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simpjaes · 3 months

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enha is desperate horny losers 🔛🔝

i know you probably didn't ask for this but idc

hyung line being desperate and horny

warnings: one mention of piss, virginity loss, mdni

★ heeseung:

sure, he can be desperate. an utter mess, really. eyes empty, cock so fucking hard just looking at you anytime you're around him. as if you don't know he wants you, him knowing you fucking do.

you tease him so aggressively and it pisses him off knowing he can't have you. he's not allowed, or some shit. fuck bro code. he could give less of a fuck that you belong to sunghoon right now, by next week it'll probably be some loser like jake or something.

never him though, for some reason.

he's so tired of going home all alone, fucking his fist right up against his apartment door because he can't manage to make it to his own bedroom before needing the touch. so desperate for you. so goddamn horny out of his mind that he genuinely thinks he might just fucking kill himself if you don't spread your legs for him for real within the next three minutes.

always trying to lure you, always always always wanting you to break before he does. after all, anyone can see you want him too. you just like to play games and he's sick of it. perhaps he's willing to lose this time, if just to get your legs spread around him.

it wouldn't really be a surprise to you by the time you make your way to his place yet again, in that same outfit that you know drives him up a wall. you know you're walking into a lion's den when you step inside. he's already hard, staring at you with narrowed eyes.

"you know exactly what you're doing walking through my door dressed like that." he'd comment. "you think i won't do it, don't you?"

you'd laugh. you'd brush him off. you'd ignore every passing comment thinking you can still tease him, thinking you can still walk away like you're doing nothing to him at all.

it's not a game to him at this point though, because he made himself very clear throughout the day with little comments. little aggressive touches. little degrading remarks. and by the time you think you're safe to leave? oh, no no.

"where do you think you're going?" you'd hear him rush up behind you. "i told you."

he did tell you, and you still stayed.

"Sunghoon's going to kick your ass for acting like this, you know."

"Still trying to make fucking jokes?" He'd rumble the words in a tight voice, slipping his hand straight between your legs from behind and feeling the mess you hide from him time and time again.

"You always this soaked for me or did you just piss yourself in my kitchen?"

"Sunghoon-"

"Fuck Sunghoon." He'd say as if it's the last words you'll ever hear. "This-" he grabs your cunt, his fingers pressing your panties into your hole. "is for me, isn't it?"

☆ jay:

it's not even embarrassing anymore. with the way you know jay wants you and you still pretend like he doesn't. like this friendship is normal and not at all filled with an immense amount of sexual tension.

like you didn't makeout with him at jake's party last weekend, whispering drunken words over what you'd let him do to you.

honestly, it wasn't anything more than a simple friendship before that happened. he isn't sure whether to curse the strong drink or thank it.

you've acted like it never happened since that night but he, oh, he can't stop fucking thinking about those filthy words you whispered up against his ear. "come on, jay, all those study sessions? i keep my legs spread just enough for you to slip your fingers down-" and "could take me to the bathroom right now and do whatever you want."

he's pissed that he didn't do it. then again, you were drunk and so was he. he probably wouldn't have been able to make his way to the bathroom that night without crashing his head through a wall, in all honesty.

oh, but now. as he sits during another study session with you plus two other people who could give less of a shit. you were right in saying you always keep your legs spread for him. he never noticed it too often before, but considering he can feel your thigh pressing against him? maybe you really do want him to slip his hand down. maybe you really do want his fingers.

goddamn.

he hasn't gotten his dick wet in months.

still, you act like what you said at that party never happened at any other time. still, you sit like you hope he remembers it. and, well, he's desperate enough at this point to at least try. right there in front of the group.

his hand slips to your thigh, and his brain is no longer focused on formulas. instead, he's entirely in his head about the little shocked jolt your body does in response. he almost pulls his hand back but he can fucking feel your skin prickle under his palm. it's enough to keep his hand there, petting up, up, up.

his hands are shaking when he looks at you, cock twitching and weak in his pants just like his brain every time you make eye contact with him. you spread your legs a little more as he looks at you, urging him to keep going. unfortunately, the poor guy looks like he's holding back due to the, uh, situation regarding the two other friends in the room.

you're quick to jump up on your feet. fucking finally he's picked up the hints.

"i'm going to the bathroom." you say as you lay a hand on his shoulder, only directing the words towards him at first before looking up to your unsuspecting study group.

jay isn't going crazy right? that's an invitation, right?

and, well, he doesn't fucking care at this point to make himself look a fool. he stands up before you even close the bathroom door and dead-pans at the poor souls about to hear him lose his goddamn mind on you.

"I'm gonna, uh, you know-" he starts, pointing his thumb to the bathroom and watching the curious onlookers swap their faces to something that is...knowing.

"yeah." he admits now, standing with a proud hard-on and rushing his way straight the bathroom and opening the door.

There you are, already up on the counter with your pants fucking gone. He's so fast to slot himself between your legs, not thinking twice before attaching his lips to you in a desperate attempt to quiet his thoughts.

"took you long enough," you'd chuckle into his lips, feeling his desperate hands fucking tear your panties off of you before sliding in without so much as a moment of foreplay.

you both were anticipating this though. and god, did the wait make it feel so much better.

★sunghoon:

sunghoon will never defeat the allegations of being "too polite". which fucking sucks because no girl will come for him unless they're looking to get married within the next six months.

god, it's such a fucking issue. his scene isn't exactly to go out and hunt for girls to fuck but at this point he might just have to. fuck all those people who talk so highly of him. (literally, if he could at this point.)

"oh! sunghoon is such a good guy! he'd be the perfect boyfriend!"

"don't even waste your time trying to sleep with sunghoon, he's too serious to play around like that."

"he's too nice to fuck you the way you want, really, go for someone like heeseung."

because of all that praise towards him, he hasn't gotten laid in close to a year. no party he's attended has yielded results, no study sessions with pretty girls even when he tries to make a move, no pussy is willing to spread for a man who seemingly would treat it right.

fucking rude.

"jay, please."

the roommate rolls his eyes, grimacing at the very idea.

"why her?" jay shoots back, holding his phone so tightly, all while sunghoon grips his wrist as if he's gonna rip it clean off his body.

he needs that fucking phone.

"you said she was a real slut, i need this. please. I won't even clean her up after."

jay can see the desperation in his eyes, though he didn't entirely need to considering his roommate has been parading around with a desperate boner for the better part of six months.

"she's my ex girlfriend." jay scolds, ripping himself from sunghoon's grasp.

"exactly!" he shouts back, trying to plead his case. "she had like, what? six dicks not including yours when she was with you? why can't I just-"

"what makes you think i'd help you now after saying that?" jay rolls his eyes again, but he knows well enough how it feels to have heavy balls and no girl to empty them into. "anyone but her."

sunghoon's eyes light up when he looks at his friend, and it's not even a full ten minutes later before he's got a list of potential fucks recommended by jay himself. sunghoong does have to ignore the hateful looks after the fact, but decides he'll just apologize later for...you know, trying to go for jay's ex.

why he didn't do this sooner though? well, he really thought he'd be able to get some girls to come to bed with him on his own by now, unfortunately, he's grown far too pathetic to keep trying on his own.

jay's truly a great friend. just yesterday sunghoon was jerking off a solid eight times just to satiate the need and now he's got four of the six girls texting him back.

god, he was so gross about it too. barely even introduced himself, just sent a selfie and a small line of "been looking for a pretty girl to hang out with, jay say you might be interested."

going from 0 choices to 4 choices felt insane, honestly. sunghoon nearly cums in his pants at getting a "yes" from the prettiest one. and it only took an hour for him to hear jay greet you awkwardly. like he didn't have his dick in you just last week.

and goddamn is it great for him. he barely lets you into his room before his hands are just fucking....going. straight up your shirt, his lips go straight to your neck, cock immediately on your thigh and pulsing.

you're not too upset about it, really. you both knew what this was gonna be, and there was a reason you didn't wear panties. then again, who would? you saw his selfie, that alone was enough to get you to meet him pretty much anywhere.

and that desperation in him really showed. it bubbled up in the form of frantic, hard, fast thrusts. he chased and chased the pleasure, not at all giving you much love through it. not that you needed it, the guy gives good dick. It's all you can really ask for during a hookup.

and he keeps going, and going. so much cum to give, so much stamina. to the point that after the second session of sex, he starts to feel more like himself.

the sex gets better, less frantic, and he's more careful about how he's already made you sore. his hands are softer, he starts talking, he starts playing with you, appreciating you for letting him use you previously.

and by the next morning, not getting a single second of sleep, you're shocked when he asks for your number. you're even more shocked when he texts you later that day with more appreciation, asking to go to fucking lunch.

and that's when sunghoon realizes all those nice rumors about him are fucking true. because why the fuck does he want to make you his girlfriend without so much as learning your favorite color?

☆ jake:

jake loves you. he loves you so, so much. your virginity was never an issue, truly it wasn't.

emphasis on wasn't.

when he asked you to be his some two years ago, it wasn't an issue. a year into the relationship, it got a little difficult but he communicated that to you well enough. to the point that you were more than happy to compromise and offer a little bit of something to him. you got plenty out of it too, of course.

so, for a year now he's been surviving off of dry humping. that's it. just...grinding, humping, and messy jeans. time and time again, he knows it's all he's gonna get but fucking hell you're so...

god, you make him so horny. and perhaps you being just out of reach sexually only amplifies that but he can't help it at this point. sure, he cums every time you guys start grinding and kissing but more often than not you'll find him secretly in your bathroom shortly after with wet palms trying to stimulate himself in a way that he really needs.

in a way where he isn't rubbed raw and in pain the next morning.

he doesn't want to push. he won't push you. after all, you said you'd tell him when you're ready.

at this point, as he sits in his room sliding his palm up and down his sore length, he's unsure if you'll ever be ready and he's faced with the fact that he isn't sure if he can spend his life with someone who would never want him to-

his eyes roll back at the thought of all the things he'd like to do with you. for you. fuck, you'd look so pretty getting off. and it's the fact that even as he lays here thinking of you like this, he can't imagine what your tits would look like because he hasn't fucking seen them. he can't imagine what your pussy would feel like because he's only ever felt it over a thick layer of pants.

have you ever even gotten wet? if you had, he's sure you would've wanted it by now.

and so, he cums like that. very very upset. a very bad orgasm. one that didn't satisfy him in the slightest and one that definitely won't help him last through this fucking sleepover he has with you tonight.

he's unfortunately right about it too. because not even an hour passes before his cock is leaking against his pants and he's having to keep from moaning just from a simple shift of his leg as he walks around your apartment.

you note his difficulty in being around you today, and you're very aware of his hard on.

"jake, do you want me to sit on y-"

he groans before you can even finish asking. the sound is more frustrated than he's ever sounded towards you and it kinda...makes you feel bad. mostly because it's not like you don't think about it. you very much want to experience your first time with him. unfortunately, you've kind of had it hammered into your head that sex=bad. so, you've been a little afraid of it. though, after all the dry humping and stuff, orgasms aren't....so bad.

they're great, actually.

"no." jake answers you shortly, avoiding eye contact with you probably to keep his own sanity as he flops down on your couch. "i just need to cool down."

you walk over to him, unaware of how literally anything you do makes him want to push you to the floor and just fucking........take it.

"jake, you know you can ask. just let me sit on it." you offer, trying to straddle his lap for another session of not-enough.

"no, no." he pushes you away from him, moaning at the small pressure you did manage to press against him. "i think i just need, like, more than that right now. i'm gonna go to the bathroom."

and he does. he doesn't even kiss you before he stands up and makes his way in there. his tone sounds so focused on something that isn't you that it actually kind of hurts.

and this whole time you know he masturbates but you're never aware that he does it when you're here. he blatantly admitted to needing to go do it himself instead of letting you??? what the fuck??

and it kinda clicks in your head that like.....why is it that the fear of all that sex suddenly disappears when you think about the jake is probably going fucking insane right now? he's possibly losing interest in you, even. oh my god, what if he's going to go find someone else that'll ....

you rush to the bathroom, finding the door locked. you press your ear against it, feeling a pang of jealousy over nothing more than his own hand.

you hear the slapping of it, his palm hitting the base at a frantic and desperate pace.

you knock once. "jake?"

you hear him moan, the slapping only intensifying.

"jake, open the door. please?"

and he doesnt. he finishes before he even considers looking at you again, more for your own safety at that point rather than his own sanity. after all, had you of walked in and looked at him in the midst of a lust-stupor...well...

anyway, he opens the door and looks at you out of breath. instantly that softness is back in his eyes and you're already aware that it's time for a fucking talk. a make it or break it talk.

and hours pass as you talk. you explain, he explains, and you come to realize that jake truly is a person willing to do just about anything for you. he'd suffer for you, he'd lock himself in the bathroom just to cum so he doesn't have to ask you over and over again, just so he doesn't have to beg you or guilt you.

that's all it took really, to want to give him everything he needs too. two years of close to nothing and you never once realized how badly he needed it until now?

and the fear isn't there when it's with him. you see him struggle with his control when he finally sees your naked skin for the first time. you know he wants to go fucking insane on you but he knows he can't.

and he doesn't. he shows you that all those fears were useless. nothing hurts. his fingers are soft on you, in you. his tongue is warm and loving when he uses it all over you. and even when he slides into you for the first time, he contains himself. shushing you, letting you adjust, and then not needing to lose his mind because you do it for him.

working him about as quickly as he would have for you, never once did you realize how much you needed to feel full while enveloped in his arms. he just let you too, sliding back and forth, wiggling around on his cock with no rhyme or reason to how you move.

it feels so fucking good for him. to see you, feel you, watch you, fuck you. god, if he knew just this morning that this is what he was missing?? on god he would have had to tie himself up to just keep you safe from the lust that would've poured from his soul.

thankfully, he doesn't need to be tied down now. not with your legs practically doing it already, moaning for him, asking him for more.

he loves the words he truly thought he'd never be able to hear you say. honestly, all he can do is let you go insane, as if you've been the one needing this for the past two years. after all, now that it's happening, he's sure he'll have you like this again if the way you move your body on him is anything to go by.

#enhypen smut #heeseung smut #sunghoon smut #jaeyun smut #jongseong smut #sim jaeyun smut #jake smut #jay smut #hardthots

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mikaleialt · 8 months

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Little Moments

Bada Lee x JR!Reader

Synopsis: viewers of the new season of Street Woman Fighter couldn't help but notice the interactions you have with the leader of BeBe on each episodes, which made them concludes that there is something going on with you and Bada.

Cw: none. fluff. not proofread

You and Bada met each other when you were chosen to be one of Kai's back up dancer for his first single.

From that, your relationship blooms and now here you are in Street Women Fighter 2. But unfortunately you are going to battle each other since you are the 6th member of the international team, Jam Republic.

Viewers and other teams were shocked when they saw you in a different since you got quite the recognition too when you worked with Bada before, so they thought you'll be on team Bebe.

Ep.1: Bebe's Team Evaluation

Everyone has speculated that maybe there have been a bad blood or some kind of drama between the two of you, but as fans watch every episode, they start to think other wise. One fan had decided to compile all your moments with Bada.

When Bebe first appear at the Fight zone and watched their evaluation video. Your reaction when you saw Bada on screen was deemed one of the most iconic reaction by fans.

"OH MY GOD! SHE'S HERE?!!" You said as you quickly got up from your seat and starts jumping around.

Your team looks at how adorable you are.

"Y/n looks so excited" Latrice commented as you nod your head really fast.

"I DO! HOLY— wait I can't cuss on the show.." you sat down next to Kirsten.

As Bada's performance video starts playing, the camera focus on you and your star struck expression as you watch her evaluation.

"God, she looks so sexy— I mean she danced really good" You said as your team starts laughing at what you said.

Bada, when watching their evaluation video, couldn't stop smiling whenever you appear in it. Almost like the bad feedback her team got from other teams were forgotten.

Fans quickly take note of this as they saw how you and Bada react to each other.

Ep.1: Jam Republic's Entrance & Team Evaluation

You were the last group to arrive in the Fight zone. You are so excited. You're team had agreed to have a pink and white motif, so you showed up to the fight zone in this outfit.

Everyone has been anticipating your team's arrival so when they saw you guys walking down the stairs, all eyes were on you.

Muttered comments about yours and Audrey's looks were heard once you entered the fight zone, which made you smile.

"Oh look at Y/n"

"She looks like a doll"

The camera focuses on your face as the members of Mannequeen make comments about your looks.

The camera then pans to Bada, who is looking at you in awe, and can be seen gulping hardly as she looks at you.

"Why do she—they look so pretty" Bada said as she never took her eyes off of you. Her team members laugh at their leader who is making it way too obvious about her and Y/n.

The video started playing and almost every comment you received was just about your pretty face.

Until Bada came up on the screen.

"She really is pretty, when I first met her a while back, I thought that Kai is collabing with a female idol." Bada chuckles in the video.

You instantly hid your face in your hands, trying to hide the fact that you're blushing after receiving the compliments.

You received the harshest comment out of all your crew.

"Y/n? She's just a pretty face. I wouldn't even classify her as a rookie or a beginner dancer"

"She's just their team's mascot"

"Honestly if she wasn't Kai's backup dancer, she probably wouldn't be here now."

You didn't mind the criticism, but Bada sure did.

The camera once again shows Bada who has her tongue poking the insides of her cheek once again.

"Look at how pissed Bada is"

"Y/n must be Bada's really close friend for her to be this mad when Y/n received those comments."

"No but like... look at how Bada is staring at Y/n, you can't tell me she's not down bad for Y/n"

Were just one of the few comments the viewers made when they noticed this interaction.

Ep.1: Bada vs Redy

When Bada was chosen as Redy's 'No Respect Dancer', you instantly stood up from your seat and even climb up on it just to get a better view.

"Not Redy, but Soobin. You are still an 8th grader to me"

Your jaw literally drops to the floor when you heard what she said.

"She is like a gangster" Ling tells Emma who pointed out to Y/n "Look at Y/n's reaction." As the two giggles.

Once BBHM started playing for Bada's turn, you already know that this battle is slready over.

Bada teases Redy by standing tall closely to her, which made you squeal at how cool she looks like.

Even the other crew are enjoying your expression.

But that's not all, when Bada decided to thrust her hips before grinding on the air, you are literally gasping for air at how loud you are screaming.

"Oh dear god, I'm gonna faint~" you said fanning to yourself as you watch Bada pull her shirt up while the paper in on her mouth.

Audrey kept laughing at you and even Wolf'l Yeni Cho agrees with you.

From then on, people started shipping you with Bada and has always been on look out for some crumbs as they adore how you two interact with each other.

A/n: so I decided that this will come in parts too, so for each part is a moment from an episode. Here you go @orionandwonderland. Anyway, I hope yoh liked this bit. I might add a "Reader's no respect dancer battle" scene too for this part. I'll probably just post it in a seperate post.

#Little Moments (Bada Lee Au)#bada lee fanfic #bada lee x reader #bada lee x y/n #bada x reader #bebe #lee bada x reader #street woman fighter x reader #swf2 x reader #street woman fighter 2 #swf

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worksby-d · 2 years

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Pairing: dilf!Andy Barber x babysitter!Reader

Summary: Andy offers to drive you to a halloween party after babysitting for him, but you get distracted before you can get there.

Warnings: Age gap (Reader is in her 20s), Andy’s imaginary younger kid that I made up to make the plot work, car sex, blowjob, fingering, creampie, 18+

Word count: ~2,000

a/n: Changed this prompt to be for Andy at the last minute because I miss him soooo much 😣💕 I’m sorry to the Ari girlies. I’ll make it up to you, I promise 🫶

Part Two

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Skipping down the steps, you're in your own world as you quickly gather your jacket and shove the rest of your clothes into your bag, heading toward the kitchen to wait patiently for Andy and Jacob to get home.

Andy had texted you earlier today, asking a last minute favor of you to watch his youngest daughter while he and Jacob had a father-son evening. It wasn't like the Barbers to have not asked weeks in advance, but they're like a second family to you at this point, so you couldn't say no. But you do have plans to get to once those two are finally back.

Sending Andy a quick text, politely asking for an ETA since he wasn't sure before, you jump hearing his phone ding from just a couple feet away.

“Never mind,” you chuckle, walking into the room and seeing them both standing there already. “Sorry, I didn't hear you guys come in.”

“That's alright,” he laughs. If you aren't mistaken, you swear he does a double take after his eyes land on you. And you kind of hope that’s the case for a different reason, but he's probably just trying to decipher your costume. “We just got back. Figured you were putting the princess to bed, but maybe you were playing dress up..?”

“Oh, no,” you giggle. You know he's joking as he gestures to your outfit – a white skirt, white cropped tank top with thigh high tights, white heels, and a halo on your head to match. “I have a Halloween party to get to, so I was getting ready since she fell asleep early.”

“I didn't know you had plans tonight, I'm sorry–”

“No, it's okay.” You can’t let him apologize. He didn't force you to say yes. “I'm always happy to help out. I have a friend coming to pick me up though, so I'm just gonna hang out a while longer if that’s okay. This is kind of out of their way.”

“Well… Tell them they're off the hook.” Your confusion must be evident. “I can give you a ride,” he explains. “Yeah, Jacob’s here now, so I can leave for a bit, no problem.”

“You don't have to–”

“It's the least I can do.”

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It's a quiet ride at first. You spend the first couple minutes trying to come up with some small talk. You've always talked to his wife more than you have to him, so you're not coming up with much.

As if he can read your mind, he takes it upon himself to break the silence.

“Laurie and I separated.”

Is this his idea of small talk?

You have kind of been wondering though since it was Andy who contacted you for once and since she wasn't at the house when you got there. Plus, you wouldn't admit it to anyone else, but you noticed his missing wedding ring.

“Just felt like I owed you an explanation for the last minute need for a babysitter today. It's my weekend with the kids, but I didn't want to let Jake down, so…”

Glancing at him beside you, there's a sadness in his eyes–very clear as they're lit up under each street light you pass–and you wish there was something you could do for him.

You're not sure what to say honestly. Your initial reaction is scoffing an astonished, “her loss,” but you figure that's probably the wrong thing.

“Oh…” You let your solemn tone fill the quiet for a second. “I'm sorry to hear that.”

You don't leave it at that though, instead punctuating your words with a daring hand resting on his leg.

His heart races the same as yours at the contact – But while yours does so out of nerves awaiting his reaction, his is a result of not having felt such a gentle touch in so long.

As your touch lingers, he has to resist his impulse to drop a hand from the wheel and take yours in his.

For fear of misreading your movement, he just grips the steering wheel tighter, trying his best to not dwell on what’s probably nothing.

You watch as he shifts slightly in his seat, gauging his reaction to your subtle advance. When he doesn't pull completely away or ask what you're doing, you assume you're in the clear.

Seeing how far he'll let you go, you slowly move your hand higher up his leg, gently brushing your fingers along his inner thigh.

He's trying to keep his composure, but you hear the hitch in his breathing as your touch gets closer to where he's secretly wishing it would go.

In an instant, he’s slowing the car down, and you smirk to yourself as he veers to pull over on the side of the road.

It's a dark one, nearly silent save the rustling of what's left for leaves on the trees as a few gusts of wind blow by.

He lets out a deep sigh when you take your hand away from him, finally looking toward you to search for any signs that he's gotten the wrong idea. But you're unbuckling your seat belt and leaning over to undo his too.

“You look so sad,” you whisper. “I can make you feel better.”

Your eyes meet his as you move closer to him–as close as the center console separating you will allow anyway.

“Yeah?” His voice is low as he watches you kneel on your seat, putting a hand back on his leg to hold yourself up.

“Uh-huh,” you hum, putting an end to his anticipation as your hand slides over the crotch of his jeans, palming against his cock. “If it's okay with you…”

His head falls back against his seat, a groan escaping his lips, when your fingers work to undo his belt and move his pants out of the way, ghosting over his hard dick.

“Go ahead and show me, pretty girl.”

He moves his seat farther back so you can comfortably take up the space between himself and the wheel. You can't contain yourself, eagerly replacing your hand with your mouth, taking as much of him as you can before softly gagging.

“Oh, fuck.” A breath gets caught in his throat. One of his hands gathers any hair from falling on your face, while the other rests on your upper back to keep you down. “You're good at that.”

Lifting your head, you let out a small laugh before sinking your mouth back down on him. Hearing him pant above you, you can't help but squeeze your thighs together in attempt of some sort of relief, no room to slip your own hand between your legs.

Andy catches on though, his leather seat squeaking each time you squirm. His hand on your back glides down to your ass, finding that your skirt is conveniently short enough to just flip up and pull your thong aside.

Deft fingers expertly find your clit, already slick from your dripping arousal.

He tsks, “All this just from sucking my cock, babygirl?”

Your whimper quickly turns into a moan as he pushes a finger into your sopping pussy, legs already trembling from the sudden intrusion.

“You're a sensitive one,” he chuckles.

You have to come up for air for a second, resting your cheek against his body while your hand takes over, slowly stroking his hard cock.

“Andy–” Your voice trails off, all words forgotten as he continues thrusting a second finger into you.

“Keep going, angel. I've got you.”

Taking him back in your mouth, nothing but lewd noises fill the car. An involuntary thrust of his hips makes you gag again.

With tears threatening to spill from your eyes, you have to push off of him for a breath again. And as tempting as it is for him to fill your pretty mouth, he doesn't force you back down this time.

He pulls his hand from between your legs, eliciting a whine from you as he kindly smoothes your skirt back into place.

You have to sit up slowly, but once you're steady, you swiftly clamber into his lap, straddling your legs on either side of his.

“Woah, eager,” he teases, putting his hands on your hips to support you. He has to reach up to remove the halo from your head though so it doesn't get ruined pressed against the roof of the car. “I usually take my time with people I like.”

Attempting to ignore the heat that flushes across your face following his words, you let out a shy laugh. He can't help but notice how breathtaking you look – the glittery makeup on your eyelids and cheeks reflecting the bright moonlight peeking into the dark vehicle.

“My friends will wonder where I am.”

“So…” He smirks. “Another time then?”

“Another time,” you nod, breathless again as you lift up and begin sinking down on his cock.

“Shit–”

“Andy–”

You sigh in unison.

Feeling a breeze across your damp forehead, you’re reminded of the windows you kept cracked for air. You drop your face to his neck to muffle your moans, afraid of being too loud.

It doesn't take long for you both to teeter on the edge of your highs after working each other up. He can feel your legs quivering against his own as you continue to ride him.

“Can feel you're close,” he grunts, gripping your hips to help you move.

You cry out, quickly grazing your teeth against his neck to quiet yourself as he fucks you deeper, clit bumping against his pelvis each time you come down.

“Fuck, sweetheart. Give it to me. I wanna feel you cum.”

He's got you in the palm of his hand at this point, you'd do anything for him. Your orgasm washes over you as an intense heat flooding your body. It leaves you trembling in his arms, biting down where his neck meets his shoulder to keep yourself from screaming his name.

“That’s it,” he breathes, working you through it as he chases his own release now. “Good girl. ‘m right there with you. Gonna leave you full of me for the–for the rest of the night.” He stumbles over his words. “No one will suspect a thing from the girl dressed like an a–angel.”

“Please,” you choke out, wanting, needing, to feel him. “Andy–”

Your pleas are cut off by a low growl in your ear and his arms tightening around you to keep you still as his cock twitches, release spilling deep inside you.

Letting out a shuddering breath, your body goes lax against him. The rise and fall of his chest as he works to steady his breathing is the only thing you can feel for a few moments.

“You with me, Y/N?” He chuckles, albeit still a little out of breath, as he checks on you.

“I think so,” you laugh and let out a sigh before finally lifting yourself off of him.

You instantly feel his cum dripping out of you, but he's a man who sticks to his word–quick to push it back in with two fingers before adjusting your panties back into place.

Your cheeks burn and you avert your eyes from his, whimpering at the obscene act. But your eyes fall on his neck, littered with evident bite marks outlined by your shimmery lip gloss.

“There's glitter everywhere,” you giggle, bringing your thumb up to try to wipe some off of his skin and his t-shirt. “I'm sorry.”

“Hey, don't worry about it.” He shrugs, but tries to get some that's misplaced off your face too though. “Let's get you to that party, sweetheart.”

. * ✦ . ◍ ∘ . * ✦ ‧ ∘ ⊹

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duckchu · 7 months

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Duckyyyy, I seriously need a change from the KDA!reader stuff going around, could I mayhaps beg of you for anything romantic with whatever heartsteel boy you feel like writing for with a Pentakill reader?

(I seriously recommend listening to Pentakill if you like old metal, I can also help give a brief description of Pentakill if you need it)

-🎃

While Pentakill is (musically) my least favourite band from lol, I'm a Sona main and a Mordekaiser simp, I know them by heart, 🎃 (this sounds way more threating than it was meant to lmao) (and I do not know them by heart, I just love Sona and Mordekaiser and would very much enjoy being stuffing to a sandwich if they're the bread if you know what I mean

And you know what? I'm feeling like writing them all so enjoy my lovely pumpkin

Also sorry for kinda insterting Battle Academia Yone in there but I couldn't stop myself

Enjoy 🖤

(mmm wife gif)

Kayn

You're a hottie AND you're in THE Pentakill? He was instantly hooked on you when you two met

Though you weren't as keen on him, thinking of him as just another fanboy

After some time of him bugging you and trying to impress you as much as he can, you warmed up to him

Eventually landing yourself into a relationship with him

Everyone in both bands thought you two were just a short phase

But then the public learned about you

And my god, was it a storm

Especially since everyone suspected you were dating someone...more like you

But you two are still going strong

He loves your style, especially if your outfits include some chains (he's a kinky man what can I say)

Though he also enjoys your style outside of the stage, no matter how much it differs from your metal queen image

Honestly he just loves when you look happy

Probably wrote a few songs about you, which he will never show you, since he thinks you're too cool for love songs

Aphelios

Honestly? Wasn't interested at the beginning

You're from Pentakill? Ok, don't care

Honestly you were the one who fell first

He had no idea, untill he noticied you telling Sona you thought he was cute using sing language

After that he started noticing you in his surroundings more often

Especially if you wore tight clothes

I mean he's not a pervert, but you look really good

Finally Alune made him realise he's in love

Oh shit he is

So after some time to gather courage he goes in an confesses

Thought it wouldn't be a problem to do it in front of Kayle, since why would she know sing language

SHE'S IN THE BAND WITH SONA TOO FUCK

He may be stupid but you still love him

But rumours spread fast

So next day the press was on the asses of both of you

Honestly doesn't care. He loves you and that's what matters

Though the rest of Heartsteel might care

Oh well

Yone

You two met before Pentakill was even a thing

So he isn't intimated by you being in the band

He's actually very happy for you

Though he does miss the days when you two were just teenagers and could hang out more frequently

Especially since now you usually were with the band or touring

I mean he was happy with you

But he might not have gotten past his little high school crush on you

Ah, the old days, when he thought dying his hair pink would impress you

Now he knew he just had to tell you that he liked you in that special way

You two might have lost some time, but now you have plenty of it to make up for it~

Ezreal

Him? With you? Nooo, this had to be joke

A joke so good Karthus spilled his morning coffe out laughing

Oh wait, you actually were? Oh shit

No one ever thought the intimidating metal diva would be with someone like him

Everyone was sure he would be dating another popstar to break up after a week

But it's been half a year since the news broke out and you two are still going strong

He loves seeing you on stage

You're so...

He secretly wants you to step on him and call you mommy

But he can hold back

For now

Sett

Holy shit

The hottie from Pentakill

And him

It's like a dream come true

Although he is worried what his mom will think

She doesn't care

As long as you treat him well, she will welcome you with open arms

Sett loves how ferocious you are

He finds it so hot how intimidating you look on stage

Especially since you have such an effect, even against Mordekaiser and Yorick, who look...well scary

K'Sante

Won't tell you that, but you inspired him so much

He just loves when you mix up your stage style and home style

Like wearing just a normal blouse with that gorset belt? You look great!

He of course loves you for so much more

For example how you always take care of him

Turning into a big softie whenever he needs your help

Or the way your eyes light up when you see in the crowd at a concert

Though the music is not his taste, he will do anything for his partner

He won't admit it, but in the depths of his files there's a whole set of outfits he designed for Pentakill, inspired by you of course

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seaweedrain · 4 months

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I wanna go off about Pentious and Cherri because I adore them

I saw a post in the cherrisnake tag explaining how the whole night club scene felt a little OOC, and I totally agreed! Until I thought... Is it? I agree with the person who wrote the post (here is link to post) that Pentious seems like the kind of dude who would be asking for her fathers permission to court her! I've honestly wanted to write fanfics just like this back when the pilot came out, he really does give off those types of vibes!

I feel like the first few gestures of buying her a drink was him being gentlemanly! But again, like the person who wrote that post said, the mans probably got a lil buzzed, lettin the drinks talk as he moved forward with his Rule Of 3 comedy moment! Again, I fully agree haha! However, I do think another side of his personality was showing during this moment!

Sir Pentious has a desire to be accepted by those he admires! He wants the V's to see him, he wants other Overlords to notice him and his work! He will act like them if necessary! He's hip and cool! Or at least he really thinks he is! That club was Cherris scene! He was invited out by her! He had to act like her! Right??? That would impress her, RIGHT?! Asking her to do things with him that didn't seem... like him? She'd like that, right? That's what she does! She brought him there, after all (only because Charlie told her to, but he never thought he'd make it this far!)

After talking with Charlie in those last few episodes (in the background), the girl probably gave him sound advice to be himself as he tried to confess to Cherri. Being like Cherri didn't work with flirting with her (altho I personally, think she thinks he's a cute silly), so he might as well be himself. Someone who isn't trying to fight with her and "enemies/arch rivals". As he fumbles and runs away, it does look like she's a little sad he didn't confess, although I've seen a few argue that she just looked confused. Even after Angel told her she could hit that, in my personal opinion there was a hint of sadness.

In the fun facts, it says Sir Pentious died in the 19th century. I know he's an inventor, but the fact that he wears a generals outfit makes me wonder if that was him just... Being a silly lil guy thinking back to his time where he could have been high up in the ranks for war, or if he actually was! How much has he been through in life? Was he unable to confess his love before dying? I went to the wiki and couldn't find any information, although even if there were, I'm not sure how much I'd trust from wiki or how much of the info might be considered outdated now that the show is actually out!

The idea that he knew he was risking his after life, about to double die, he didn't want regrets about confessing to Cherri, especially after failing to the night before. Whether he had a similar experience in the living life or not, I do adore that Sir Pentious was able to be himself at least somewhat. Cherri was clearly charmed.

I do see him as a character that would try to court her over time, something I could DEF write a slow burn about! But I do love that he was written as someone who WANTED to get these feelings off his chest! Maybe if he could have, then he could have woo'd her like a proper gentleman! Maybe if we had a longer season, we could have seen more of that. His different attempts, trying to act like others thinking that'd impress her. Not fully aware that being himself was actually the answer all along. Yes, being himself was in a 'life' or death situation and it PROBABLY wasn't exactly how he could have wanted it to go down, but he was nonetheless, able to confess. Not pretending to be someone he wasn't. Yes, he agreed he was out of his mind, but he was being crazy for sacrificing himself! There wasn't time to think, he just had to do. There wouldn't be regrets. He was doing this for his friends, for her, in hopes to keep them safe or buy time.

So I do wish he took his time with her. Was able to flirt, court, and awkwardly confess at his own rate (figuring out he didn't have to pretend he was just like her and could do everything she did, fumbling it lmao) I could see how someone could think this was a ship pushed too quickly and out of the blue- maybe if there was more time in the season it wouldn't have seemed that way! I'm biased, I've been shipping them since the pilot! However, with the screen time they did get, I think it was written well!

And who knows?! There are theories he will lose his memory now that he's in Heaven, he will have lost his memory (which would be VERY sad, but I also adore the drama). I've seen posts where Charlie goes up again or Emily reaches out and they find out Pentious is there! I wouldn't be surprised if Emily remembered The Rizz Master who failed to flirt with a girl 3 times in one night at a club. I do fear Sera is going to do something to him, prevent him from doing anything as the news sinners can come to Heaven shouldn't be known or smth idk... But, I like the opportunities for Cherri and Sir Pentious that they may have in the future!

For all Cherri knows, right now Sir Pentious is double dead! The shipping possibilities are endless with him now being in Heaven! I saw a cute post about them writing letters and sending them to each other via Charlie. I could see Pentious writing this long, elegant letter with a reply of "LMAO XD RAWR" and him LOVING IT!

I'd love to know others thoughts, I just wanted to ramble about them.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel spoilers #sir pentious #cherri bomb #cherrisnake #long post #rain rambles

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project-sekai-facts · 9 months

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Is it me or are the new outfits simpler? Like old ones had a lot of tiny useless details all around, the new ones look "cleaner" in comparison. It's not bad I kinda like it but it definitely feels weird

Before we start I just wanna say that I kinda critically analysed the costume designs instead of you know. just talking about the details. cool here we go

Yeah aside from VBS they all feel so. Plain, I guess? MMJ’s outfits probably the worst instance, imo they felt more same-y than before and I get they’re an idol unit so they were gonna be uniform but there’s something off. It’s the blue, I get that it’s probably a nod to the blue penlights, but using green or their respective image colors would’ve been better I think. You can barely even see Haruka or Shizuku's image colors on the skirts. Honestly I don’t think the accessories are that bad, they’re pretty cute and fit the group, though the costume being so plain outside of them just makes it look like there should be more. the thing is the outfits aren't the same, they have different skirts and shirts like the original it's just the fact that they all have the same color scheme and similar-enough accessories that it makes the differences less noticable. their image colors should've been the primary or secondary color not the tertiary color.

Leo/need I can get being more uniform, it goes with their whole thing, and I liked how there’s still a lot of details to differentiate them and give them personality. Honestly their original color scheme was pretty basic but making their image colors the secondary colors instead of of the primary colors of their outfit? it just wasn't it. honestly it wouldn't be too bad if the grey wasn't such an ugly color it looks really bad. if they'd gone with black or a much darker grey for the blazers it would've looked so much better and made the accents stand out more. also, the lack of accessories... i get they're more "professional and mature" but their outfits are quite boring, especially next to Miku's. If all of them had a big star armband like Honami or even had a bigger star buckle anywhere (like on a belt) it would look a bit nicer.

WxS was an improvement from Leo/need maybe? The outfits are definitely the most detailed so far, and they had a lot of personality. I like that they kept the original theme of character types (Rui being a villain, Nene being a fairy, etc), and it's not hard to tell what role each of them are meant to be (except emu but it wasn't obvious what hers was in the first place). I think Tsukasa's fits his personality quite well; he plays hero roles so he has a prince sort of outfit, he's the leader so he's got the sash, and he usually dresses very smart. it's very plain though, definitely could've done with brighter colors on the accessories, and maybe keeping the belt charm. also the jacket and trousers being the same color without much to separate them and balance it out doesn't look great. emu and nene's are both better, the color palettes are really nice and their outfits aren't plain holy shit. Emu's fits her personality really well - just by looking you can tell she's a fun and positive person. Rui's is probably the one i'd say is best out of the bunch. I know we can't see the front but the asymmetry and use of black in the color palette makes it stand out a lot and really adds something that the others were lacking. it's a very good villain outfit as well.

N25's were simple, but managed to actually pull it off. they didn't feel really plain compared to some of the other units despite actually being pretty plain. their outfits were always dark, and that hasn't changed, but making the colors more murky adds an extra layer to it. the addition of the flower patterns really adds something to take away the plainess of the original outfits, as well as adding relevant symbolism. Mafuyu's especially stands out being the lightest color and being the most ragged. It tells you she's different, she appears bright and perfect at first, but when you look further down, she's damaged. The image colors could've done with being a bit brighter maybe but other than that these are pretty good.

VBS outfits are actually really good. There I said it. They're able to feel cohesive as a group while still managing to reflect the individuality of each members and not be plain. The outfits fit their personal styles really well, Kohane's more girly, An's more cool and mature, Akito's sporty and active and Toya's more smart but still has the street look. Despite their outfits looking totally different, you can tell they're a unit because of the reddish-pink accents on all their outfits and also using white as a unifying color. i know i complained about the white making the other outfits plain but it's far more balanced out here and isn't as in-your-face. it isn't like MMJ and WxS that have white as their main outfit color. With VBS it's just one white item of clothing: Kohane's sweater, An's cargos, Akito's hoodie and Toya's tshirt. it's incorporated in a very natural way and isn't overly prominent. their image colors and other colors are used just as much in the outfits to balance it out. they have the best balance undoubtedly. even the accessories, they aren't big and there's not a whole lot of them, but the outfits already have a lot going on so they don't need to be complex, they're just there to add something extra.

There’s too much white.

#asks #mod talks #sorry

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neverchecking · 1 year

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Could I please ask for Sub!Four with hypno kink? Poor guy has too many thoughts in his head with the Colors... But Reader wouldn't mind taking them away for a bit of fun ;)

You absolutely can! Subby boys are my jam!

What are the personalities of the colors? Like I can't find it anywhere and I'm trying to be very strategic when writing four that I don't have to include them right away-

ANYWAY-

(I'm currently out of town so I'm posting my stocked drafts. I'm not ignoring my asks or the reblogs I wanna add to, I'm just not near a computer where I can answer them properly.)

Smut so 18+, MDNI

Smut CW: Hypnosis, Sub! Four, Dom! Reader, AFAB Reader

He was going to need to re-evaluate the amount of trust he put in you.

Honestly.

This might've been pushing his limit just a bit. He probably wouldn't have even considered this should he have not been so enamored by you. He wasn't even sure the absolute chokehold you had on him was enough to keep him on his place on the bed.

"My jewel, you know I would never doubt you-" Never. Never in a million years. He would follow you to the ends of the Earth. "But, are you sure about this?"

This was insane.

You nodded happily nonetheless, weaving a delicate gold chain around your fingers. The clock hooked to the chain swung hypnotically beneath your hand, picking up a steady tempo as it rocked back and forth. It entranced him, making his eyes follow it's every move--despite all the voices screaming at him to do otherwise. To pry his attention away from the pendulum and instead focus on you. But this was what you wanted. You wanted to see if you could hold his ever moving focal point on one thing. You wanted all of his attention on you and you alone.

And while he never wanted it to be on anything other than perfect, divine you, it was a struggle to get everyone's attention on one place. One would be off, worried about enemies lurking in the trees. Another would go off on tangents about how beautiful your eyes were and how he could get so lost in them within moments. Another was reminding him of all the ways you had been whimpering beneath him, crying for his every move. Another was cataloguing your outfit and every bit of it that he could mend or better or-

It was a lot getting everyone's attention on one point.

You figured this may help in the very least. And whatever you wanted, he would give. Anything at all. If you wanted someone slain in your name, it would be done. If you wanted the kingdom of Hyrule to fall before you, it would just be a moment. If you wanted to strip him of his will, to make him nothing but a mindless servant for you to use?

Your wish is his command.

The clock kept his attention as he felt his raging psyche gently melt away. One by one, each of the colors settled into nothing, their voices shutting down and falling away. For the first time in a long time, there was silence around him. He didn't even notice you pulling the watch away, settling it down before you were gently cupping his chin with a hand.

"-ear me, my love?"

You were asking him something. Could he hear you maybe? Either way he nodded. It was all so blissfully quiet. All he could see was you. Everlasting, exquisite, paradisical you. Treating him like fine glass, you touch was never anything more than positively featherlight, gently tracing the lines of his jaw and neck.

He nodded slowly. It felt like someone had laid a blanket over his busy mind, clouding it in a layer of pure mindlessly feeling. He could feel the cotton of the blanket beneath him (Why were you sleeping with something so rough? He would need to replace it right away.), the give of the pillows stationed behind him (Those were too flat, you deserved only the best.), even the feeling of the mattress beneath him (It was so firm. How would you be expected to sleep soundly when it felt like a freaking rock beneath him?! How had he never noticed this before?!). Things he never would've thought of before were now jumping out at him only to flit away in the blink of an eye.

Anything he previously found issues with simply fell away at the feeling of your touch on his leg. It started at his knee, igniting a fire in it's wake, before trailing up his thigh and towards his pelvis. His entire being lit up, nerves firing to life, sending impulse after impulse to his brain, overloading it with just the knowledge of you. The way you smelled, the way you felt, the way you were so close he could feel your breath against his shoulder as your fingers brushed along his shaft.

His nerves clenched, as if to jump at the action, but the action never came. No, instead, he laid there limply. Morphing himself to your every whim.

It was different, to have someone else take the forefront. Even when one of the colors was in charge, he was still there. With this, he was completely giving himself to you.

And what better way was there to show his absolute devotion to you?

He couldn't think of any other way. Actually, he couldn't think of any thing as your fingers wrapped around his shaft, thumbing the head of his cock to spread the bulbing precum down the skin.

"-hats it, Link. Just let me do the thinking for you."

He'd let you do anything to him. Absolutely anything. You could say jump and he'd say how high.

His entire body was yours to use and manipulate, anything you so wished.

Your hand moved, making his thighs tense in anticipation. Some sort of whine left his lips as his every sense was overloaded with just you. His muscles coiled like a viper, tight and poised to snap at any moment. His eyes burned as tears collected in the corners of his eyes, feeling too overstimulated to do anything but without any of the relief of release.

It was nothing but pure pressure building in his gut as you sped up your ministrations. The coil was tightening further, and further just begging to snap and give him any form of release. He would take anything at this point but he would never dare disobey you.

"Cum for me, Link."

The coil snapped as his hips bucked up to meet your hang, thick, viscous strands burning like magma against his skin before cooling enough he gave himself goosebumps. Flashes of white blinded him from behind his eyelids as he jolted and cried, fat pearls of tears trailing down his cheeks as drool shined against his lips.

Everything was abuzz, his skin feeling too hot to the touch, as you retracted your hand. A part of him wanted to beg and plead for your touch once more, but another part knew that it would do nothing but burn his nerves wit overstimulation (He'd leave that for another day).

The first thing that came back to him from any of the colors was one simple thought.

'Holy Shit, dude.'

#linked universe #linked universe x reader #yandere linked universe #yandere linked universe x reader #linkeduniverse #yandere legend of zelda #legend of zelda #loz #link x reader #cindersins #yandere four #yandere lu four #yandere four x reader #yandere lu four x reader #lu four #lu four x reader

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parkkiablah · 7 months

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Matchmaker - pt. 3 (Rolan x Tav)

part 1 part 2

You were enjoying a quiet day at home, a cup of tea in your hand and wearing your most comfortable outfit. It felt strange to you to have such a peaceful day. The Absolute defeated, the people you grew close with over your travels living their own lifes now, while some of them are nearby, some others are not and it feels foreign to you, being alone again.

It wasn't like you didn't enjoy it, still it had a feeling to it you couldn't really put into words.

A knock on your door pulled you out of your thoughts and you walked over to the door opening it.

Your mind had made up a few people who could be here visiting you, but it never would have guessed for Rolan to stand there. He looked nervous, avoiding your eyes as much as he could.

"Oh, I wasn't expecting you Rolan.", you said surprised.

"I'm sorry to come by unannounced.", he responded, looking down to his feet, visibly uncomforable. "I wanted to ask for your assistance on something."

"Come on in then.", you say and he steps inside your home, awkwardly standing in the middle of the room, taking a look around. "So, what is it you need help with?"

He sighs.

"You probably noticed that Cal and Lia can be very.. persistent, when they have an idea on their mind.", he started explaining, looking at you, waiting for your reaction before continuing.

"I was already sure of that back at the grove, when they were convincing you to stay with the other tieflings.", you said, amused by the thought of it and remembering how annoyed he was for you to side with them. Honestly it was probably the best choice for all of them.

"Oh how I hated you for agreeing with them." He smiled at the thought, his opinion on you obviously had changed a lot. "So, they have set their minds on something and I do need your help getting around that. They keep bothering me with it nearly every day and it's getting in the way with my studies.", he said. His eyes were avoiding yours and you swore his ears and cheeks turned an even darker red.

"I'm always glad to help, count me in.", you said. After all, having a chance to spent more time with Rolan didn't seem like a bad deal.

"You're already agreeing, before you even know what I was going to ask of you?", he said, shaking his head in disbelieve.

"Oh, right. Go ahead then."

"So.. I uh-.. I want you to act like we are dating, so they leave me alone with that topic.", he said and he did seem like he just wished to disappear.

You just stood there for a moment looking at him. He wasn't serious, was he? It kind of made sense to you, the last time you had met Rolan, his siblings basically dragged Gale out of the tower just so you were alone with Rolan.

You did like him, it's not like you were put off by the fact he wanted you to act like you two were dating. The fact that actually put you off was the part where you were just pretending. But would it be so bad to just pretend? At least it might feel like you are one step closer to actually dating him.

"Okay, I'll do it.", you said.

His eyes wide and landing on you now.

"Oh.. I wasn't expecting you to actually say yes.", he admitted.

You couldn't say no. It probably took a lot of courage for him to even ask for your help generally.

"Well, you asked for my help and I am not someone to deny it.", you force yourself to smile at him.

"I mean, we don't have to do that forever, just for a while so they stop getting on my nerves."

You gulped down whatever feeling it was that made you feel like saying you can't do that.

Of course he wouldn't act like he dated you forever, why would you feel so disappointed because of that?

"Of course, that's fine. So, what should I do?", you asked him. After all you agreed, so you need to play your role in this act.

"Uh- I haven't thought about that, but I guess holding my hand and something like that will do?", he said. "Do you want to come visit me at the tower tomorrow?"

He was looking at you, he seemed happy you had agreed to helping him. His gaze on you, waiting for you to agree.

"Sounds good to me, honey.", you said, hiding your emotions behind a smile. You weren't sure what you got yourself into, but there was no turning back now.

"Great, I'll see you tomorrow then.", he had avoided his eyes when he heard you call him that. He would have to get used to it very soon if he wanted this to work out.

#bg3 #bg3 tav #bg3 rolan #rolan x tav #rolan x reader #rolan

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ask-sibverse · 7 months

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T1D Reader- Halloween Party (Bad Sanses X Reader)

I was hoping to get this out yesterday but shit happens. Halloween costume probably looks like this. Honestly while doing Killer and Horror is so much fun, this time it's Dust's turn.

Note to self: never underestimate Killer's persistence. When that skeleton wants something he can be incredibly stubborn about it.

And what he wanted was for everyone to get a "day off" to celebrate Halloween. Why? You weren't sure at first until you noticed all the sexy costumes pulled up on his computer.

Note to self: never underestimate Killer's persistence. When that skeleton wants something he can be incredibly stubborn about it.

And what he wanted was for everyone to get a "day off" to celebrate Halloween. Why? You weren't sure at first until you noticed all the sexy costumes pulled up on his computer.

But you agreed to come along, if only to keep Killer out of trouble. Cross seemed to agree for a similar reason, although you weren't sure why Dust came along. Horror was staying home, which made sense. A party would probably be hell on his sensory issues.

Killer somehow managed to talk you into a fairly revealing "witch costume." You were just hoping it wouldn't be too cold in the AU you were going to, although Killer probably wouldn't register it was too cold for you.

Lazy ass usual, Dust was just using his knife as a "serial killer" costume. Killer used one of those axe headbands and (probably, hopefully) fake blood to be a "murder victim." Killer, asshole that he is, picked out a cow costume for Cross that was *immediately* denied, and the former royal guard ended up wearing a soldier costume instead that Killer complained was "so boring."

You all went to a surface AU, obviously, because monsters underground did not know about or celebrate Halloween (honestly you wondered if some monsters found the holiday insensitive.) A neutral AU, one with some tension between monsters and humans, but nothing so bad a couple monsters couldn't attend a Halloween party.

Once arriving you remembered one reason you never went to parties- alcohol. You never drank, couldn't figure out how to manage it and your diabetes. You'd heard how you behaved low was how you would act while drunk, but different sources said to bolus for it or not bolus. Some said you'd spike, others said you'd drop, it was just too unpredictable for your tastes and not worth the risks. Killer respected that, sort of, after telling him "no" several times. You... Really couldn't tell if Killer was *actually* drink or just liked acting drunk. Dust seemed to have a beer or two himself while Cross was with you in the "100% sober" category.

At least the food was good. The host had fun making "spooky" snacks that were still recognizable enough for you to dose correctly. At least it was human food, monster food still needed a whole other layer of guesstimating.

Somewhere later into the night you grabbed Dust and dragged him into a dance. Maybe the atmosphere, maybe your outfit, but something had you tired of being a wallflower and wanting to *do* something. You weren't an amazing dancer but you were at least coordinated enough to avoid tripping over yourself or Dust. It wasn't a Dancetale so your skills weren't that important anyways.

It wasn't long before Dust's face was flushed, whether from exertion or something else you weren't sure. The skeleton often kept to distance attacks in fights and teleported everywhere, so you weren't sure.

Even still, seeing him blushing made you feel... Something. You were *definitely* feeling bold tonight because before you knew it, you leaned in and kissed him.

You've kissed other humans before, but kissing a skeleton was such an incredibly different experience. Despite your lips being pressed directly to teeth, it wasn't uncomfortable at all. Honestly, it felt amazing, even more so when Dust's mouth opened slightly and oh stars okay ecto tongues felt *great.*

You both ended up off the dance floor for a rather steamy and handsy makeout session that had both of you flushed and panting afterwards. Dust grinned at you. "Wanna continue this back in my room?" You nodded eagerly.

Dust got Cross to tear a portal home for you both, although he was staying behind to make sure Killer got home eventually.

The two of you barely made it to Dust's room before he was making out with you again, tearing at your clothes with a passion and energy you hadn't seen in the lazy skeleton before. Honestly, sex with him was incredible.

And totally worth the look you got from Nightmare the next day. And the teasing from Killer.

(I know you guys probably want the sexy times, but honestly diabetes + sex is something I had planned for it's own one shot, so pls be patient. If you have any prompts or ideas for T1D, shoot me an ask!)

#t1dreader #bad sanses x reader #dust sans x reader #sans x reader #dust sans #bad sanses

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danganronpafan777 · 1 year

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can I have sdra2.bpys with a magical girl s/o that has to fight demons (also they didn't know until s/o saved them if that's alright) have a great day!

Thank you! I honestly don't know a lot about magical girls, but I hope you like it anyway!

Teruya Otori:

As a member of the Kisaragi foundation, he was thankful for magical girls, ridding the world of demons and helping it recover from the tragedy

He made it clear that he admired them, but would never admit how much of a fanboy he actually was

It reminded him of the days where his dad would read him articles in the newspaper about magical girls, and young Teruya would listen with stars in his eyes

He sometimes had nightmares of demons though, and even when he got older, he couldn't completely get rid of the fear

This fear hit him full force when a suspected criminal turned out to be a demon, and Teruya felt talons digging into his skin as the demon stretching its winged, flying higher and higher

No matter how many times he punched it, the demon would not let go

Only for the demon to be completely obliterated after just a few hits from a familiar magical girl

He was watching in awe, and would have continued watching if the demon hadn't dropped him and he was approaching the ground rapidly

But just before he hit the ground, he was caught by familiar arms who brought him to safety

Considering how big he is, he was surprised someone was actually able to hold him bridal style, but something about it felt familiar, and he was able to put the pieces together as he looked back up at you

He could tell it was you just by your eyes and your smile, the same way you used to look down at him when holding him to tease him when he was smaller

He felt like his younger self, falling for you all over again

He loves what you do and would offer to make you new magical girl outfits! (With rainbow designs of course)

He doesn't have nightmares of demons anymore, knowing his S/o is right there to protect him

Nikei Yomiuri:

It didn't matter what he was doing, he would drop everything just to get a glimpse of a magical girl

It was one of the best scoops any journalist could get! And every time he got close and pouted over missing the scene, you'd giggle, and assure him that he'll be able to meet a magical girl one day

Little did he know he was dating one

One day, when you were tagging along as he ventured for scoops, he got a tip that a demon was nearby, one that a magical girl would be sure to take care of

You warned him that it was too dangerous, and did everything you could to drag him away (just so you could secretly fight it yourself)

Your efforts were futile however, as he pushed his way through the streets of Japan, completely ignorant of the demon approaching him, happy to have practically willing bait

Nikei didn't notice the demon until it was too late, when it had already grabbed him and made him drop his notepad

He whined about losing his notepad but still tried to interview the demon, to which he'd get monstrous growls in response

It wasn't until the monster nearly unhinged its jaw when the fear started to settle in, before hitting all at once

Just before your boyfriend was devoured, your transformation sequence ended and you used your abilities to get rid of the demon for good, but not without struggle

Nikei watched the fight with stars in his eyes, actually forgetting to write the action down

He couldn't be happier knowing he was dating a magical girl, and he wouldn't give away your identity if you don't want him to, but that sure as hell wouldn't stop him from writing articles on all of your fights

Sometimes the memory comes back at him in the middle of the night, and he'll be fangirling to himself all over again

Mikado Sannoji:

He is also a fanboy when it came to magical girls, and he didn't even try to hide it

His room was probably covered in the merch (what Sora would've seen if she actually befriended him)

He wishes that he could be a magical girl himself! (He probably draws himself in the outfit-)

You think it's adorable, and his admiration is enough to make him completely oblivious

Mikado is basically a war criminal, so he was definitely surprised when he was attacked by a demon so suddenly, and considering how powerful he is himself, that was one brave demon

However, the demon was stronger than Mikado anticipated, leaving a few scratches over his body, but Mikado kept flinging fireballs at it

He didn't even notice the claw extending towards him until it almost grabbed him, but you quickly pulled him out of the way, shielding him with your own body and single-handedly taking the demon down yourself

Mikado knew that magical aura anywhere! It was his S/o!!

He heals up any injury you could've possibly gotten during the fight, ignoring his own until you point it out, to which he almost cries because a magical girl is worrying about him

He cuddles and fangirls over you for the rest of the day as a thank you, and his room is now absolutely covered in any merch he can find of you

Hajime Makonoichi:

Hajime thought magical girls were cool and respected what they did, but he wasn't a huge fanboy

The thought of his S/o being one never even crossed his mind, but he was a bit suspicious on how you skipped training with him due to being busy, but always seemed to keep yourself in shape somehow

One morning, a demon was sighted at a nearby park, and you just so happened to remember some plans that you forgot, and had to skip yet another training session

Hajime wouldn't admit it, but sometimes he had nightmares of you skipping a training session just to not come back at all, and being abandoned once again

Still, he had to take care of his health, so he decided to go on a jog

It would be an understatement to say he was a bit surprised to be grabbed and nearly mauled by a bloodthirsty monster when he was halfway through the jog

Being the Ultimate Boxer, he easily landed a few hits and almost knocked it out, but the demon's sharp claws gave it a major advantage, throwing Hajime to the ground and opening its large mouth

Hajime continued to fight back, and just before he was devoured, he heard the monster scream and let go of him

He didn't realize it was you and watched the fight, partly wanting to help, but it looked like his savior was defending herself pretty well

When the demon was defeated, and you turned around, his eyes widened and he almost had to take off his sunglasses

Suddenly it all made sense. Skipping training but still staying in shape... how did he not realize sooner?

Hajime thanks you for saving him, and is much more understanding when you have to skip training, but he doesn't treat you much differently

He offers for you to change into your alter ego when training if it would make you stronger, and while he doesn't say it much, he's proud of you for what you do

Shinji Kasai:

He thinks magical girls are cool, but like with any girl, he gets very blushy when talking about them

He'll read a few articles about them every now and then, but besides that, he just appreciates what they do

He encountered the demon while he was on his job, putting out a fire that he didn't realize was a demon attack

Low and behold, the demon hadn't left, and was angry that Shinji was ruining their work

Shinji fought back as the demon charged at him, but his firefighting gear weighed him down, not to mention inhaling the remnants of the fire

He staggered back as the demon's claw left a sizeable hole in his fire suit, and just as the claw was about to finish him off....

Shinji felt someone grab him and pull him to safety, away from both the fire and the demon

He watched in awe as you destroyed the demon in mere minutes, bright red even when he didn't know it was you

And when he realized it was you....

He fainted.

You had to carry him home and hold an icepack to his face just to stop him from overheating

When you explained everything to him when he woke up, he almost fainted again

He's proud of you, and is always cheering you on!

If he bought any merch of you then he would treasure it but he'll rather die than let you know

Yuki Maeda: He thinks magical girls are awesome! But he would never admit how much of a fanboy he is, with a decent amount of merch

The idea of you being one was nothing more than a silly thought

Yuki never expected to even meet a magical girl, and especially not date one!

However, he wasn't expecting to meet a demon either

He was attacked when he was walking home from school, just barely missing the demon's claws when it reached for him

He screamed and tried to fight back as he was pulled upwards into a near choke hold as the demon opened its wide mouth

Before he was touched, a familiar figure obliterated the demon in less than a minute, leaving him shocked and still half scared

When he saw it was you, he felt like an idiot

All those times you had to skip out on school and dates for your "job" and how you seemed so strong despite rarely training...

As the shock wore off and the dumbfounded look on his face began to fade, he felt almost star struck

Holy shit he was dating a magical girl-

After you walked him home and admitted your secret, Yuki never loved you more, knowing how kind and selfless you truly were

But sometimes he feels insecure, wondering why you were dating someone as ordinary as him, but you're always quick to reassure how much you love him

He also secretly buys some of your merch and cuddles with it if your too busy fighting demons-

Syobai Hashimoto: He honestly didn't really care for magical girls

Through his time fending for himself, he encountered a few demons, all of which he escaped with only an inch of his life

He could barely imagine killing one of those things, especially for free

Syobai was preparing for a deal in an alleyway before the demon lunged at him from the roof

He was quick to pull out his knife, countering every attack the demon threw at him, before the demon was able to fling the knife into the streets behind him

Syobai didn't want to die, not when he had just gotten someone important to him, not when he finally realized that money wasn't his entire existence

He thought his best option was to stall until his employer got here, to which Syobai could shove them towards the demon and run

Unfortunately, his employer wasn't an idiot and bolted away at the sight of the demon

Just as Syobai thought to himself, "Fuck, I'm going to die," the demon was abruptly knocked away and killed by a familiar person in a mask

Through his job as a broker, Syobai developed the skill to piece together what people look like, even if just a small part of their face is visible, but he was definitely not expecting you to be the one in the mask

He managed to get his knife back as soon as you finished the demon off, and thanked you (Syobai rarely thanks people, so you better be grateful)

He keeps a calm exterior but is seriously impressed

Syobai is glad to know that you can defend yourself, as he sometimes worries what his job could do to his only loved one, and he won't tell you that you should start charging people money for saving them, but he implies it here and there

Yuri Kagarin:

He's a huge fan of magical girls on the basis that they are women. It's amazing that they kill demons but mostly because women.

He was able to notice odd changes in your behavior, and knew you were hiding something from him, but he was a man, so you probably had a good reason, right?

The two of you were out on a luxurious date when he was suddenly grabbed from behind and hoisted into the sky

If the demon seemed feminine than he would just accept him fate, finally getting to live his dream, but if the demon seemed masculine then he would fight back

Yuri is much stronger than he looks, and actually held his own pretty well

Still, he couldn't fight forever, and just as he almost passed out from exhaustion, he felt you grab him and pull him to safety before destroying the monster that tried to kill him

Yuri could tell it was you just from a single look, and his starry eyes grew even bigger as he embraced you and told you how amazing you were

He wouldn't tell a soul your secret and would buy every bit of merch he can find of you

He'd have his servants take care of you after every fight you're in, making sure you're completely healed before you can even think of encountering another demon

He is fully supportive of you and loves you with all his heart

#danganronpa x reader #super danganronpa another 2 #sdra2 x reader #sdra2 #shinji kasai #hajime makunouchi #syobai hashimoto #shobai hashimoto #yuri kagarin #nikei yomiuri #yuki maeda #teruya otori #mikado sannoji

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fiendishartist2 · 1 year

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would you tell me, if i was worthy?– mp100 ageswap

"So, what do you think?"

Reigen Arataka, 14 year old con-artist and psychic-in-training, stood in front of his boss and mentor, Shigeo 'Mob' Kageyama. He swished back and forth restlessly, randomly throwing out hand gestures and posing to show off his outfit.

Mob blinked at his student. In his haste to leave for their next job, he hadn't noticed the boy come in. Now that he had, he was growing very confused– although, you wouldn't be able to tell by his blank, tired expression.

Reigen was dressed in a typical middle school girl's uniform, down to his shiny black mary-janes and the red bow on his chest. He even managed to pull his dirty blond middle-part into two stubby pigtails. He smoothed out his blue pleated skirt with a proud grin.

"You look… nice?" Mob said tentatively. Honestly, he didn't know what Reigen wanted to hear because he had no idea what was going on in the first place. Obviously, he answered incorrectly because Reigen puffed out his cheeks and scowled at Mob.

"Wh- yeah, I know! But I'm dressed up for a reason, shishou!" Reigen crossed his arms, pacing absentmindedly with loud clicks of his shoes, "This is my disguise for sneaking into the clients' school!"

Sighing, Mob closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"We are not sneaking in, Arataka, I thought I told you this already." He held the front door open for his student and locked it behind them. With that, they started for the train station.

"But those girls said the school wouldn't let us on campus!" Reigen huffed. He was scrambling to keep up with Mob's long strides. Mob slowed down.

"And I said I would handle it." He squinted down at his dressed-up apprentice, "The costume is unnecessary… Where did you even get that?"

As Mob paid for the turnstile, he felt a small hand twist into the back of his coat. Linked by Reigen, they passed through the turnstile together without paying for two tickets. He felt a little guilty for how little he cared about Reigen's subtle delinquencies– wasn't he supposed to be a good influence on the boy? But, he really couldn't bring himself to scold Reigen for sneaking onto the train or scamming a few yen out of his classmates once in a while. He shook his head, tuning back into their conversation.

"Did I tell you that my sister's at college again? She left behind a lot of her stuff when she moved out, and she said I could borrow her old school uniform. Too bad she didn't go to the clients' school, but she did have friends there. I tried asking her about the spirit, but she didn't know anything about it…"

He trailed off as Mob poked at one of his dangling earrings. Did he pierce his ears too? They were big and heart shaped, decorated with glittering rainbow rhinestones. Eccentric, but stylish, in Mob's opinion. Definitely belonged to-

"Oh yeah, that stuff is Hanazawa's. I don't approve of his fashion sense, but he has a lot of cute jewellery." Reigen fiddled with the clips littering his blond hair. He lingered on a shimmering butterfly clip by his ear.

Mob hummed, "That was nice of him, to lend you all of that."

Mob's other employee, Teruki Hanazawa, was a newer addition to the Spirits and Such team. He acted as their PR manager– really, that just meant he manned the website (a horrible neon mess of spaghetti-code and 144p gifs) and talked to clients when Mob was busy with exorcisms. Since he joined, Mob's noticed an uptick in returning clients and a significantly more positive atmosphere in the office. Mob was just happy to have someone else talk in his place, as his own demeanour seemed to put people off and Reigen had a bad habit of overcharging clients. Plus, Teru got along great with Reigen. That was enough for Mob to let the ex-criminal esper work at his office.

Reigen grinned and Mob could only imagine the fuss Teru had made about getting to play dress-up with his employee. He probably set up an impromptu fashion show in his apartment the instant Reigen expressed his idea for his 'disguise'. Mob huffed a low laugh at the image of Teru and Reigen exchanging office gossip and painting each others' nails like school girls.

They took their seats on the sparsely populated train. Mob dug through his messenger bag, pulling out the Mobboy Colour he gladly shared with his student. It would be easier to let Reigen carry it around, but he had a knack for randomly losing things. And Mob won't deny, he liked to pop in a puzzle game occasionally when commuting to the office. Reigen took the Mobboy wordlessly, turning it around to check that his copy of PokeMob Ruby was still inside.

"Did I tell you I almost have all of my gym badges?" His student boasted, face shining as he looked up at his mentor. Mob peered out the window, trying to remember truthfully if he did know that. Reigen turned his attention back to his game, waving his hand around dismissively.

"I had to train a new ghost-type team, but I finally beat the psychic gym. It was no big deal though, with my new super strong team."

Mob peeked over his shoulder, "Is that why you have so many revives?" His face conveyed no emotion, but Reigen gasped and stammered at the accusation anyways.

"Th-that's nothing! Just a precaution, y'know, for when I need it, eventually…"

Mob smiled knowingly, leaning back in his seat. He hummed a faint laugh at his student's theatrics. They made idle chatter for the rest of the ride as Reigen showed off all of his rare and shiny PokeMob.

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Once they got off of the train, they walked the rest of the way to the highschool. Reigen guided them around the winding residential area with a map on his phone. Mob was a little amazed– he didn't even know his phone had a map.

Reigen paid no mind to the people mulling about the streets, skipping the whole way as he talked his mentor's ear off. He jumped from topic to topic at breakneck speed. As always, Mob tried to keep up with their conversation, but he couldn't help but get distracted. Passing mothers chittered about how cute 'that man and his daughter' were and other teenagers heading to school doled out compliments on Reigen's accessories. It was all very nice in a way that was still new to Mob.

As he was lost in thought, they rounded on their destination. Reigen grabbed onto Mob's sleeve abruptly, dragging his mentor to the front gates of the clients' school before he could protest.

A security guard was stationed at the entrance. He perked up as Reigen and Mob came into view, holding out a hand to stop the pair.

"Good afternoon. How can I help you, miss?" He leaned down slightly, smiling lightly at Reigen. In response, Reigen sent him a smile so innocent it was nearly angelic. He looped his arms around one of Mob's.

"We're gonna need to take a tour of the school, to make sure it's exactly what we want. I'm going into highschool next year." Mob thought about stopping Reigen before he could spin an elaborate lie that would surely get away from both of them, but for now, it seemed to be getting them into the school. And Mob wasn't exactly keen on making a scene by trying to get to the clients another way. So, he sighed and let himself be a pawn in his student's scheme.

Mob cleared his throat, straightening out his already stiff clothing. He tried to remember how his mother held herself– authoritative and serious in a way that lent her an air of untouchability. Judging by how the guard stiffened and peered up at Mob with wide eyes, he overcompensated.

Reigen nudged his arm, giving him a significant look. Mob couldn't read what he was mouthing, but the guard was extending his hand hesitantly.

Mob realised that he was supposed to be giving the man a handshake, like sensible adults normally do. He tried to be firm, but his hands were shaking a little from the pressure.

"Shigeo Kageyama." He greeted, "And this is my…" Mob faultered, unsure what Reigen was planning.

Reigen caught on immediately, "-Daughter!" He cut in smoothly. Mob stumbled over his words for a second– he didn't know that was the angle Reigen wanted to approach this at.

"...Yes, my- uhm, my daughter… A- Ayaka." Reigen's smile strained, growing more plastic the more they fumbled this interaction.

The guard frowned, "I'm sorry, sir, but parents aren't permitted access to campus grounds on such short notice-" Reigen's shiny pink nails dug into Mob's sleeve.

"But-!" He stuttered, eyes frantic with alarm. Mob shut his eyes against the embarrassing scene– it was starting to make his stomach turn watching Reigen grasp for straws. He knew he should step in, but his voice was dead in his throat and all he wanted was to give up on the job and go back to the office.

Then Reigen started to wail.

Mob whipped around to stare wide-eyed at his student. He was crying like a siren, face red and scrunched as tears poured down his cheeks. The ear-ringing sound was punctuated by the occasional hiccup and meek sniffle.

He side-eyed his gawking mentor. When Mob didn't get the message, he stomped on his foot.

"Ah! R-right…" Mob mumbled, tucking Reigen into his side in an awkward hug. Stiffly, he shook his head with a poorly hidden grimace. Mob never claimed to be an actor.

"I'm sorry, Ara- uh!" He swallowed shakily, "Ayaka just gets um, emotional when she's not with me. So…" Mob wracked his brain for anything else to say, but came up empty handed. His face grew hot the longer the silence stretched.

Fortunately, Reigen was a better actor (or liar) than him, "I-if only I didn't have s-s-seperation anxiety!" He punctuated the condition. His fake stutter made Mob surpress a wince– it was a little too put on. Reigen watched slyly as the guard broke out into a sweat.

In response, Reigen squeezed out another round of sobs. Mob was almost impressed that he still had water to shed.

"Oh, why did Mom have to leave us?" Reigen continued dramatically. At least that club he finally joined is teaching him something… Mob thought. Reigen sniffled loudly.

"N-now I can't even be with my d-dad either!" He buried his face in Mob's arm with a final whimpering cry, sealing the deal. Their target was pale and sweaty, with the guilty expression of someone who just made a teenage girl cry.

The guard scrambled to take their names and hand them day passes. He shrunk under Mob's steely gaze, blubbering apologies and platitudes. Unaware of the face he was making, Mob was trying to calm down from the stress of keeping up with Reigen's lie on the spot like that.

As they walked past the entrance and out of earshot of the guard, Reigen pried himself from Mob's side. He wiped his face of crocodile tears, leaving behind a smirk.

"Wow, that guy was easy. All I had to do was fake cry a little and boom!" He brandished the laminated card hanging by his neck on a lanyard, "You're welcome, shishou." Reigen sing-songed smugly. Mob resisted the urge to roll his eyes, choosing instead to pat the top of his student's head.

"Good job." He said, voice flat but sincere. Reigen preened under his praise, swishing his skirt more and more as his walking once again turned to skipping.

"Where are we supposed to meet the clients again?" Reigen popped his head into a random room. Shouting and laughing filtered out of the occupied class and Reigen jumped back, slamming the door in shock. There was already a spitball stuck in his hair.

"The roof. They should be waiting up there for us…" Reigen hummed, joining Mob's side again. He eyed the classrooms suspiciously. Mob flicked away the spitball, floating it into a nearby trashcan.

As they made their way up the stairs, Mob lagged behind his spritely student. Sure, Mob had started working out at that surprisingly welcoming gym down the road from his office, but he had nowhere near the level of energy a fourteen year old possessed. Unsurprisingly, he was out of breath by the time they hit the top of the school.

While Mob caught his breath, Reigen spotted a group of girls sitting in a circle together. They were laughing roughly, in a way that was cool to Reigen and obviously forced to Mob. A bag of chips sat between them and they were passing around a single measly cigarette. It was kind of pathetic, if Mob was being honest.

Nonetheless, Reigen sauntered up to the girls. He stopped just in front of them, a hand on his hip and the other by his chin. Their conversation fizzled out and each girl wore a varying expression of annoyance. Mob frowned.

"Hey, what's up?" Reigen said with a lazy wave. He wedged himself between two of the girls, sitting down and crossing his legs. He perched his chin on his palm, elbow resting on his knee. A confident smirk pulled at his lips.

The girls leaned away from him. One of them rolled her eyes.

"Nothing, just waiting for you to leave." The girl in the middle snarked. Her friends snickered, sharing sharp grins. Reigen laughed along half-heartedly. He leaned back on his hands, desperately trying for the same cool nonchalance the group of girls exuded.

"Right, right." He nodded, "But uh-" again, he smirked, pointing towards their little pile of snacks in between them, "I mean, what are you guys up to? Skipping class? Maybe… hiding from something?" With a raised eyebrow, he shot them a meaningful look. While Mob wasn't the best at social cues, even he could tell what Reigen was asking– were they the clients who had hired them to exorcise the school?

Apparently not, as they quickly became enraged.

The student on his left leaned into Reigen's space, poking him square in the chest. Her pink striped hair extension was coming loose.

"What are you, some kinda snitch?!" She snarled, "Back off, kid!"

Reigen reared back, hands windmilling as he scrambled to explain himself. As a hand landed on his shoulder, Reigen stilled.

Mob squatted behind Reigen, leaning over his shoulder to level the girls with an unimpressed stare. His mouth was pulled into a hard line, his eyes shadowed by his dark fringe. The girls paled. One of them quickly snuffed out their single cigarette behind her back.

"Do you mind if I ask why you girls are out of class?" He asked, monotone voice icy and harsh. They shared a nervous look.

"W-well-!" The girl who had been yelling at Reigen started, fiddling with her single, tame nose piercing.

"And picking on a middle schooler? Is bullying my daughter fun for you?" Mob cut them off darkly. He channelled the glare he had accidentally sent to the front gates' guard. The girl on Reigen's right squeaked– her eyes widened under many layers of black eyeliner.

"Ah! Sir, w-we're so sorry! We had no idea-" the girl with the hair extension nodded along to her friend, "A-and we were just heading back to class anyways! Please don't rat us out!" With that, she grabbed the other two girls by their sleeves and ran to the stairwell. They didn't even take the half-eaten bag of chips.

Reigen stood quickly, brushing his sweaty hands on his skirt.

"I'm guessing those weren't the clients?" Reigen shot Mob an angry pout.

"Shishou, I can't tell if you're trying to make fun of me or not…" He huffed.

"N-no! Of course not-!" Mob's embarrassed scramble to reassure his student was cut off by a pair of snickers.

Two highschool girls hopped off of a set of vents and walked towards them.

"You're the guys from 'Spirits and Such', right?" The taller girl asked as her friend continued to giggle at their expense. Reigen stepped in front of his mentor with a perfect customer-service grin.

"Reigen Arataka, future greatest psychic of the 21st century!" He introduced himself grandly. While he was posing smugly, the clients were red-faced, trying to hold in their laughter. Reigen jabbed a thumb over his shoulder.

"And this is my boss, Mob! We're here to solve your supernatural problems, 99% satisfaction guaranteed!" Mob just hummed in agreement, fighting the urge to stare at his shoes.

The clients shared a sceptical look, but explained their dilemma anyway.

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The spirit was easily taken care of by a disgruntled Mob and overzealous Reigen, spurred on by the cheering basketball players.

Mob wiped his clammy hands on his coat, expression twisting into one of uncharacteristic disgust. Eventually, he managed to tear Reigen away from girls pinching his cheeks and complimenting his outfit. All Mob wanted to do was crash on his couch and fall asleep to a shitty action movie, at this point.

The clients thanked them at the gates, drawing out small novelty wallets shaped like cartoon characters. Reigen was practically vibrating with excitement.

"No need to get those out. I'm not accepting payment." Mob addressed the girls. Reigen bristled at his side.

"What!? But we exorcised that evil guy!" He exclaimed. Mob shook his head, completely ignoring Reigen.

"If anything else shows up, please don't hesitate to contact us. We will take care of it."

The girls thanked him profusely. They put away their wallets with silent sighs of relief– blowing all of their birthday money on an exorcist isn't something either wanted to explain to their parents.

As they walked back to the train station, Reigen could barely hide his annoyance. He crossed his arms, refusing to face his mentor.

"I hope you understand why I did that, Arataka." Reigen rolled his eyes, but let him continue, "Those girls…" Mob's gaze shifted to the sky, tracing the pathways of birds that flew overhead. His eyes shone in the orange afternoon light, distaste glittering in his red irises.

"They needed our help, more than they wanted us to know. Spirits usually scare people who can't fight them, but…" Reigen kicked a pebble and it skittered across the cracked sidewalk, "That spirit was especially upsetting to them. The things it said were very… creepy." Mob's face twisted into a faint sneer.

"It's not right to take advantage of something like that." He placed a tentative hand on Reigen's shoulder. Reigen huffed, leaning into his mentor– he never understood why Mob was so skittish when it came to casual physical contact like that, so he tried to reinforce it every time. Reigen wasn't much of a hugger, but when your only source of genuine care lied in an emotionally stunted power keg, you learned to take whatever you could get.

"Sometimes… we need to help others without asking for anything in return." They boarded the train and took their seats. Reigen turned to look out the window. He sighed.

"Yeah, I get it, shishou." He conceded, "If I'm being honest, that guy did skeeve me out a bit." His earrings clinked together as he fiddled with them.

Reigen wanted to feel sorry for asking for payment, but he really couldn't. The generous cut he earned from each job helped him out more than Mob would ever know. Sure, his parents assured him that rent and groceries and utilities and all other manner of things a middle schooler shouldn't have to worry about weren't his problems, but Reigen wasn't stupid. He could see the instant relief in his mother's eyes when he brought home his paycheck. Sure, it wasn't those girls' faults he was dirt poor, but he couldn't help the feeling of resentment coating the back of his throat. He would just have to suck it up and hope Mob would treat them to dinner for the next week.

Reigen yawned, loud and obnoxious. That was a problem for future Reigen– present Reigen was too exhausted to dwell on anything depressing. Man, fake crying really takes it out of a guy, huh? he thought as he drifted to sleep, head lolling back and mouth wide open as he snored. Drool rolled down the side of his cheek and Mob grimaced at it the whole ride back.

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That night, Mob bid his student goodnight outside his small apartment. As he made his way to his own shitty flat, Mob wondered if he did the right thing.

He wasn't stupid– he saw the way Reigen's eyes lit up everytime Mob paid him after a job. Not with greed, but a relief that made Mob's stomach twist. Like a massive weight was lifted off of his shoulders with each bill.

As much as Mob wanted to, he was incapable of prying into his student's home life. Every conversation Mob tried to start by subtly hinting at something being not quite right at home, Reigen would talk circles around him until he dropped it to avoid arguing with the boy. But from what he'd observed, it didn't look great. Mob just hoped he was doing enough by treating his student to dinner whenever he got the chance.

Mob shuffled into his home. He shucked off his loafers, slipping into a pair of bunny slippers (Reigen got them as a gag-gift– Mob genuinely likes them) and hanging up his dark coat.

Without changing out of his work clothes, Mob laid down on his couch. He queued up a movie– one of Reigen's B-movies he must have left in the DVD player the last time he came over.

Mob pulled an old, ratty blanket over himself, curling into its fraying fibres. Sleep pulled at his eyelids, the soft hum of his TV luring him to sleep.

Suddenly, Mob's phone chimed.

He knew before flipping it open who it would be; Reigen had added himself to Mob's contacts the second his mentor gifted him his first phone, setting a very distinct ringtone for himself. Whenever Reigen texted, Mob's phone would scream out the theme song to Reigen's favourite anime: Sailor Moon. The opening lyrics had been burned into Mob's memory at that point.

Reigen had texted him a few pictures he took in the gym– right in the middle of the exorcism, it seemed. Mob was across the room, turned away from the camera as bright lights circled himself and the spirit; meanwhile, Reigen was posing in the foreground with the basketball players whose game they had interrupted. He sent three different pictures– although it seemed the only differences were the faces Reigen and the girls were making. Accompanying the photos was a string of texts: 'can we get one printed for the office?' and then, 'i was thinking of starting a bulletin board' and, 'yknow for like showing future clients how many jobs we've done?'. Mob sent back a single thumbs up.

Reigen continued to send Mob pictures he had taken at each of their past jobs, trying to convince his mentor to print them all. He wasn't dissuaded by Mob's clipped responses– a simple 'Okay.' from Mob was the equivalent of an enthusiastic yes from anyone else. Reigen was well adjusted to Mob's 'old woman typing' as he liked to call it.

At Mob's light scolding for being up too late on a school night, Reigen reluctantly ended their conversation. He parted with a final photo from the night– Reigen and Mob, mid-conversation and completely unaware of the camera. Mob had a faint smile on his face. The picture was a little blurry, like Reigen had taken it accidentally while talking animatedly with his hands.

As Mob stared at their happy faces, he felt his heart warm. Just a few years ago, he was isolated from the world; never letting himself hope to have any meaningful connections with another person. But here he was– regularly hunting for the paranormal with Tome, finding a new employee and friend in Teru, building a new relationship to his health with the help of his friends at the gym. And continuing to look after Reigen, finally starting to feel like maybe he wasn't doomed to hurt the people in his care. Like he was finally worthy of being someone to care about in turn.

Mob set the picture as his phone background.

He fell asleep on the couch once again, drifting off to the quiet ambience of his apartment.

#reposting bc i think putting too many tags on the og post broke it lol it cant be searched for on my blog #so im retrying but w/o all of the tags explaining my ageswap au ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯ sorry #mob psycho 100 #mp100 #reigen arataka #shigeo kageyama #my fic #dont tag this as anything but platonic or else #ageswap #mp100 ageswap

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acaplaya-musings · 4 months

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Voiceplay Visuals: Warriors

I feel like this cover (released on the 21st of March, 2020) was a little bit slept on for a while (by myself as well), and probably didn't get a little more attention till after Nothing Else Matters, but it's a good video and amazing arrangement, and it currently sits at a very respectable 2.1 million views.

I wasn't actually sure how much I would have to say about this video from a purely visual standpoint, but given the setting and the outfits and everything, I would feel bad for not including it, so here we go!

The origins of Violayne! (See maybe if more people were familiar with Warriors, maybe they wouldn't have been as shocked by Nothing Else Matters! 😝) (also J plays the violin in this one as well!)

I was gonna wait till a group shot to show each of their outfits, but I'll give at least some of them individual shots; I don't expect this to be a long post anyway.

Earl has a slightly different hairstyle to his usual one I think?

I don't know what Eli is wearing on his arms but they look cool! Also cool hood thing!

Even in a post-apocalyptic setting, Geoff is still wearing the necklace that Kathy gave him, bless <3

(Also what's up with the little pale lines/markings under his eyes? Earl has them in this video too (see above), so does Layne, and Eli I'm pretty sure, and maybe J as well? I'm guessing it was a deliberate makeup choice for some reason or another?)

It's so far been kinda tricky to get a decent screencap of Layne playing violin but man he looks so genuinely cool doing it. Bit of a change from his usual "class clown" demeanour/role in videos! (Also hey he's got textured stuff on his arms similiar to what Eli is wearing!)

Time for another Geoff Hair Study!

His hair is not as flat as I first thought it was in this video, but it definitely still has a little bit of a different vibe to it, y'know?

Did Layne snap a bowstring or something during the filming or this or does it just look/sound that way?

I definitely sense a theme going on with the outfits here

(Also only just noticed the roses on Geoff's ripped jeans. Cute!)

Fun fact: this is the only video where Layne takes centre position when all the vocalists are positioned in a line. He's not singing in this one, but he is playing the violin while beatboxing at the same time, and honestly that's even more impressive

Apparently this was shot at some place called "Best Shot Studios Warehouse", and I'm guessing the graffiti was already there?

Also, thanks to me paying closer attention to video credits and watching a lot of Voiceplay videos in a very short time period, I only just figured out that the person who did costuming for this video (a person named Tanya Buzu, of Buzu Designs), also did the costuming for Voiceplay's Oogie Boogie video! Shoutout to her!

Cool video!

I showed this video to a friend of mine a week ago, who knew the original song (I don't), and they really loved it and said Voiceplay totally did it justice! (Of course, as if we would expect anything less!)

So yeah, a shorter post, but I also wanted to do this video because this is the last video I will be covering that features Earl (no I won't be doing I Will Survive or Just Sing. Because(tm).) Very sad that he left the group, he was a great tenor and provided a lot of really funny moments in the videos, but hey, it's not like Voiceplay fell flat without him! My god I've got some big videos ahead of me!

#voiceplay #acapella #warriors imagine dragons #geoff castellucci #eli jacobson #layne stein #j none #earl elkins jr #earl elkins #acaplaya analysis #voiceplay visuals

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I want to be Your Koi Fish

Warning: +18 content, criminal underworld, intercourse, strong language - and so on

Fanfiction based on: "Baki" by Itagaki Keisuke

>15<

He was sincerely moved by how she cared for him, so much so that she was willing to abandon him, for "his good." The problem was, he saw no good other than her. At first, only used the opportunity without much emotion. With time, began to become attached, and together they came to the point where he openly and honestly admitted that loved her. The feeling was amazing. He did not think that an apparently simple mental change could have such extraordinary physical effects. Felt lighter, stronger, somehow better. She was at the office early in the morning. Even sent him a picture so he wouldn't worry.

Traditional rituals were shortened to the necessary minimum, which not everyone liked. Fortunately, grandfather stood firm with his decision, saying it was their holiday. Like every family occasion, the wedding was also held at his place, he had a decisive opinion. As soon as she appeared, was surrounded by a wreath of girls led by the hostess, Kimiko. Both weren't satisfied with that. He does not know where to lay the cause, but always nice for everyone, for Hanabi she turned out to be rough and unpleasant. He laughed silently. Maybe it was because his fiancée wasn't playing out unnecessary pleasantries when she thought it wouldn't work? Energetic, very open, sometimes insolent, and when all boundaries were exceeded, she cursed like a shoemaker. The hostess adhered to the principles of tradition, and these meant great refinement and submission on the part of women. The collision of their characters must have been like an atomic bomb. He had heard clearly how Kimiko was going to force through one hundred percent traditional attire, and Hanabi was absolutely against it, because it wouldn't be able to exist. He fully agreed with her. According to the generally accepted old rules, she should be a virgin on the wedding day, which was also reflected in the outfit, and everyone knew perfectly well that they had sex on every occasion. He was very curious to see what she had prepared. He asked her for it himself, while not telling anyone about it. Grandpa was right - although apparently the wedding is for guests, it was really for them. The rest is just an envelope. He felt the old man's warm hand on his forearm. He looked so concerned? Her father, Goro, stood next to Taro. All three of them in traditional haori. Finally the door opened, and she came with a heavy sigh, listening to the constant grumbling.

- Hanabi-sama, that's after all ... - the landlady said, running after her.

-... the most beautiful bride that I could see in this house! - Akita laughed. - Exactly like my daughter.

Hanabi curtsied slightly with a smile. Kimiko paused, dismayed, and Kaoru couldn't tear his eyes away. Beautiful, white kimono, richly decorated with rose patterns, combined with a red obi stripe, matching zori. She looked lovely. At the last moment, he noticed a long hair clip that looked like a miniature sword with a fan and Sakura flowers pinned to the hilt. That's exactly how he imagined her. She approached him with a smile.

- Why roses? - he whispered in her ear.

- It's for your mother. - she replied softly, brushing his cut cheek.

>>><<<

Despite the open windows and doors, it was very stuffy. No wonder, the whole mafia family gathered to celebrate with them, and the weather was good since morning. She watched all the faces closely. Was probably doing it out of habit. Many did indeed rejoice, especially those closest to Kaoru. Kizaki even shed a few male tears saying that without her it was like without a hand. She left for a moment to breathe the fresh air on the inside terrace. Reveled in the tranquility in the beautiful Zen garden, created at Akita's request. There was even a place for a bamboo fountain. Hanabi admired him for his love of tradition and how he was able to deviate from it from time to time. After a moment's thought, she found Hanayama's grandfather impressed in himself. Something crunched overhead. She wouldn't have missed such an opportunity herself, would she?

- You don't think I'll get killed that easily, do you? - she asked with a question.

- If it were easy, I would lose all respect I have for you, Shiro Kitsune-san. - she heard in response.

In the middle of the garden, on one of the stones, landed a tall, fair-haired woman in a short black dress, opaque tights and high-heeled shoes fastened with gold buckles. She let her long locks nonchalantly into the wind so that they concealed the katana attached to the belt on her back. She approached slowly, tantalizingly moving her hips. Stopped a few steps ahead of her. Hanabi breathed a little, leaning her hands on the wooden landing.

- Happy marriage. - The fair-haired girl finally said, bowing. - From the entire Kunimatsu dojo, of course.

- Thank you.

- And my sincerest condolences...

Hanabi dodged at the last moment. The opponent had a knife in hand. She rolled over, dodging another blow. Didn't know when, but the blonde managed to cut the snow-white kimono in the area of the neckline. She didn't want the fight to move to them, but the opponent stubbornly pushed her towards the room where the entire mafia was sitting. Either she was so incredibly stupid or so self-confident and wanted to destroy Hanayama's morale by trying to kill his young wife in front of him. Even less so, she couldn't let them see it. She pushed the blonde down one of the side corridors, an accurate, juicy hook right in the nose. She always wondered why men were so eager to hit women in this place. The answer was obvious. Easy to hit, causing great pain and watery eyes limiting visibility. But that didn't stop her. Hanabi had to play harder. When the opponent was going to pounce on her with fists, she was faster. Wrapped her legs around the blonde's neck and moved several times. The assassin lost her balance and fell. It only took a moment for her to twist neck, but she wouldn't. As soon as both of them stood on their feet, the fair-haired girl took out her katana, cutting the bright kimono open with one efficient movement. Delicate silk material fell off the shoulders, revealing a bandaged chest.

- Always prepared! - the assassin laughed. - This is what I expected from Shiro Kitsune!

>>><<<

A surprisingly long time she had been gone, Kaoru was starting to worry. On the other hand, what could have happened? They were in his grandfather's house, full of yakuza. Who would dare to come in here? He was involuntarily turning a dark, satin wedding ring on his finger, to which, from the bottom, fit (in a way) her gold ring, with three tiny diamonds arranged in the shape of a lotus.

- I felt it would end this way! - Akita laughed. - Right, Goro-san?

- It was difficult to expect a different solution. - Soga admitted sipping his sake.

- Shouldn't Hanabi-sama have a tattoo on her back? - Naito asked, Taro's aide, titled the strongest armwrestler.

- Actually true, such a tradition. - Tatsu, known as the Immortal, agreed.

- I'm not going to force her to anything. - Kaoru replied. - Besides, she already has one tattoo on the sacrum.

He barely had time to remember its appearance, and a slender figure in a torn white kimon, with a bloody right arm burst through the open door. He jumped up as if burned at the sight of the woman in black following her. Hanabi got up without much problem, giving him a silent sign not to interfere. So he withdrew and watched, but didn't sit down to come to the rescue, as everyone around her did. He noticed a bandage tied around her chest, and beneath it... a fresh tattoo. Must have done it a few days earlier, the skin didn't have enough time to rest properly, a slight reddening was still visible. She continued the pattern with the Koi carp. Sakura bounced towards the shoulder and neck, and a rainbow dragon wrapped around the branch to rest its head on the right shoulder.

- It is true that I was only supposed to deliver a message... - the blonde muttered, and the tone of her voice made him bristle. - Kunimatsu himself, Shiro Kitsune-san, was sent for your head. If you defeat him, the questgiver will leave you alone. Provided you live through the meeting with me, of course.

She swung her sword, hissing in the air. Hanabi wasn't going to remain in debt. With one move of her left arm, she took the sword from the duvet cover held by the man next to her and blocked the incoming blow. The assassin pressed with all her might, and his wife... more focused on the posture! He didn't know what she was up to, but if it was going to work it had to be done quickly before she lost her head. The woman in black was getting closer with every moment. She almost touched her blade. He barely caught the movement. Hanabi with astonishing speed and agility extended her right hand smeared with gore, made a move, and after a while her opponent jumped back like burned, falling screaming and splashing with her own blood.

- YOU FUCKING BITCH! - she screamed as if possessed. - What have you done to my eye?!

- Tell your master that if he wants to kill me, he can try. - The black-haired girl replied calmly and threw in their direction, giving the sword back to the owner. - Excuse me for a moment, it would be appropriate to change clothes.

- I'LL FUCK that stupid head, you'll see! - the fair-haired girl roared, curling in convulsions. - Come here, bitch!

As she passed the defeated, she looked at something she was holding in her bloody hand. He looked at and found with horror that it was the EYE. The one that the woman on the ground missed. She crushed it with small fingers, and what was left she flicked directly on the face of the opponent. After a while she disappeared behind the wall.

- She has bigger balls than many of you. - Akita clucked appreciatively, sipping his sake.

He silently agreed with grandfather. If he were to go to her with the information that had killed someone, she would probably ask if he had already thought about where they would bury the body, while, at the same time, pulling a shovel out of the depths of the backpack-with-everything. He followed her, ordering his men to get rid of the uninvited guest. Was worried about the blood on her arm, had to check that he was okay. He found her sitting in the room. The cut kimono lay folded on the shelf, and she, almost naked except for the snow-white panties and bandages on her chest, sewed up a wound that ran along her arm, next to the rainbow dragon's head. She flinched as he closed the sliding door behind him.

- OH SHIT! I almost had a heart attack! - she cast, dropping the needle from hands, then laughed slightly. - Don't come by so suddenly!

- Don't you prefer the doctor to see it? - he muttered, sitting down next to and pointing to the thread with a piece of metal hanging from her hand.

- I can do it, I've done it many times.

He watched her skillfully arrange one seam after another. As soon as finished, she put on a simple dressing for any exudates. On the ring finger, just below the heart ring, flickered another, also gold, with three light stones arranged in the shape of a lotus. He had slipped it on himself a few hours earlier, and still didn't believe it. He was married, and to a woman he met only because he was considered dangerous and many wanted to kill him. He watched as she put on a mid-thigh black dress over head to tie a thin ribbon threaded crosswise through the open neckline around neck. A piece of dressing protruded from under the short sleeve. She adjusted the pinning of her long hair. He stated that it was appropriate for him to change too. Swapped the traditional outfit for his favorite white suit and purple shirt. She snuggled in before he fastened the gold button.

- When did you make it? - he muttered, embracing her gently.

- The night I almost broke our engagement. - she croaked slowly. - Horitatsu wasn't very happy with the time, but he did what I asked.

- Horitatsu? - he wondered, looking at her.

- Yes. He agreed as soon as I told who I am and what I'm coming with. - she replied with a smile. - He has great respect for you.

He cracked the window as heard the rattle on the metal roof. It was raining, even though the sun was still shining, casting its rays directly into the gold ring on her finger. The tiny stones reflected the light, creating colorful shadows on the walls*.

>>><<<

She had predicted well that the sooner they got the wedding, the better. The beginning of spring provoked many things and just as many daredevils who wanted to jump him. Kaoru had a lot on his mind, which made him feel he was neglecting her a little. She spent days alone in the apartment; when he came back, usually wandering around the kitchen, which smelled of appetizing smells.

Hanayama was going to get up a little later that day, it looked to be a little less. He could keep her from suddenly leaping out of bed, locking up in a bear hug, and showering with kisses. They ate breakfast slowly, and before he could get dressed ... Hanabi was leaving the bedroom in a tight-fitting T-shirt, denim shorts, long socks and rather massive sneakers. She was pulling a stuffed backpack from the closet.

- Are you going somewhere? - He asked.

- Oh, that's right. I had no time to tell you, and when you were already coming home, it... it wasn't like. - she laughed. - I'm going to Wakayama for a few days. Just like that, for "old garbage". I'm back before the weekend.

- Could you at least mention, we would organize...

- And that's why I didn't mention it as well. - she replied with a smile, adjusting purple collar. - I prefer wild trips, without much preparation.

- Well... it's better than staying home alone. - he muttered sluggishly. - Have fun then.

- You have food in the fridge, it should be enough. I'll be calling. - she cast, placing a light kiss on his lips. - And next time I'm taking you with me!

He stared out the window as she left the building, walking towards the train station. He sighed heavily as he looked at the phone screen displaying Kizaki's personal details.

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* that was something that means "Kitsune get married" :) - sunny and rainy at the same time, with rainbow.

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typically-untypical · 2 years

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decorating their house with halloween deco as a protest against xmas with any/all of the dork sides as a prompt :D

^_^ I'm all for people enjoying the Holidays however they want, but I think you have a point about the Dark Sides believing in Halloween Supremacy.

This Is Halloween

Remus could hear the sound of Christmas pouring through the door. It felt like heresy; the offending noise was scraping at his ear drums. This was completely unacceptable, it was still November and Remus was not about this life. Christmas was about hope, peace on earth, family, and all the other cutesy bs his brother subscribed to, and Remus would behave… ish… during the month of December, but it wasn’t December yet. Maybe if they lived in another country where Christmas meant more, Remus would find another thing to complain about, but they lived in the United States, Florida specifically. Christmas here was kept in check by the boundary line of Thanksgiving and it was only fair to the retail workers who would have to listen to Christmas music on loop, that Remus got his revenge. So, unless all of the other sides wanted nightmares of a decapitated Kris Kringle, they were going to respect the "no Christmas before Thanksgiving" rule. What better way to enforce it than with a Halloween takeover.

Remus jumped up from the couch and teleported to his room, laughing all along the way. He knew what he wanted to do but he had to find just the right things, the perfect music, the perfect decorations. Sure he could just summon what he wanted, but sometimes a hint of authenticity was worth it. After finding a costume, a CD, and the decorations he wanted, Remus got ready for his plot. Was this an excuse to enjoy Halloween for another month, no, of course not. He would never force the others to continue enjoying a holiday about fears, lying, and disguises. It wasn't like those three things encompassed some of his favorite people. Nope, not at all.

Remus smiled as he snuck into the common room, looking for the CD player, he noticed that Patton had left the room, probably to look for more decorations, or to ask Roman to conjure some. Roman was a fuddy duddy, he liked Halloween just as much as the dark sides but he had to pretend it wasn't his favorite because that wasn't what the light sides did. Honestly, Remus was a bit annoyed by his brother for playing to Daddy Patton’s wishes. Christmas was all well and good but where was the flair for the dramatics, the costumes? The candy? When they were younger he and Roman used to dress up in matching costumes.

With a snap, Remus turned all of Patton's Christmas decorations into 'tasteful' Halloween decorations, and he replaced the current CD with the 2001 Count Chocula "13 Day of Halloween - Rhythm and Boos" CD, an absolute classic. Then he disappeared quickly before he got caught, cackling back down in his own living room. He was sure his decorations and music wouldn't laugh, but even just the bit of change made him happy. The chaos was great and it helped ease some of the thoughts of making Paton the angel on the tree by shoving it up his... well.

Remus was laughing so hard, he almost didn't hear the CD stop and Patton's tirade of terror. Maybe he overdid it a bit on the spiders and gore, but if he was going to bring back Halloween for an encore, he was going to go big. By the time he stopped laughing, he heard someone coming down the stairs, though the didn't have the expected rush to their steps that he was expecting. Still, Remus changed into an outfit that would looked like Logan if not for the ripped cargo pants and torn green polo shirt. The glasses were at least correct, they should be since he had stolen them from Logan's spare drawer. He would probably never even know they were gone since Logan didn't typically need a set of spare glasses. Unlike some of the other sides, he was pretty good about taking care of his shit.

"Hey Re," Virgil said, dropping onto the sofa next to him. He was expecting to get reprimanded, chastised, something, but Virgil was acting positively calm. That was definitely not what Remus was expecting but he rolled with it anyway. Putting on the best fake nerd voice he could, Remus put down the book he was pretending to read and turned to Virgil.

"Why hello my esteemed college Virgin, what can I do for you today?"

Virgil rolled his eyes and shook his head. That had never been one of his favorite nicknames which was probably why it irritated him so much Roman called him that. "I was sent down here to tell you off for changing all the Christmas decorations." Again, he was calm, quiet even as he looked up at the ceiling rather than staring at Remus with those disapproving eyes the chaotic side knew Virgil had perfected. He wanted to gouge out those eyes sometimes, keep them in a jar. Maybe he should make a bunch of jars that had eyes that looked like they belonged to the other sides... later, right now he had someone else to focus on.

Remus looked at Virgil from behind his new glasses, everything was blurry so he had to push them up on his head to be able to actually see. "You aren't actually telling me to stop though."

"Nah," Virgil looked at him, "I like Halloween and I think your choice of music was... well it wasn't horrible. I actually thought it was kinda funny. Haven't listened to that since we were what... in middle school?"

A brilliant smile lit up Remus' face as he laughed. "Yes! See, I'm not the only one! Christmas can suck it!"

"Maybe I wouldn't go that far. Your brother likes Christmas so I'm happy to indulge him."

"Ew," Remus gagged and Virgil glared at him, rolling his eyes.

"But you aren't the only one who would be happy to indulge in Halloween for a little longer."

Remus' smile grew even brighter as he wiggled around on the couch until he was looking at Virgil fully. "What if we had a stupid little compromise or something?"

Virgil raised his eyebrow, obviously attentive so Remus kept going.

"I'll leave the boring people alone so they can celebrate their holiday, and we could decorate for Halloween down here. The two of us could make it all dark and creepy and just have some fun." It had been a long time since he had hung out with Virgil and just existed in the same space as him. It would be nice to have his friend back for a bit. Remus sat watching as Virgil thought about, he was almost prepared to hear the other man say no when instead he nodded.

"Yeah, Yeah that's a great idea." He stood up, holding his hand out for Remus. "We can pull out the old decorations, maybe make some new ones." Remus could see Virgil getting excited and everything buzzed in him like a hive of bees.

Remus took Virgil's hand, laughing excitedly when it came off as Virgil attempted to help him off the couch. Anxiety only had a brief moment of fear until he obviously remembered it was Remus and he just tossed the hand back, shaking his head.

"Alright Beetlejuice, I'm guessing you can get up on your own."

Remus reattached his hand as he, still laughing, sprang up to his feet. "You should go get your special decorations Vee, will set this whole things up Dark side style." Virgil smirked and nodded before heading off and Remus can already feel the change in the air. It was hard to explain, a hint of mysticism and dark magic, a hint of two people becoming friends again.

Remus wiggled excitedly, hardly able to contain his excitement as he started to place decorations. Maybe they could even rope Janus into it. He changed back into his normal outfit, this was gonna be so much fun.

#Untypical Creations #Sanders Sides #Sanders Side fic #Fanfic #remus sanders #virgil sanders #platonic dukexiety #I prefer to call the ship Virus #Halloween supremacy #Mostly fluffy

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the-fans-stuff-blog · 1 year

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"When You Smile, I Melt Away"

(Scamwareshipping)

(Ronin (42) x Cyrus Borg (54))

Set around Crystalized.

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Ronin didn't know when it started. Possibly after Zane was brought back by Pixal. The thief could remember one other thing vividly that day: Cyrus's genuine, happy and relieved smile. That smile seemed to slowly captivate Ronin, and caused him to come visit Borg industries a bit more.

That smile. For some reason Ronin's cold, stone heart melted a little every time he saw it. At first the man tried to deny any possible feelings about it, but that denial slowly turned into questioning.

Why did he feel this way?

Ronin pondered this for months, even after the events that followed from the overlord's defeat. Oh, right, Ninjago finally was peaceful again, despite the major rebuilding that was needed, especially to the Monastery. Since Ronin didn't exactly have anywhere to stay, Cyrus offered Ronin a room in the Borg Industries building, that way he could also keep an eye on the slightly younger man for the Ninja.

Ronin was at first hesitant to accept, until he thought about it more. On one hand, he wouldn't be able to steal and keep things without Borg catching him. But on the other hand, Ronin could finally have a place to live that wasn't falling apart, old or abandoned, and he would also have easy access to necessities such as food and hygiene items, instead of having to go without those for days at a time.

Ronin finally agreed, and so, here he was, sitting on the bed of a room just for Ronin, personally furnished in the style he liked best. He even got his own private bathroom, and for the first time, Ronin didn't have to lie or make a deal in order to afford such luxury!

The brunette thought some more, especially about how bright Cyrus's smile was when Ronin accepted the offer. HE SMILED AT RONIN. The thief who was either considered an ally or an enemy to the Ninja, and Cyrus didn't even hesitate with being kind to him. A small smile appeared on Ronin's own face from this memory.

However, he was pulled out of his thoughts by a knock on his door. "It's unlocked!" Ronin spoke loud enough for whoever was behind the door to hear him. The electronic door opened to reveal Cyrus, wearing his usual outfit and rolling in on his wheelchair.

"Hello Ronin" Cyrus spoke with a soft smile. "I came to see how you were adjusting so far" he said, going over to Ronin's bedside. Ronin felt himself freeze up a bit from the smile on Cyrus's face again, but tried to act normal. "it's going fine, I honestly like the fact I have my own bathroom" the one eyed man said, sitting up a little straighter. Ronin still couldn't understand why Cyrus was willing to trust someone who used to steal and sell things to pay his debts, but then again he probably shouldn't question the judgment of the older man in front of him.

Cyrus's smile seemed to widen at Ronin's answer. "I'm happy to hear that, I was worried that you probably wouldn't like it, as it was an extreme upgrade from your previous living arrangements" the raven haired man rubbed the back of his own neck out of a slight twinge of nervousness. He looked up at Ronin, who basically was taller due to the fact that Cyrus was literally wheelchair bound and couldn't stand, though that also brought up another question in Ronin's head.

Was Cyrus always handicapped? Or did an accident cause it? Ronin wasn't sure about this but decided to not question it for now, as he didn't want to make the other uncomfortable with such personal questions. So he lead his own mind to another topic. How cute Cyrus's smile seemed to be- wait, cute??? Did THE Mercenary Thief, Ronin, just think that Cyrus Borg was cute??? Now the brunette was even more confused about how he felt towards the other.

Cyrus noticed the sudden confused and slightly reddened face of Ronin, so he reached out a gloved hand and gently nudged him. "Ronin...are you okay?.." The inventor's smiling expression shifted to one of slight worry, which snapped Ronin out of his thoughts again.

"Y-Yeah, yeah I'm fine" Ronin quickly replied, turning his head, which made some of his shaggy, shoulder length amber hair be helpful in trying to hide his face which was now dusted with red, both from being both flustered and embarrassed, which was actually rare to see from someone like Ronin, it was as if his cold demeanor immediately melted away in the presence of the man who allowed Ronin to stay in his industry building

While Ronin did these actions, Cyrus himself thought a bit. About how the other man seemed to always be a bit more...softer around Cyrus, even though Ronin denied that he was becoming soft. But Cyrus knew the truth. Ronin wasn't as much of a jerk to some people, and those who didn't break his trust gained a genuinely loyal friend, even if the thief didn't say too much about it.

In fact, Ronin was basically assisting Cyrus a few days after agreeing to stay. Grabbing items that were too high up for the inventor to reach, accompanying him when Cyrus was inventing and testing out new tech, and Ronin even went out of his way to sometimes make food for Cyrus, even though the man had to follow cooking instructions every single time.

This time it was Cyrus who was pulled out of his thoughts by Ronin, who had lightly nudged The inventor's hand, speaking to him. "Did my overthinking suddenly pass on to you?" He joked, chuckling a bit. The raven haired man let out a shy chuckle before responding. "No, it didn't.. though I was wondering about something" Cyrus said, a twinge of nervousness appearing in him again.

Ronin cocked a brow. "oh, and what do you need to know?" He questioned, seeming curious about what question the other man might have. Cyrus fidgeted a little, looking away then back at Ronin.

"What....What do you think about me?" That question hit Ronin like a truck. At first he looked a bit shocked, not sure how to answer, before his expression softened to one with a small but genuine smile, something that even the Ninja rarely saw, and a tint of red appeared on his cheeks as he spoke.

"What I think of you? Well, that's actually easy. I think you're a good friend. You give a second chance to those who need one, like me, even if I never admitted it. I don't feel so alone around you. In fact, you're basically the reason why I'm not possibly dead in a ditch somewhere" Ronin said, his light brown eyes looking into Cyrus's black ones. He lifted one of Cyrus's hands with gentleness, a clearly unexpected move from the scruffy man.

Cyrus felt his own cheeks warm up from both the words and the gesture. He just now noticed how Ronin's non-metal hand was a bit bigger even though the prosthetic one was basically around the same size , and felt rougher without his gloves. The man in the wheelchair looked up at Ronin again. "I....I didn't expect you to.. to think so fondly of me.." Cyrus chuckled nervously, which earned another smile from Ronin.

"yeah I may not like to admit when I'm feeling soft, but with you I guess it just.... doesn't feel embarrassing to admit it, as crazy as it sounds. I feel like I can actually be honest with you, which rarely happens with the people I meet" Ronin said in a low, but soft tone, one that made Cyrus's heartbeat pick up.

Cyrus looked at his hand, which was being held by Ronin's. "And um, I noticed that you seem to like it when I smile....is there any particular reason why?" He asked, his deep, black eyes meeting Ronin's light brown eyes again.

Ronin felt his own heart starting to race at the question. He scooted a bit closer to Cyrus, and the brunette was met with a flustered and confused look from the inventor. The Thief leaned down a little and pressed the most gentle kiss onto Cyrus's cheek before pulling away, smiling at the now red faced man.

"Because when you smile, I melt away"

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