Doki fics above, everything else below.

heya, thanks for checking out my shit. if you're reading this, you probably were browsing my pastebin looking for my doki stuff. luckily whenever i wrote my first piece for /ddlc/ i made two pastebins, one with a rough draft for it and one with the final. i decided to turn the rough draft into a bit of a buffer for organizational purposes, as everything below it on the list were lewdfics from another time and everything above it is dokirelated. the rough draft of 'of cupcakes and climaxes' is also below, but honestly there really isn't much changed between this and that. a few sentences changed for better flow, some grammar fixes here and there. you're better off reading that!

p.s. luv natsu

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It'd been a few years since your time in the Literature Club, you thought as you sat the poem back on the shelf. You remember that first afternoon fondly; your overexcited friend Sayori practically dragging you along after school to sit in on her club and see if you'd like it. Initially, you figured you wouldn't; the extent of your reading prowess being whatever shonen manga you were into at the time and the SparkNotes of the books you needed to read for class. Your attitude soon changed with a little motivation, though. Arriving at the class, you were greeted by several incredibly cute girls who all seemed excited to have a new member, and through the disappointment that would've ensued had you not joined and bribes consisting of the best cupcakes and tea you'd ever had, you signed up and began to take on the tasks associated with it. The first day was a bit frontloaded, with the purple haired beauty Yuri giving you a small novel to borrow, the ever cute and ever more so short Natsuki lending you a volume of a manga featuring even more cute girls, and the club president Monika assigning everyone with a poem to write for the following day. After going home and playing some games, you ended up reading the manga since the novel was a bit too dense for you to start out with. Finishing the volume up, you found your thoughts clouded by the moe, and your poem ended up being a bit cutesy. Shrugging and calling it a good attempt, you stuffed it in your book bag with the rest of your homework, and went to bed.

The next day, everybody shared their poems. It was a bit obvious that you were a beginner, but you were met with applause anyway. One of the girls in particular thought your writing was particularly interesting, being the rose-headed feisty short one. You liked her writing too; simple enough to understand, but also pretty flavorful. You talked with her about the manga, and after helping her rearrange her collection, you cracked into the second volume together over a cookie. The days would continue like this, some filled with laughter over the antics in the book, others with you reading in silence as she slept against your shoulder. You found yourself with a newfound purpose, a motivation you lacked before. A four foot eleven beacon of happiness, that you were content to just talk about stuff with while you teased each other. The other members of the club noticed you two, and either playfully joked to which she would get flustered, or left the two of you alone outside of group club activities. When the time came for the club festival, you and her teamed up to make some cupcakes for your stall, sharing a small intimate moment at your home. The day of the festival, you employed the help of Sayori to carry the cupcakes to school, ensuring her that your newfound relationship wouldn't damage your friendship. She seemed troubled, but held together. The festival went off without a hitch, and the booth brought in a few more members.

However, the original five of you stayed close. You learned quite a few things over the years of club membership. You learned to become a better writer and reader, sure, but you also learned of the problems your clubmates had. Sayori struggled with depression, but with the support of her friends and proper treatment, she was able to stave off thoughts of suicide. Yuri indulged in self-harm, and the four of you managed to convince her that speaking to someone about it would be better for her in the long run. Monika shared her views on the universe, that it was somehow strange and she felt she was the only real one. That was... interesting, and the other club members 'supported' her while brushing it off, but you felt she was onto something. In any case, you had also learned over the time that you and Natsuki dated that she had been abused at home. At first, you didn't know how to tackle this. You were angry at her father, and yourself for being unable to do much. After assuring you that it wasn't physical (ninety nine percent of the time,) you helped her as best as you could on your own, cooking meals at home to bring her at school and having her keep any extra manga at your house. You formulated and planned, as the years went on towards your graduation. Suddenly, it hit you. It was so simple; how did you not think of this sooner? One day, while on a date to the fanciest WcDonalds you could afford, you proposed your idea: living together after school let out! She was taken aback, understandably. "We'll be hardly out of high school, and with little cash to boot! I don't know if you know this, but you can't exactly pay for rent with vending machine money." You told her not to worry about it, and shared your plan. Your parents were landlords, and it just so happened they had a small place for rent on the edge of the town. If you started saving now, got a job, and asked for a bit of a family discount, you could probably make it work. At first she looked dumbfounded, then as tears began to fall she wrapped herself around you in a big hug. You returned it, running your fingers through her hair, holding her head under your chin, and letting her know it'd be alright. Through joyous sobbing, you thought you heard her exclaim that she loved you and that it was the nicest thing anyone had ever done for her. You explained that it was nothing for someone you loved so much, and continued rubbing her head as her sobs wet your t-shirt. That thing still has the stains of ketchup and tears, you think to yourself. Chuckling, you stand up and look out the window towards the snow covered town.

It had been a bit of a rough time, at first. Your parents were more than willing to help out, but you still had to juggle a job slightly above minimum wage with schoolwork, all while making time for Natsuki. Eventually, the fruits of your labor paid off in dividends, and not only were you making enough to afford rent, but with the reduced prices you could even pay the other bills! And get food! Wonderful! Meanwhile, Natsuki pursued the thing she knew best, and began her own job in a bakery in town, selling her own baked goods on the side to friends and family. With the extra income, you lived pretty easily. You still played games, you indulged in weeb shit and dates with your cute girlfriend, and you even got to see the other members of the Literature Club once a week for a book club. Life was good. Life is good, you think as you look over the town. Today was your birthday, your day off, book club, and the day you had long planned for. You took a small box from the shelf, and checking the contents inside to be correct, you stuffed it into the pocket of your pajamas. The recipient of said package wouldn't be home for a few hours, so you decided to stave off your nerves with the best hobby for a cold, snowy day; video games. You booted up one of your favorites, hopped into a chat with some online friends, and announced the days itinerary. They congratulated you, and after some nervous thanks, you whiled the hours away with them. It seemed like no time at all before you got a text, stating "hey come outside :) i need ur help with sum stuff pls <3". With a hasty goodbye, you threw on a jacket and some shoes before stepping out into the cold. There, in your slightly beat-up car, was your love Natsuki, bundled up in a puffy winter jacket and a scarf. She popped open the door, and hopped out, almost slipping on the driveway. Balancing herself, she opened the back door of the car, and grabbed out a bag before turning back to you.
"Yo, you gonna come help me with this stuff? I know it's your birthday but that doesn't get to excuse you on being a lazy bones!" She said in a teasing tone. You oblige happily, trudging through the snow to grab the bag. She grabs another one, and slams the door shut. You lead the way and hold the door open for her before following her into the house. Once inside, the two of you set the bags down in the kitchen, and exchange a hug before she begins to shed her outer layer. Once done, you notice that she's wearing the same clothes she was wearing the first day she came over to your house, that long sleeved top rolled up her arms and that pink frilly skirt. Was this a deliberate thing for your birthday? She is pretty thoughtful, it could be, you think. Your heart flutters at it, and she notices you staring before coming over and wrapping her arms around your shoulders, pulling your head down for a smooch.

"Hey, I'm gonna get started on some cupcakes. You gonna help?" You ask if helping make your own birthday cupcakes was really something that should happen, and she laughed.
"Well, usually not. But I think in a case like this, it's a bit different, ya know?" She definitely meant the outfit as a throwback. You tell her how cute she is, to which she rolls her eyes and blushes.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Get to getting the ingredients out, cupcake." If anyone else had bossed you around on your birthday, you wouldn't be so receptive. But something about her spoke to you, and thus, the command worked. You set about doing things much like the first time you baked for the festival with her with her taking care of the batter, right up until the icing. You expertly whisked it with one hand, tilting the bowl as you did so.
"Hey, not bad! Way better than before." She scoops up a bit with her finger, and tries it. Her lips curl into a smile, and she lets out a pleased sound. "Waaaay better than before." You got to scoop a bit out for yourself, and her hand stops you. However, you're not so easily dissuaded. You push with all your might, and grab a bit on your finger. However, this time, you deliberately flick it against her cheek. She looks at you with a slightly quizzical look, before you lean over and give her a peck, licking off the icing as you do.
"Oh, real clever, loverboy." She smirks, and scoops up a bit more, before placing it on your neck. You look down at her, half expectantly and half wondering, before she steps up onto her tippy toes and begins making out with your neck. Her dainty tongue running over it, her mouth suckling on it, and the warm breath coming from her nose all add up to getting turned on real quick. You ask her if she wants to take it to the other room, when a surprising amount of force pushes you down and onto the floor. Suddenly, you're on your back, and she's on top of you, straddling your stomach.
"Nah, we're good right here. The oven's already preheated, and I feel like something's about to go in it, honey." She giggles with a mischievous smirk, showcasing that strange yet cute fang. If there's one thing you love more than getting your neck macked on, it's euphemisms. Your whisk turns into a rolling pin, and the short succubus begins to grind her petite ass against it as she moves her tongueplay to your mouth. Dancing over each other, your tongues intertwine in bursts between kisses. Suddenly, she sits up on top of you, looking down with those all-too-familiar bedroom eyes.
"Hey." You respond with a hey, and she bites her lip with her fang before her demeanor turns to a teasing one. "I wasn't joking about putting it in the oven, you know?" You nod, and reach downward toward the fly of you pajama pants, before she swats your hand away.
"No, your birthday cupcakes! How about, uh, you go ahead and put those in and I'll head on to the bedroom. There we can take a little..." She traces your chest with a nail. "... break from baking. Get me?" You nod again, and she stands up, before walking off down the hall. You watch her as she goes, her small frame swaying with every step. She may not have much, but she knows how to make it go a long way. You stand up, and get to work pouring the batter into the tray. She unknowingly played into your hand, as you'd planned to use one of these cupcakes as a method for delivery. You take out the box, and open it up, revealing a small ring with a rose colored jewel. You stash the box, and take the ring, embedding it in one of the cupcakes-to-be, and cover it up with more batter. Making a mental note of which part of the pan it was in, you slide the tray into the oven, and set the timer. Twenty minutes should be plenty of time, you think as you head off toward the bedroom.

You're greeted by nothing, oddly enough. At least, until you step into the bedroom and a cloth is quickly pulled over your eyes.
"Hey, I've got a surprise for you. No taking that off, okay? Just follow my lead." You give a short laugh, and agree. She takes your hand, and leads you to the bed, before pushing you onto your back and raising your arms above your head. You wonder what's going on as you hear the swishing of metal, and then feel something lock into place around one wrist. Then, the other. Then, your legs. The blindfold is taken off, and you're greeted to that all-too-familiar petite frame, clad in white lingerie. The gradient between the lingerie, her skin, and her hair is stunning, and you get lost in her smile for a moment before you snap out of it.
"Hey, remember that thing you asked me to do a few months ago?" You think back to anything relevant, and come up with an offhanded joke of a remark that you'd like to see her try to dominate you. Oh, your lips manage to let out, before she giggles to herself whilst climbing your body.
"Obviously I'm not, uh, big enough to hold you down, so I had to get some help. Hope that's okay, dummy." She says, slightly nervously. Your expression alone says it's more than okay, but for reassurance you verbally and physically let her know too. Your member is now at full mast, pitching a tent in your pajama bottoms, and she feels it as she rests on top of you. Her grinding from the kitchen comes back in full force, and you try to resume make-outs, but she stops you. She seems to be trying to stop you from getting all that you want, but it's not too long before she gives in and takes your mouth for her own. After a few moments, you feel her begin to rise, not upwards in regards to the room, but in regards to your body. Her face peels away from yours, and soon enough she is sat on your chest, her crotch merely inches from your chin.

"Ready for dessert, honey?" You weren't quite sure. You hadn't done something like this before, but you sheepishly agreed. May as well try those tips you saw on the internet, and the thought of her waiting for this moment to try something like this was pretty fucking hot. "Good." She raised herself up slightly, and moved her body over top of your face, resting her clothed crotch near your lips. She let her weight down, and once settled nicely against you, began to rock back and forth. You poked your tongue out as she did so, pressing her panties against her sopping wet slit. She moans and coos on top of you, continuing her motions as you lap at her. Looking up, you see her face softly contorted in pleasure, her body moving in waves back and forth as she rocks. You begin to moan too, the act giving you pleasure even though you're not currently receiving any stimulus. This causes her movements to become more fluid, her eyes looking down towards yours with a look of pure, unadulterated love. Suddenly, she rises off of you, and slides her now soaked panties off. She gets back over top of you, swaps a few kisses, and then positions her pussy back over your face. However, this time she's turned around, and as you get to licking she bends down and begins to play with your cock through your pants. At first, she just massages it with those tiny hands, but soon enough you felt a wetness through them as she licked and prodded it. Time to escalate, you thought as you parted her lips with your tongue and pressed inward. Eliciting a moan and a shudder, she returns the favor by pulling your pants down and taking your head into her mouth. You begin all the tricks you know of, making a zipper pattern, drawing letters, teasing her clit. It seems to work, as she basically humps your head as she pumps your other head in and out of her mouth. The feeling of pleasuring her like this while also getting pleasure in return is amazing, and you find yourself thrusting upwards despite your bonds to try and get that extra little bit in her mouth. You feel her moans on your cock, reverberating down to your balls as she massages them with one hand and supports herself with the other. Suddenly, the moans stop, and her thighs tighten around your head. The pressure on your cock lightens as you hear a pop.

"Oh, shit..." She quivers, rocking against you harder and harder with each passing moment. Her moans grow louder and louder, as she reaches down and continues to jerk off your dick.
"Oh, fuck, fuck, yes!" Her entire body quakes as your head is squeezed between her thighs, and she screams. After a moment of intense orgasm, she collapses onto you, panting. A sharp tone pierces the air.
"Fuck!" She hops off of you, and runs out the door. You sit confused for a moment, before realizing. Fuck, the cupcakes. Had it really been twenty minutes? You sat, hard as a rock, and waited for her to come back. After a few minutes, Natsuki returns, still bottomless.
"Alright, that was fun, but I'm done with this act. Here." Retrieving the key off your bedside table, she undoes your restraints, then flops down beside you, her hands behind her head. "Now fuck me, dork."
You're not one to turn down such a nice offer, so you rise up and get between her legs. As you do so, she wraps them around your back, and you feel her heels near your spine. You reach down, and grab your pole, then guide it towards her entrance. You intend to just tease her a bit at first, but her surprisingly strong legs pull you towards her. You give in, pushing your shaft inside her in one go, and fall down towards her before catching yourself. You look down at her beet red face, her eyes full of pleasure and love, her mouth quivering. You wrap your arms around her body, settle her head under yours, and begin pushing in and out. Your speed fluctuates slightly, but remains around a medium pace, allowing you to enjoy her body without going fully primal. Her moans, her tight body, her nails and heels pushing against your back all push you closer and closer as you make love to her. While her head underneath yours and her breath on your chest both feel great, you decide to end this in the best possible way. You push up a little and break the link her arms have on your back, to which she's surprised. Your hands grab hers, and press them against the pillows. You have to crane your back oddly, but it's worth it as you move your head to meet hers, and lock lips with her. Your pace slows as you feel yourself getting closer and closer, and you explore each other's mouths with your tongues. You pull away from her mouth, and look deep into her eyes. You proclaim your love.
"I love you too, honey!" She half yells, half moans. You let her know that you're close, and she tightens her legs around you. "Do it inside! Give me it all, dummy!" With a few more powerful thrusts, you hit your limit. Your dick erupts inside of Natsuki as a loud moan escapes you, your entire body shuddering from the mindblowing climax. It would seem that the feeling of this set her off as well, as an even louder moan of pleasure is emitted from your love, and she clenches you both inside and out with a mighty force. You lay there, emptying inside of her and enjoying the afterglow. You fall over to the side, wrapping your arms back around her and basking in each others presence. You find yourself drifting off with her in your arms, tuckered out from the experience.

"Hey! Wake up, dummy!" You're startled awake by the sound of Natsuki's voice. She's standing in the door frame, dressed in her previous outfit with a slightly anxious look on her face. "The book club is in, like, an hour and we don't have these cupcakes finished! We've still gotta put the icing on them!" Shit, you'd completely forgotten about the book club during your encounter. You hop out of bed, and slip on some normal clothes. You race to the kitchen, and see Natsuki icing the cupcakes and putting sprinkles on them as if they were birthday cakes. Cute! Looking at her progress, you notice the cupcake with the ring hadn't been decorated yet. You insist on decorating the rest, and after a bit of convincing, she goes to tidy up the living room and get it ready. You make all but one in the same pattern, but upon reaching the ring one, you knew there was something special you had to do. Going to the cabinet that Natsuki keeps all her baking supplies in, you find what you're looking for; little candy bits to decorate with. Coating the cupcake with white icing, you stick the bits on so as to make a kitty face. A rough approximation of that first cupcake that she had made for you, the first day you were in the club. Satisfied with your work, you plate the cupcakes, and take them into the living room. She inspects them, and is pleased until she comes to the kitty one.
"Oh, ya just had to make one like the first one you had, huh?" She smirks. "God, you're so cute, ya big softy." Not as cute as you, you say. She blushes, rolls her eyes, and sets the plate onto the table. As that happens, there's a knock at the door. The two of you walk down the hall towards it, and as you do, you grab her hand and give it a slight squeeze. You look over at her, and she's smiling sweetly. You find yourself smiling as well. She opens the door once you reach it.

Sayori arrived first, as usual. You let her know not to eat the kitty cupcake, as it was special, but to help herself to the rest. Her and Natsuki went off into the living room together to chat while you waited for your other guests. Not long after, Yuri arrived. She set to work making tea in the kitchen, using supplies she left over for club nights. Monika arrived shortly after her, apologizing for being late. You assured her it was okay, and the two of you joined the other club members in the living room. You sat next to Natsuki on the loveseat, and the other girls took the couch. You discuss the book of the month, some novel about pirates that Sayori picked out, and as the night rolls down it devolves into chitchat about how things were going. Sayori reaches for another cupcake, and finds that the kitty cupcake is the only one left.
"Hey, I know you said that one was special, but could I pleeeease have it?" She pleads. You laugh, and say it's actually for Natsuki.
"You sentimental dork! Guess I'll have it now." Natsuki laughs as she hits you in the arm, a bit harder than one could call lightly. Sayori looks dejected, but you assure her that you'll make some more for her and she goes back to beaming. Natsuki takes the cupcake, and begins chowing down. You look at her with a warm smile, hiding the nervousness building inside of you. Suddenly, her face turns to one of shock as a bite doesn't quite go all the way through. She pulls her mouth away from the cake with her teeth still clenched, and pulls out the ring with her fang. Looking down at it, her eyes go wide. The other girls match, with Monika and Yuri silent as Sayori lets out a soft 'yooooo!' She looks toward you, and you pop the question. Her eyes well up, her mouth opens dropping the ring into her lap.
"O-of course you dummy! Yes!" She hugs you tightly and buries her head against your chest, muffled sobs of happiness drowned out by the vigorous applause the other club members are giving you. You nod in appreciation, before pulling her away from you. You take her tiny hand, and grabbing the ring out of her lap, you slip it onto her finger. She looks at it, and starts bawling again, shoving her face back into the mess of cupcake icing and tears currently on your shirt.
"How did I get so lucky to be with someone like you?" You decipher through muffled sobs. You clutch her head and stroke her hair, and let her know it was because of how she was. Because you are the cutest, and the greatest, you say. You rattle off memories and things about her you love, all while she clutches you dearly. Because you, you say.

Because you.