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Everyone you know, huh?

IF THIS HAPPENED I WOULD LITERALLY GO INSANE

If they offered to canonize your series in either it’s own show or a movie idk and give you story writing credits (and the due pay) would you let them?

Oh, absolutely. I'd even give them a full description of all the plots I never drew because I lacked time or energy

This is my favorite series right now yall! IM ABOUT TO PUT YALL ON!! Obviously start at chapter one lmaooo

𓆩 WHEN THE DEVIL CAN’T REACH YOU 𓆪

𓆩❦𓆪 ch. six | IN TOO DEEP

𓆩❦𓆪 ft. College/uni au ➜ Michael Kaiser x Female! Reader

𓆩❦𓆪 summary. As a foreign exchange student in Japan, you’re ready to embrace the uni experience and start a new chapter in your life—and maybe even love. When swiping right on Michael Kaiser, you assume that his profile is fake so you’re quick to block and unmatch him. But when you cross paths on campus, he opens up a world filled with obsession and possession. You find yourself drawn to him, unable to resist the pull he has on your heart yet the question of “Is this real love?”, plays on your mind throughout—So what happens when the devil can’t let go instead?

𓆩❦𓆪 tags in this ch. 18+ (MDNI) heavy smut (at end of ch.), dubcon, mean/rough dom Kaiser, cunnilingus, clit slapping, dirty talking, masturbation, backshots, unprotected sex, creampie, alcohol consumption, clubbing, foul language, tension between characters, emotional manipulation, heavy emotions between Shidou and the reader (slight closure?), possessive n needy Kaiser as always, use of bllk SMAU

𓆩❦𓆪 word count. 6.5k

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𓆩 When The Devil Can’t Reach You… He Sends Someone Worships and Ruins You 𓆪

Three weeks.

That’s how long it had been since the fight between Kaiser and Shidou. Since the kiss. Since everything.

It's expected that people will talk on campus. Of course, they do. They went from talking about why Kaiser and Shidou were beefing to “Since when does Kaiser have a girl?”

In those three weeks, something shifted between you and Kaiser.

Need and want.

The words that left Kaiser’s lips were becoming a reality.

Because you both become inseparable.

It started with him waiting outside your dorm to walk you to your morning classes.

“You’re late,” he had teased you that morning when he showed up outside your dorm with a cup of iced latte, one hand stuffed in his jacket pocket.

“And you’re early,” you retorted, grabbing hold of the latte that he stretched out towards you. His lips curled into a grin, the smugness always stitched into his expression. “Well, of course, I had to get your daily dose of matcha iced latte to get you through the day.”

You bumped your shoulder against him with a huff, pressing your lips against the lid. “Thank you, you didn’t have–”

“I didn't have to, sure, but I wanted to.”

He even waited for you after classes, slouched against the wall with one AirPod in and his eyes closed, only to crack them open the second you stepped outside.

“Missed me?” he’d say without fail.

“You saw me two hours ago, idiot.”

“So? That’s two hours too long, liebling.”

And that, right there, is where your heart would melt. You tried to pretend you weren’t affected, but it was hard when he looked at you like you were important in his life.

Other times, you walk him to his practices and wait for him, sit on the grass with a book, or text Bachira and Chigiri while sneaking glances at him through the fence.

"You’re staring," he calls out once during a water break, sweat glinting off his brow as he leans against the railing, bottle in hand.

"I am not."

"You are," he smirks. "I ain’t complaining though."

There are nights when you hang out in his dorm. Or he’s in yours. Sprawled out on the bed, music low, talking about topics from psychological perspectives to what your likes and dislikes are. And when it’s quiet and just the two of you.

He’s kissed you more times than you can count now.

Soft kisses when you walk into the room. Lazy kisses when you’re half-asleep and curled up against him. Needy kisses that made you a moaning mess, feeling the way his fingers would fiddle with the waistband of your panties. But you’d quickly pull back with a sheepish smile and whisper.

“Not yet.”

Despite letting this man finger you so good last time, you wanted to take things slow and he was understanding of that.

At some point, he started telling you to call him Mihya. Not Kaiser. Mihya. A softness no one else gets to see.

"Just you," he told you one night, his voice barely above a whisper as he brushed his lips along the curve of your jaw. "Only you can call me that."

Nothing has been made official. No labels of that sort are being discussed yet. Just the both of you orbiting around each other and you didn’t mind that.

You still see Shidou now and then but you would turn a blind eye, acting as if he didn’t exist when you would walk past him or happen to see him at practice whilst you wait for Kaiser.

From the corner of your eye, you knew that he was constantly staring at you but you couldn’t care less.

Kaiser was your main focus now.

And now it’s Friday. The sun dips low in the sky as Kaiser is walking by your side again. Arm draped over your shoulders as his hand played lazily with the edge of your sleeve.

"You’ve got one class left, right?" he asks, glancing down at you, the sunlight catching in his golden hair.

"Yeah," you nod, and he grins.

“Good, let’s go out tonight.”

You glance up at him, seeing the glint in his eye. But before you can answer, you remember something.

“Actually… Yukimiya told me about an event his modelling agency is hosting at the club tonight. Kind of like an after-party for this new campaign they’re doing. It's an open invite, so I thought… we could go?”

Kaiser doesn’t say anything right away. His jaw ticks subtly, and his grip around your shoulders shifts slightly.

“I’m down,” he says eventually, his voice quiet.

You tilted your head, catching the shift in his energy. “Mihya.” Your fingers slide up to hook behind his neck, coaxing him to look at you.

His lips twitch. “It just sounds like he only invited you.”

You blink, now raising a brow. “No, it’s an open invite. Bachira and Chigiri are going to be there. Karasu and Otoya. Word has been going around about it so everyone will be there.”

Kaiser doesn’t respond at first. He just studies you for a second too long. But then, his lips curl upward into that cocky smirk you’ve come to both love and be wary of.

"Get in class," he says, leaning close until his breath ghosts over your lips. "I’ll pick you up after."

You nod slowly, backing toward the door, eyes locked on his before turning your head towards the lecture hall. You can feel the weight of his gaze on your back the whole way.

And even from the doorway, you heard him call after you.

“Wear something short.”

—𓆩❦𓆪

Your projector casts diagrams on cognitive dissonance and social biases across the whiteboard. Your pen moved across the page, scribbling down terms you’d probably forget the second the test came around.

You're half-focused, mind slightly drifting, when your phone buzzes quietly beside your notebook. You glance down and see a notification banner pop up.

@Yukimiya mentioned you in the “NOT LOCKED OFF ❌🔒” group chat.

You swipe open the message, and the blue iMessage bubble pops up:

You roll your eyes, chuckling under your breath as you finally lock your phone and slide it into your lap.

Despite the jokes, you couldn’t help but feel slightly irritated.

Why does everyone act like he’s this shitty person?

Yes, Kaiser had his ego. He had his smug smirks and sharp comebacks. But he’d also been soft with you and attentive. He didn’t snap at you like the last time. And the way he looked at you, touched you, wanted you, it wasn’t the kind of thing someone could fake for this long. Not without slipping up.

He didn't seem arrogant to you. He seemed like someone who gave a damn.

You exhaled slowly, pushing your phone to the corner of your desk and picking your pen back up.

Everyone else’s opinions didn’t matter.

For now, all you could think about was tonight, having a nice time and having him by your side.

—𓆩❦𓆪

The soft hum of SZA’s voice plays from your speaker as you do the final touches of your makeup in front of your mirror. Your lashes curl just right, your eyeliner is sharp and your lips are glossed.

You glance at yourself in the mirror, doing a once-over.

Your dress tightly hugs your frame, a black satin bodycon dress that falls mid-thigh. The thin straps cross at your shoulders and the dip at the neckline frames your collarbones perfectly with your gold necklace.

And to top it all off, you decided to wear some black stilettos that you had kept away, telling yourself that when you moved to Japan you would save them for a special occasion.

You reach for your drink that sits at your desk. A tall glass of vodka mixed with Sprite, taking a long, steady sip. It burns just slightly, but the sweetness of the Sprite masks most of it. The alcohol takes the edge off the nerves you didn’t realize you were holding in your chest.

You check the time on your phone and the moment it switches to 9:00 PM, there's a knock at the door.

Your gaze flicks to it, a small smile curling at your lips. You already know who it is. The same man who had picked you up after your last class walked you back to your dorm and promised to come pick you up right on time.

You take one last sip, placing the glass down and smoothing your dress once more before walking over. The moment you pull the door open, you swear that you melted in that moment.

Kaiser stands there with that same cocky grin, dressed in an all-black button-up, the top few buttons undone just enough to tease a glimpse of the chain resting against his collarbone. His sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, revealing his tattoo curling around his forearm. Fitted black trousers, dark boots, and silver rings glistening on his fingers.

He’s smirking. “Didn't anyone tell you that it’s rude to stare?”

The blush is crawling up your cheeks and you hate that he’s making you this flustered.

God, did he look so fine as fuck.

He steps forward, using his foot to gently kick the door shut behind him as you take a step back. But he doesn’t let you go far, his arms snake around your waist, yanking you against him in one smooth pull.

“God,” he murmurs, voice low. “You look so good right now.” His lips press to yours, slow and soft. You hum against him, your hands lightly gripping his shirt as his palms travel downward until it settles on your ass and grips so tightly.

“Mihya,” you mumble against his lips. “Behave.”

He chuckles, his mouth still near yours. “You taste like vodka.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

He pulls back just enough to flash that damn smile before glancing over your shoulder, spotting the vodka bottle and Sprite on your desk.

“Already started drinking, huh? We’re not even at this damn event yet.”

You fold your arms across your chest as he strolls over to your desk, grabbing the vodka bottle and pouring himself a glass. You’re expecting him to pull himself a shot but no, he’s gone in pouring himself a glass like it’s water.

And he doesn't even bother reaching for the Sprite.

“Wait–” your eyes widen, “you’re not gonna mix it?”

Kaiser glances at you from over his glass, eyes narrowing just slightly. He tilts the glass back and downs the vodka in one go, no chaser, no wince.

You just stare in disbelief.

He sets the glass down and licks his lips, his gaze never leaving yours.

“What?” he says, cocky now. “Worried you can’t keep up?”

You shake your head, jaw-dropping just a little. “You’re insane.”

He shrugs. “Nah. I’m German.”

You narrow your eyes, but you’re laughing under your breath. “Just don’t get too drunk, alright?”

He raises a brow. “Shouldn’t I be saying the same thing to you? You couldn’t hold your liquor last time. Ran straight to the toilet like you needed to shit at that damn party.”

Your face is burning more than ever, now averting your gaze. “I did not! I was just… y’know, drunk?”

He’s already laughing, walking over and hands grabbing your waist again as he pulls you in.

“Oh shut up.”

“Still adorable, though,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

He grabs your handbag off the desk and hands it to you, throwing it over your shoulder as you both head out the door. As you lock up behind you, he pulls his phone out, calling the ride.

He glances down at you with a grin. “You ready?”

“Ready when you are, Miyha.”

—𓆩❦𓆪

The taxi slows to a stop just outside the club, and the second you step out, it feels like everything hits you at once. Swimming Pools by Kendrick Lamar is blasting from inside the club, lights are flashing in a rhythm that makes your heart beat just a little faster.

The line outside is long, a mixture of people in designer fits, girls fixing their makeup and guys trying to charm their way to the front.

But Kaiser’s hand is already on the small of your back, guiding you past everyone like none of it matters.

“Is that–?”

“Wait, that’s Kaiser, right?”

“No way…”

The attention doesn’t faze him since he’s eating it up. But you on the other hand?

You’re shitting bricks.

His fingers lace with yours, warm and firm as he leans toward you just as you approach the entrance.

“You good?” he asks, low in your ear, lips brushing just enough to send a shiver down your spine.

You nod once, heart thumping louder than the bass inside the club.

The bouncer who’s built like The Rock, dressed in all black doesn’t even ask for your names. The second his eyes meet Kaiser’s, he just gives him a nod and steps aside.

“Wait, what?”

Kaiser just smirks at you. “It’s just the perks of being a German Prodigy, y’know how it is.”

“Damn show off.”

You roll your eyes but follow him in, slipping past the velvet rope. The music gets louder the moment you walk through the doors. The interior is sleek with warm-toned lights bouncing off glassware and gold fixtures. Yukimiya’s agency clearly went all out.

You scan the crowd for familiar faces and it's there where you see Yukimiya waving you down from the VIP section.

Chigiri is at his side, Bachira grinning wide, Karasu already drinking, and Otoya with a girl leaning on him. The section is roped off and elevated slightly above dance floor.

You can’t help but grin to see a girl actually by Otoya’s side where he looks like he’s trying to rizz her up.

So much for Karasu saying that no baddies would want Otoya tonight.

You tug Kaiser’s hand as you lead him over, feeling his body practically glued to your side. But the second you approach, his grip shifts slightly, loosening as if sensing something.

When you step into the VIP area, the greetings come quickly.

“Damn, you look hot,” Bachira grins, pulling you into a hug.

Karasu leans in, giving you a one-armed hug. “Gorgeous as always.”

“Looking good,” Yukimiya says with a smile, nodding in approval. “Glad you made it.”

Otoya leans up in his seat, raising his glass while the girl is leaning over his shoulder. “Definition of dress to impress right over here.”

“You really went all out, huh?” Chigiri adds, brushing a strand of your hair behind your ear like an older brother would.

You laugh through it all, returning the compliments and appreciating their affection. But the moment Chigiri brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, Kaiser was quick to pull you away by your arm, your back hitting his chest.

“Das reicht.” He says sharp and snappy with a forced smile as you glance up at him.

From the time you’ve spent with Kaiser, he’s taught you a couple of phrases in German so when he said that, you sheepishly rubbed the back of your neck.

Just like Chigiri, the others were taken aback and there's a shift in energy after that moment.

You shoot the guys a look over your shoulder, the one that clearly says: Be nice, hi or at least pretend to be normal.

There’s silence. Then, begrudgingly, Yukimiya takes the lead.

“Kaiser,” he says, holding out a hand. “Thanks for coming.”

Kaiser daps him up, his tone smooth. “Wouldn’t miss it.”

Chigiri follows with a quick, reluctant fist bump. Bachira hesitates before offering his hand. Karasu barely looks at him when they clasp hands, and Otoya mutters something under his breath that you don’t catch.

Karasu doesn’t even try to hide his disinterest. “Wow. Thought you’d dress better.”

“Thought you’d be funnier,” Kaiser shoots back smoothly, flashing another fake smile.

Chigiri raises a brow. “Are you always like this or just when you’re in public?”

Kaiser tilts his head. “Depends. Are you always this boring or just when you meet someone better looking?”

You press your lips together, barely resisting the urge to groan.

“Okay,” you cut in with a bright, fake smile. “Next topic please.”

You look at Yukimiya, voice lighter. “Thanks for the invite. This place is… honestly insane. Your agency did a good job.”

Yukimiya smiles politely, eyes flicking between you and Kaiser. “Thanks, really glad you made it. It wouldn’t be the same without you.”

Kaiser hums under his breath. “And yet here we are,” he mutters out.

Karasu scoffs under his breath. “Jesus.”

Bachira hums low under his breath. “God forbid someone doesn’t cater to a smartass.”

“Okay, okay y’know what? I think I need a drink. We’ll be right back guys.” You chime in, turning to Kaiser and touching his wrist gently.

Kaiser raises a brow at you but doesn’t protest. You lace your fingers with his and pull him along, weaving back through the crowd as you feel the eyes of the others lingering on your back.

“Seriously?” you mutter, glancing back up at him as you weave through people to get to the bar. “Couldn’t even try to make an effort?”

“They don’t like me anyway,” Kaiser says smoothly. “Might as well give them a reason.”

—𓆩❦𓆪

Everyone seemed to have forgotten about the awkward tension by the time you and Kaiser came back to the VIP section.

It’s a lot more crowded than it was before. You can see Chigiri, Bachira, Yukimiya and Otoya are still there, drinks in hand as they’re talking to a couple of girls.

Kaiser is the first to notice his teammates. They nod at Kaiser when they see him and he nods back before strolling over with his hand still laced with yours. Within seconds he’s deep into conversation, sipping his drink as you stay by his side.

You’re tipsy now, the drink from earlier settling in your chest. Your cheeks are flushed and your movements are looser. You sway a little to the music without even realizing it, hips catching the rhythm as you lean into it.

Eventually, a couple of girls near the edge of the section compliment your dress which leads to conversation and constant giggling. They’re sweet and before long you’re dancing with them to the next song being played.

But from across the room, Kaiser is watching.

His drink rests in one hand while the other hangs loosely at his side. He’s still talking, nodding, laughing at something one of his teammates says but his eyes never leave you. You can feel it from here,

You glance over your shoulder, your eyes meeting his for a brief moment which makes his lips curl at the corners.

It's like he’s memorising every inch of you. The curves of your body, the sway of your hips and every flick of your hair are what's making him get extremely hard at this moment. His pants are tightening and quickly turns his head to pay attention to his teammates who are yapping his ear off.

But then your smile drops. The music keeps playing, but everything feels muted when your eyes snap to the entrance and you see two figures step through the doors.

Shidou.

He walks in with his hands stuffed in his pockets, his eyes narrowed and his lips in a single straight line. And someone else you don’t recognise at first glance.

The second guy is tall, lean, blond and gives off the same energy as what Shidou would normally be like. He’s grinning, his tongue running along his fanged teeth as he pats the bouncer on the shoulder and glides past the entrance like they were expected.

Without thinking, you hand your glass to one of the girls and quietly slip away as you push through the crowd. You don’t stop until you find the corridor leading to the restrooms, heart pounding as the music thins out behind you.

You step into the bathroom, grateful to find an empty stall and lock yourself in. You reach into your handbag, pull out your phone and quickly type into the group chat:

It's then you stop typing, your ears catch something outside the stall. Voices, not club noise, actual voices, just outside the bathroom.

It sounds like a guy and a girl talking.

You freeze, leaning forward slightly as you try to hear better.

“Oh my God, are you this desperate? How the fuck did you even get into this event anyways? Did you suck dick to get your way in or something?”

“Don’t worry about how I got in Charles. C’mon, just speak to him already for me,” she says, her voice low but urgent. “I’ve already tried to and he’s been ignoring my texts and calls and even ignoring me on campus. I just–”

“Well then that sounds like a you problem. He’s not interested in you anymore so quit bothering me, you whore.”

His words sting and it wasn’t even directed at you. But you also weren't going to just stay put and listen to him speak like that to this girl.

You push open the stall door and step out of the restroom. Your voice cuts through before anyone can get their next word in.

“Hey, what’s your fucking problem?! Don’t speak to her like that.”

Both heads snap in your direction.

“Holy shit, it’s you,” they say in unison.

You quirk your brow, directing your index finger towards yourself. “Me?”

Their reactions were the complete opposite. Charles had a huge grin plastered on his face, showcasing his fanged teeth. But the girl? The one that you were literally defending? Her eyes are narrowed, fists clenched as she steps towards you.

“Yes, you. You’re the reason why Shidou wants nothing to do with me. You ruined everything the second you came into that damn bathroom at that dorm party.”

Even in your tipsy state, it didn’t take long for you to realise that this was Marissa.

Her breasts were practically spilling out of her pink corset dress, her hair slicked in a high ponytail and her crimson red lips were extremely glossy.

Your brows furrow. “Now, wait a minute–”

“He was finally giving me attention,” she spits. “But you just had to come stumbling, vomiting and shit while he carried you out like a damn damsel in distress!”

“Back up.” Your voice sharpens. “That’s not my fault. If he dropped you that fast, that’s on him.”

Before she can spout out any more delusions, a hand grabs her arm and yanks her back, slamming her against the wall.

Your breath falters, realising that it's Shidou.

He stands there, hair tousled, sleeves rolled to his elbows, black t-shirt stretched across broad shoulders and veins flexing along his biceps. He’s breathing hard, not from exertion, but from rage.

“Shidou–?”

“Shut. Up,” his voice is cold. “Don’t you dare get in her fucking face like that.”

You can see the tears building in her eyes as she screams in his face. “Why her and not me?!”

Shidou doesn’t hesitate, not one bit. “She’s not you. That's the point. You were just a drunk mistake that I wanted to fuck in that moment but… everything changed when I saw her in my life again. I lost her once so I didn’t want to lose her again the moment I realised she had finally moved abroad here.”

Your stomach twists at his words, shivers now running down your spine. Marissa is staring at him with wide eyes as the tears fall freely down her cheeks all the while Charles is just standing there grinning, hands in his pockets like he’s watching a Jerry Springer show.

You don't say anything. What could you say? He may have told the truth then and there about his true feelings but… for him to take this long?

Shidou finally releases her and steps back before looking at you, but you don’t let him speak.

“I’m done here. You’re so shit at communication and it's only now that you want to say all of this?”

You turn around without another word, your heels clicking sharply against the floor as you walk away. You can still hear Marissa yelling behind you and staff telling them to disperse from each other or they’ll have to be escorted out of the club. But you’re not looking back.

Because you’ve moved on.

And as you disappear into the crowd once again, you remind yourself of that again and again.

Even if your chest feels a little heavier than before.

—𓆩❦𓆪

“Where the hell did you go?” Kaiser asks, his voice low and sharp.

He’s leaning against the velvet couch, one hand wrapped around his glass, gripping so tightly that it looks like it’s about to break at any moment now.

“Bathroom,” you say simply, trying to brush it off, though your voice is breathy, your tipsy haze still lingering.

He tilts his head slightly, a vein now appearing on his temple. “That long?”

You hum in response but he doesn’t buy it.

His eyes stay locked on you, scanning every inch of your face like he’s trying to read between the lines of your expression and that’s when the worry begins to rise.

He pushes off from the edge of the couch and takes a step towards you until he’s towering over you, his chest brushing yours.

His hand slips around your waist, pulling you tightly against him, his drink now abandoned on the nearest table. You can feel his breath against your cheek, warm and sweetened by the dark rum.

“Do you know,” he murmurs low, voice dangerously calm, “how many people have been staring at you tonight?”

You blink up at him, throat now dry.

“How many people have been staring at you in this tight little dress? Watching you shake your ass like you don't belong to someone?”

You glance around, nerves rising, but no one’s paying attention. It’s just him now.

“Miyha–” you start, but his hands travel to your ass, his grip tightening as he palms it aggressively and that makes you clench your thighs together.

“Fuck, do you even know what you look like right now?”

With one swift movement, his hand comes up and cups your chin, fingers curling tightly beneath it, tilting your head so you’re forced to look him in the eye.

“And the worst part? You didn’t even notice and that pisses me off.”

You don’t get a chance to answer because his mouth smashes into yours.

The kiss isn’t gentle nor slow. It's possessive and needy, pulling you closer like he doesn’t want you to slip away like you did before.

His tongue slipped past your lips, twirling and clashing with yours. Thank God no one can hear you with the music blasting because it's then you moan into his mouth, earning you a groan from him.

He finally breaks the kiss to look at you, his lips slick with a dark gaze.

“We’re leaving.”

He doesn’t wait for a response. Just grabs your hand again, weaving you through the crowd as he guides you away.

And you don't look back.

But if you did, you would’ve seen Bachira with his mouth hanging open, Chigiri shaking his head with a faint smirk, Karasu muttering “Jesus Christ” under his breath and Otoya kissing a random girl against a wall.

But you also would’ve seen Shidou.

Pushing past the crowd like he was on a mission.

A mission to get to you.

But it was too late by the time you slipped out of the club, Kaiser right by your side.

His mouth parted like he was about to call your name. But the words die in his throat.

The only words he’s able to mutter out instead are, “Fuck, not again.”

—𓆩❦𓆪

“Miyha! S-Slow down–“

“Fuck no.”

The second you stepped foot into the hallway of Kaiser and Ness’s dorm, he wasted no time in lifting you and pinning you against the wall. Not even bothering to take you to his bedroom yet.

Your legs are wrapped around his waist, your dress hiked up so you’re able to feel his hard boner rubbing against your now damp panties.

You can’t help but grind against him, your arms wrapped around his neck as you try your best to silence your moans slipping out your lips since Ness’s bedroom is close to where the both of you are.

“For God’s sake, Ness is probably sleeping…” You groan out against his mouth.

His lips trail from your swollen bitten lips to your neck, now grinning against it. “Then stay quiet, hübsch.”

His calloused hands have a firm hold under the plush of your thighs, keeping it secure there as he carries you to his bedroom.

He kicks the door to his room open and barely waits for it to close before tossing you onto the bed.

You land with a soft thud against the mattress, propping yourself up on your elbows, and staring at him.

Kaiser doesn’t give you time to adjust your hazy mind, his hands grab at your ankles before yanking you down at the foot of the bed.

He’s already unbuttoning his shirt, his eyes glued onto you as he slurs out, “Take the dress off now before I rip it off you,”

He didn't need to tell you twice.

You’re rushing to slip off the dress, accidentally snapping the strap off in the process. But seeing you in nothing but your black bra and panties wasn’t enough for him.

He crawls over the bed, in nothing but his boxers with his growing bulge on display. Effortlessly, he reaches for your bra strap before snapping it off, causing you to gasp out loud.

“Mi-Miyha? Why would you–?”

But he doesn’t stop there.

His breathing is heavy, ignoring a word you've just said while his next target is your panties and does the same thing.

A broken bra strap and loose panties were the least of his worries, flinging them away to the other side of the room to leave you completely bare in front of him.

His half-lidded eyes are on you, roaming all over from your perky tits to your slick puffy folds. You’re quick to avert your gaze elsewhere, your cheeks brightening the more you watch him and the more you could notice how his cock is throbbing profusely, just begging to be freed out of his boxers.

A raspy chuckle escaped his lips, instantly grabbing your face as he leaned closer to you. “Shy already, liebling? We’ve not even got to the good part yet.”

Even in a time like this, he still finds a way to act so cocky yet, it's attractive. He keeps your face smooshed around his hand while his other trails to your throbbing pussy.

“Want this pretty pussy to swallow my dick whole just like they swallowed my fingers that day,” his fingers now fiddle with your folds, causing you to gasp out. “You remember, right?”

Air gets caught in your throat, lips tremble while your eyes roll to the back of your head.

Of course, you remembered, how could you forget? He was so knuckle deep inside of you that day you were sure that you would’ve cummed all off his fingers if Ness didn’t interrupt the moment.

He lets go of your face, leaning further down your trembling body until he settles between your thighs. He slips his fingers out your pussy, sucking on each digit to savour the taste before yanking your thighs open wide.

“You have no idea,” his voice is low and raspy, his face mere inches from your glistening folds as he inhales the scent. “How long I've been thinkin’ about this”

He leans forward and flicks his tongue against your clit, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves. His tongue dips inside you

“Thinkin’ about eating this sweet cunt out, thinkin’ about stretching you out till you cry.”

He growls against your folds, the vibrations of his deep voice sending shivers through your body.

You desperately tug at his hair, the tips of his deep blue hair intertwining your fingers as you urge him to keep going and not stop. “Shit, Mi-Miyha, feels t-to good!”

The grip he has on your thighs tightens, his groans becoming muffled against your sopping pussy. His tongue never slows down with the way it plunges in and out of your tight walls, making your back arch on the bed.

He lets go of one of your thighs, reaching down with one hand towards his boxers. He tugs them down, just enough to free his large, throbbing dick that's been profusely oozing with pre-cum.

He wrapped his fingers around his thick length, pumping it slowly as he continued nipping at your bruised clit. “You gonna be good for me? You gonna let me use this pussy however I want?”

Your mind is spiralling, you’re trying to find the right words to say but you’re far too busy squeezing your thighs around him, rutting your cunt on his face.

“S-Shit! Right there–!”

“Focus, you needy little thing.”

You just earned yourself a firm slap on your clit. You hadn’t noticed when he pulled away from sucking your pussy since the impact of the slap was so quick. The slight sting he left caused you to cry out in pain and pleasure.

He continues to stroke himself, his narrow deep ocean eyes on you and decides to slap your pussy hard once again. The impact can be heard throughout the room alongside your groans and cries.

“Miyha! That hurts…” You trailed off, sniffling softly as you tried to scoot away on the bed.

But he doesn’t let you get far. He grips your inner thigh to stop you from moving. You swear that you can see him faintly smirking, like he’s getting off to the fact that he’s slapped your clit.

He tilts his head back, his hips bucking into his fist, trying to imagine your walls clamping down on him. “Just… answer me the first time and I won’t do that again, fuck.”

“Y-Yes! I’ll be good for you.” You trembled out, now breathing hard.

“Yeah?” He could feel his release building fast the more he jerked himself, his head leaning towards your pussy again to take your clit in his mouth once more. “And you’re gonna let me use your pussy however I want?”

You were too embarrassed to say the words so you frantically nodded your head instead. Kaiser could tell you were coming close with the way you gripped harshly at the bed sheets and your plush thighs trembling nonstop.

But he wasn’t about to let you cum, not yet anyways.

His tongue slips out your hole, his head leaning back to watch your face twist in frustration and that makes his lips curve upwards.

He grabs your hips and flips you over onto your stomach. Kaiser pressed his hands into the small of your back, pushing you down so your chest was flat against the mattress.

A yelp escaped out of you when he kicked your legs apart, exposing your dripping pussy to his hungry gaze.

It was taking everything within him to not cum at just the sight of your back being arched for him and him only.

His tall lean frame towers over your arched frame, giving your ass a sharp smack. He grounds his girthy cock against the cleft of your ass, letting you feel what was to come.

“Miyha!” You muttered out, grinding your ass against him to get more of a feel. “Please don’t tease–“

Kaiser gives you no warning at all. He notched his swollen tip at your folds, coating it with your slick before burying himself inside in one forceful thrust.

The pain is unbearable, stretching you out inch by inch that it forces you to stifle your cries. His head falls back, curses and loud grunts slipping out his mouth with him now fully inside you.

“T-Too big, fuck!”

“Heh, tell me somethin’ I don’t know.” He flicks his head back up to look at your trembling body since you’re nothing but a sniffling mess, digging your nails right into his bed sheets.

But his gaze lingers on your puffy folds swallowing him whole. And that's when he begins to start moving.

You still hadn’t adjusted to his size. He rocks his hips into your sensitive cunt again and again, setting a brutal pace that creates the sound of skin slapping filling the room.

You try to scramble away and that only pisses him off.

“Don’t you run away from me,” he growls out, tugging at your ankle before pulling you straight back to where you were before.

Kaiser leans over your back, blanketing you with his tall muscular frame. He grabbed a fistful of your locks and tugged your head back, forcing you to arch your spine even more. “Thought you said I could use this pussy however I want?”

The pain you were once feeling in your sopping cunt soon turned into pleasure but your voice was still trembling. “Y-You can! But–“

“But what? This pussy belongs to me. It’s mine and I’m gonna fuckin’ ruin it.” He snarls against your skin, his teeth sinking into your tender flesh, leaving nothing but bite marks.

His thrusts are unforgiving, punctuating his words with every harsh slam in your fluttering walls. His lips curve into a wicked smile, ogling at the recoil of your ass jiggling on his pelvis and your tight hole gets stretched, clearly still struggling to accommodate his girth.

Kaiser reached around and found your swollen clit, rubbing the sensitive nub in tight, fast circles. He pinched and rolled it between his fingers, causing you to whimper beneath him. The added stimulation was enough to push you over the edge.

He can feel your walls flutter around him profusely and that only makes him let out a breathy chuckle. “Fuckin’ take it liebe, can feel your greedy cunt tellin’ me just how close you are.”

Your body shudders at his words. Why did he have to be so right?

The bed creaks and beneath you, the headboard slams against the wall with each powerful thrust.

Your voice is raw and ragged as your orgasm finally came. Your pussy clenches down hard, your puffy folds rippling and grasping at Kaiser's cock as streams of your juices shot out of you, creating wet squelching noises.

Your body shook and convulsed, your nails digging into the sheets as you came completely undone. His orgasm was soon approaching, causing him to curse under his breath. “Fuck, gonna fill you up, gonna make you take every last drop of it.”

He buries himself to the hilt inside your spasming pussy. His cock jerked and throbbed as he emptied himself deep inside you, flooding you with spurt after spurt of his hot, thick cum.

He grinds his pelvis against your ass as he pumps you full, making sure that not even a drop of cum escapes out of you.

His cock still stays inside of you, twitching slightly but you’ve already collapsed on the bed. You're exhausted, your body aching due to the long position that you’ve been in and your eyelids flutter before they shut.

The only thing you hear before you completely pass out is Kaiser’s raspy chuckle, letting out a deep exhale before saying–

“You're so good to me, liebe. You're mine, this pussy is mine and everything about you is mine.”

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Right now, I re-watching the episode, but in Italian (I'm Italian, but I feel the obligation to watch it in English at first). I have many thoughts, but I do appreciate the effort. I like it, but after hearing the actors' voices, the Italian ones seem to be so "adult."

They are kind to hear them, like Grover's one (he's 24, so I guess having an "adult" voice is okay), but it's really strange. I still like it though, it's really good!

I'll also watch in Japanese, only because Lin Manuel Miranda's voice actor has literally his voice. For a long moment, I thought he dubbed himself in Japanese. Please, go hear it, I was shocked

Been watching Totally Not Mark’s One Piece review series and it’s making me wanna reread the manga from the beginning. I’ve only been reading since Zou and have been caught up since. Before that, I had only seen the anime. Also been thinking about rewatching the dub from where I left off there (Marineford). Like, I really want to but it’s such a huge commitment. Once I get caught up with Mark’s reviews I’ll start seriously considering it.

Yes, Mistress: Natasha Romanoff x F!Reader

A series of related fics following the relationship of the reader and her new Domme, Mistress Natasha, as they explore her sexuality and submissiveness.

Series warnings: sub/Dom dynamics, sexual themes, kink negotiations, explicit f/f content

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The Meeting -  The reader goes to a quiet café to meet Mistress Natasha in person for the first time and they talk through what she can expect from this new relationship.

Floating -  Mistress Natasha takes it easy for the reader’s first session to ease her into the release that can be expected from their time together.

Responsive -  Before their next session, Mistress Natasha picks out her sub’s outfit and then invites her to meet at the park. She rewards the reader’s good behaviour in the bathroom of a café.  

My Girl (Chapter 7 - Baldur's Gate 3 fanfiction)

Can I offer you a little bit of Shadowzel (+ baby) cuteness to brighten up your weekend?

Ship: Shadowzel

WC: 3,725

Warnings: None

You can read it under the cut or on AO3. Your comments and interactions always make my day! 🥰

A few months have gone by and she still hasn't chosen a name for her daughter, although the child has already been introduced to their group of friends. Everyone keeps referring to her as 'the baby' or 'the little one.' Karlach, who is ridiculously eager to babysit, jokingly calls her Lil'zel or Tadpole, which really irritates Lae'zel. And that's probably the reason why Astarion has started following suit; all she can hope for is that the nickname won't catch on. It's not the first time someone in Faerûn has compared her or her people to frogs and toads and, while she knows it's usually a humorous comment with no malice, she doesn't see the resemblance. Not to mention all the negative associations to the word 'tadpole'.

Shadowheart's parents, more practical, simply speak of 'their granddaughter.' Arnell has suggested a few elvish names and told them several times the story of how they chose Shadowheart's original one. He had a dream about a character from an old ballad named Jenevelle three days before Emmeline gave birth and considered it to be a divine sign. Unfortunately, Lae'zel has been sleep-deprived for tendays, so no way for the gods to inspire her like that.

Neither is it easy to think of anything when that tiny ball of flesh attached to her chest won't stop crying. She's been like this for hours without losing any intensity or getting tired. If she were a boy, she would name her Tropos, which roughly translates to 'thunder voice'. The sound drills into Lae'zel's ears and echoes inside her head, filling it completely. She's beginning to understand why the rest of the party used to protest so much about her sharpening her weapons at camp. Perhaps if she apologizes to all of them, even if years have gone by, the gods will stop punishing her.

The noise is so loud that it takes about three or four times until Lae'zel hears someone knocking on the door. Bouncing the baby in that carrier that has become an extension of her body, she rises from the couch to answer. It's Emmeline.

“Shadowheart has not arrived yet,” Lae'zel says, interrupting herself to click her tongue and make other sounds that are supposed to calm her daughter down. “The bakery must be busy today.”

“That's fine,” Emmeline replies. “I've cooked too much stew and came to bring you some.”

She points to the bowl in her hand. Lae'zel moves aside to let her in. Grateful though she is that her mother-in-law has been thinking of them, she wonders how they are supposed to eat all that food. Lately everyone who has dropped by their house has given them something edible, from Karlach's slightly blackened cookies to the basket of fruit from his orchard Halsin brought them all the way from Reithwin. They must have decided that they look famished.

No matter how much she shushes or pleads with her, the little girl won't shut up. It almost distracts her from the wave of shame in the pit of her stomach while she watches Emmeline try to find room for the bowl on the overpopulated counters. She has a lot of washing-up to catch up on, but the past three or four days – she's not sure what day it is anymore – have been rather hectic.

Luckily, Emmeline doesn't make any comments. No questions asked, she takes as many dishes as she can to the small water fountain in the patio and cleans them. A few minutes later, everything has been put away and the kitchen looks immaculate.

Meanwhile, the baby hasn't stopped shrieking.

“May I?” Emmeline asks, stretching out her arms to hold her.

Lae'zel is too desperate to hesitate. She lets Emmeline take her daughter and uses the moment to roll her shoulders and stretch her back, sore from carrying the child everywhere all day.

“I have tried everything,” Lae'zel tells her. “She does not need changing or cleaning. I have fed her, winded her, entertained her, sung to her, but she just goes on and on. And it is still too soon for her to develop teeth.”

Nodding sympathetically, Emmeline places the baby on the kitchen table. She studies her before removing one of her socks. A long brown hair, which definitely belongs to Lae'zel, is wrapped around one of those tiny toes. As soon as Emmeline gets rid of it, the infant finally calms down.

“How... how did you know?” Lae'zel blinks astonishedly.

“The same thing happened to Shadowheart once. I even took her to a healer, thinking she was ill. It was a different kind of crying from when she was tired or hungry.”

Lae'zel sighs. She feels so stupid. With all the time she spends with her daughter, she should already know how to recognize her needs. Gods, she even read something about how common hair loss is after giving birth and how often those loose hairs get caught in children's body parts. How could she forget? A hand pats her back tenderly.

“Hey, you're still learning,” Emmeline says softly. “Don't be so hard on yourself.”

She must be as transparent as the glass bottles she uses to store her milk. Looking on the bright side, the child is finally falling asleep, so she rushes to put her in her crib before she changes her mind. When she returns to the kitchen, the stew is bubbling on the fire.

“Thought you could use a meal,” Emmeline smiles as she tosses it with a wooden spoon.

As if replying in her name, Lae'zel's stomach grumbles. She hasn't eaten at all today, so she couldn't be more thankful when Emmeline hands her the bowl of warmed-up stew and sits with her while she nourishes herself.

“Poor thing, you look very tired,” she observes.

Lae'zel nods. She's indeed exhausted, but she shouldn't be. Yes, she hasn't been getting much sleep lately, but it's Shadowheart who gets up before the sun every morning to make bread and has kind words and touches for all the people she heals every afternoon. Every couple of days, Karlach comes over asking to borrow the baby for a few hours. She's trying to convince Minthara to adopt one of their own and hopes her brand new niece will help. Wyll and Jaheira have also babysat for them a bunch of times. Arnell and Emmeline check on them every single day; they've even adopted their two cats temporarily because they seemed to be jealous of the new addition to the family. Hells, even Aylin showed up recently, each of her twins in one arm, and took her for a walk so that the three little cousins could become acquainted. Lae'zel knows she should use those brief moments of truce to do the chores she's been neglecting, but there's so much to do she ends up getting overwhelmed and passing out halfway through them. She's still embarrassed about that one time she fell asleep in the bathtub when she was supposed to wash herself quickly and then repair the nursery window.

She should be way more efficient. Especially with all the help she's getting.

“I will be fine,” Lae'zel brushes it off. “Thank you for your help.”

“Happy to help, sweet girl.”

Not only is she an amazing grandmother and a loving mother to Shadowheart, but she also takes care of her. Lae'zel feels her eyes sting. How could she ever be half as good as Emmeline is?

“By the way, I'm making a new onesie for the baby,” Emmeline announces brightly. “It was almost done, but I decided to make it bigger so that it will last longer. They grow up so fast!”

True. When the egg hatched, she was no bigger than Lae'zel's two palms together. The green blanket could be wrapped around that minuscule body several times. Now she fills it rather nicely. A thin, dark layer of hair has covered her head. Her ears, which could have been mistaken for a half-elf's in the first few tendays, have grown considerably and developed a few indentations, much like Lae'zel's. And it's not just something physical. Every day, her child seems to be acquiring new skills. Her heart swells at the thought.

She's just finished her food – which feels as effective as a healing potion – when Shadowheart arrives home. As she takes off her jacket and hangs it by the door, Lae'zel can't help but notice how skinny her wife is getting. Her cheeks are sinking, and the dark rings under her eyes are not make-up. Even so, she smiles as she greet them both with hugs.

“I'm sorry we didn't save you any stew, baby,” Emmeline tells her. “We didn't know when you'd be here.”

“It's alright, Mama. We were running late, so I had a sausage roll at the bakery.” Shadowheart lets out a sigh. “Thank the gods I don't have any patients coming in today!”

That's good. Shadowheart has been working really hard lately; she has earned a quiet evening. Or as quiet as it can be. Hopefully, the little one will still nap for one or two hours.

“What are you going to do?” Emmeline wonders. “Anything enjoyable?”

“A bath!” Shadowheart exclaims. “My kingdom for a bath! I have flour everywhere, even in parts of my body I can't see. Then I'm subjected to the little princess's will.”

Lae'zel smiles. The affectionate nicknames Shadowheart gives their daughter are adorable. Emmeline looks between them both and stands up from her chair.

“In that case, I shall not distract you anymore. Those cats don't feed themselves. Have a nice evening, you two!”

No sooner has the door closed with a thud than Shadowheart gives Lae'zel a sweet peck on the lips. She appears to be in a good mood in spite of the long day at work.

“Need anything from me?” she wants to know. “If you don't, I'll go bathe right now before the star of the house awakes.”

Fortunately for them, they do get that well-deserved hour to rest and look after themselves. When the child starts calling, Lae'zel is relieved to know that she simply needs to be fed. Shadowheart comes downstairs while they're in the middle of it, a towel holding her dripping silver hair. There's a pensive expression on her face; Lae'zel believes she detects a hint of melancholy in it. Yet before she can question her about it, someone knocks at the door again.

“I'll get that,” Shadowheart says.

This time, it's Arnell standing on the other side.

“Hello! Mama tells me you're not working this evening, so I'm here to pick up my granddaughter.”

“She is eating,” Lae'zel replies, in case her bare breasts and the hatchling in her arms weren't clear enough signs.

“No hurry, of course!” Arnell holds up his palms. “I can come back in a few, or you can bring her over when she's ready. Just thought you both could use a break, from what Mama has told me.”

Lae'zel blushes. She must have looked terribly haggard if Emmeline feels that lending them a hand is so urgent. Her gaze meets Shadowheart's, who gives her an eager nod before responding.

“That'd be lovely!”

Although she trusts Shadowheart's parents almost as much as herself or Shadowheart, Lae'zel feels the sting of guilt as she hands the baby, fed and winded, to Arnell. She could use a rest, that's for sure, and some time alone with Shadowheart. Or rather, Shadowheart deserves some attention after how busy she's been since their daughter was born. The way she all but throws herself into Lae'zel's arms the second they're on their own says everything.

“An evening off and my beautiful wife all to myself! What more could I ask for?” Shadowheart sighs happily, resting her head on Lae'zel's lap.

“I am happy to be here with you too, my joy. What would you like to do?”

Secretly, she hopes whatever Shadowheart has in mind is not too mentally or physically demanding. Breastfeeding always leaves her feeling sleepy. Yet she will not show such weakness. She owes it to Shadowheart. Pressing her lips tightly together, she conceals a yawn and looks down at her wife, waiting for her decision.

“I... don't know,” Shadowheart thinks aloud. “Go for a walk, maybe? We still have a couple of hours of sunlight left.”

“It will have to be a short one. We should not stray too far from this area in case your parents or the baby need us.”

“You worry too much! The other day you wouldn't let Wyll take her home because you were afraid Astarion would eat her.”

“Feed on her, not eat her. He is still a vampire, is he not?”

“He wouldn't do that to us, and you know it.”

This time it is Shadowheart's turn to yawn. She squeezes her eyes shut with a barely perceptible wince.

“Are you alright?” Lae'zel asks.

“Yes. Just a headache. A tiny one.”

“My poor joy!”

Leaning forward, Lae'zel places her hands on both of Shadowheart's temples and presses gently with her fingertips. Her thumbs rub circles in the center of Shadowheart's forehead. The half-elf releases a hum.

“Feels nice. But you don't have to do this. It's not so bad, really.”

“Ssssh,” Lae'zel whispers. “You work so hard for us. It is time someone thanked you.”

“You seriously don't have to-”

Her words are interrupted by another yawn. She shifts a little, making herself more comfortable. Lae'zel's hands move to her scalp and massage between strands of silver hair. The cute moan she receives in return makes it absolutely worth it.

“If you go on like this,” Shadowheart says, “I'll fall asleep. And we'll never go on that walk.”

“Then we will go for a stroll another time, my joy. Just relax.”

It seems to be working. At least that's what the smile on Shadowheart's lips tells her. She covers them with her palm to hide yet another yawn. This time, Lae'zel can't help but replicate it.

“You're tired, too,” Shadowheart remarks, cracking one eye open. “I should be the one giving you a massage. Your shoulders must be sore after carrying her all day.”

“I am fine. Do not worry about me.”

“It's not fair, you know?”

Lae'zel can feel her eyelids growing heavy as well. Having Shadowheart there, completely frozen except for the slow rising and falling of her chest, is incredibly relaxing. She makes her think of their cats, how they'd remain motionless like statues while being petted.

It's only hours later, when Arnell's knocks on the door awake them, that they realize they've fallen asleep together on that couch.