you walked past them, and said boy sadly does not know how to whisper.

“Rintarou’s connections are on point! That’s them, right?” The other shushes him, warning him to tone down his voice. The loud one tilts his head to the side, confused. “But isn’t getting their attention the entire point of this?”

He did have a point.

“Why do I have to fucking do this-” The slightly shorter boy with style worth turning heads mutters under his breath. Not to mention the metal pierced through his right brow and the inked art behind and below the shell of his ear. He curses as he watches you place a bag down on one of the tables connected in an L-shape before helping yourself to a seat.

“Because it’s your idea.” He buoyantly states matter of factly. His already-arched eyebrow shoots up at the same time drawing a corner of his lip. “It isn’t that hard when you come to think about it. You’ll just have to ask. Simple.”

“If it's that simple then why don’t you do it, Bo?”

“We swore in front of the source of my musical prowess; the cymbal, the drumsticks, the empty mic stand, and the god of music. Whoever goes against their promise will be guaranteed bad luck on the next performances.” Bo paused to look at his friend in a rather dramatic and comical way. “Do you want that for yourself?” He speaks in a ominous tone as though it did the job.

“Whoever made that up is a total dumbass.” His spiteful remark earns a muttered “ouch” from Bo.

After a moment or two, the taller finally drags out an impatient sigh. He declares, “Alright, I’ll help you out because it seems like a certain Miya has lost his edge.”

Before the blonde could say anything else, he was already being pulled inside a classroom he has never set a foot in. His friend leads him to the person they have been eyeing since they arrived.

As if your morning could get even weirder like the viral video from this morning, two dudes with a hand connected to the other’s wrist stand before you. They both didn't say anything when you turned to look at them but eventually, the boy holding the other in place clears his throat and flashes you a beam worth remembering. His intimidating auraㅡthe black streaks on his gelled up hair and the silver piercing adorning his lips coupled with a pair of bold brows and a pair of stunning round flaxen eyes exudes his amiableness.

“Hi.” He begins, never letting go of his companion’s arm. “I am Bokuto Koutarou and my friend over here, Miya Atsumu, has something to say.” He nudges his friend using his elbow and whisper-shouts “There I made my intro. Now, your turn!”

“Shut it, Bo.” Atsumu wriggles his arm from Bokuto’s grip. His Adam's apple bobs as he displays an expression between unfeeling and constipated. He purses his lips. “This might sound sudden but we want you to sing.”

Baffled with his request, you look around the room before gazing at the blonde with a concerned face. “Like, right now?!”

“No, not now. We, uhm…damn it.” Atsumu sucks in the air, closing his eyes briefly as though to keep himself calm. After which, he continues. “Bokuto and I and the other two members of our band, The Labyrinths, found your viral video and I think your voice range and style fit our band’s style. So, we’re thinking maybe you would like to consider joining our band as a vocalist.”

Seeing your attention hooked on their offer, the rest of Atsumu’s nerves finally wear off, and the blonde continues explaining. “Try a song or two with our band. You can back out anytime but to tell you the truth…,” he rounds his shoulder, anchoring a hand on his hips. “...we don't usually recruit members this way. Consider yourself special.”

You stare at Atsumu, and your clouded thoughts turn hazy. You don’t know how to respond to him. Do you want to give it a try or do you want to play it safe? Atsumu is well aware that you’re interested, (it's written all over your face) and decides to take his game up a notch, classic Miya style.

“So,” Atsumu utters in a low tone, mouth stretching into a brazen smile. “Would you like to join us?”

well, well, well, it's time to decide! butt before we do that allow me to explain a few things. below is the love meter. as you can see there are white hearts next to the characters' names. one after the other, the white hearts will turn into red hearts if you made a choice that lead to developing a closer romatic tie with the character. so if you want y/n to end up with a character let's say, Daichi, the goal is to have 5 red hearts and it should be consistent over time.

LOVE METER:

♡ Sawamura Daichi: 🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍

♡ Atsumu Miya: 🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍

♡ Kuroo Tetsurou: 🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍

♡ Tsukishima Kei: 🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍

♡ ?: 🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍

now that's settled. here is the poll!

tumblr cannot handle a heavy post. it wouldnt let me include it here :(

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flash-exchange · 2 years

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However sunny the day, the night still shuns away all natural light. When it comes to nights, there is a certain peculiar one, its shadows carrying the scent of smoke. It’s voracious, wildly greedy of any sparks and flickers it could consume. Light the lantern, like your ancestors. Perhaps it will keep you safe? Or, perhaps… You too will venture out to survey the darkness? Let’s meet at the Fair. You will find the way.

Ikemen Flash Exchange returns – spookier than ever!

Hello there, dear friends!

The time has come! Please, allow us to invite you to join us for the 4th round of the Ikemen Flash Exchange. This time, we intend to take you out on a stroll through a certain peculiar fair. We hope to have plenty fun together!

What is IFE?

IFE is a small fandom project during which we get together to exchange works. Our point is for the making to be just as fun as receiving and gifting.

We welcome new creators, even those of you who have never made anything but wish to try their hand at it, as well as seasoned fandom veterans! :) We’re sure each of you will be able to find something to enjoy in our Exchange.

Who can join?

Age: 13+ Fandom: IkeSen / IkeVamp / IkePri* Must have a discord account.

That’s right! Starting this edition, we’ve decided to add Ikemen Prince to the roster! You must be a member of at least one of the above fandoms to join. However, we don’t exclude the possibility of other otome fandoms appearing.

* – we can only accommodate for characters who have been present in the ENG versions of the games, be it through placement in an event, having a story sale, or having a route

Why do I need a discord account?

You need a discord account to join our server and find your giftee. We do not assign giftees to each person separately.

Instead, participants are separated into groups. All groups receive a list of “victims”. Each of your group members has to select one person they will be gifting something to. (After you’ve completed the work for your original “victim” of choice, you can select another person).

Groups also open up the possibility for brainstorming ideas, reaching out for help, or getting feedback on your work.

What are work requirements & deadline?

writers: 450-650 (+/- 50 words)

artists: anything that would count as lower effort than your usual work; colour is okay

visual creators: 3 x square format moodboards / simple wallpapers that rely on square format = one entry 2 x moodboards with overlapping elements/collage-like works = one entry

must be SFW

IFE is inspired by flash fiction. We don’t aim for long, drawn-out projects. However! We do want for Halloween magic to thrive :) As such, just for this edition, we have decided to remove the maximum amount of works one can submit!

The deadline is one month. We will set off sometime during the first week of October, all the details will be available in our discord server :)

How to join?

Ask for an invite link to our server. :) You must be off anon. Then, follow the steps written specified in #announcements channel.

We’ll be waiting for you! >:3

Got any further questions? Make sure to check out our handy FAQ! If your answer isn’t there, don’t hesitate to shoot us an ask!

Boosting would be appreciated! 🙏

#ikesen #ikemen sengoku #ikevamp #ikevam #ikemen vampire #ikepri #ikemen prince #ikemen series

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ikemenfangirl · 2 years

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Otome Game upcoming in this year ( Smartphones / Steam )

Title: Yukar From The Abyss ( 深淵のユカラ )

By: LocaGames

Language: English, Japanese

Platform: iOS, Android and Steam

Genre: Fantasy Otome Game

Twitter: https://twitter.com/locagames_en

A fantasy otome game based on the myths and legends of Hokkaido, Japan.

Planned Release: the end of 2022

■ PC & MOBILE

STEAM: https://store.steampowered.com/app/2070220/Yukar_From_The_Abyss/

iOS and Android : upcoming

■ STORY

Protagonist decides to slow down and move to Hokkaido for a fresh start.

One night, on the train home from meeting up with her friends, she dozes off and realizes she has missed her stop.

Panicked, she gets off the train and finds herself at an unfamiliar station called Kamuy Mosir.

Seeking help she walks toward some nearby lights, where she sees a group of people dressed in unfamiliar costumes having a party.

Without warning, she is chased by the group and is captured by a young man.

Her captor tells her that she is dead, and he will take her to the underworld, the land of the dead.

Still being pursued by other mysterious beings, protagonist unexpectedly opens the door to the world of the Gods, where she must overcome fierce trials, explore the mysterious new world, and perhaps even discover what happens to forbidden love with the Gods..

■ CHARACTER

Protagonist

Pewrep - The brave young leader

Kyril Sasayama - CEO of far east Trading

Li Huaisu - God of the wetlands

Kickstarter: https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/locagames/yukar-from-the-abyss-otome-visual-novel

#otome game #乙女ゲーム #mobile game #otome #โอโตเมะเกม

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otonymous · 3 years

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Good In Bed: A Tears of Themis Pick-A-Card Tarot Reading (NSFW)

Dim the lights, light some candles, slip into those sexy vibes with your favourite Bump N’ Grind playlist cus it’s about to get hot and heavy in this headspace 🔥🥵

That’s right.

In today’s (inaugural!) Pick-A-Card reading from yours truly, we will be harnessing the power of our favourite otome characters and the tarot in order to glean the sexual proclivities and personalities of our future love partner! And the best part? You don’t even have to know anything about the Tears of Themis fandom in order to participate!

This idea came to me in the dead of night and just wouldn't leave me alone so here we are! Please feel free to let me know in the comments below if you enjoyed this and would be interested in seeing similar content in the future!

Before we begin, here are just a few things to note: 👀

ABSOLUTELY NO MINORS PLEASE AND THANK YOU!!

These readings are timeless. You are meant to see them right now, as you are, wherever you are (unless you are driving or operating heavy machinery or operating on someone else. If that’s the case, please kindly put down your phone. Like a good lover, this reading is willing to wait 😂) 💌

Legal disclaimer: these readings are made solely for entertainment purposes! As such, use them for fun and fun alone! 🤩💕

While tarot cards definitely have their own “standard” meanings/definitions, I also like to infuse a healthy dose of my own intuition when it comes to reading them in order to develop a coherent message! Moreover, because these are general readings, not everything will resonate with everyone. Please exercise your own discretion and intuition - pick what works for you and disregard everything else!

With that being said, let's get into the reading by first taking a moment to take a few deep breaths to find a sense of calm. Take a look at the pictures and (as hard as this may be) try not to be swayed solely by the pic of your favourite guy 😂 Maybe there's something in the colours that draws your eye, or perhaps the expression on his face reminds you of someone you know, or makes you feel some sort of way. Once you make your selection, feel free to scroll down to the reading for your pile of choice!

I hope you all enjoy this! - XOXO, Otonny 😘

Potential trigger warnings: profanity, slight mentions of dominant behaviour, BDSM, roleplaying, outdoor sex, dirty talking, life struggles

Decks used:

The Rider-Waite Tarot Deck (Pocket Edition)

Secret Garden Deck (by Jessica Le)

👇🏼(READINGS UNDER THE CUT!) 👇🏼

The Luke Pile:

(Tarot cards from left to right: 7 of Wands, 6 of Wands, 3 of Wands, Strength, 10 of Cups)

To my dear readers who have chosen the Luke pile:

WOW.

I feel like you’ve hit the literal passion jackpot with the next person lucky enough to win a place in your heart (and your bed LOL).

There is a ton of fiery, passionate energy in this spread as represented by the wands (aka the wooden staffs the folks are holding in the cards), which in turn represent the energy of pure passion, creativity, action, etc. Think of the fire signs of the zodiac: Leo, Aries, Sagittarius. Your next lover could very well have a sun sign that falls under one of these signs, or they could have lots of fiery elements elsewhere in their birth chart, especially a rising or moon sign (nb. a birth or natal chart is basically like a map of where the sun, moon and planets were in the skies above you at the moment you were born). It is of especial note that the Strength card (VIII) of the Major Arcana was drawn in this reading, which in itself is representative of the Leo zodiac sign — one known for exhibiting confidence, creativity, passion…and big hearts.

The overall picture I’m getting from this spread is one of warmth, happiness and fulfillment. The abundance of the colour yellow and blue is reminiscent of sunshine and blue skies (see also the “Relax” card that was pulled, which literally encourages you to “delight in powdered gold sunshine”), and as fiery as this relationship is, it is also one of intense emotional connection and happiness, as represented by the happy couple (maybe even family) frolicking beneath a rainbow in the 10 of Cups card.

Your future lover seems like they are coming equipped with that dominant energy and may very well enjoy playful antics in the bedroom, even play fighting or wrestling (as per the imagery in the 7 of Wands card). Either way, they play to win and they play for keeps as the notions of victory (6 of Wands) and conquest (3 of Wands) are always on their radar. They, like the lion in the Strength card, strive to be the king or queen of the jungle, the leader of the pack, which, when it comes to the realm of love, means that there is little they would not do to win (and keep!) your heart. Want them to fuck you like its their job and go all night without stopping? You got it. Just remember to follow the advice of the “Self-Care” card and “tend to your garden” the morning after — the garden here being your sore privates and inner thighs (tmi? LOL)

This person is a beast in the bedroom, and nothing gets this big cat purring as when the two of you can just chill and relax, truly basking in the tender sunshine of each other’s presence.

Dear reader, just know that you, too, will feel like you’ve literally won a prize and found the gold at the end of your own proverbial rainbow when this person comes into your life. You’ll feel it in your heart as surely as the sun warms our skin on bright summer days.

The Artem Pile:

(Tarot cards from left to right: 4 of Cups, 9 of Cups, 7 of Cups, Ace of Swords, The World (XXI))

Welcome dear readers who have chosen the Artem pile!

Your next lover may seem a bit standoffish at first, perhaps a bit awkward, as if they haven’t had much experience in the realm of dating. They may even seem a bit oblivious to the signs and signals that others send to them, as in the case of the man depicted in the 4 of Cups card: something is being offered to them, but they either just can’t see it or they aren’t interested.

But don’t be fooled.

For as aloof as this person may appear to be in everyday life, their inner world is one that is rich and full with emotion. Like the man seen in the 9 of Cups card, they have a lot to give and offer when it comes to love. It could very well be that your next lover will be a tough nut to crack, possibly because they are too shy to make the first move, or because they are still working through issues of past hurt. But once they do, you’ll discover a beautiful, sensitive soul capable of great depths of love and romance.

In bed, this person will blow your mind with options (see the 7 of Cups card): they’ve got an entire lexicon of sexual positions at their disposal and won’t be shy about indulging in even the kinkiest of your desires. From roleplaying and costumes to bondage and submission to the realm of public sex in a variety of locations, your lover is ready to do it all with you. The sky is the limit when it comes to their sexual imagination.

Speaking of imagination, your lover is most turned on by words (see the Ace of Swords card). The suit of Swords typically deals with the mind: the realms of reason, logic and razor-sharp intelligence. They will have a way with words that will blow you away, having mastered the art of dirty talking, and they love to seduce you in this manner. Expect to receive texts from them throughout the day, casually mentioning how they can’t stop thinking about having your lips wrapped around their cock after talking about having a Cobb salad for lunch lol.

Best believe with this sensitive and cerebral lover that they’ll be more than happy to whisper in your ear about how tight and wet you are as they drive their hips against your own. You’ll literally get your own play-by-play of the lovemaking session. Your future lover might have some airy elements in their chart (Gemini, Libra, Aquarius) or might have a very Mercury dominant chart (e.g. Virgo or Gemini rising).

“Retreat” is necessary for “Self-Care” when it comes to your lover, and they will truly relish the moments when the two of you can just sit and be with each other, perhaps each doing their own thing but in the same room at the same time. Whether they show it or not, they pick up on a lot of things like the moods of those around them, and they need a way to process it. So they really need these moments of peace and quiet just to think and recharge their own batteries, so to speak. Silence for your lover, dear reader, is just as important as the words they love to revel in once they become completely comfortable in your presence.

All in all, dear reader, you will feel like you have the world with this lover in your life (see the World card (XXI)). They, themselves, have such a rich inner life that is so incredibly special they don’t share it lightly, with just anybody. But once you gain access to their secret garden, you will find an exciting lover who isn’t afraid to experiment and is more than capable of recounting your own erotic love story back to you in juicy, explicit detail.

The Marius Pile:

(Tarot cards from left to right: Ace of Wands, 5 of Cups, The Hierophant (V), 6 of Pentacles, 3 of Wands)

Welcome dear readers who have chosen the Marius pile!

Sex with your future lover will legitimately feel like a spiritual experience, one that transcends mere physical lust or superficial feelings of love to reach deep into the psyche for much needed healing.

Your future lover innately has a very fiery, passionate, go-getter type energy (Ace of Wands), but something has happened in their lives to obscure that sunshine in their hearts. When you first meet them, they may be in the midst of going through some hard times; trials and tribulations that are making it difficult for them to see past the clouds (the man in the 5 of Cups card is cloaked in black and the skies are grey. He faces the three cups that have spilt while remaining seemingly oblivious to the two cups that haven’t that are just behind him.)

When they meet you, however, it will be as if there is an awakening. You will help them see that life is not all about sorrow and struggle, and that hope exists even during the darkest hours. In short, you will help them keep the faith in whatever they believed in before, perhaps via the structure and/or security that your love brings (the Hierophant).

And like the man giving alms to the less fortunate in the 6 of Pentacles card, your lover will see you in very much the same way: someone who has something of immense value to share, perhaps encouragement and moral support.

And so, gradually, the grey skies will recede to produce that burst of sunshine again, as seen in bright yellow background of the 3 of Wands card. Your future lover, with your love and support, will feel free to take on the world again. They will look out onto what seems at first glance to be a very barren landscape and see opportunity and adventure, as opposed to a lifeless desert, as they might have before. Their mindset has been completely transformed.

As mentioned previously, because of the deeply emotional connection between you and this person, sex with them is rarely ever just about satisfying an animalistic desire, though your lover is definitely passionate with that Ace of Wands energy. They are mindful throughout the entire act, “being present” throughout it all. They truly enjoy the entire process of lovemaking and wouldn’t ever skimp on foreplay or aftercare. Think of them going down on you for hours, their hands tenderly intertwined with yours as they do. Moreover, I would not be surprised if tantric sex was on the radar with this person.

And as with the word “Wildflower,” you’ll find that your future lover is most definitely that: someone who may be a bit wild in bed and eager to experiment, especially with having sex in unconventional places in the great outdoors. I’m definitely sensing some sagittarius vibes here.

The Vyn Pile:

(Tarot cards from left to right: 2 of Swords, 6 of Swords, King of Cups, King of Wands, 10 of Cups)

Welcome to my dear readers who have chosen the Vyn pile!

Your future lover will have a deeply healing energy, and your relationship could almost feel as if it is kismet, like you were meant to meet them in this lifetime (if you believe in reincarnation) because they are here to impart some important lessons to you, and not in a bad way either.

At the time of your first meeting, you might be going through a period in your life where you’ve been feeling blocked in some way, shape or form; struggling with indecision or an inability to see the way out of some situation you find troubling. You might not even be interested in starting a relationship because you’re so caught up in dealing with your own issues (take a look at the closed-off stance of the woman depicted in the 2 of Swords; she is blindfolded and very much on guard).

That is where your future lover will come in, acting very much like the boatman in the 6 of Swords card to take you from one shore to another, showing you the way or leading you away from stormy waters to much calmer ones (look at the appearance of the sea on either side of the boat). The 6 of Swords typically appears in a reading to signify the act of moving on from something, as confirmed by the “Move” card that was also pulled in this reading.

With both the King of Cups and King of Wands showing up in the same reading, your future lover will have an energy that is quite undeniable, perhaps an aura that immediately draws the notice of all eyes in the room the moment they step into it. The King of Cups imparts great depth of emotion and the ability to navigate its waters. The King of Wands, on the other hand, possesses that fiery energy that serves as the spark of creation, igniting engines to get things done. Taken together, it means that when your lover speaks, people will listen, and you are no exception. Not only are they charismatic to the core, they are also measured and wise — having them on your team is a giant boon.

As hinted at by the “Generosity” card that was pulled, your future lover will be incredibly generous with their time, feelings and energy when it comes to you, my dear readers. They shoot straight from the heart and are not interested in the least in playing games when it comes to love; you can be clear of their intentions right from the start. They will have absolutely no qualms about proclaiming you as the royal partner of their kingdom. In fact, there is nothing they want more than to give you a life straight out of a fairytale, replete with a happily ever after ending (see the 10 of Cups card).

In bed, your lover knows what they are doing. Like the kings, they are confident in who they are. They may be a bit older than you and perhaps more experienced, but they are also wise enough to know that humility is the way to go in the bedroom: there is no one-size-fits-all approach when it comes to love making. With the King of Cups energy, they will be patient when it comes to discovering every inch of your body and finding out just the right ways to touch you to make you scream with pleasure (which will definitely please the dramatics craved by the King of Wands). And with the energy represented by the King of Wands, you can be sure that sex will never be boring. Your partner is a literal fountain of creativity; be prepared to engage in some roleplaying replete with detailed costumes and scripts (how do you feel about being filmed, btw? 😂). This lover might have a birth chart that’s well balanced with both water (Scorpio, Pisces, Cancer) and fire elements (Leo, Sagittarius, Aries).

Thank you all so much for participating in my first ever Pick-A-Card tarot reading! I hope you all enjoyed it! Please feel free to let me know your thoughts and feelings in the comments below! 💕Looking forward to hearing from you, and hope you all stay happy, healthy and safe until next time!

- XOXO, Otonny 🥰

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henry-and-the-seven-lords · 3 years

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Hello @gluttonousfruit you are in fact my first request. (I did not forget about you in moving my blog.) I am super excited to have anyone ask me to write something! Also I would love to be friends! Feel free to message me through asks or in private DMs! I hope you enjoy the imagine!

Warnings: Fluff with a small amount of angst because Levi doubts himself 😞

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Levi with an Animator S/O

"Okay MC, I know we just finished 'Swimming Only Leads to Hot Mermaids,' but I was thinking since we are already watching otomes, we should watch another series that everyone is recommending online!" Levi says this as he begins to pull out one DVD and place in another while bouncing on the balls of his feet like an excited puppy.

"I guess I could watch one more series, but it better be a good one. Sure the mermaids were attractive, but there wasn't much of a plot." MC says with a yawn. A quick look over to the clock, and it reads 11:48 PM in a blinding blue light. Not too late for one of Levi's normal bingefests, but a little too late for MC when they have classes tomorrow.

"No, I promise this one is good. Everyone is talking about the art style. They say it is so original that it's captivating." Levi walks to the small futon briskly and plops himself down next to MC as he continues to ramble about the art. His voice slowly trails off as the opening begins to play.

As the music fills MC's ears, they perk up and a small smile appears on their face. "Levi, could this perhaps be, 'I Went to Hell For a Weekend and Got Stuck in a Love Heptagon with Seven Incubi'?"

Levi faces MC in shock. The look on their face is quite smug. (In all seriousness, it reminds Levi of Mammon when he wins poker, but he doesn't want to be think about his brother while looking at MC. So he pushes that thought away.) This anime came out only the day before their bingefest. And even then, Levi had this copy pre-ordered for this very occasion and it arrived before any stores were selling physical copies. There is no way a normie like MC could have heard about its release. Does this mean MC isn't such a normie after all?

"You heard of this show already?" The surprise in his voice was impossible to hide.

"Yeah, I have heard of it." MC smiles and chuckles quietly, "I have never actually seen it, but I have heard the opening quite a few times."

"Oh..." Levi sighs. He was so stupid. Of course MC had heard the opening. It is all over his Devilgram and they were on their phone for part of the last show, so they obviously just heard it on there. Levi deflates looking solemn. It was just a pipe dream that MC would ever be interested in his yucky otaku interests.

"Hey! There is no reason to be all sad just because I know the name of the show. I still haven't seen the whole thing. My first time watching will still be with you Levi, isn't that special enough?" The smile on MC's face seemed sincere enough, but the words that came out of their mouth made blood rush up to Levi's cheeks. Their first... did they really mean to say it like that?...

As thoughts begin to flood Leviathan's head the show began. It was true the art style was captivating. So captivating in fact, that he forgot about his embarrassment. But MC's words still lingered in his mind as he watched the show.

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"Well, I am dead tired." MC stands cracking their aching joints as they look at the clock. 2:37 AM. It was that late already? "I think I need to head to bed Levi. I have classes in the morning and I need at least a few hours of sleep."

"Are you sure?" Levi was just starting to enjoy MC's presence. At the beginning of the night, he was on edge trying to make everything perfect. Levi did want to mess up by being a yucky Otaku and give them a reason to leave him all alone. But as the night progressed, (and more snacks were consumed) he felt increasingly more comfortable with sharing his favorite shows with MC. "I have other shows we could watch to pass the time, or we could play this new game I got-"

MC walks over to Levi and gently sets their hands on his shoulders, "Games and anime are great, but what I need right now is sleep." MC watched as Levi's face filled with a blush and his eyes flashed with hurt. "I am not leaving because I am mad... or sad... or anything really. I just need to sleep, Leviathan." Their voice was barely above a whisper as they said his name. How could he disagree with them when they said his name like that; all the while, looking deep into his eyes. He felt like he could explode.

As MC turns away, the demon in question then sighs mutters a quiet "okay" under his breath. "Don't worry, Levi. This isn't the last time I will watch anime with you. I promise we can do another one of these when another new anime comes out." MC begins to pick up their things. A blanket they brought with them to keep warm in Levi's cold room and the rest of their human snacks. "Besides, I really liked that one, and I have heard they are already making season two." As they speak, MC makes their way across the room to the gigantic tank.

"Wait. How do you-"

"Good night Henry. Good night Levi." And with that, MC leaves. Closing the door behind them.

How did MC know about a second season? Even he, the Great Otaku Levi, has not heard about a season two on any forums or on any other website... After thinking about it, Levi suspects it's probably on Devilgram like the opening was. To prove his theory, he pulls out his D.D.D. and opens up Devilgram to the 'I Went to Hell For a Weekend and Got Stuck in a Love Heptagon with Seven Incubi' page. He scrolls through their posts and finds the opening, like he predicted, but what he didn't predict was their most recent post.

"This show would not have been possible without MC. Thank you for making such a great story and great art to go along with it!"

Levi reads the caption once, twice, thrice and is speechless. The photo for this post is none other than his MC standing with a hand drawn piece of the protagonist. He can even see their signature in the corner when he zooms in! He knew that they liked to draw, but he never thought they would make an anime.

Without thinking, Levi gets up and begins to run to MC's room. He needs to know that this isn't some sort of elaborate prank that MC and Satan brewed up to make him like a normie more.

The door to MC's room busts open, "MC!" The room is completely dark except for the light shining in through the doorway.

"Levi...? Is that you? Is something wrong?" MC's voice is soft and laced with sleep. If this were any other time, Levi would have screamed over their cuteness, but today he had a mission. He immediately marches up to the half asleep MC and promptly shoves his phone in their face.

"Did you make 'I Went to Hell For a Weekend and Got Stuck in a Love Heptagon with Seven Incubi'?" MC sits up and squints as their eyes adjust to the blinding screen and look at the post.

"Um... yeah. That's me isn't it?" Silence takes over the room, before Levi begins to scream.

"WAHHHHH! MC, why didn't you tell me!" Thankfully with the phone only being pointed at MC, they can't see the blush spreading across his face.

"Well, I didn't want you to treat me differently because I make anime." Laying back down as they speak, MC tucks a pillow under their head and looks up to where they guess Leviathan's face is. "Besides, I thought it was really cute how you were fanboying, and I didn't want you to stop because you knew you were in the presence of the creator." A small smile makes it's way on to MC's face as Levi feels his own get hotter.

Now covering his face, Levi quickly makes his way to the door while muttering, "You can't just say things like that..." As he begins to close the door, he pauses and opens it up again while looking back, "Can you tell me more about your show tomorrow, MC?" His voice sounds small compared to his previous scream.

"Of course Levi. We can talk for as long as you like."

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yandere-sins · 3 years

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Characters: Yandere!Shinsou Hitoshi x Fem!Reader Warnings: Yandere, Non-con, Lemon, Biting, Rough Handling, Manipulation, Obsessive behavior, Future!AU Words: 5901

Locking his office’s door, Shinsou gave it a precautious pull to check that the important documents were kept safe inside. Luckily, he never had problems like the other heroes - Bakugou and Midoriya especially - where spies would come and try to steal his business information. He was just a good hero, not a superhero. Good. But his firm was going well enough to have some reliable heroes working under him, and that was enough for Shinsou.

Putting on his coat, he made his way down the long corridor to the elevator. His secretary had made sure to lock up before leaving earlier that evening, Shinsou supposedly the only one late, so he was left in the dark with only the dim emergency lights shining his way. It had gotten pretty late, quarter after eleven, but he was glad he got to go home at all that day rather than sleep on the office couch again. A nice, hot shower and a barely used bed were expecting him after all; how could he refuse these alluring offers of his own home?

Shinsou only slowed down his steps when he noticed the faint lights shining out of one of the offices located further down the hallway. Well, he was supposed to be the last, but honestly, he didn’t know who went home already and who hadn’t. Stepping to the far right so he could look ahead at the doors better, he noticed it was your office still occupied, and for a moment, he tensed, fearing the worst. What if it was a spy or robber that had broken in? You were the media representative of the company. Every statement and scandal that needed to be worked on, promotions sent out, and appearances that needed to be managed were in your hand. It could be fatal if unnecessary pieces of information came to light because someone snooped through your work.

Stepping closer on soft soles, Shinsou tried to make out sounds that would confirm his suspicions. However, it quickly became clear that it was just you by the long sigh you heaved. It had been a few days since he last saw you, always too busy to check in with everyone in his company, so Shinsou not only felt relieved but also a little happy he’d get to send you home that day. He felt his heart flutter but quickly composed himself. You worked harder than most at his company, your work never coming to an end, and as your boss, he had to stay professional even if you made his pulse race. It would be his greatest pleasure for him to send you home now, considering it was already late. That’s the least he could do for someone he was so fond of.

Without hesitation, Shinsou knocked, hearing rustling rush through your office as you stuttered, “O-One second!” in surprise, and he couldn’t help but grin hearing your voice. You had always been special to him; after all, you had been one of the first to ever join his firm when it was still in its baby shoes. You stuck with him all this time even as the company grew and more responsibilities were shoved your way, and you both grew with the challenges. Truly, if anyone, you and Shinsou were the backbone of this whole endeavor, and he was incredibly fond of your never-ceasing enthusiasm and charisma.

Not long after, he heard you walk up to the door quickly, opening it with a tired smile on your face. “Good Evening!” you greeted him, still as chipper as if it was morning, but he knew that the bags under your eyes weren’t lying about how exhausted you are. “Are you ready to go home?” he asked, looking over your shoulder to your desk and seeing the many files and papers piling up on your desk. “O-Oh, you know… Just a few more minutes, and I’ll be done.”

Shinsou couldn’t help but not believe you. ‘A few more minutes’ always meant at least one more hour, and leaving you now to go home while you had to stay late would make him feel incredibly guilty. “What are you working on? Can I help you with it?” he asked, stepping forward to get inside when you stood in his way firmly.

“Nothing, Sir! I’ll be out here in a bit and lock the door when I leave! You don’t have to worry about me.”

Odd, he thought, his brows furrowing in suspicion. “It looks like a lot, though,” he tried to persuade you, and this time, when he tried to move past you, you reluctantly gave up your stance to let him in. “It really isn’t!” you were quick to call after him, but you had probably already realized Shinsou wasn’t going to be swayed from his idea that quickly. “One of our men got into a quarrel with someone from Endeavor’s firm, and I just need to write down the public statement and be gone!”

You rushed past him, and Shinsou couldn’t stop wondering why you seemed so hectic. Setting down his bag and the coat he had taken off again already, he reached for the file on top of all the others to have a look himself. However, before he could so much as pick it up, your hand fell down onto it, and he was surprised by the strength you used to pin it beneath your palm. Finally, Shinsou looked up at you, watching as you avoided his gaze, gnawing on your lip. Something was definitely wrong.

When you first started, both you and he had been rookies at best. Everything you two did wasn’t up to par with other companies, but you two bit your tongues and accepted the whiplash you received for the ways you were doing things. All this made you both stronger, and before long, you wouldn’t go out to have drinks anymore every night, becoming more serious and working even harder. Yes, the work changed you two, but he thought it was simply the way of growing up. However, right now, your behavior was childish at best. He was just offering help. Shinsou trusted you more than himself, but the way you acted gave him a bad feeling.

“[Name],” he said gently, trying to soothe the tension coming from you. “Show me what you’re working on, I will help you with it, and we can wrap it up and go home. You look like you could use the sleep.”

He’d be the bigger person. Shinsou realized that all these responsibilities had always just been on your shoulders. Perhaps he should have hired someone to take some of the workloads off of you. Maybe that’s why it was so hard to accept help now? You might feel like you weren’t good enough if you couldn’t keep up with it. He made a mental note to look into hiring a helping hand for you the next day.

Finally, you looked up at him, almost as if tears were going to shoot into your eyes. You sighed, shoulders slumping and your hand slowly sliding off the top of the file, only to grab your own arm and hugging yourself. Something was very wrong; that’s what Shinsou’s gut told him. Very, very wrong.

Opening up the file, he skipped through the sentences, trying to remember what incident it was with only a few keywords. Even if it wasn’t his main priority work, he knew about difficulties that the heroes of the agency had, nonetheless because he was the one to reprimand them and make decisions over further actions. But his brows kept furrowing as he began to read the sentences properly, realizing that what he held in his hands wasn’t a press statement about a work-related incident at all. This was a big promotion for a hero, and that hero wasn’t Shinsou.

His mouth opened, surprised, taken aback by his findings. It was hard to piece together why exactly he was holding a piece of your work, but it wasn’t for his agency at all. Immediately, a hundred little devils peaked up inside of him, giving him all kinds of bad ideas. He didn’t want to believe them, especially when they spoke about betrayal from you so much, but Shinsou’s eyes searched for yours helplessly as he kept on coming up with more bizarre explanations.

“It’s… it’s not like that!” you were quick to deny it as you caught his gaze. Shinsou wished that the bad feeling he had prior to this would disappear hearing you say that, but really, it had already begun to fester inside of him. “How is it then?” he croaked, wishing you’d give him a good reason for your doings. To him, this seemed like you’d be leaving. It seemed like you were preparing to get a better gig somewhere else. Was this agency no longer good enough? Was Shinsou no longer good enough for you? After everything you two went through?

“They’re my friend! I was just helping them to get a better start with agencies! That’s why I made these promotions for them...”

Oh, he wished he could have believed that. You were convincing, but the bad spiral Shinsou already found himself on had taken over, telling him it was all a lie. “Promotions?” he mumbled, reaching for another file and another. Photos, praise - all of it in your writing and composition. Why wasn’t there even one file that would have shown him the work you did for Shinsou and his agency? Was he not worthy of receiving the same attention you put into these promotions of a hero Shinsou hadn’t even heard about?

Yes, they were a nobody. But you’d rather use your precious time and skill to promote them than Shinsou.

It was irrational, but every one of the files he picked up felt like a stab in the heart to him. It was Shinsou you were working for! He should have been the one at the receiving end of all your attention! All this time together, had it meant nothing to you? Did he mean nothing to you? Because to him, you were everything.

“I-I’m sorry!” you burst out, heaving a deep sigh. But how much could he believe your words after all this?

“I really shouldn’t have done it in the office, but here’s where all my materials and files are… It won’t happen again!” You bowed deeply to your superior, but all Shinsou could worry about was if you truly understood the graveness of the problem here.

You shouldn’t have done it at all.

You should have only worked for him, just like you always did.

The awkwardness as Shinsou didn’t reply at all hung heavy over your heads, and you did the only thing you could come up with after admitting your mistake. “Since I promise I won’t work on those anymore, let’s go home! We can talk more tomorrow, but it’s really getting late, and I know you have to come in early again…” If it had been any other colleague of his, they wouldn’t have talked to him this way. But you… you were just special, and perhaps, you knew it. You knew he couldn’t just fire and let go of you, no matter what you did or how you behaved. Was that why you thought it was okay to search for someone else to give you what you needed? Didn’t Shinsou do enough for you anymore?

Picking up some of the files to take home with you, you grabbed your coat and bag before passing by him, urging him to come to an end as well. You had a lot of freedoms with him, especially considering how he felt about you. But now, as you walked on by, he felt like you were cracking the beautiful image of you that he had in his mind. No matter how exhausting and stressful his day was, he knew coming back to you, have you laugh with him, and cheer him up would mend everything. Had you been playing with him until now? Played with his feelings so you could do whatever you wanted? Was he not enough, so you had to give your attention to other heroes now?

What should he do, now that he was on the brink of falling into this bottomless abyss you left him in?

Shinsou never wanted this to happen. Not like this, at least. God, even if he never told you, he loved you! It was his fault for not knowing better, but even if you didn’t know about his feelings either, you couldn’t just leave. No, he couldn’t let you leave like that.

“Don’t go,” he mustered to say, eerily calm even though the mixture of feelings inside of him burned brighter than flames.

“I’m sorry--?” you replied, feeling your whole body coming to an immediate halt before you even reached the door. The files plummeted to the floor, and no muscle would listen as you told them to act. You were frozen in place as if you looked into Medusa’s eyes. It was pure desperation. Shinsou would have never used his quirk on you, but this was an exception. No matter what he did, he couldn’t help himself, desperate as he was. All he wanted was to be the center of your attention, just like you were his. Days were long and dragged out, but not one passed where he wasn’t thinking about you. So maybe, if he couldn’t get what he needed from you by being good, he had to be bad instead.

“I would have given you everything,” he muttered as he turned around, slowly stepping up to you from behind. The, “But I was too scared to tell you how I felt,” stayed hidden in his throat as he approached, reaching out to you. If you could have spoken, you’d probably have screamed and cursed at him for using his quirk, and if he had let you move, you might have kicked and run. You were a feisty one; always had been. And he liked that about you too. Liked that he didn’t need to worry so much about you because you knew how to defend yourself and were strong on the inside as well as the outside. But Shinsou worried now. He worried about you, and even more so, he worried about the future you two had together.

Bringing his hand up and reaching around you, he placed it around your throat to pull you back against his chest, his other hand turning your face to the side so he could easily lean in for a kiss. Others had dreamy dates before their first kiss, and he felt sorry that he couldn’t give that to you. He felt sorry that he never told you about his feelings for you, but you just had to understand. You had to see it for yourself.

You had to realize that it was best to stay on his side. His good side, preferably.

It was a shame that he had to use his quirk on you, all your movements specified by him, even your lips moving to the rhythm of the kiss. Natural was always better, but he’d accept this for now. His hands began to roam, crossing the buttons on your blouse and returning to loosen them up. Shinsou faintly remembered dreaming about this in particularly lonely nights, the feeling of your chest heaving beneath his touch, your lips on his. This was so much better than that dream, though; much better than any expectations he had even.

The gentle shudders as he pinched your nipple, your bra pushed aside for easy access. “Fucking tease,” he mumbled, tearing himself away from the kiss to wander down to your shoulder, your blouse slowly but surely slipping off your body. “You always wore these tight shirts to show off those great tits of yours, didn’t you?”

Shinsou didn’t allow you to respond, completely satisfied by the moan you bit back. The feeling of you, the sounds you made - even if it wasn’t because you wanted him to do all of this, it felt so much better than anything Shinsou could have ever imagined. You deserved better in every way. You deserved more pay and praise for your work, and you deserved a better man to touch and ravage you. But his hand slipping beneath your skirt and into your stockings and panties, Shinsou made himself believe that he had to do for now. He loved you enough that he couldn’t ignore the shivers and gasps coming from you as he slit his fingers between your labia, happy to find the building wetness welcoming him.

“Look at me,” he moaned against your lips. “Only me.”

Oh, it was excruciating. Shinsou loved you; he loved you so much! He wanted to make you the happiest he ever could, even if he had long lost any rights to it. Everything about you should be satisfied, mind and body alike, and he so, so wished it was because of him. If only he could have been your hero rather than anyone else’s. Even he didn’t know why he ever held back on telling you his feelings and desires for you! But now you were here, and you were with him, his cock building up a noticeable bulge in his pants just from touching you.

He’d give you all that you deserved right then and there.

Oh, yes, he would. “Tell me what you want,” he whispered into your ear, rubbing against you from behind. You had the permission to speak, and yet, you hesitated or maybe didn’t realize it. When he drove his fingers into your depths, you jumped in surprise and stimulation, the words that his quirk had held back just falling from your mouth in masses.

“No--! No, stop! Please just stop it!” you piped up in a panic as if you had only now realized what he was doing with you. But this was just the start of something magical that you had yet to understand. Something only Shinsou could make you experience. “Shh, it’s alright,” Shinsou cooed gently, feeling the goosebumps erect on your skin as his voice echoed through your head, and his fingers explored deeper.

Next in line for caresses were your earlobes, his lips kissing and parting around them, small nibbles to accompany the touches inside you. Shinsou was nothing if not careful. You should have known better than to test him, but you kept nagging, enough to make him reconsider allowing you to speak. “Shinsou…” you mumbled, your voice one step away from being a sob. His name from your lips felt heavenly, but it was a disappointment to find out the reason you were calling out to him.

“Please let me go! I won’t tell anyone. We can just part ways and forget about all of this, alright?”

Disappointment and frustration spread through him like wildfire as he sighed inwardly, resting his forehead on your shoulder for a moment, thinking. “You still don’t get it,” he eventually muttered, pulling his hand from your panties and bringing it up to your lips. You may have wanted to shut your mouth tightly as his wet fingers approached it, but with them pressing up against it and with nowhere to go, you had to open up for them. Pressing them down onto your tongue, he played the muscle like a guitar, pulling and releasing it. Surely it gave you a good taste of yourself, but even more so, when he took a step back, you had no other chance but to follow, eyes widening as you were dragged back further into the room.

With one skilled strike of his arm, all of the files and papers piled up on your desk, your laptop and phone, as well as pens and personal items, met their fate of plummeting to the ground. It was a good thing that you were the last two in the agency for that day; the crashing surely wouldn’t go unnoticed if it hadn’t been just you two. “You’re staying,” he ordered, not letting any room for interpretation. “Come on, [Name].”

Patting the desk, your body, led by his quirk, knew exactly what to do, even if your insides were raging. Shinsou had tried to be nice about it, hadn’t he? But apparently, you needed more satisfying, more convincing reasons for staying if leaving was all you could think about while he was still nice to you. At least your body knew how to behave, sitting down at the edge. Shinsou could see in your eyes how much it frightened you to not be in control, but what did you have to worry about? He was in control now, so you were in good hands.

Loosening his tie, Shinsou pulled it off, brushing back his hair with a sigh. In the end, it was him who had to take matters into his hand. He had always relied on you, but that wasn’t enough anymore. It was okay, though. Even if you shivered with your whole body, he was satisfied with watching you unzip your skirt and pulling it down, stockings and panties following. It seemed like a struggle to get them off your feet with your shoes still on, but ever the gentlemen, Shinsou bent down to pull everything off one foot, kissing your shin before standing up again, your ankle in his grip.

Steading your foot on the table, Shinsou didn’t waste time with long preludes. It was his time to taste you now. Tender affection was good, but by now, he wondered if you really deserved that from him. Maybe if you had thought about his feelings in this matter, back when he allowed you to reason still, he wouldn’t have to push it onto you, but this way, he had no other chance but to take what he wanted. Roughly if needed.

Pressing his mouth between your legs, Shinsou grunted at the first taste of you, much sweeter than he had expected. Lodged against your entrance is where he could have stayed for hours, but he was quick to direct his attention to your clit, licking at it as if there was no second chance for him to ever love you like this. His tongue was a well-skilled muscle, just like any other on his body, and only got replaced by his thumb when he decided to move on. Had you ever thought about him going down on you? Did you want him to come into your office like this and take you right there, on your precious work desk? Shinsou had dreamt about it before, but had you? Had you ever craved his attention this much as well? If yes, was that the reason your mouth couldn’t hold back on its moans and gasps, your body flinching ever so often when a jolt of pleasure ran through you?

Even with him controlling everything, your reactions were so naughty, downright teasing to the man who loved you so much. He had decided now. Decided to make you his. Shinsou would never let you leave, even if you feared rather than respected him in the future. These other heroes wouldn’t make you happy either, and he just knew they were taking advantage of your great work.

“I’m the one that you want,” he mumbled, his breath tickling over your sensitive skin. “Can’t you see how much I appreciate you? Why would you ever work for someone else?”

Your response was covered by moans while you tried not to give in to the ecstasy that Shinsou spread through you. Even if you never agreed on this, both of your bodies were on fire. “No one can give you what you need better than I do.” Finally, Shinsou had set his mind on what to do. Wasn’t it better to stay with the person who loved you and took advantage of you rather than some ‘friend’ doing it? Even if you couldn’t accept him, by the end of it, you’d have to accept the fate that would bind you to him. Because Shinsou was the only one who could give you all you needed.

With his tongue out, Shinsou licked you up all the way back to your mouth, catching you in a gasp before plunging his fingers back in your cunt, this time curling and working you up into a frenzy. It had all been his imagination before, but having you cum, squeals pushing against his lips, made him realize how perfect you two were for each other. He didn’t think you were such an easy girl, cumming just from being eaten out and fingered, but here you were, bending your back and sighing into the kiss as if you just had a glimpse of heaven. It was unbearable to hold back any longer, his cock feeling like it would burst out of his pants any second now.

While you still rode the waves of pleasure, Shinsou grabbed your arm to turn you around, having your ass perk up over the table edge, perfectly positioned for him. Using his own legs to push yours out of the way, Shinsou finally freed his member from the holdback of clothes on him, giving it a few strokes for good measure. Gripping hard into the supple flesh of your butt, he pushed the cheeks out of the way, rubbing up against your slit and coating his cock in your juices. The slippery wet and the cold air on his heated body only excited him more, his tip finding the perfect spot to enter you as if you two were made for each other.

Reaching for your hair, he let the strands tangle around his fingers, pulling you back. Your body was quick to react, curving you perfectly, so he had easy access to your entrance. First, the tip pushed in, but inch for inch, the rest of his cock followed, your walls clenching and relaxing around him as he was welcomed inside of you. Hot, pulsing eagerness mixed with your wet insides created a harmonic synergy that Shinsou felt himself fall more in love with by the second.

Shinsou had enough resolve to control his lust, even though now that he was inside you, he wanted nothing more than to pound you till orgasm. But this was for you, too. And so he tempered himself, the first few pull-outs being as slow and gentle as possible with his heart running amok in his chest. Eventually, he latched onto the back of your neck, pressing down to gain even more access to your inside. You struggled with his fingers clenching around the sides of your neck, but whenever it got unbearable, he loosened up, but never enough that you could have escaped his hold, your mouth gasping for air before falling victim to yet another moan.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he noted as it became harder and harder to control himself. Shinsou felt like an animal, and you were his prey. Maybe if he’d bite you, he’d be able to control himself better and calm the ecstatic feelings inside of him. So he did, without you even realizing it until his teeth sunk into your shoulder, and his own jaw hurt, not being made to gobble up another human. But the truth was that it did help. The pain helped him to free his obsessive mind. So much so that for a moment, he regained conscience, realizing the wrongness of his doings. With his eyes wide open, he let go of your shoulder, his teeth marks embedded in your flesh. Yet, Shinsou couldn’t help but think how perfect you looked with his mark, considering giving you more as his hips continued to pound into you.

“Never leave!” he whined as he looked down at your perfect form beneath him. He felt every shudder and ever flinch in your pussy, your walls clenching and relaxing around him every time he went in and out of you. “Swear to me you won’t leave me!”

Shinsou needed to hear it from you. He needed that confirmation just like the air he was breathing. You were gasping and moaning, shivering as you felt your second orgasm build up inside of you. Right now, you simply had to think about him and him only, right? That’s why he needed you to say it! Say you wouldn’t leave for some other hero! Say you’d never look at someone else the way you were looking at Shinsou!

If only once you could tell him that you liked him as much as he did, that would have been enough for him.

There was no time for either of you to complete this conversation as Shinsou slammed into you from behind once more, deeply lodging himself inside you as hot, white semen erupted from his cock. You squealed as you felt him fill you up while he did a couple more pushes into you, instinctively knowing how to make his sperm go as deep as possible. Slumping on top of you, Shinsou buried you beneath him, your mind going blank when you reached your own limit, unable to perceive the tender kisses on your shoulder as he comforted you through your own raging orgasm. Shinsou felt on cloud seven, and he hoped you did too, though he suspected your mind to be fried by now from his quirk and two releases of pleasure.

With his quirk vanishing upon releasing the pressure that had built up inside of him, all Shinsou could think of was you, you, and more you. This was all he ever wanted, but he wished that you’d feel the same way. Rolling you back over, Shinsou cupped your cheeks in his hands, whispering, “You can’t work for anyone else, got it? Look who satisfies you. Look who made you into what you are. Do you think anyone else could make you feel like this other than me?”

Brushing his lips over yours, Shinsou was sure you weren’t in your right senses anymore, but when you stammered, “N-No…” he couldn’t help but smile, his heart warming at it. So you did understand. You did know it, after all. He gave you what you deserved. He was the only real hero for you, someone who satisfied and took control. And Shinsou earned your recognition for it. He deserved to be loved by you for it, just like he loved you.

Leaning down to your shoulder, he kissed the top of the mark left there, sighing deeply. There wasn’t a way to describe how relieved he felt that his efforts had come to fruition. As long as you realized to which side you should stick, he was more than happy; even if you two had crossed a line, you couldn’t go back over anymore. “You’re mine now, I marked you,” Shinsou mused, rubbing his lips over the teeth marks in your shoulder.

Finally, Shinsou got up, pulling out of you, white semen dripping from your pussy the moment he unclogged you. Unable to keep you on your shaking legs, you slumped to the floor, hanging on barely by your arms, leaning on the tabletop still. The room was in total chaos, but once Shinsou pulled himself together and put his cock away, his only thoughts were about you. You seemed adorable yet miserable sitting in the pool of cum and your juices. If he left you like this, he didn’t want anyone to find you the following day in case you couldn’t get up and leave on your own. Besides, Shinsou was in charge of you again since you stayed with him, wasn’t he? He had to look out for you.

“Come on,” he mumbled, helping you up and back into your clothes. Closing your blouse as the buttons came to him and zipping up your skirt after pulling your panties back on, ripping the stockings off at your foot. Surprisingly, it didn’t bother him at all, caring for you. Yes, you had always been so strong and independent, it was pretty cute that you had to rely on him now. Once done, he came up, kissing you on the cheek before gathering your coats. Shaking yours out, an idea crossed his mind.

From now on, Shinsou would always be there for you.

Seeing the trashed office, he made a decision to relocate you. “You should move into the office next to mine,” he revealed, proud of this idea. It would be so much easier to be around you if you were closer to him, and he’d be able to look out for you more. Shinsou couldn’t endure the idea that you’d go back to working for your ‘friend’ after all you two had been through. But he also couldn’t trust you anymore not to do it. With him closer, it would be easier for you to only have eyes for him as well, right?

Helping you into your coat, he took your hand as he led you out of the room, turning off the light and closing the door. It was quiet between you until you stepped into the elevator, Shinsou pressing the button for the garage. When the doors closed, your lifeless stare turned into tears, your mind overcome with all that just happened.

However, Shinsou was quicker.

Pushing you into the corner of the elevator, he closed off your lips with his, you two sharing another passionate kiss while the tears dripped off your cheeks. “You don’t have to worry about a thing,” he finally muttered as he released you. Sobs erupted from your mouth, but Shinsou merely wiped away the tears from the corners of your eyes tenderly. “You’ll see, if you stick with me, everything will be alright. You and I - we’ll be unstoppable!”

Perhaps, this wouldn’t make you happy, but Shinsou sure felt good as he finally conveyed his feelings to you. He should have said it way earlier, but now the time was as good as any. “I like you, [Name],” he confessed. “Just rely on me from now on, please only give your attention to me and no one else, okay? No other hero needs you as much as I do! Promise, and then, I’ll forgive you.”

To his surprise, you didn’t need more convincing as you uttered a quiet, exhausted, ��Okay,” in between your sobs. They stopped after just a few more tears dripping from your cheeks, almost as if he had used his quirk on you again. But no, this was reality, a promise made between you two without any influences. Shinsou kissed you again, tenderly this time, and it tasted like salt because of your tears, but it still was the most genuine affection he could gain from you. Maybe something inside of you clicked since you now knew it was useless going against him. Now that he had used his quirk on you, he wouldn’t hold back on doing it again if needed. So even if it was all just pretending that everything was fine and this terrible night never happened, the less you resisted, the easier it would be for you two, and the more Shinsou could pretend that it was love keeping you by his side.

And love was all that he wanted, even if he had to control it with all his might.

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Missing [GI Diluc/???] [P.1?]

Pairing: Diluc x Fem!Reader (Tried to keep it neutral but just in case) (Seemingly one sided)

Warnings: Cursing, angst, implied smut but no majorly graphic stuff, maybe I’ll do a continuation from a different point of view?? Ooop. This is my first genshin fic, I hope I did alright.

Did you find him-

A/N: I’m aware Genshin isn’t an otome game but uhm.. idiot brain.

“ Pʟᴇᴀsᴇ, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ғᴏʀɢɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ Bᴜᴛ I ᴡᴏɴ’ᴛ ʙᴇ ʜᴏᴍᴇ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ.”

Under the cover of heavy rain and roaring thunder, you stare at the place you could no longer call home. A place you should have never allowed to become your home when you knew how you felt for someone in it.

Some things should not be mixed- some things just aren’t meant to be. His silence spoke volumes and you could no longer withstand the blatant rejection and regret. At least that’s how it felt to you and with no one to correct you-

Another flash of lighting, one much too close for your liking, sends you back to that night. The memories are so vivid despite how hazy your mind had been that night.

He gripped you as if you were his last lifeline, as if he were absolutely starved of you. You never knew this man could be so greedy- so lustful and almost demanding were it not for some of the gentleman in him still having some control. Enough control to go from gripping you so tight you knew there might be bruises, to cradling you so softly. Holding you as if you were the world’s most precious jewel. Caresses so soft and warming it was dizzying.

His lips stole your breath and sense of self. They took what little bit of rationality you might have had left. They whispered soft sweet nothings to you with breaths so gentle it sent shivers down your spine. His lips stole parts of you, you weren’t aware had existed.

Your name on his tongue sounded damn near ethereal. Might this be what it is like to be loved? Or was this lust in beautiful disguise?

He had you as if he’d had you thousands of times before and may never have again.

He brought you to utter completion over and over and over again. It seemed never ending- it felt like the confession you’d been waiting with bated breath for. It was as if you were being blessed.

Perhaps you weren’t his first, but maybe you could be his last. His forevermore.

The rain that night was violent. It demanded to be heard but you had ignored it. There were better sounds to be heard, ones you kept tightly locked up within the safety of your mind. No matter what could or would be said, they were yours. They were meant for you and no one could take them.

“Diluc...?”, you had called that morning, but you gained no response. He was not there. He wasn’t holding you like you remembered when you drifted off into sleep.

The other side of the bed was cold to the touch. If you didn’t know better, you’d have assumed that your hazy memories were nothing but a lovely dream. Yet you did know better.

You weren’t the type to sleep so.. bare. Dreams don’t leave marks either, or a bittersweet aftertaste.

Maybe it would be better if it had been a dream.

“ Mᴀʏʙᴇ sᴏᴍᴇᴅᴀʏ ʏᴏᴜ’ʟʟ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴜᴘ.. Aɴᴅ, ʙᴀʀᴇʟʏ ᴄᴏɴsᴄɪᴏᴜs, ʏᴏᴜ’ʟʟ sᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ..”

The days that soon followed suit had quickly turned to months. Nothing was said of that night. He wouldn’t look at you. He didn’t even speak to you and every time you tried he would just.. find an excuse to leave. It was odd to you and jarring, to put it nicely.

Diluc did not seem like the type for a one-night stand, let alone to essentially have one and not let the other person know it was just that. He was blunt and to the point. He didn’t come across as secretive but perhaps he was trying to let you down easy. In which case he failed. Miserably.

A simple ‘we shouldn’t have done that’ would have sufficed.

Instead you received silence and avoidance. In your mind, that translated to ‘I regret what I’ve done’ and much more. So you made your plans to go. Secretly hoping he’d come and talk to you while doing so. You were hoping he’d find out and stop you.

‘How foolish’, you thought to yourself as you trudged further out into the pouring rain.

Diluc did nothing of the sort. Though you left without a proper word, he still let you go in a sense.

This was the most anti-climactic break up you’ve ever had, if you could call it that. Yet it still hurt the most. Somehow.

You had to fight the urge to turn back and force him to speak to you. What would that do though? What if what he had to say was worse then the silence you had been facing?

Throughout the entire journey to Liyue this was all you could think of. Multiple scenarios of what he might say, each one drifting into the one you wished would be true. Wishes don’t work like that unfortunately...

“To whomever this may concern,

I have decided to leave. I apologize for overstaying my welcome. Thank you very much for having me, but I just can’t stay. I need to have my own place and my own things.

I’m sorry.

_____.”

You wondered if Diluc ever found the letter you left on your bed. Or maybe one of the maids found it first. Would they give it to him? Would he have told them to throw it out? Even after a few months in Liyue you still wondered how he was doing. Did he think of you in passing? Did anyone in Mondstat even miss you? Had anyone noticed if you left? Well of course some of them did. There was a bard you used to see daily- you missed his infectious laughter. A certain captain enjoyed teasing you and.. well, you missed a Tavern owner..

Liyue was beautiful, there was no doubt about it. The way the sea breeze felt so cool at night- the hustle and bustle of the people and passing boats, there was always something to see and do. Commissions were easy to come by and the pay was fair. You found yourself a nice little place to call home within this city. You had lovely neighbors and a great view. Liyue was a nice place to live.

Still, you missed the nostalgic breeze of Mondstat. The cozy homes and well-knit community of its people. Not to say Liyue wasn’t tight knit but... it was just different. There were some things Mondstat had that Liyue did not. People you couldn’t find here- people you wished would just happen to visit by chance. You wanted to see them again.

You were homesick for a place that wasn’t really your home for long. Homesick even as you enjoyed the warm sea breeze as you sat at the edge of the dock. The sun was setting, gifting you beautiful orange and pink hues to stare at. Your commissions were done for the day and you simply felt.. lonely.

A strong gust of wind blew past you, a nostalgic scent filling your nose with it making you hug yourself softly. You felt yourself missing everything once more...

“You cold, girlie?”, someone asked as the wind blew again. It was harsher this time, almost as if it were pushing you towards this stranger- or maybe it meant to pull you away? You couldn’t tell. All you knew was that the winds in Liyue weren’t quite as.. mischievous as the winds in Mondstat.

A stranger with orange hair stood before you, a little grin on his lips that went well with his blue eyes. They seemed to pierce through you. It was as if he was searching for something within you. He seemed to find nothing, though. He stood with his arms crossed, leaning forward to get a better look at you. With him so close, you could clearly note the look in his eyes.

He’s up to no good-

“I feel like I’ve seen you somewhere else... could be wrong though. You just seem familiar..”, he says when you remain silent.

For but a fleeting moment, you forget you’re hurting. Whether that is from confusion or... something else, is something that remains a mystery to you.

For now, all you could think of was this handsome stranger, and how something within you found him familiar as well.

“ Isɴ’ᴛ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴍɪssɪɴɢ? Isɴ’ᴛ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴍɪssɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ ?”

#genshin impact x reader #diluc x reader #genshin impact diluc #diluc ragnvindr #genshin diluc #genshin impact #ari writes #hi im alive #hahaha uhhh #this is my first try at genshin #idk if i should put the other chara in the tags bc its not about him #asdfg

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man I love artem so much, like he either speaks to Rosa in the most cryptic way and offer no explanation (the 100 day thing lmao) or confess his feelings in such a romantic way, he’s such an amazing loser i want to marry him. Also love that either way Rosa just doesn’t understand what it means but then again it checks out when u think she was Luke’s childhood friend and didn’t think he was in love with her lmao. I’m not even making sense, my brain rn is just artem and artemrosa

anooonnnn we are the same anon we are the same hearts and minds

artem is so interesting because the things i like and find compelling about him are probably the things that the writers don't consider key qualities in what makes him an attractive otome love interest. like i keep bringing up atmospherics but it's such a key card for meee. it's rightfully divisive among fans but it's my favorite because it showcases how pathetic and flawed he can be. and it's so funny because the music, the art, the lighting paints him in this obviously romantic, intimate, and attractive light but the entire time i'm like this guy needs to hydrate and get a grip and i want to pay his therapy fees lmao

it made him realer. he's basically a late bloomer processing his first love in his late 20s and dealing with a bunch of anxieties and insecurities he probably kept lidded until his feelings forced him to confront them. he's this walking contradiction of earned confidence and insecure mess, buttoned up wisdom and flailing inexperience and it's fascinating. so when he's actually suave w her i feel like it's made all the sweeter when we know how hard he's really trying. every time he's calmly inviting rosa or blushing quietly i imagine foghorns are going off in his head

i was re-reading por una cabeza (for the 50th time) again and it just occurred to me that the shared dream is basically an amalgamation of artem and rosa's subconscious. i construed artem's imagined confrontation with cedric as entirely his own mind's doing and it's interesting how much anxiety he keeps hidden about his invitation for rosa to join the nxx and his own reluctance in being completely straightforward and direct w his intentions towards her. and i'm mentioning this card because i kind of see this one as a natural progression from atmospherics. he's grown but his insecurities are still there

and i think on rosa's side, like past the hilarity of these two being clueless but on different levels in a comedy of errors kind of way, it's fun to extrapolate on her own inner negotiation with this. like she is an observant and intelligent woman but her emotional awareness with this is completely zilch. and if not that, then she is in some wicked deep denial or willful ignorance. i can kind of see rosa perhaps creating a narrative in her head for years about how luke's feelings for her are completely platonic because as someone who's still best friends with people i met when i was 11, the line between friendship and romance is not even emergent in my head because i've loved my friends before i even knew what romance was and i don't know how to not love them, much less make any distinctions about what kind of love. and much much less dare to make any such considerations or experimentation of romantic possibility at the risk of losing such a bond. so i can excuse rosa for that especially if luke didn't make any direct confessions.

but if we're going the deep denial route, then the natural question for that is why. and this is why i want more rosa bg and i understand that vagueness lends to easier projection for the reader but personally i don't read otome or romance that way. i just wanna know what makes her tick, what keeps her up at night. i want like an atmospherics-like card but for rosa. but we're probably never going to get it 😭

#reply.#anon.#tears of themis

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starlightkun · 3 years

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snowflake ; ayakashi ❧ doyoung [teaser]

❧ word count: 800

❧ warnings: none!

❧ extra info: heavily based off yet another otome game, ayakashi: romance reborn ; bc of this, all the lore used in here is inspired by/based on/taken from the lore of the game, not the actual lore of traditional ayakashi/yokai stories. there is a poll at the end for you guys to vote for which routes you’d like to see!

❧ DISCLAIMER: some aspects of plot and character traits are directly lifted from the game and utilized in the character equivalents in this story; the base lore, plot, and characters were heavily inspired by the game, however it has all been transformed into my own story. there are no spoilers for the game by reading this series

⤷ masterlist

you need to read the prologue before reading any of the individual routes

“I thought you said you didn’t care about Mr. Qian or his vested interest in you.”

“I don’t,” you retorted.

“Well then why—”

And you finally snapped, “Kim Doyoung, has it ever occurred to you that someone might talk to you because they, oh, I don’t know, want to talk to you? Not use you to get to Kun or whatever, but because they have a genuine interest in you as a person. Ever considered that? Ever considered that I asked you that because I’m actually interested in you, and Qian Kun seems to be your entire life, so in order to learn more about you, I had to ask about him?”

The other side of the car was dead silent after your outburst, and you glowered at the road up ahead of you. The streetlights passed by in regular intervals, the lights of storefronts turning into apartment buildings as you got closer to your home.

And finally, after an agonizingly long period of quiet that only served to make you more restless, more irritated, Doyoung stopped in front of your apartment building.

“Thanks,” you repeated your gratitude for the umpteenth time that night, hand already on the door handle to leave.

But before you could, he said your name, as clear and pretty as ever, “Y/N.”

You looked at him for the first time since your outburst, your eyes immediately catching on his. They were black in the darkness of the night, and you could imagine them as endless black holes, sucking you in.

“I hadn’t,” he said thoughtfully. “Thought of that before.”

“Really? You don’t seem to be that stupid, but if the shoe fits.” You were still being pissy.

A scowl came to his face, “I’m not stupid. Though I suppose I have a rather narrow view of interpersonal interactions since, as you said, my entire life is… dedicated to my work.”

“Yeah, you should really get out more, Doyoung.” A lightheartedness returned your tone, you were enjoying your conversation with him again, your hand absentmindedly falling from the door handle as if your body had already made the decision that you were going to be there for a while longer.

“Perhaps I should.”

Your heartrate spiked as you suddenly had a thought. So you couldn’t go through with your original plan, to nonchalantly ask for his number, but maybe you could tweak it. The very idea made you a little nauseous, but the racing of your heart was from both nerves and excitement.

“We could do something together,” you suggested, trying to keep your tone on a very perilous precipice between eagerness and nonchalance. You wanted to come across as genuine, but not pushy.

“Like what?” Doyoung’s brows furrowed. Amusement tugged at the corner of your mouth at the expression that was becoming very well-known to you: him pondering, the gears in his mind turning arduously as he tried his damndest to make sense of what you had just said. You didn’t know anybody else that you had been able to baffle this much.

“Like… a date.”

As soon as the words were out of your mouth, you had the urge to stuff them right back in, to backpedal so hard you went back in time to before you had said that. Because he froze. If you weren’t internally panicking, you might have found irony in a snow spirit freezing. Swallowing thickly, you clenched your jaw in an effort to not take it back. You said those words, and you meant them, you weren’t about to cower away from them, especially considering the sudden burst of confidence that you had said them with.

“Where?”

“Hm?” It was your turn to be confused.

“Where will we go?”

You literally let out an audible groan of relief, practically melting back into the car seat. Throwing a hand up to your face, you rubbed from your forehead to your chin in one long motion, “Jesus, Doyoung, a ‘yes’ first would have been nice.”

“My bad.”

“Yeah, it is,” you retorted, shaking your head to clear your thoughts. “Maybe we should figure out the ‘when’ first. That was your work cell that I called, right?”

“Do people have another?”

“Right, you don’t have a personal life so why would you have a personal cell?” You snipped sarcastically, mostly to yourself. “I’ll text you, alright? Once, you know, my phone charges.”

Doyoung nodded, “Okay.”

At the resolution of this, a giddy smile came to your face. You had really asked Doyoung out on a date, and he had really said yes. You once again reached for the door handle, this time pulling on it just enough to unlock the door, but you didn’t move to open it yet.

“Bye, Doyoung.”

“Have a good rest of your night, Y/N.”

“You too.”

#s: ayakashi #a: snowflake #a: doyoung #writing #text #mine #doyoung #kim doyoung #nct #nct fic #nct imagine #nct 127 #nct 127 imagines #doyoung imagine #doyoung imagines

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Goodnight - Soryu Oh

Author Note: So I played some Otome games randomly and one of them was Kissed By The Baddest Bidder. Interesting plots. Soryu was one of my favourites, so was Shuichi. Anyway, enjoy this maybe. A little suggestive at points. Also just straight uploaded not checked yet.

On any other day Soryu would’ve avoided the establishment; he despised the heavy stench of alcohol blended unevenly with a few of Mamaru’s cigarettes. He’d suffer once he returned to the sanctity of his room for the evening, he could already feel the scent clinging to the insides of his nose. Soryu would hold this against his friends for a while; even if neither of them had forced him to come. His body had moved of its own accord the second the young maid had shone a bright smile and asked if he was joining them.

The Ice Dragon had situated himself on the opposite side of the table from her, if it had been a possibility, he would have sat on a bar stool beside the bar. Instead, he suffered sat besides, what could only be called, the useless Detective. Perhaps Soryu had been to harsh in that thought, Kishi may be lazy but he’d helped Inui out of a spot of bother a few times. The Dragon couldn’t help the sparks of Envy that had lodged in his chest once again, albeit for a different reason, as he pondered on Kishi. No-one could blame Soryu, Mamoru held the second thing that Soryu could never have.

After a while the Auction Managers had dispersed, each going their separate ways as they bid farewell for the night. A few a little more than tipsy as they staggered by the many bar patrons. Baba had been the first to leave; a charismatic grin on his face as he promised to do this again before following a rather scantily clad woman out of the bar. Ota and Mamoru had been the next to go, a exasperated Detective wrapping an arm under Ota to support his drunken frame. With those three gone it had left Soryu with a nonchalant Eisuke and a close to tipsy maid. He should have left after Baba; it had been his intention to go but the young maid had started to speak to him and so effortlessly he had found himself lost as they conversed. They hadn’t even noticed when Eisuke had left; and that thought had made the blood in Soryu’s body run cold.

“What about those two?” Came a partially slurred voice, the syllables gently tore the man from his thoughts. His ever-observant gaze falling briefly to the woman. She’d stayed; the second they’d both realised Ichinomiya abandoned them she had chosen to stay and so had he. Soryu convinced himself that his presence was for Eisuke. He was staying to make sure she didn’t embarrass the man or cause any more trouble than she had since the Auction. It hadn’t been because Soryu had noticed the several less than sober men whose eyes lingered on her for a little too long when she went to order herself another drink, nor had it been because her presence beside him soothed his stress-riddled body.

Soryu lifted his gaze from his companion to gaze at the pair situated in a booth by the entrance. A rather thin salaryman with comedically thick rimmed glasses and a sort of awkwardness in his actions that rivalled a nerdy schoolboy sat across from another scantily clad woman. Her fingers danced around the rim of her glass as she watched the man with vague interest. Every so often she would lean further forward allowing the salaryman a clearer view of her cleavage.

“He’s a nerd and she’s an escort” Oh commented idly, he reached for his seventh whisky of the evening, relishing briefly as the liquid seeped down his throat. Normally he would stop at four and switch to a light beer but then again, he would never have been out drinking for this long unless he was making a deal. As he placed the, now, empty glass back on the table he reminded himself that he should’ve left before Eisuke.

“Soryu that’s not how you play the game” She chuckled a little as she finished the rest of her own drink. Her fingers danced around the rim of her own glass as she hugged it against her chest. At some point she had slithered into the seat beside him, and he could smell the lavender that swam through the air around her, offsetting any other smell from the establishment.

He’d frozen. His mind replaying the same word in her voice as though trying to retain how the syllables had rolled from her tongue in that innocent tipsy tone of hers. She’d never called him by his name before. It had always been ‘Mr. Oh’ or ‘Sir’. Never Soryu as much as he had craved it. He’d have told her if it hadn’t been for his pride. If he hadn’t wanted to save himself from being teased by Baba or Ota.

“You’re supposed to say something like. She’s asking him to buy her cat.” She whistled, another sip of her drink and Soryu caught the gaze of the bartender. In a brief flick of his wrist, the Bartender nodded. “But he’s allergic to cats, so she’s offering herself with the cat but he’s just waiting for the other members of his DnD club.” Soryu couldn’t help the soft chuckle that tore through his throat. “Do that again, I like that sound.”

Her drunken words meant nothing currently, yet it didn’t stop the warmth from dusting Soryu’s cheeks. The Ice Dragon caught the way she began to rock sideways, and he was certain that the room was spinning around her; so as the bartender set down a tray of coffee, Soryu placed his arm on the back of their seat, it was a precaution to keep her on the cushioned bench. He inched closer to her – just to make sure she had something to keep her propped up. Not because he wished she would fall towards him. Or so in that moment he could hold her.

“Ok, how about he’s a police officer in disguise, and she’s a widower. They matched on a dating app whilst he was trying to get closer to a drug ring. She guessed the code correctly and he wants to arrest her, and she just wants to get her rocks off. Two crossed wires.” Soryu smirked. Stifling her laughter, she placed hand in front of her mouth. She shifted in her seat, her leg brushing against his, an innocent action that had Soryu’s muscle tensing and his mind malfunctioning. The ever-composed Ice Dragon felt pathetic – she could reduce him to dust with just a smile and they hadn’t even known each other that long, not before the man had fallen for her soothing presence.

“Better…who next….?” She sighed, her head roaming the other patrons. Soryu lifted his coffee to his lips, the liquid lingering on his tastes buds as he revelled in the bitter drink. The second it hit the back of his throat he felt the caffeine kick in, doing its best to rid him of the alcohol coursing through his system. “Him” she practically beamed pointing to the bar.

For a second, he wondered if she meant the bartender, who stood cleaning an already immaculate wine glass, but then his gaze just skimmed a man hunched over his drink. He was younger than the other patrons, his dishevelled brown hair damp from what Soryu assumed was the rain outside. A hefty sigh masked the mumbles that came from the bartender, and for a second Soryu recalled a face in his mind’s eye. Especially when he caught sight of the glasses that sat beside the man’s drink, he paired them with the off brown three piece that adorned the man’s body and it suddenly occurred to him, just who he was looking at.

“That’s Shuichi’s and Eisuke’s love child. See the bartender doesn’t like him, clearly, he has the aura to get on everyone’s nerves just from his presence alone, probably from Eisuke, but arguable from Shuichi too. Then there’s the hair, the poor eyesight, and that sigh.” Soryu announced.

The room fell silent before hysterical laughter rang out. Soryu almost jumped at the sound as it resonated in his ears. She wrapped her arms around her body as she struggled to compose herself or even breathe. A grin spread through Soryu’s features, as they ignored the quizzical looks from the other customers. Even from the love child whose scowl imitated Shuichi so well that the woman’s laughter doubled.

“I bet…” She paused, inhaling deeply, “I bet he’s sad because his dads are fighting so he left after coming all the way to Japan to see them. Maybe he went to Dubai first to look for Shuichi but when he found out that he came to Japan he followed. Poor guy. Don’t worry sir, your dads will stop fighting soon” She shouted the last of her sentence. Soryu hushed her, sending the man an apologetic smile.

“Here. Have some coffee” He uttered. The mug remained untouched, her body lifting from their shared seat. She stumbled towards the bar, hands gripping the wooden surface tight as she ordered another drink. The bartender, whose eyes flew between her and Soryu, nodded before handing her a glass of what Soryu knew would be water. The mafia boss had slipped some money to the bartender when he had delivered his coffee, a silent look passed between the two men in a wordless contract to cut her off.

Soryu had been so caught up in his thoughts that he hadn’t noticed the pair of legs now stood in front of his coffee. He lifted his gaze carefully, cautious not to linger on any places he shouldn’t. She grinned down at him, rocking on her feet to keep herself steady.

“Look Sor, I’m taller than you now” She giggled. The nickname held an effect on him that he was too ashamed to admit to. The Mafia boss stood his hand hovering in the air before he turned around.

“Get on, it’s time we left” He announced; he bent slightly at the knees whilst he waited. She took a moment to understand what he meant, her body all but jumping onto his back. She hung her arms around his neck as her legs wrapped around his waist. Neither of them missed the way her body shivered the second he placed his hands under her thighs, or the way his body seemed to relax further.

To any outside observers they looked like a couple, a boyfriend who had come to collect his drunk girlfriend carrying her back to their room. Especially with the way she grinned, every so often blowing on the shell of his ear. The action would have Soryu jolting slightly, his fingers squeezing her thighs in a false warning. The Ice Dragon Leader wore a softened expression, a small smile gracing his usually frowning features.

“We should tell Mr Ichinomiya and Mr Hishikura to kiss and make up so their son can have his family back. He looked so sad; I wonder what Mr Ichinomiya did.” She mumbled, her voice seemed quieter now and she slurred her words a little less. A soft rumble in Soryu’s chest alerted them both to just how entertaining the idea of waking Eisuke up to tell him his fake son was waiting for him was.

“Maybe not tonight. I don’t think Eisuke will be too impressed” Soryu laughed. The woman fell silent even as she continued to blow on Soryu’s ear or tap her fingers against Soryu’s chest. What he had failed to notice in her silence was her reaction to his laugh. He’d only chuckled earlier, and yet the soft exhale that could barely be called laughter had the maid craving for more. “Ok, I need to put you down now” He added as they stepped inside the Penthouse elevator.

She didn’t move to release him, in fact she tightened her hold on the man, her legs wrapped tighter around his waist as she buried her head into the crook of his neck. He could feel the pout she wore, especially as her lips skimmed the skin on his neck. He moved his head away from her, a small shudder running through his body as he gazed at her through his peripheral.

“The elevator card is in my pocket; I can’t reach with you on my back.” He informed her; she continued to pout, shaking her head a little. A mischievous spark in her eyes startled Soryu as he felt her press further against his back, her fingers running down her chest towards his jacket pocket. His eyes closed struggling to maintain his composure until he felt the soft prick on his check. He peeked through a crack in his eyelid to see the familiar white key card.

“Here you go” She beamed, “Now onwards Sor.”

Mentally he was scolding himself, he should’ve told her – forced her to get off him. Anyone else and he would’ve. He’d done it many times in the past, each with a different drunk woman who would remember little of Soryu’s kindness and forever wind up hating him for his harshness the next morning. He should’ve left when Baba left.

He stood there, in the middle of the penthouse longue, unsure of where to put her. He couldn’t walk up the stairs and dump her on Eisuke. Not with his ill-temper when he gets disturbed. Nor could he leave her on the couch, not with the wandering hands of both Baba and Ota. He couldn’t think, not with her head resting in the crook of his neck, her breath gliding across his skin eliciting goosebumps in its wake. He shook his head as he headed towards his own suite. She’d stay in the spare bed tonight, if Eisuke hadn’t removed it already. Soryu would leave her there and make his way to his condo for the rest of the night. By the time he reached it, he’d have just enough time to shower and go to the Ice Dragon’s headquarter.

This wasn’t her first time in his suite, and much to his dismay he hoped it wouldn’t be the last. She’d cleaned the room many times before, but this was the first time that he willingly brought her to the room. The first time he had placed her on the bed. He was a statue by the bed; watching as she hid her face with her hands. Her clothing hung dishevelled on her body, her skirt rising just high enough to have Soryu’s mind wondering. He’d imagined her many times in his bed, and he wished he could say those thoughts had remained in the dead of night at his condo, but often he found himself fantasizing during his meetings with Eisuke. The Ice Dragon Leader would catch her cleaning in her maid uniform – hardly the most scandalous outfit but enough to have his blood racing and his eyes glossing over.

“Do you need anything? Water?” He frowned at himself. He knew the answer already and with that knowledge he’d bring her some water before he left. In the morning he’d send Inui over with some pain medication and perhaps some breakfast to keep her hangover at bay. With that settled he turned to leave. Just as quickly as he had moved, he felt a significantly smaller hand pull at his. His eyes drifting to the fingers that wrapped around his wrist as he let himself be pulled down.

“Don’t go” She paused; her words sounding panicked. “Not just yet” She continued. The simple sentence attacked what little self-control Soryu had left. It’s when his head hits the pillow that the alarm bells ring. A harsh reminder of just how bad things could turn out. At that point he should’ve stopped, told her she was drunk and left immediately. He should have. Yet he remained there, his body turning to lay on his side. Neither spoke, for a while, at least not with words. Soryu’s usually calm eyes roamed every corner of her face, a silent plea. He drank her in as though this would be the last time, he’d see her. Which should Eisuke find them was a very real possibility.

“Hold on” She whispers, breath warm against his face. She reaches out to him. Two fingers gently running over the skin of his forehead as they push back a stray hair. “There much better” She adds. Her hand remained there, it pulls him closer to her and he doesn’t stop the way his body shuffles closer on the bed. He can feel her rubbing her fingers against the skin of his temple. Soryu can feel her breath on his lips, and that on its own is enough to send his heart racing, he can smell the alcohol and the heavenly scent of Lavender. A scent he would forever associate with her, with this. It’s a smell subtle enough not to irritate him. Her fingers run over his hair, and he can’t help the shiver that escapes him. Nor can he stop his eyes from closing as he revels in the sensation. She eats at his control, and he can feel it slipping. He should be scared by just how easily she made him weak, but he’s not.

“I should go,” He mutters, he doesn’t mean these words anymore, “and you should get some rest before we do anything we’ll regret”. He doesn’t move, any conviction in his body went the second her fingers fell from his hair to the nape of his neck. She doesn’t force him to move, its written in her eyes how she feels, especially when he places his hand on her thigh. His fingers rubbing slow circles into her skin.

It’s innocent. The soft caress of her lips on his. She made the first move, he’s painfully aware of that fact but he kisses back regardless. His mind savouring the way her lips move against his, its everything he imagined it to be. The innocence depleting quickly as his mind races with the countless scenarios he imagined in his early morning showers. Her lips tempt him just as much as he tempts her. His hands pulling her body flush against him. Both ignoring the burning sensation in their lungs demanding them to breathe. His hand resting on her thigh rises higher; high enough to feel the material of her underwear.

Her own hands move to his shoulders desperate to rid him of his jacket. It doesn’t take long for the material to fall to the ground in a crumpled heap. His lips travel from hers to skin of her jaw, he leaves wet kisses as he turns his attention to her neck. In turn she moves her attention to the buttons of his shirt. He can feel the air stabbing against his overheating chest and the sensation knocks his brain into gear. He’s quick to hear the alarm bells, quicker to release her neck from his torment.

In an instant they both stop, her hands caught in one of his hands whilst his other remains still on her thigh. He inhales attempting to muster some control as he pulls himself off the bed.

“I’m sorry, I can’t” his words end in a pitiful chuckle; aimed at himself. In a reckless moment he had ruined what little closeness they could have. She wasn’t his to hold, to kiss or to touch. She wasn’t his as much as he wished she was. “I better say goodnight before I change my mind” He utters. He casts one last look at her, face red and dishevelled.

The second the door closed behind him; he fell against it. He hadn’t bothered to grab his jacket, nor had he bothered to rebutton his dishevelled shirt. Soryu lifts his fingers to his lips, he can still feel her lips against his, still feel the lingering warmth on his body. He was changing his mind the second he fished for his phone in his pocket. If Inui didn’t answer he’d go back in, deal with the fallout tomorrow.

“Was it everything you’d hope it’d be?” Eisuke’s voice filled the silence. The tight-lipped syllables turned Soryu’s blood to ice. “I do hope it was worth touching what belongs to me. I can see you enjoyed it and this once I’m willing to overlook it for an old friend.” He added.

#soryu oh #kissed by the baddest bidder #kbtbb soryu #Soryu Oh x reader #Kissed by the baddest bidder imagine #I just rolled with the idea #Sue me #but don't actually #voltage otome #kbtbb

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