#like she barely figured out that there legit are two personalities
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ak hee is so????????? sorry the girl u kidnapped and erased the memory of might not like you. when did u guys even have an iota of a romantic relationship.
#the jealousy w the guys in the same body is so weird lmfao#like she barely figured out that there legit are two personalities#and personally. im still not convinced ak hee isnt just sajo hyeons alter#love song for illusion#you were sweet when u saved her snd everything but that was like the only good interaction u had
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Oof I was right, next one is the Barbie episode, and I ain’t watching this one. Not in the mood to see another poor pity me Blitz episode with the show calling him out on his mistreatment towards others and yet once again wanting us to feel bad for him at the same time. Barbie will probably be Verosika 2.0, where she’s characterized as a bitch and snarkily throwing petty insults at Blitz with Blitz throwing them back, until the show wants to be serious and go “he actually hurt her”, but….if you’ve seen the leaks how I have? Lmao the show continues to pity Blitz despite him being a shit person, wanting you to side with him at all times, and after how ungodly unfunny he was in the last episode, Blitz centric episodes certainty aren’t my cup of tea lol.
Moxxie and Millie probably won’t do anything other than be there in the opening for more Moxxie drag fan service and then ANOTHER fight scene judging by the teaser, and it’s honestly sad how at this point Moxxie and Millie don’t even feel like characters, more like tools. Don’t get me wrong, I didn’t care for them in the beginning of the show, I called them boring but NOW? Lmao they’re just there. It’s so obvious that the writers have absolutely no idea what to do with these two and desperately try to figure out a way to stuff them in episodes, despite them barely doing anything or contributing anything, so they feel like a waste of time. They legit feel like fluff characters and it really is sad cause these are our MAIN characters, yet Vivzie is more focused on her very obvious favorites and only characters she puts effort in writing, aka the Stolitz show. Again, a good writer would know how to balance all these characters but thanks to Vivzie, Moxxie and Millie don’t even feel like characters so…Yee.
Anyway, y’all have fun with this one, let me know when the Fizz and Ozzie one drops lol.
#vivziepop critical#spindlehorse critical#helluva boss critical#helluva boss critique#helluva boss criticism#helluva critical#anti vivziepop#helluva criticism
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Send me a romantic ship and I’ll give you:
Ehmmmm… perhaps OlafxKit? I love those two so much. They looked very cute before the whole schism happened. Though I am pretty sure that it was toxic from the Olaf’s side, but I think he sincerely loved her.
Oooh, Kitlaf! You picked a good one!
honest opinion of it: I don't want to say it's an otp for either character, but GOD it is a ship that I feel strongly about because it's so important. Like, extremely important. The history that was only barely implied in The End is something that is so much for both, and I love how with re-reads, while I feel both are 100% DONE and OVER with one another, there was enough tenderness remaining for them to get closure of sorts (especially Olaf, and let me say that Netflix's scene of THAT MOMENT in The End is perfect).
Who I think got feelings for the other person one: Olaf. Factoring this is that Olaf is younger than Kit (Olaf is around Lemony's age) and thought her as cool and smart and pretty and 'oh not do I have FEELINGS FOR HER' drain pipe.
Who I think asked out the person first: Kit. In contrast to Olaf having the feelings first, Kit upon seeing/viewing as more than her little's brother Dramatic Friend #2 (Number One is Beatrice) + finally deciding to figure out what to do with the realization, decided one day to ask him out.
Which one is likely to buy the other coffee/prefer drink: Olaf. And he makes sure that the ordered drink is right. Legit the "She asked for no sugar in her coffee may I please speak to your manager" deal.
Which one likes to cuddle more: Kit, and this is something she made sure none of her associates see. She once woken up to her and Olaf sleeping with on another on a sofa, and was so happy and giddy and smiling until she heard someone chewing their cereal and it was Jacques and Lemony watching together and she throttles them.
Ideal Date Locations: Old Movie Theaters, Olaf's house (mainly the library), Briny Beach, Non-VFD Associated Restaurants (I feel they wanted to be far away from the organization if possible).
What was their first fight about: Rumors about Olaf's parents and their wavering loyalty to the Firefighting side of VFD had Kit asking Olaf if he could uh, dig into this. Olaf was insulted for Kit to doubting his parents, because that means Kit would eventually have doubts on him. The fight was awful, and they would have likely broken up if Kit didn't get advice from Bertrand (yeah), and Olaf didn't get advice from Beatrice (YEAH) that got them to reconcile.
How did they break up: Once again, Olaf's parents are in play here. Not long after the Opera Night, Olaf entered a downward spiral and became a bit destructive, setting minor fires to 'relax' and destroying property in the dead of night. Meanwhile, Kit starts to be haunted by nightmares of Olaf's parents, for Kit truly loved Olaf's parents; she saw them as her own substitute parents, and start becoming withdrawn. Especially to Olaf, who now became more bold in his habit, doing it in daylight now.
It all came to head when Esme after a long debate to tell this to Olaf (because she truly thought it would help) told how she saw Kit with a box of now confirmed missing darts that night. Olaf confronted Kit over this, and Kit was insulted how Olaf has doubts on her now (but doubts that she knew, are warranted). Needless to say, they broke up after Kit threw away her ring (Olaf had given it to her as more of a 'boyfriend-girlfriend' symbol than engagement ring).
Olaf in a rage later that night, slashed all but one of her car tires. Kit was pissed because she had to pay out of her pocket; if it was all four, her insurance would covered it, and she knows Olaf knows this.
Thank you for ask, dear anon! I hope this was a sufficient answer!
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Well, didn't get as much done today but I'm on track to finish the first comm this week at least. Would have helped if we didn't have a +1 today but tomorrow is looking to be the same so idk how much progress I'll make after a shower and dinner.
Not going to lie, I fell into a bit of a slump the past two weeks which was... Interesting. Stress, burnout, anxiety, or whatever really said "make time or it'll make you" huh? Mostly with inexplicable exhaustion. Anyone in my DMS probably noticed I was spacy as fuck and honestly, it was a bit embarrassing. Is embarrassing.
Got a discord group I've basically not interacted with (sorry Franky bro) cause I've been so spacey and tired. Hopefully I'll clear my plate enough to chime in soon without losing the plot.
I'm still tired. But it's not quite soul deep this week so far. Still not quite Tuesday though so we'll have to wait and see on that front. Helped I slept 14 hours and then spent the day with my brother and his friend who treated us to dinner and a movie (The First Omen, I liked it but kept forgetting it was a prequel. Did NOT expect to see full pussy in a nightmare/hallucination scene so warning to the dam that was wanting to watch it.) and saw the biggest fucking parmesan chicken in my life.
They brought that bitch out on a pizza stone and I legit thought he changed his mind and ordered pizza. A pound of chicken the size of a personal pizza COVERED IN SAUCE AND CHEESE ENOUGH TO PASS AS A LITTLE CEASERS.
Mad lads.
And I also started thinking about Nikia in Wano again! Shockingly, it's been a minute. Seems like pouring out my hyperfixation has helped me focus on other things instead of being consumed by pokemon while in the middle of One Piece shit lol
This is about the end of the useful updates btw, the rest will just be me rambling about Wano thoughts
So, I suddenly had the thought about what little dramatic plot would go nicely in the middle of this for the bois to do while the Straw Hats are fucking shit up.
And clearly, Izou is gathering Intel while keeping Thatch from blowing their cover. Nikia taking advantage of her anonymity to do some sight seeing and maybe take some eyes off of them cause who wouldn't investigate this new woman with giant ass wings?!?
(she's not a fan of the nosy bitches but we tolerate things for the people we love. They'll make it up to her later lol)
Had the hilarious mental image of Thatch disguising himself, specifically his hair. Very upset to part from the pompadour and gets a topknot that has a suspiciously shaped bundle up top. Izou hates it but picks his damn battles at this point.
So! The cheap trope drama I figured I'd give a little spin was!!!
Amnesia!
Manufacture to be specific. As maybe a follow up once King clarifies that Nikia is absolutely NOT Lunarian. Maybe to keep her in check so she doesn't run off before they do DNA tests to see wtf she is. No idea she can fly, so they (I feel like Kaido is the one suggesting it first cause he's a bitch with Big Mom seeing no issue and King just going along with it cause Nikia may not be like him but she's close enough he doesn't feel alone so whatever works, right?) go with a bit of a caged bird thing.
She's a 'guest' while she 'recovers' with King 'looking after her'.
And even with no memory of who she is, she doesn't trust this set up at all. Like, more in an awkward way cause it's clear she's meant to be displayed in a way so she can't 'repay' her 'hosts' like she'd traditionally want to via chores or cooking. She doesn't know what she's supposed to do at all and hates it. Her aloof expression just barely masking the 'someone give me a social clue about wtf is going on already'.
Gets on well enough with King, especially once he stops wearing the damn mask cause it really freaked her out. Pretends to be amicable with the others, can't erase the 'hostess' mask that easily. So it's a legit surprise when she finally admits she doesn't like or trust anyone there at all and has smelled the bullshit from the start and just didn't say anything.
Runs into Yamamoto at some point and likes his spunk even if he's a little weird. Has a hard time keeping up the act under his insistent investigation about why she's there cause honestly, same fam. Why am I here? WTF is going on?!?
I feel like Big Mom tries to touch her wings at some point out of curiosity and King stops her cause I can't imagine that's not a pretty intimate gesture for even Lunarians. Wins brownie points. Thanks for being a bro and all that.
On the night of the throw down the Bois finally manage to get into the palace and shit and Nikia immediately recognizes Thatch from his silhouette despite still not remembering shit.
A hilariously awkward "oh, hey, what are u doing here? Trying to steal shit? I heard it was bad out there but this is pretty risky don't you think?" And Thatch is staring at her in full Wano gear, makeup and all like
(｡ŏ﹏ŏ)
"I'm looking for my lover"
"OUR lover"
"ye that. Uhm. U seen her?"
Nikia just stares at them.
"... Ya gonna describe her or am I supposed to vibe check everyone I've seen here?"
They do recognize her btw, it's just painfully clear she doesn't so they're wondering if she's the real deal or something.
Cue Thatch trying to come up with a noteworthy detail she'd realize is her own feature but her hair has been changed up and he doesn't even think about her wings. Trying to be smooth and razz her up a little to knock some memories loose.
Notices the lipstick.
"Oh! She has a freckle on her lip! Right here!" He's so proud of himself, Izou ready to smack him as he continues "It's my s--one of my favorite places to kiss!"
It takes a moment before she blushes, realizing the obvious implications.
"ah... Why do I get the feeling you were about to say something else? Are u sure your lover would like you talking about that with a stranger?" She's flustered horribly as Izou smacks him.
"Ignore him. He's being an idiot. May we have your name?"
Honestly didn't have an alt name planned, thought it would be funny briefly if it was Nika but idk. Not committed to that but yet.
Anyway! She does remember on her own as she considers how compelled she feels to trust the two and how familiar they are. Comforting, dare she say. And, without remembering she can fly either deliberately does her 'clearing exercise' or is tossed up in a fight.
The clearing exercise is a rather dangerous, borderline suicidal act she does every so often when she feels conflicted or uncertain.
Usually, she'd go to the practice cliffs with updrafts. And then she'd fall down. The idea is that the threat of death would help clear her mind and what really matters to her. Is it really that important if it's not the first thing she thinks of when faced with the threat of death? And then she uses her wings to glide out of danger. She never does this injured, but the awareness that inaction will kill her is part of the process. She tends to overthink so this really streamlines the process in a way that can't be argued with.
She did NOT mention this habit to anyone before so the bois bout shit themselves when it looks like she's free falling to her death. Maybe Marco is there and goes to help only to end up banking with her as she recovers instinctively at the last moment, memories flooding back.
She's a little too good at faking an uncontrolled fall as part of her 'fighting style' to throw people off and it's steadily giving the bois gray hairs. Mostly because she's lost control while flying a lot due to the chaotic up/down drafts on the mountain.
Anyway, thats about all I thought of while spiritually ascending from this plane of existence for this scenario. Who knows if I'll use it or scrap the whole damn thing.
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Mockingjay MC
An Everlark Motorcycle Club Drabble
Katniss tugged on the hem of her skimpy leather skirt, attempting to lengthen it so she could maintain some level of modesty. She glanced down at the black fishnet tights and stripper heels she wore and grimaced, hating how cheap she looked and felt.
I look like a whore. Unfortunately, that’s not too far from the truth. It’s not like I have any other options, though. It’s this or starve to death, and I’ll do anything to stay alive, for Prim.
After her father’s death and her mother’s unexpected departure, Katniss had yet to find a way to make a living for herself. Her mother was a junkie who had abandoned her and Prim in the throes of grief, leaving Katniss as the only person left to put food on the table.
Prim was barely eighteen, and was in medical school on a full scholarship, so she was taken care of, however Katniss had no way to support herself after having been let go from multiple jobs.
At least Prim is doing well. As long as she has what she needs, I really don’t care what happens to me.
After Katniss was evicted from her sad excuse of an apartment, her next door neighbor Johanna suggested an opportunity that could help her out temporarily, while she got back on her feet.
“It’s called the Mockingjay MC,” Johanna told her. “They’re a one-percenter motorcycle club that owns several local businesses, both legit and illegal in nature. They’re looking for a few new club girls to help out around the house, taking care of chores and… whatever else the members might need, if you catch my meaning. I was a club girl for a couple of years myself, back in my twenties. They’ll give you a place to live, food to eat, and a small stipend if you’re willing to do what they ask. If you go there, though, make sure you dress the part. Otherwise they’ll laugh in your face. Oh, and ask for Peeta. He’s the President.”
Katniss hadn’t wanted to resort to what was essentially prostitution, but after living in an alley in the dead of winter for a week, she had finally given in. She used her last $20 bill at the local Goodwill, thumbing through the clothing racks until she found what Johanna called ‘biker chick’ apparel.
The black corset dug into her ribs and barely allowed her to breathe, but she was willing to do just about anything for free room and board. Johanna had helped her with hair and makeup, and after a long pep talk, dropped her on the doorstep of the Mockingjay MC clubhouse.
As she stared up at the heavy wooden door outside the club’s headquarters , she anxiously took a deep breath before knocking twice.
Here goes nothing. If they don’t take me in, I’ll be stuck living on the streets.
The door opened with a bang, and Katniss gulped nervously as she took in the behemoth of a man before her. He wore some type of leather vest, and his long blonde hair and grizzly beard made him look like a Viking warrior. His blue eyes sparkled as he gave her a long, lecherous once-over, and though it took him a few seconds, he eventually addressed her.
“Are you the new sweetbutt?” the man asked.
“The new what?” Katniss exclaimed in confusion.
“Club girl, sweetbutt, club slut. It’s all the same, really. Call yourself whatever you like. Don’t matter to me as long as you get on your knees on command, darling,” he said with an evil grin.
Her mouth dropped open in shock, and she was two seconds away from running when she heard another voice.
“Leave her the fuck alone, Cato! Let her get through the door before you start harassing her,” her savior said.
Katniss peered around Cato’s imposing figure and stared in awe at the handsome, rugged man walking towards her. Like Cato, he had long, blonde hair, but he was clean-shaven, and his leather vest held a patch on the front that read “President”. He had kind, blue eyes and a smile that reassured her, despite his rough exterior.
This must be the ‘Peeta’ Johanna mentioned.
“Sorry, Prez,” Cato replied sheepishly. “I’ve been waiting awhile for some fresh meat. The washed out hags that hang out here just aren’t doing it for me anymore.”
The man Cato called “Prez” glared at him and replied, “Don’t you ever talk about our club girls like that again. They’re loyal women who take care of us, feed us, and keep us alive.”
Then, after giving Katniss an appraising look, he added, “But this one here ain’t a club girl. This one’s mine; I’m claiming her. And no one talks to the President’s old lady with anything other than respect, you piece of shit.”
And then, he punched Cato straight in the jaw.
#biker!peeta#club girl!katniss#everlark drabble#motorcycle au#everlark fanfic#mrspeetamellark writes#edit by mrspeetamellark#edit by me#everlark#the hunger games
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and the san part 😭😭😭 it's all what yn could do for san but what can san do for yn? love sometimes just isn't enough
Well I assume what yn can do for san is love him whatever he does, and what he can do is at least get to know her? give it a go? see what they can be? ofc if he can't then he can't, he doesn't owe her love & can't be forced but he should at least grant her the possibility as all he's been doing is saying no with no explanation. he's been judging her for so long
tho his kinda guys quickly get swallowed by their pride and just bc homegirl is rich they'll have this inferiority complex and make everything a problem. what if her parents disown her or she decides to go make a life of her own, which will make her financially san's equal, what then?
& what can mingi do for yn? what can yunho? what can any guy? a relationship goes both ways and being there is already giving. but legit question bc I'm curious, what in your eyes can the other guys give?
I think I should get a diary instead of making your ask page my brain dump place hahaha
the worst thing you can possibly do for san is love him no matter what he does bc he said it himself in the teaser (and we'll learn so much more about him in the next chapter) he is selfish and he will use that love to his advantage bc he knows she'll always take him back/forgive him. and san is san, he'll fuck up and he'll hurt people and he'll hate himself but he still won't stop doing what he knows is wrong because some cycles are simply too much work to break and hating yourself is easier. this does not make him a bad person (please however reads this do NOT come into my askbox dragging him😭 idk why im so weirdly defensive over him, probably bc im the one who created his character but also bc i usually dont think people like that are bad people just really sad people)
he doesn't dislike that yn is rich, he feels like yn is ungrateful.
and what can mingi and yunho (still cant believe im even counting him in this it rly came out of nowhere) can do for yn is show her what it means to be loved. they dont struggle with the concept of it, i'll use yunho for example bc he's barely mentioned in the story so far but yn already managed to figure out that he's not scared of commitment, dating, even knows the type of girl he usually goes for etc etc (altho the way yn explains it in the first chapter sounds rly bad but thats bc its her perspective of him which isnt exactly good at the moment). and all this sounds like im saying u shouldnt date people with baggage or something and thats not what i mean at all bc yn has a ton of baggage as well so i just keep wondering how can two people with so much baggage and who are confused about love as much as they are know how to love each other and for it to be healthy? who is going to show who what is the right way you should love someone or how they deserve to be treated or that theres no reason to be scared if they're both scared??
like i genuinely keep going back and forth these days bc i had one ending for the series but recently i've been thinking about another one and i keep trying to figure out how to give yn a happy, healthy relationship with any of these three guys and for it to still stay true to all of their characters even after 2-3 years of a time skip and some very much needed growth..
also i totally don't mind these thought dumps in my inbox bc it really got me thinking a lot 😭❤️
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I wonder if we would have gotten more standalone episodes of the kids interacting in odd pairs if TOH got a proper season three. Maybe an episode where Amity and Gus go into town to do research at the museum, Willow and Vee fix the old house and have a heart-to-heart, or some sort of continuation of Amity and Hunter’s earlier conflict back in Eclipse Lake where he threatened her girlfriend.
The only acknowledgement we get of this snippet of continuity is in the second to last episode of season two with the balcony scene where you can see Hunter giving Amity the side eye in the background, but after that, the show doesn’t have time to acknowledge that these two have personal beef that never got resolved. There’s no Katara and Zuko moment, "I was the first one to trust you!” when they escape to the human realm and finally have time to stop and breathe and figure out what their feelings are about the other.
Which I think sucks for Amity because before Hunter showed up she was the most developed kid character outside of Luz. She has an entire character arc, the one who changes the most (emotionally and physically), her entire family contributes to the plot and is given way more screen time than Gus and Willow’s dads combined.
Yet, her relationship with the friendship group is the most underdeveloped. Hunter should be the odd man out, as he is still relatively new and was working for the big bad a couple of episodes ago, but he’s more integrated into the group than Amity who has been here since the beginning and also started as Luz’s initial rival. Hunter has been given the time to develop a personal connection with almost every one of the kids, whereas Amity still feels like “The girlfriend who hangs out with them sometimes”
Her main connection to everyone else is through Luz and the implication seems to be if she’s not around then Amity has no reason to be around. It’s only because they’re trapped in the human realm Amity is now forced to be in scenes where Luz isn’t around. It took nearly all of season 2 before the writers finally addressed the elephant in the room that Luz is dating her best friend’s former bully, which was a legit concern for some people who loved the ship but were worried about the implications if that conflict never got resolved and Willow just had to grin and bare it.
Heck, I don’t think Amity and Gus exchanged a single line of dialogue in all three seasons!
Thanks To Them was definately a Luz and Hunter centric episode, but I think Amity would have benefitted the most if we had a proper season three, considering the show can no longer shove Willow and Gus out of the narrative for more Blight Family insanity. Even if her family is way more interesting than Willow and Gus at this point.
#fandom: the owl house#for the stans accusing fans of sexism because Hunter become fan favourite#its not because he's male its because Amity's issues were getting resolved#so she was no longer the feral baby we remember back in season 1#whereas Hunter is currently in the middle of even more trauma#thereby being more engaging as a character#as we watch him struggle#although that might have something to do with her weird characterisation in fanfics#where she's sometimes written as the mean lesbian trope#even though that's not really accurate#she doesn't hate men#she just never has any scenes with them#who aren't her relatives
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Kamigami no Asobi/ Ludere Deorum (Anime) Critic, opinion, whatever (no major spoiler)
So, I just end to watch this short anime (12 episodes) and I’m like MEH. I don’t care about the game, truly, I give 3 fucks. Is only about the anime.
The basic plot is “A bunch of gods from different religions have to take classes in a school with a human for a REASON���. And at first, when you see which gods are (Japanese, Greeks, Nordic and Egyptian) you can think: Ok, this will be great! Like, knowing that Greeks, Nordic and Egyptians in some point fight historically between them, the god’s relationships must give a lot of drama and conflict, right???
WELL NO, ZERO. The story now is “Everyone love the human, plot less deep than a paper” ISTG.
Let’s start with the only woman in the series, a girl that’s so annoying that make me want to rip off her hair. Zero personality, she only adds something because the rest of the gods are pretty much teenagers with the mindset of a 10 years old child who seems to never see humans in their lives for more than 5 minutes (which in some point it contradicts it because one of the gods almost marry a human??). Typical lady who can’t stop to cry for legit anything but, somehow save the world and somehow know how help everyone…
The gods are just plain stupid, which, coming from beings hundreds of hundred years old, HOW THE FUCK? The only ones are the two who are like on top the school, Zeus and Thoth (this last one was my main reason to see this anime), who act a little more as millennial old god. One of them literally have the attitude and personality of a toddler…
The only big GOOD APPLAUSE to this anime was make the Egyptian gods (Anubis and Thoth) NOT WHITE and neither with “people of color offensive stereotypes”. Are the same, act the same, as SHOULD, but brown skin color.
But the rest is a little meh. Both are the only different ones, the Japanese gods look just as the Nordic and Greek. Their “god form” is a mix of Sailor Moon style with some vague representation of their characteristics.
Their personality are based on one quote of wikipedia, ignoring the 99% of their original lore, their relationships are also very basic. Half of the screen time are just simping over the girl, trying to see who will keep her as if she was just a prize and not a being with own brain (hello misogyny my old friend) and she is pretty much a toy with no self-love or even the ovaries to speak (she shutters and say “but” all the time).
They also end shirtless or semi naked way too often to be barely 12 episodes long and make me think, whoever made it, was thinking in “I will make a bunch of hot dudes, showing tasty meat, to make the girls see this anime”.
Another issue with the design is that they look pretty similar. Except the change of the hair color and style, they are the damn same, to the point of be hard to identify them at first, even the girl has THAT FACE. Again, only is easy for the Egyptians gods and Zeus. They are all so absurdly THIN like, damn, they have muscles but, you know, to have these muscles, do you have bones below or something? They are eels…
Their conflicts seem so damn deep in some point that make you think “ok, now the drama start!” but no, all is fixed in one chapter as if they put the issue under a rug.
The names are a big “wtf”. The character Melissa is showed as if is going to be important but I still try to figure out why the fuck they made him/her.
Being an old shitty person a side, I can say, even so, they somehow manage to be charming enough to make you get a little sad when the bad shit happens. After all, they are just a bunch of bimbos: no brain, pretty, nice guys.
There are a few plots twist that can make you say “cool”.
Background and scenery are great, night skies were my favorite.
Score: 2.5/5 and 5/10. Is fine if you are bored one day and want to binge a fast show without need to think, but don’t expect too much. And kinda avoid it if you are fan of any of these gods (much less a nerd of their mythology) or you will end spitting foam and cursing in old latin.
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Ayooo!! Hey you liked my comment on insta (the WayV one, you know about who)and followed me lol! You are so pretty seriously, I love your hair especially, love the colour. Also I've informed someone about Shotaro's sneeze (yes I'm still searching for it lmao I will never give up) and she doesn't have it too, nobody's clipped it 😭 Do you know from what type of content it was, like a dance practice or a backstage thing or a recording or anything? Also yesterday I went to church with my mom and there was a cat. A cute, spotted cat and she started cuddling up to me. Like hard. I've read that cats do that when they love you. I love cats. And dogs. Dogs always go lay with their bellies on display so I can pat them. They legit all do it its so cute. And I also met two orange cats, the one started sniffing my hand and walked away, the other started cuddling me. Then, the first one cuddled me too. Then they procceeded to fight. At least they were cute.
I have the following phases right now: Yangyang, raisins and milk. Raisins, man. Raisins, raisins, they used to be grapes. That's literally what this phase is. Yangyang. I love that boy so much literally. Also the insta lives he'd done with Ten those were too funny seriously those two are the people that keep me alive. Along with Mark. Earlier I'd said I'd come over my Mork obsession but no. Still I'm into Mork. I love him too much.
I'm at the moment animating a Sailor Moon transformation but it's so hard help-
-sneeze anon
(Ps I'd told my friend about this kink and she told me hers. I literally was so embarrassed about it because it's like the weirdest kink ever, and then she was like 'Yeah I dont wanna tell mine because it's embarrasing'. Turns out all it was was that she finds it a little bit hot if people are hurting during sex. That was all 😭 But anyways she's like the nicest person sadly she lives across the country and she's my only friend (":)
Hii, yes it was you! I figured it was someone from tumblr. And thank you!! It was during resonance and either backstage or anytime they were all gathered together. Hopefully we'll get more Taro and Sungchan content and they might catch a sneeze. Awwww being the chosen one by cats is the best thing ever. They are selective. Some are skittish, usually black cats are the most skittish from experience. When a cat is all cuddly and loving on the first meeting they know they can trust you. I'm always trying to befriend stray cats and when they rub against and me purr best feeling ever. And that's how cats are all cuddly then really to settle an argument from earlier with another cat or they're just really playful.
Raisins, are great I actually hate grapes, horrible texture but I love raisins, amazing texture, dried chewy grape. much better. Yangington!!! Is the best boy, his season greeting pictures so beautiful, also Xiaojun, the one he made his pfp stunning!!! They're lives are so funny, I really miss Ten and Yang's series when is it coming back! Also Xiaojun's chef series. I want more!! And I'm sure it is really hard but the fact you can even fathom to do it is impressive. I was struggling with the hyunjin edit I made and that's simple I wouldn't be able to even give an opinion.
And you shouldn't be embarrassed, remember the only people who should be embarrassed are those who are into bare naked feet, cause have you ever looked at the way they talk about feet, it's a bit concerning. No offense to feet people, I'm a little worried but you're okay, I'm sure NCT will post something for you soon.
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“Such Great Depths”
Joey Tapper had never seen the ocean, but he figured it couldn’t look much different than Slocan Lake.
From where he was standing amidst the foundation rubble of his town’s shuttered mill, surrounded by waist-high scrub grass and shards of broken brick, the oily-looking water looked like it stretched out to infinity. And it was purple. A few hours earlier the 17-year-old had dropped some acid with his buddies — only his third time trying it — so some part of him understood that the feeling of rapture throbbing in his chest like heartburn was drug-induced, not a legit reaction to what he was seeing. Regardless, he felt himself momentarily overwhelmed as he contemplated the labyrinthine depths of the lake before him, visualizing the ghoulish faces in the underwater cliffs and the murky graveyard that lay waiting at the bottom.
Even picturing it made him shiver, conjuring up visions of being stuck hundreds of feet down in the lonely gloom. Joey pulled his hoodie over his spiky blond hair to ward off the mountain wind, which dragged through his hair like ghost fingers. He brought a smouldering joint to his lips.
It was Friday evening, and pretty soon the sun would slump exhausted behind the looming mountains before him. That’s when the real magic would begin. Joey and three of his friends from Elephant Mountain Secondary had jumped the mill site’s chainlink fence, as they did most days, and tromped down to a shaded beach alcove conveniently shielded by leaf-covered vinery and a ten-foot rock they called Ol’ Captain. This is where Valley kids went skinny dipping late at night, where they had raging campfires, drunken sing-alongs, and fist fights. People lost their virginity there. Others lost their innocence, which isn’t the same thing. Neither had happened for Joey, a fact he blamed on his omnipresent acne and his frustratingly shy personality around girls.
Joey had long believed there was a better version of himself lurking within him, that there was a different and superior life that he was supposed to living somewhere else, far away from here. Something about this version of his life felt wrong, doomed somehow. Had he lived other lives before this one? Would he live more after he died? There was no denying he’d been born and raised in the Kootenays, but he had this insistent sense that he belonged in some other place, or maybe some other reality.
The wind off the lake was icy, forcing tears out the sides of his eyes, and he wiped them on the arm of his grey plaid jacket. It annoyed Joey that reality was so persistent, that no matter how high he got, he always ended up back in the same drab surroundings. Normal life felt drained of colour. It wasn’t his mother’s fault, or his older brother Jimmy’s — neither of them seemed capable of taking care of Joey and his twin sister Emerald. No, it was his Dad.
The whole Tapper family had been reeling dazed since Joey’s father had inexplicably committed suicide last summer, his big toe on the shotgun trigger. The authorities found him on a side road near the base of Elephant Mountain, politely pulled over to the shoulder with his hazards on. Joey had visualized many times what it must’ve looked like inside the cab, the cop walking up to the side window with a flashlight. Was there flecks of skull stuck to the windshield? Did the blood splash like paint? Could you still see his face, or was it mostly gone? Joey was sixteen when he first heard the news, and his life now seemed cleaved in two by that event. He’d been a relatively happy kid before, and now he was a broken stoner blinking back tears.
Nyla snapped him back to reality, yelling from further down the shoreline. She was waving a staff-sized stick over her head, giggling, while she hopped from boulder to boulder in her bare feet. The other guys were shouting at her, taunting her about something, but their voices were swept away by the wind. Joey watched her flexing legs dance across the beach in tiny cut-off jean shorts. It was a privilege to witness, he thought, with a nearly religious reverence. It made being born worthwhile, just so he could experience being in their proximity.
“You still with us, Tapps?” she yelled, taking a swing with her stick at a rusted out oil drum and snapping it in two.
“I’m holding it together.”
Something about that made her laugh, and she swept her faded pink hair behind her ears as she sauntered over unsteady on her feet. Nyla had a perma-pout that was kind of corny and she wore too much makeup, like a geisha or something, but she also had a look unique in their high school. Not hipster, not goth, not boho — just flamboyantly alternative. Joey had fantasized about asking her out for years, but somehow he couldn’t force the words out of his mouth.
Other dudes had taken a shot, but none had been successful. Some kids in their grade even thought she was a lesbian. There were a few moments where he thought something might happen between them, drunken late night moments when their lips nearly touched under the moonlight, but he didn’t know how to pull the trigger. Thinking about this, he covertly slipped his hand into one pocket and took his throbbing dick in his fist just as Nyla gave him a playful shove in the chest. For a horrifying moment he thought he was going to topple over, but after a brief moment of panic his equilibrium returned and the ground reassured him that it was still there.
Nyla laughed oblivious, clearly off on her own acid-induced trajectory.
“The guys are talking about taking an expedition,” she said, facing him. “And we wouldn’t want to leave a crew member behind.”
He took a drag on his joint, then offered it to her. “An expedition?”
“Well, Ryland said he knows a guy that will sell us bunch of MDMA cheap, and he figures we can make all some money selling it during concert season. So he wants to head over to the dude’s house, but he lives on the other side of the lake.”
“The other side of the lake?” he asked, becoming aware that he was just repeating her words. “How are we supposed to get to the other side of the lake?”
She took a long hit off his joint. “Grady says he can get us a canoe.”
“A fucking canoe? A four-person canoe?”
“I don’t know. They said it’s nearby, at some property on the edge of downtown. Belongs to Grady’s uncle or something? I wasn’t like totally listening because I was looking for our little lost sheep, you know? Wouldn’t want you to wander off.”
“You worried about wolves?”
She laughed, handed him back the joint. “Always. Wolf safety is paramount, soldier.”
“Why do you keep calling me soldier?”
Nyla clambered up a nearby mud-pile, striking a pose against the light blue sky.
“Because you always follow the rules, even when you’re breaking them. You pretend like you don’t have a moral code, Joey, but I know the truth. You’re like a Kootenay version of a choir boy, always concerned about pleasing the elders and being a good little boy. You can’t fool me, Joey. I’m un-foolable.”
“That’s not a real word.”
“Fuck you it’s not a real word. What makes a word real?”
“It means the word has a definition that everybody agrees on.”
“So if people don’t agree on the definition, then it’s not a real word?”
Joey didn’t have an answer for that. His jugular was vibrating uncomfortably now, so he quickly slurped back a series of hits off his joint, then coughed violently into his elbow. He blinked his watery eyes at the mountain sloping away from him, really taking in each individual tree. His mind was doing more things simultaneously than he could keep up with, like it had fractured off into independent thought trajectories regardless of whether he could follow. Tiny organisms floated across his vision like fat see-through porpoises. That was the acid, for sure.
“You know how many words Shakespeare invented?” Nyla asked, smirking at his bleary gaze. “Words are just sounds that somebody else made up. They can mean whatever we want them to mean. And we can make new words, new definitions. That’s the beauty of language. Think of slang, how each new generation introduces new words to the cultural vocabulary.”
He sighed. “I still don’t think un-foolable is a word.”
The Kootenay Goon
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Sugar Daddy - n.yuta
Pairing: Nakamoto Yuta x fem! Reader
Warnings: Sugar daddy Yuta! Smut, fingering, kissing, moaning, grunting, groaning, receiving/giving heads, choking, begging, passionate sex, fluff in the end ^.^
Word Counts: 8.9k
Summary: As an influencer, you barely check your DMs. One specific guy did catch your eyes and you catch his eyes. He became your sugar daddy. Your contract with him only last for a whole summer but to him, you were too special to be only lasted for an entire summer. But things don’t go the way you both wanted.
A/N: Sorry it took me a while, I’ve been stuck with school this week and I had two weddings to attend. Don’t worry, those who did request, I’m still in the process of writing :) you’ll see your stories soon. Stay tune for more stories to be publish!
You’re a 24-year old that’s obsessed with lifestyle. Your Instagram page is full of fun living experiences and showing your 15k followers what it’s like being you.
You do sponsor a lot of small business companies, clothing, jewelry, lingerie, and bikinis. You’ll try to go to places just to show off the brands.
You do get a lot of DM offers but the one you couldn’t resist was from this one guy. He’s been trying to get your attention for a while and you thought it was a bit weird.
He kept offering you trips to different countries, buying whatever you want, and even offered you money. That’s weird, right?
“Be my sugar baby? I’ll do anything for you” he says.
But, for you to be his sugar baby, you’ll have to listen to him and travel with him for his work. Being his partner. You’re not ready to do all that with a stranger.
You had to think about it because there are guys who do that and kill them. You don’t want to die. What if he gives you a lot of money and in the future run, he wants it back? It’s a lot of things you need to think about.
yuu_taa_1026 wants to send you a message!
You opened it.
I have a trip to Japan this weekend and I would love to take you. I already have your first-class ticket ready. If you’re willing to come, you can meet me at the airport. x *attachment*
“He legit got me a first-class ticket! What should I do?!” You scream at your friend. Now, you’re rethinking everything.
She came out of the kitchen and sat beside you to read the message. Her mouth flew open.
“He even added a picture of your ticket!” She shriek. You nodded. She sigh and handed you back your phone.
“Do you want to go?” She asks you. You shrug. “I’m not even sure. As I said, I don’t want to die” you groan.
She laughs, “he’s been trying to get your attention for a while. Why don’t you go for it? If he gives you one bad feeling, take the first flight back home!” She explains.
You slowly nod your head, “when’s the weekend?” You ask. She looks at her wrist where his watch is.
“Tomorrow!” She gasps. You hurried to your room to pack your things.
“Hey don’t forget this” while you try to figure out which outfits to bring, your friends threw in red lingerie you had modeled for Instagram. It landed inside your suitcase. You turn your head to look at her.
“Are you crazy? I don’t even know him. I’m not going to throw myself on him” You take your lingerie back out. Your friend sighed and sat down next to your suitcase.
“So, you’re going to Japan with him. What if you two share the same hotel room? That’s so romantic” She giggles. You didn’t respond to her, you continue to search your closet for the best outfits. Your friend took out another lingerie and shove it inside your suitcase.
You woke up earlier to get ready to make sure you look good. You were nervous at the same time. What if it’s an old guy catfishing you.
You made sure your friend drive you to the airport in case this mission was a failure. “I’ll text you okay?!” You told her as you yell outside the car. She nodded.
“If it’s the same person, hit it” she winks. You rolled your eyes and waved goodbye to her. He had DM you earlier this morning, he told you he’d wait for you at the terminal.
You didn’t want to text him back so you might as well surprise him. You arrive at the terminal, searching around to see if you can find him.
“You made it!” A soft voice spoke behind you. You turn around and your jaw almost broke jaw because of how wide open it hung. He laugh which made you snap out of your thoughts and close your mouth.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t expect you to look like the picture” you chuckle nervously and went up to him.
“I thought that too, aren’t you glad I’m am though?” He asks. You couldn’t get over how handsome this person is. His beauty was pure perfection.
“I-I am” you laugh. He tucks his hand into his pants. He was wearing a suit while you dressed casually. You look down at your clothes, black knit crop top, and pants.
“I look way off” you laugh at yourself. He shook his head, “no, you look great. I have a meeting when we land so I wore this ahead of time” he explains.
You nodded. “Flight 243 to Osaka, Japan is now boarding,” the lady on the announcement said. He smiles, showing his perfectly white teeth. Wow, he’s truly beautiful.
He led you to the check-in and while walking to the plane he introduce himself, his name is Yuta and he's from Japan. You introduce yourself to him but it seems like he already knows you.
“Is it okay if I sit by the window? I like looking at clouds” you ask shyly. He moves to the side, “of course” you slide into the luxurious cabin.
You look around and try to admire everything. Who knows this will be your last time flying first class.
“Are you alright?” He asks as he fastens his seatbelt. You chuckle, “it’s my first time riding first class, this is exciting” you shriek. He laughs at you.
“I’ll make this your best experience” he helps you with your seatbelt.
“I didn’t get your name,” you ask him. His doe eyes look up at you, “Yuta.” You could melt from his eye contact.
Yuta had requested champagnes for the two of you. The flight had taken off and it’ll take the place almost two hours to get there.
“So what makes you choose me?” You turn your body to face him. Yuta chuckles and turns his body to look at you.
“I saw you on me explore page and I was fascinated so I went through your posts” he explains.
You gasps, “were you stalking me Yuta?” You joked. Yuta raised his eyebrows, “you caught me” he put his hands up in defense.
“It took me a while to get a response back though” Yuta blushes. Your laughs, “I’m sorry, I thought you were a creep. It’s all safety concerns” you defend. Yuta nodded.
“What makes you want to come with me?” He asks. You put your chin on your palm as your elbow rested on the dividers between you two.
“The first-class tickets got me” you joked. Yuta scoff.
“Oh wow!” He laughs. You laugh with him and gently hit his chest.
“I’m kidding. I noticed you’ve been trying to get my attention so I was like I might as well. I prayed you weren’t some catfished guy” you sigh. Yuta looks down at his lap and back at you.
“So how does this work?” You take a sip of your champagne. “Am I stuck with you for this one trip or do you have something else planned?” You asked.
Yuta cleared his throat, “I was planning on keeping for this trip but I like you so I’d like to stick with you for this summer” he looks at you. He noticed your expression changed.
“That’s if you want to but you don’t have to” he quickly said. You quickly shake your head no.
“No, no. I’d like that. You should know, I’m a fun person to be around with during the summer” you wink at him. Yuta laughs.
“Like?” He was very intrigued by you. He was very comfortable with you and he appreciated how comfortable you got around him.
The two of you spend the entire flight talking about what you did last year summer. Yuta talks about his business. The two hit it off well.
You learned that Yuta only wants you to stick with him for the whole summer. After summer ended, you’ll be back to your own life and him as well.
“Y/n, I have a business dinner tonight so you want to come?” Yuta asks you when you opened your hotel door.
“Are you sure it’s okay for me to go?” You ask, biting your lips. Yuta looks down at your lips and back at your eyes.
He nodded, “Yes. I want you there,” he said. You nodded.
“I don’t have any fancy clothes,” you said nervously. Yuta chuckles, “let’s go take you out then,” he said. Your eyes lit up.
“Seriously?” You ask him again. He nodded.
“I’ll buy you everything you want,” he said. You pick up your purse and your keycard and left with Yuta to the shopping mall. He had taken you to the expensive branded stores.
Everything you had tried on Yuta bought it. You beg him not to but he insisted. He doesn’t care what you said he got it.
“I only need one outfit” you look down at all the shopping bags with all the expensive clothes inside.
“You’ll be spending the whole summer with me, there’s no way you’re going back home to get more clothes. You’ll be by my side at all times” he said in all seriousness. You gulped and nodded.
“Come on, let’s go get shoes” he takes your wrist and drags you into Louis Vuitton.
That night, Yuta had taken you to the company dinner as his plus one. You weren’t sure what they were talking about because they were speaking in Japanese. Yuta would translate something’s to you when he notice you were being awkward.
“Are you doing okay so far?” Yuta whispered in your ear. You nodded with a smile. “This is what you do? This is cool” you look around at the rich people socializing.
You heard Yuta chuckle, “it’s cool but also stressful. If you’re tired, we can head back” Yuta asks. You quickly shake your head no.
“I’m fine, I’d like to stay and wait until you’re done” you smile at him. Yuta nodded. He took your hand and wrap it around his arm. He walks around and socializes with his business partners.
You would talk when they ask you a few questions. You didn’t want to talk too much because you don’t want to make Yuta look bad.
“Are you his girlfriend?” One of the wives said. You chuckle and slightly tug on Yuta’s arm. Yuta looks at you and the wife.
“Is she your girlfriend?” She repeated but this time asking Yuta. Yuta smiles and looks at you, “she’s a friend” he pats your hand. The wife chuckles.
“Too bad, you both would be cute together” She walks away. You and Yuta exchange eye contact and started laughing.
“That was awkward,” He said. You agreed.
Sometime during the event, you find yourself sitting down. Your feet were hurting from wearing high heels. You wanted to rest before getting back up.
You also felt tired as your eyes were begging you to close. You tried to stay away by rubbing your eyes without ruining your makeup.
You saw Yuta walking up to you and pretending everything was fine. He kneels in front of you and takes your hands into his, “are you tired? Let’s go back?” He asked sweetly. You were really tired so you nodded.
Yuta said goodbyes to everyone and left the event in a taxi. You fell asleep on the way back. Yuta noticed but he had to wake you up when you both arrive at the hotel.
He led you to your room, you quickly jump on your bed and shut your eyes. Yuta laughs as he drops his suit on a chair. Soon, you fell asleep right away.
Yuta took off your heels and left the dress alone. He went to the bathroom to get your makeup wipes and gently wipe the make off your face.
You groan, “you don’t have to do this” you chuckle tiredly. Grabbing his wrist. Yuta let out a small smile.
“Shh, it’s okay. Just sleep” he whispered. You kept your hand on his wrist as he try to get all the makeup off your face.
He tuck you under the sheet and left your room to let you rest.
That morning you woke up early and took a shower. You ordered room service and went to check on Yuta.
You knock on the door before he came to open it. “Did you eat yet?” You asked him. He shook his head no.
“Tada!” Your cart of food into his view. Yuta smile and open the wider to let you in.
The two of you ate while talking about his business. Yuta company specializes in stock. He’s very good at it too.
“Aside from being an influencer, did you want to become something else before that?” Yuta asks. You took a sip of your orange juice.
“I wanted to become a flight attendant. But I gave it up” You lean back onto the couch.
“Why is that?” Yuta sips his coffee.
You shrug, “if I were being honest, I was broke. My mom died and I went into this deep black hole. When she told me she would support me, I looked forward to becoming one. I even passed my exam and all. Then, she died in a car accident so I never look back into doing it. Or else it would be reminded of the” you didn’t want to ruin the mood by telling him this sad story of your life. You smile as if everything is okay.
“Would you go back to doing it?” Yuta asks quietly. You look out the window.
“I’m not sure” you smile.
“If I give you money, would you go and do it?” He asked. You quickly shake your head no.
“It’s not about the money at this point. I’m not worried about that. I just, I don’t know. I don’t have the support system to make me go and do it” You play with the hem of your pants.
“I’ll be the support system. I’ll be there for you every step of the way” He scoots closer to you and hold his cold hands into yours.
You look at his handsome face, his eyes were glistening from the sun. “You would do that for me?” You were shocked. Yuta squeeze your hands and nodded.
“After all, you got me breakfast” he looks at the food you both had finished. “It’s just a kind gesture. I didn’t want you to eat alone” you chuckle.
“No, you’re the first to do this for me” He took a sip of his coffee.
Your eyes widen, “Really?” You ask. He nodded.
“Do the girls you take just hang out with you for money?” You sit up straight. He nodded.
“Seriously? That’s stupid. Well, I’m glad I’m here with you. You’re a good person” you smile at him and pat his arm. Yuta smile at you.
The room fell silent, with only the two of you staring at each other. You cleared your throat and look away. “What’s on today’s agenda?” You ask him, stretching your body out.
“I’ll be busy today but you’re free to roam around, I don’t want you to be stuck with me” Yuta checks his watch.
“Wow, you’re dumping me already?” You cross your arms. Yuta quickly tries to reassure you he’s not. It made you laugh.
“Yuta, I’m kidding. I’ll be fine. You go ahead and do your stuff” you smile at him. Yuta bit his lips.
“You have my number right?” He asks you. You shook your head.
“Give me your phone” he put his hand out for you to put your phone on his palm. You took out your phone and place it on his palm.
Yuta notice a cute picture on your lock screen of yourself, he smiled because of how pretty you looked. After he saved his number he gave it back to you.
“I’m giving you my card, get anything you want” he pull out his wallet and handed you a black card. Your eyes widen, you have to be so rich to have one. You quickly push his hand away from you.
“No, no. I’ll be fine. You think I’m that broke?” You scoff but crack a laugh. Yuta chuckles and grabs your wrist. You retract your hand back which made him try to get your hand again. The two of you fight in silence until you gave up.
Somehow Yuta ended up over you, his face was inches away. You gulped. Yuta noticed he was close to you too, he doesn’t know why he’s so nervous.
“Fine, I’ll take it!” You quickly said and took the card. Yuta sat next to you, awkwardly. “That doesn’t mean I’m going to use it” you hiss,
Yuta nodded, “I have to get going. Be safe okay. Text me if you’re lost” He said as he put on his jacket. He waves goodbye to you before leaving his hotel room with you in it.
You sigh and design to clean up his room. It was a habit you picked up from your mom. You can’t stand having messy rooms, you have at least made it tidy.
You decided to walk around the shopping street in Osaka. Since you’ve never been to Osaka before, you wanted to experience what it’s like.
Everyone was very friendly, they made you come visit their stores. You came across a jewelry vendor. They were selling pretty jewelry. You thought of Yuta.
He’s always wearing pretty dangly earrings. So you wanted to pick one for him. Well, a necklace. You weren’t sure if he wears it but you went to purchase one anyways. You chose a silver necklace with a kunai dagger on it.
You went around some more to look for other stuff. You came across this one restaurant. You wanted to order something for lunch so you can surprise Yuta with it.
As you waited for your food, your phone begin ringing. You smile at the caller ID. Yuta had saved his number as Yuta <3. It was cheesy but you liked it.
“Hi! Are you calling to check on me or are you calling to ask if I spend your money yet?” You answered the phone.
Yuta laughs on the other line, “I’m calling to check on you.” You raised an eyebrow.
“Did you miss me yet?” You joked.
“No. What are you doing?” He asks. You rolled your eyes at how quickly he changed the subject.
“I’m at the shopping street in Tenjinbashisuji” you had to pronounce the word slowly. Yuta laughs at your pronunciation.
“Oh! Tenjinbashisuji!” The way he pronounce it was so perfect and clear, you felt embarrassed. You can’t blame yourself since Yuta is from Japan. “That’s a good place, did you like it?” He asked you.
You smile and nodded, knowing he can’t see you. “It’s nice! Everyone is so nice” the lady called your order as you made your way to pay.
“Japanese people are nice when they want to” Yuta nodded.
“Did you eat yet?” You left the restaurant. You heard shuffling on the other end of the line.
“No, I’ve been busy with work” You could hear the stress in his voice. You look down at the food, “I bought food for you. Can I come to your office?” You asked Yuta, hoping he’d say yes.
No answer.
You check your phone to make sure he was still on the phone. “Hello?” You make sure he was still on.
“Oh sorry, yes! Please come, I’ll let my secretary know and they can escort you there!” Yuta answered. You smile and quickly walk to the nearest bus stop.
“Great! I’ll let you there” You said. But you paused. “Wait! Can you send me the address?” You blush.
“I already sent it” he laughs on the other end. Your phone vibrates with a message from Yuta. You smile, “okay, I’ll see you soon.”
The two of you hung up and you try your best to get to Yuta’s building quickly. A nice older woman helped you out by telling you which bus to take.
You arrive at Yuta’s building 15 minutes later, you hoped the food is still warm. You made it inside the building, you went to the front desk to tell them you’re here for Yuta. They escorted you to Yuta’s office.
“Mr. Nakamoto, your guest is here” his secretary announced. Yuta’s soft voice responds on the other side of the door. The secretary opens the door and lets you enter.
Yuta’s table was covered with piles of paperwork. He looks up when he saw you came in. “Hi!” He smiles and drops the paperwork. You smile back and hold up the plastic bag. His face lit up.
You set up the food on the coffee table in his office. His office is pretty big, he is the CEO anyways. Yuta rubs his hands when he saw you preparing the food.
“It smells so good!” Yuta looks around. You had to agree. You handed him a chopstick as both of you dig in.
You look around his room, his room overlooking the city of Osaka. “Do you like the room?” Yuta asks as he watches your eyes roam around. You nodded.
You swallowed your food, “it’s pretty” you smile. Yuta agreed. “Oh!” You said as you search your bag.
Yuta looks at you confusingly. You pull out the small paper bag that has his gift in it. You handed it to him. Yuta puts down his food and takes the bag.
“What is it?” He asks as he opens the bag. You wait for his reaction. His eyes lit up as he pull out the necklace.
“This is so cute! I love it!” He smiles. He looks at the pendant. “It’s a kunai dagger too!” He exclaims.
You chuckle, “I don’t know if you wear necklaces but I think it’ll look good on you” you smile nervously.
“Y/n, I’m in love with it” he touches his heart. He went to put it on. You watch him admire the necklace around his neck.
“How do I look?” He asks. You smile, “handsome” you look at his face. Yuta chuckles and kept touching it.
“Oh! Here’s your card,” you put the black card on the table and slide it to him. “I didn’t use it,” you told him.
“You’re in Osaka, you have to treat yourself!” Yuta groan. You shake your head, “I did” you glance at the necklace.
Yuta looks down at the necklace, “I said yourself not me” He repeated. You chuckle. “Technically I did, I treat myself by buying you that necklace” you corrected him.
Yuta smiles as he stares at you, “I can never win against you can I?” He asks. You shake your head no. “Nope.”
“Can I hang around here until you finish work?” You stretch yourself as you lean back into the couch. Yuta nodded, “yeah. You sure you don’t want to back to the hotel?” He asked you.
You shake your head no, “it’s going to be boring without you” you pout. Yuta chuckles.
The two of you finish eating but you’re mainly letting him eat since he’s been working so hard. You eventually fell asleep on the couch.
Yuta who was working, walked up to check on you, you were fast asleep. He chuckles as he takes off his jacket and puts it over you.
He gently stroked your face and went back to his chair and finish where he left off.
“Mr. Nakamoto” his secretary came in. Yuta quickly hush him as he glance over to where you were at and see if you woke up.
The secretary glances at you and looks at Yuta. Yuta told him to come. “Did you get it?” He asked his secretary. His secretary nodded as he place the red box with a gold emblem on it.
“Perfect! Thank you!” Yuta smiles. He opens the box revealing a gold Cartier love bracelet with diamonds surrounding it.
“Would that be all Mr. Nakamoto?” He whispered. Yuta shake his head as his eyes fixed on the jewelry.
“That’ll be all” He whispered back. His secretary left as Yuta close the box and put it inside his bag. Throughout his whole shift, he kept thinking about gifting you the bracelet. He’s waiting on the perfect time.
“No way!“ you shriek. Yuta nodded.
“We’re going to Italy?!” You asked him again. Yuta nodded. “Ahh! I’m excited” as you clap your hands in happiness.
Yuta watch your face light up. “Is it for business?” You ask him. Yuta shook his head no.
“Just a little break before we resume again” he explains. You nodded.
“When are we leaving?” You asked him. “Tomorrow” he responded. Your face lights up again.
You had told Yuta that you’d never been to Italy and that it’ll be so perfect. Yuta told you what you’ll be doing there and that he had rented a yacht for a whole day for the two of you. You were so excited for that day to come.
That night, you had to apply for a job to be a flight attendant. You had thought about it and Yuta was there to help you with the process. Yuta had joked about your height.
“I don’t know, the application said you have to be 5’6 but you’re a lot shorter” Yuta tried to measure your height. You push him away. “Hey! I passed my exam last time!” you scoff. Yuta laughs as he watches you press submit.
“There it goes,” You said, looking at the submitted application and look at Yuta. Yuta gave you a high five but you pull him into a hug. “Thank you for being here with me. It means a lot” you said against his shoulder. Yuta stroke your head.
“I’m glad I was here” He smiles. “And it’s also because you’re using my computer so” He purses his lips. You rolled your eyes.
“Let’s check your browser shall we?” you quickly try to open his browser history but he quickly snatches his computer away from you. “Mr. Nakamoto, what are you hiding” You smirk, trying to get his computer but he kept it so high you couldn’t reach for it.
“None of your business,” He said. The two of you trying to fight each other for the computer. It’s not like Yuta has been watching anything dirty, he was just embarrassed to show his recent browser history after searching up which bracelets he should get you.
You both had arrived in Italy 24 hours later. The flight was longer so you had more time to sleep in. The weather in Italy was hot. It is the summer after all. Yuta had taken you to Capri, it was a beautiful island surrounded by mountains. You’ve always seen pictures of this island and you wanted to visit it. There’s a driver to pick you both up and take you to the hotel.
“Bad news, I didn’t want to tell you this earlier but I only got one suite for the both of us. All of their rooms are fully booked and luckily I found this one” He said. You nodded. “That’s fine. I don’t mind sharing” You respond. Yuta smiles, he knows you wouldn’t complain.
Both of you entered the master suite. It was so cozy and the view of the ocean was beautiful. You open the balcony door and feel the fresh summer air. “This is so pretty” You close your eyes as you feel the breeze hitting your face.
“Do you always admire the places you visit?” Yuta chuckles as he stands beside you. You open your eyes, “Of course. Who knows if I’m coming back to the place again” You shrug. Yuta had to agree. He watches your eyes roam around but all he could focus is on your face. How pretty you look under the sun.
“Did you want to rest or should we go eat?” Yuta asked. You know tomorrow is when you both will use the yacht.
“Hmm, what do you want to do?” You ask Yuta. Yuta chuckles.
“It’s your week, I’m going to listen to you” Yuta back up. You groan, “I hate making decisions.”
“You’re going have to” Yuta shrugged. You look at the horizon and finally decided.
“Shall we go to the spa?” You smile. Yuta nodded. “Let’s go!” He went back inside.
The two of you change into your robes. Yuta had waited for you. Once you step out Yuta smile, “let’s go?” He asks. You nodded. You wrap your arm around Yuta’s arm as he leads you two to the spa.
You groan, “this feels so good” your eyes roll to the back of your head.
Yuta chuckles, you look at him as the lady massage his back. “Does it feel good?” You ask. Yuta nodded and close his eyes.
“As a businessman, you should get massages every week. It’ll help you relieve some tensions” you suggest to him. Yuta raised his eyebrows.
“Can you give me massages then?” He asks. You smirk, “for now. My contract ends this summer remember?” You told him.
Yuta groaned, “don’t mention it. I’ll be sad for the rest of the summer” he pouted. You giggle.
“Wow! This yacht is huge!” You set your stuff down and look around. Yuta watches you go inside every room in awe. He chuckles at all the expressions you make.
“You like it?” He asks. You nodded.
They move the yacht in the middle of the ocean where you can see the whole island from afar. The tides here are a little calmer. You were sunbathing while Yuta reads the newspaper. It was starting to get hot so you move away from the sun. “Let’s jump in the water!” You suggest. Yuta smirked and put the paper down.
“You go first,” He said. You play with your hands and look down at your feet, “I forgot how to swim” you chuckle.
Yuta shakes his head and stands up from where he was at. You watch him take off the black shirt he was wearing, revealing his tattoos and belly piercing. It caught you so off guard, you didn’t expect Yuta to have any tattoos or let alone a belly piercing.
Yuta notice you were staring at his stomach so he cleared his throat. “Come, you can hold on to me” He puts his hand out for you to take. You nodded and take his hand. He leads you to the deck. He went inside the water first and aid you after.
You yelp at how cold the water was. Yuta caught you when you sunk into the ocean. He laughs when you try swimming back to the surface. You cradle onto him, wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck.
“You okay?” Yuta notices how scared you look. You nodded and wipe your face. His arm rested on your waist while the other tried to help you both stay floating.
You look down at his neck, he kept the necklace on. You poke on it, “you never take this off?” You ask. He shakes his head no.
“Make sure it doesn’t stab you while you’re sleeping” You tap on it and look at his face. Both of your faces were close to each other. You didn’t know what got into you but you lean in to kiss his cheek. Yuta's eyes widen. You cleared your throat.
“S-sorry. I don’t what gotten into me” you stutter. You could hear your friend’s voice in your head, you’re into him!
“No, it’s okay” He brushes it off. He holds onto you tighter. The two of you got quiet. You weren’t sure if he let you do it. You felt weird because Yuta didn’t have the reaction you wanted.
“How are you trying to be a flight attendant and you can’t swim?” Yuta breaks the silence. You blush. “They have a life vest right?” You ask.
Yuta shakes his head, “for the passenger not for you” He laughs. You hit his chest softly. That afternoon, Yuta had taught you how to swim again. You both played on the jet ski and just be in each other’s company.
After a fun night, you both went back to the hotel to change and went out to a fancy dinner that Yuta had planned. You walked with your arm around his. Yuta never complains about it. As of matter of fact, he likes it.
“How’s the food?” Yuta asks after finishing the last spoon of your gelato. You wipe your lips and put two thumbs up.
You heard music from afar and it slowly gets louder as it approaches the two of you. You look at Yuta who was already smiling at you. You watch the people in their instruments playing classical music beside you in awe as you did a small clap.
“Y/n…” Yuta calls your name. You look at him. He pulled out a red rectangular box and slide it across the table. You gasp. “What’s this?” You saw the branded name across the box.
“It’s for you” He smiles.
“Yuta…I hope you didn’t get me this because I got you the necklace” You couldn’t believe it.
He chuckles and nods, “Yuta, I can’t accept this. It’s too expensive” You shake your head no.
“Please, I want to do this for you” He begs. You shake your head. “Yuta, that necklace cost so much less than this” You whispered.
Yuta nodded but he took your wrist. Your hand rested inside his large hands. “I will not let you walk out of here without this.” You look at him, you could see how sad he’ll be if you don’t accept it.
You sigh and nodded. Yuta smiles and scoots his chair closer to the table to open the box. Your mouth flew open to see the diamonds around the bracelet. Yuta smiles as he fixes the jewelry around your wrist.
“It’s not only because you got me this necklace, it’s because I thought you deserve this. I’ve never met someone like you. Someone who has a kind heart and someone makes me smile this often” Yuta got shy. After he fix the bracelet, you lift your hand feeling how heavy the jewelry was. You’ve never had this expensive type of jewelry before.
You usually get jewelry from the store for under 30 dollars. You stand up and hug Yuta. He hugs you back and plants a small kiss on your cheek. You felt your cheeks getting red.
That night, you and Yuta sat on the balcony sipping wine. You kept looking at the bracelet, you still couldn’t believe he gifted you this. “Don’t buy me expensive things again!” You scold him. Yuta chuckles, “I am your sugar daddy for this summer anyways” he smirks.
“I won’t accept it!” You told him. He laughs and pulls you into his arms. You didn’t expect this but it felt nice feeling his warmth.
“Can I ask you something?” He asks you. You nodded as you play with the hem of his suit. “I want you by my side” he whispered. You froze. You slowly turn around and look into his eyes.
“Don’t leave me” he said quietly. You nodded. You lick your lips as his eyes wander down to your lips.
“I-I won’t” you whispered. Yuta cup your cheek as he brings his face forward. He stops a few inches away, his eyes asking if he could kiss you. You slowly nodded.
His lips gently wrap around your mouth. It's been a while since you've been kissed but this kiss is more special than all your ex combined. Yuta drops his hands from your face and wraps them around your waist, pulling you closer to him. You gasp, Yuta took this opportunity to slip his tongue inside your mouth. You melt into the kiss, battling your tongue with his. Your arm finds its way around his neck.
Yuta picks you up as you wrap your legs around his waist. He leads you inside with his lips around yours. He drops you gently on the mattress. You kneel at the corner as his lips left yours. You look up at him, wanting more of him. “I-I want you,” you said quietly, tugging his waistband.
Yuta clashes his lips against yours again and the two of you fall onto the bed, with his straddling over you. You unbuttoned his shirt as he help you with your dress. The room filled with heavy breathing coming from you two.
Your hands ran over Yuta’s fit body as he take off his shirt. You flip him over and sat over his torso. Yuta grabs your neck and pulls you into a kiss. His hands ran over your legs and up to your waist. You begin leaving a trail of kisses down to his neck.
You heard his moan. It turned you on. Your lips kiss the tattoo on his chest and down to his hip tattoo. You look up at him as he watches your every move. His breath hitched every time he feels your lips on his body.
You were fascinated by the big butterfly tattoo on his torso. You trace over the tattoo and his belly piercing. You unbutton his pants and take them off. You could his bulging cock on his black brief. You bit your lip and get off the bed.
You took off your dress as Yuta watched you, his hands rubbing over his throbbing cock. His eyes wander down to your breast and that thin black underwear around your waist. You tug on the strap, trying to tease him.
Yuta groan. You giggle and take it off. Yuta bit his lips when he sees you completely naked. He tells you to come to him as you listen. You crawl on top of him. His hands ran over your naked body, making your heat wet. His hands massage your breast as you grind over his throbbing cock. You moan as he kisses your chest. You cup his cheeks as his lips wrap around your nipple.
You moan again and arches your back. Yuta wraps one arm around your waist to make you grind over his cock again. You heard him groan on your nipple. Yuta lean back to look at you, “you’re so fucking hot” it was your first time hearing him curse and it was honestly so hot.
You smile and move your hair to the side and lean into his face for a kiss. You ran your tongue inside of his mouth and grind on him. You two exchange moans and couldn’t take it anymore. Yuta flips you over as he gets on top. He props your legs to your chest and looks at how wet your fold was. You bit your lips when you see him getting closer to it.
You watch his face disappear from your view as you felt his warm tongue licks over your folds. You moan, “fuck” you breathe out. Yuta begins kissing your folds. Your head leans back, liking the feeling of it. You spread your legs a little out so you can see him. Yuta finds your eyes as he kept licking and sucking your fold.
You bit your lips and massage your breasts with your hands. Yuta crawl over your body as your legs fall over his shoulders. His lips find yours as you tasted yourself. Yuta slides his tongue inside of your mouth while grinding his hips over your throbbing pussy.
He trails his kisses down to your neck, you moan when he hit the soft spot. He grinds his hips a little faster, you felt his cock pressed against yours. He hovers over your face as his hands trail down to your wet pussy. He begin to rub it, he kept his eye contact with you as you bit your lips.
“Yuta” you moan his name. You spread your legs wider as you watch his face disappear down to your folds. His hand covers your mouth as his lips find your clit. Your eyes roll back when you felt his lips on your folds. You move his hand and begin sucking his fingers. You look down as he moves his head side to side as you felt his tongue inside of you.
Your head falls on the mattress as you massage your breast. “That feels so good Yuta” you groan as you open your eyes to look at him. He inserts two fingers inside of you. “Fuck” you moan. The feeling of his lips on your fold and his fingers thrusting into you make your back arches. You grip into the sheets.
Yuta retreats his fingers and he stops kissing your fold. You look at him as he leans to kiss you. He removes the brief and tosses it away. Your hands rested on his chest and push him on the mattress. You look this girthy length and look into his eyes. You lean in for a kiss again and wrap your hand around his cock. Yuta groans into the kiss at the feeling of your hand around his cock.
You kneel in between his legs and watch your strokes on his cock. Yuta closes his eyes as you lean into his cock and wrap your lips around his tip. “Fuck” He groans as his eyes flutter open. He holds your hair back so it won’t get in your way.
You take his whole cock inside of your mouth and move your head in and out. Another moan escapes his lips. His hand begins pumping your head into his cock. His eyes close as he felt the wetness around his cock.
“Fuck, you’re so good” he praises you. You pop his cock out and pump it. You both look at each other as you pump his cock in between both your faces. Yuta pulls your chin to kiss him. He tasted himself as you both battle your tongue with his.
You lay your back on the mattress as Yuta straddles in between your legs. You felt his tip run over your folds. Yuta stares into your eyes, asking for permission with his eyes. You nodded. His cock enters your folds easily. You both moan loudly as he thrust his hips into you. You clutch into his arms as he kisses your neck.
“You feel amazing” Yuta groaned as he kept a steady pace. He props his elbows to your sides as you run your hands over his cheeks. You both stare into each other’s eyes. Yuta kneels in between your legs as his hands wrap around your neck.
He picked up his pace as he pump himself into you. “Fuck me just like that” you beg him. Yuta hiss as he pump faster. You both bounce on the bed. “You fucking like getting choked?” Yuta hiss.
You nodded as he tighten his grips. You hold onto his wrist while your eyes stare into his. “I fucking love it” you cried out. Yuta watches your eyes roll back. He ran his thumb over your clit. You moan louder and grip the sheet.
“Fuck yes, fuck yes” you breathe out.
Yuta leans into your ear “ I want you to ride me” He whispers. You felt his cock slip out as he lay on his back. You straddle over him and insert his cock inside of you.
You begin to grind on his cock, while watching Yuta underneath you. Yuta kept his hands on your hips, gripping them hard. You arch your back as you felt his cock hitting your spot. Yuta groans and begins to move your hips aggressively. “Fuck Yuta” You yelled and lean into his face. You rested your forehead on him as he rock your hips aggressively.
“You’re so deep” you cried. Yuta breathes heavily, you stop grinding on him when you felt your legs are giving out. Yuta slowed down but he grinds his hips slowly so you didn’t have to.
Yuta picks up his pace afterward. Yuta felt how deep he was and holds your hips again. You sit up and help him. You grind over his cock as it hit from walls to walls. “Fuck, I’m going to cum” You groan as Yuta rocks your hips faster. You shut your eyes as you felt came. Yuta slowed down to let you cum. Your body jerked as you felt heat gets sensitive. Yuta leans in to kiss you. You melt into his kiss as he lay you down back on the mattress.
“Turn around” He demanded. You lay on your front as Yuta slides your leg higher. He fixes himself in between your legs as he slips his cock back in. “You’re so tight baby” Yuta groan and thrusts himself faster.
You prop your elbow as you look back at him. Yuta hovers over your face as he grinds his hips into you. “You’re so pretty” He praises you again. He hold onto his arm which was prop next to you. “You feel so good Yuta” You moan. Yuta bit his lips as he lean to kiss you.
His hand finds its way around your neck again. He uses his other hand to slap your ass. “Fuck” you groan as he fuck you faster.
“Fuck, cum inside of me please” You beg him. Yuta groans and picks up his pace faster. You lay your face on the mattress as he holds your shoulders to pump himself.
“I’m going to cum” Yuta moaned. You clench your walls, “fuckk” Yuta groaned as he came inside of you. He slowed his pace as he fill your pussy with his cum. He slips his cock out as he watches the cum flow out of your home.
Yuta falls beside you. You open your eyes to see him breathing heavily, you chuckle and rest your hand on his chest. Yuta smiles and kisses your hand.
Throughout the whole summer, you and Yuta spend every day with each other. Going to nice places, eating dinner, enjoying food and fuck. The two of you got closer, you taught Yuta what it’s like to be an influencer. He’d take pictures of you sponsoring brands, you always treat Yuta lunch while he’s at work and he even met your best friend. The two of them became friends as well and she approve of him.
Summer had ended but the two of you still see each other. There’s no name to whatever you both are. You didn’t question it. Yuta would treat you like a boyfriend would do. He’d surprise you with flowers now and then but you told him to not spend his money on you but Yuta still does it anyways.
Today was a gloomy day and you also got an email back from the airlines you applied to at the beginning of summer. They accepted your application. Since you did pass their exam, they decided to let you not take the class again but do need you for the physical exam. You were excited to share this news with Yuta so you headed to his place.
You texted Yuta you were coming over but he wasn’t answering. When the taxi pull over at his house, you took out your umbrella and walk to his front gate. Since you knew his number after numerous times you’ve been over, the gate opens. While you were walking, you saw Yuta at the window. You smile but that smile left your eyes. You notice a woman wraps her arms around his waist.
Your heart sunk. You lost the grip of your umbrella as it fall to the ground. Within a second, you were drenched in the rain. It hurt you to see that just yesterday he took you out to dinner and made you feel loved. Today, another woman wrap her arm around his.
You couldn’t bear the sight and left his house. You walked in the rain. You went home that night and ignored all texts and calls from him.
You didn’t tell your best friend anything but she figured out what happened. She tried to be supportive and cheer you up. She made sure you eat and do some exercises.
3 months later.
You’re finally a flight attendant. You love the job and are happy you were out there. You’ve met new friends while working for your favorite airline.
Ever since that night, you’ve never spoken to Yuta. He figured out you didn’t want to talk to him so he stop trying.
Today you woke up early for your 8 AM job in Osaka. You had gotten ready and found your way to the airport. You met your coworkers and had some breakfast.
You all went over the paperwork to get to know all of the passengers. It’s what all flight attendants have to do before they start boarding the plane.
“Did you see? There’s this hot CEO on the plane” one of the first-class flight attendants said. Since you just started, you start at the economy. You’ll work your pay up every year.
You just listen to them talking but you stayed quiet. “I love your bracelet! Did your boyfriend give you that?” You look down at the dainty bracelet Yuta had bought you.
You couldn’t take it off. Even how hard you tried. You also didn’t want to cut it off. So it stayed with you ever since.
“Something like that” you smile, remembering. What a good summer it was. The girl smirked and nodded.
Soon all the flight attendants went to their location on the plane. The plane begins to fill up. It’s your first time going back to Japan after the summer you had with Yuta.
When you arrive in Osaka, you had to find the shuttle for the flight attendants. You were talking to some of your friends as you both walk through the airport. “Oh my god! He’s right there!” The same flight attendant shrieked. You all exchange a look and try to find him. Your eyes landed on Yuta.
That’s the person she was talking about. Your heart begin faster when his eyes landed on you.
“Oh my god, he’s looking at me!” She exclaims. You gulped the knot tying up in your throat. Yuta starts walking up to you. Even from the distance, you still can’t forget how handsome he was.
“He’s walking this way,” She said under her breath. Yuta was a few feet away. While your friends got distracted by him, you begin to walk back slowly and try to leave.
“Y/n!” Yuta's voice was loud and stern. You froze. You close your eyes and sigh. You slowly turn around to look at him.
Your friends were looking at you. “Can we talk please?” You notice Yuta is practically begging to talk to you. You look at your coworkers they nodded. You check the time and nod. “Fine,” You said quietly.
Yuta took you to the cafe inside the airport. You refused to leave and get stuck in a car with him. Neither you nor Yuta talk, your eyes wander around trying to avoid his eye contact. Yuta stared at you the whole time. He missed how you look. He’s glad you became a flight attendant, he did. He saw the gold bracelet he got you still wrapped around your wrist.
“How you been?” You decided to make conversation. Yuta smiles when he heard your voice.
“I’ve been well, I see you got the job!” He pointed at your uniform. You chuckle and nod. “I was going to tell you but…” you didn’t want to finish your answer.
“Y/n, I swear nothing happened between us two. I’m so sorry. She tried to kiss me but I stopped her because, because...” he didn't finish. You look at him, waiting for him to finish.
“Because I’m in love with you,” He said. The same heartbeat that used to beat when you’re around him, starts again.
“You look down at your hands. Yuta stands up and kneels in front of you, taking his hands to wrap around yours. You look at him as your eyes begin to fill with tears.
“It hurts” You whimper. Yuta hush you and pull you into his shoulder. You hold onto his suit as you cried on his shoulder. “I was hurt because I love you Yuta” You cried.
Yuta's heart sunk. He can hear the sadness in your voice. He squeezes you harder, “I’m sorry, y/n. I wish I could tell you before how much you meant to me” He said. You pull away from his grip.
“Are you single?” You wipe your tears. Yuta chuckles and nods. “I only save my heart for one special lady” He holds your hand.
“Who would that be?” You ask, knowing what the answer would be.
“You, y/n. You’re the person I love” he stroked your cheek. A smile creeps your lips. You grab his suit and pull him into you for a soft, sensual kiss.
You missed the way he tasted and his soft lips. You pull away and run your thumb over his lips. “I love you so much, Yuta” you whispered.
“I love you too” He pulls you in for another hug and kisses your temple.
“Only you” He whispered into your ear.
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I’m just gonna do Frankie cause somebody asked for Jackson and Holt which I’ll do later.
- The girl is literally barely a year old. She’s still figuring herself out.
-Her style will change a lot, her gender expression will change a lot, and honestly that’s okay. She’s leaving herself unlabeled gender wise because of this. Maybe she always will be unlabeled. Honestly if anything, the lack of definitive answers excites Frankie a little.
- It may not be shown a lot in the webisodes, but Frankie is a science nerd. And it’s not even something she hides. She legit geeks out when something remotely sciency is brought up. Think Kipo from Kipo and the Age of the Wonderbeasts.
- Literally has two left feet. It was an overlook on her dad’s part, and it explains why she’s so damn clumsy even after getting used to having a body for a while.
- Frankie inherited her dad’s strength, which she isn’t fully aware she has. A lot of people tend to avoid hugs from her.
-One if the things I loved about the reboot movies is how heavily autistic coded Frankie was…so she’s autistic. I’m right.
-Frankie has a lot of trouble asking for help. Whether it’s to prove she can be as smart as her dad or that she’s not some naive new student, she will literally make herself suffer before even considering asking for help.
-Because I personally like adding morbid aspects to this series, she has grave robbed before. Don’t worry, it wasn’t human parts! It was to make her dog.
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This one's for @princesspiratecat, who wished Rosalind could have a bunch of beautiful babies with all of my best-looking BaCC sims. Ros knows her birth control ABCs (erm, most of the time, anyway), so there's little chance of something like that actually happening in the BACC... but that's not to say we can't have some fun in CAS, ay? 😉
So I decided to do a little experiment in genetics in which I took Rosalind and had her have some fictitious babies with every adult male sim currently residing in Wyvern's Bay (because in my book, all my sims are my 'best-looking sims' - can you tell I'm totally not biased? 😄).
I got the spawns the classic way, by rolling the pacifier in CAS. They all got cosmetic makeovers (makeup, clothes, haircuts) but the genetics and features they rolled weren't changed. The pics also aren’t edited aside from some basic brightening/contrast. All for fairness’ sake!
Can you guess who the father is for each set of siblings? 😉 Answers & rambly musings under the cut!
1. Rosalind + Feanor Moonfeather. An easy one to guess, considering the girl got her father's characteristic ears, his eye and hair color, and his straight nose. From mom she got the lips, the skintone, and maybe the jawline too, though I can't be sure about that one. The guy has the same mouth-jaw-nose configuration as his sister and the same skintone, but unlike his sister, he got mom's blue eyes and human ears. Overall a pretty good blend of the parents on both of them, A+, would be totally stoked if Feanor & Rosalind's actual kid from the BACC looked like either of them (personal preference leans towards the girl).
2. Rosalind + Tom Wagamese. While Rosalind & Tom are both gorgeous sims individually, I've found that their genes aren't the easiest ones to mix; took me several rolls to get the kids shown here. Girlie seems to be a carbon copy of Tom aside from the blue eyes and possibly the jawline, which would explain why her mouth was at such an odd position relative to the rest of her face (I had to lower it a click or two which is the only* time I've cheated during this experiment). The bro got more of Rosalind in him, most notably the nose and the rounded jaw (great for beards, looks kinda meh bare), as well as the lighter tan skin which I also cheated to get because Rosalind's skintone apparently isn't geneticized. Both of them seem to have gotten Tom's full lips, and ofc his raven hair. Final verdict: pretty spawns with great potential, but would probably need further tweaking in BS if added to the game.
3. Rosalind + Gabriel Blackbird. Another easy guess thanks to the telltale white hair (which, for the record, I didn't cheat to get because my game actually recognizes Timebomb as a legit genetic color). Here, both sibling got dad's coloring (skin&hair) and (most of) mom's facial features. We can see Rosalind's elegantly hooked nose and upturned mouth on both of them, and they both have her blue eyes, though I messed around with FX makeup and gave the girl's eyes a violetish undertone as a nod to her father. Speaking of her father, she also seems to have gotten Gabriel's sharp cheekbones, whereas the brother ended up being a full-on copy of Rosalind feature-wise (and in fact looks a lot like Rosalind's canon son, Phillip!) Again, A+ genetic blend on these two and I'm totally not trying to figure out how to get Rosalind to boink Gabriel in canon so they'd get an oops baby...
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Life As We Know It {Chapter 9}
Summary: After the sudden deaths of Nesta’s sister and Cassian’s best friend, they gain guardianship of their nephew, Nyx.
Based on Life As We Know It (2010) and a prompt sent in by anonymous for our Nessian fanfic contest. This is a modern au.
Instead of doing a tag list for this story, we have decided to have a set posting schedule. Chapters will be posted weekly on Mondays and Thursdays. Chapters will be posted on both my and Shelby’s blogs! >> @snelbz
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A/N: SURPRISE. Enjoy this chapter a day early. I had my days wrong and legit thought it was Thursday, but since it was ready…. Y’all get to enjoy the spoils of my frazzled brain. 😘
Nesta waited with Nyx in the waiting room of the pediatric office.
His rash didn’t seem to be bothering him much, but she wanted to get ahead of it before it became a problem. He was absolutely enamored with the TV playing a bright children’s show in the corner, and Nesta couldn’t help but smile down at him as she checked her email.
The usual stuff greeted her, some open catering order invoices for the restaurant, a few wayward resumes from high school kids that had managed to get her personal email, and, of course, spam.
“Nyx?”
Nesta’s head shot up, and Nyx began looking around, wondering who had called his name. Nesta was instantly on her feet, pushing Nyx’s stroller toward the door that the nurse held open.
She smiled. “Hello, Nyx.”
Nyx babbled in greeting.
The nurse chuckled. “Such a cute little guy. You’re Nesta, I assume?”
“I am,” Nesta confirmed. “I’ve not been here before. It’s a nice office.”
The small talk went on. Nesta had never been a fan of small talk, of polite pleasantries.
It just made her feel awkward.
Nyx didn’t seem to mind. He just kept babbling and babbling and babbling, without a care in the world.
The nurse led them into a room and she checked Nyx’s height and weight before telling them that the doctor would be there shortly.
Nesta had picked Nyx up, looking around at all the educational posters on the walls, when a quick knock sounded on the door and a man cracked open the door.
Nesta blinked once as he stepped inside, not expecting the tall, muscled man that appeared in front of her.
“You must be Nesta,” he said, extending his hand. “I’m Dr. Kamaras.”
This man was Nyx’s pediatrician? She had known that Nyx’s doctor was male, Feyre had mentioned him in some stories a few times, but Nesta had always pictured an elderly man.
Not this sculpted, handsome man, who could easily graced the cover of one of the ridiculous smutty books she kept well hidden in her bedroom.
She shook his hand, finally remembering how to speak. “Yes, I am, it’s nice to meet you.”
Very nice to meet you, she added in her head.
His face sombered. “I was very sorry to hear about Rhys and Feyre. They were great people.”
And just like that, Nesta was back on earth, holding her sister’s son in her arms, standing where her sister should have been. She tried to keep her smiling from dimming, but she cleared her throat. “Thank you. It’s…been an adjustment.”
As if they both remembered why they were here, Dr. Karamas blinked and said, “Yes, Nyx, right. You told the nurse he has a rash of some sort?”
“It’s just a diaper rash but it seems to be getting infected,” Nesta explained. “I’ve tried a few different things but nothing seems to be working.”
“Ah,” he said, nodding. “Well, let’s take a look.”
Dr. Karamas took one glance and whistled. “Definitely infected. I’m going to give you a steroid cream. Put it on after every diaper change. It should clear up within the week.”
Nesta let loose a breath. “Oh, great, thank you.”
“Absolutely,” he smiled.
He had a nice smile.
He scribbled something down on his clipboard, signed it, and handed it to Nesta. “The number on the bottom is my office number. If you have any other concerns, no matter how small, give it a call.”
Nesta looked at Nyx’s prescription and the number that was beneath it, along with his name.
Balthazar Karamas.
“Thank you, Dr. Karamas,” Nesta said, and she meant it. She was still new at this, and every little medical thing concerned her.
If it wasn’t normal, she was freaking the fuck out.
“Bal, please,” he said, taking her hand again, shaking it. At the look on her face, he added, “I work with kids. They do better on a familiar name basis than with titles like doctor and mister.”
She nodded, smiling. “Bal, then.”
Nesta was getting Nyx resituated in his stroller in the waiting room, about to head back out into the bright sunlight, when she felt someone approach. She wasn’t expecting to find Balthazar standing a few feet away. She quickly checked the stroller, making sure she had her purse, the diaper bag, and, of course, Nyx himself. “Did I forget something?” She asked, finding everything exactly where it was supposed to be.
“No, no, it’s not that,” he said, pausing in front of her. “I just…can’t shake the feeling that I know you from somewhere.”
It was strange, since Nesta felt the same way.
“You’re not Illyrian,” he said, and it wasn’t a question, nor was it rude. Just an assumption. She only knew of a few other Illyrians in the area, and Balthazar definitely had the same coloring as Cassian and Az. And Rhys used to have. She, pale skinned and blue eyed, certainly did not.
“I’m not,” she said, at last.
Bal chuckled.
That smile, yet again, had her toes curling.
“Interesting,” he said, that smile remaining. “Well, maybe we can figure out just where we’ve run into each other before...over lunch this weekend?”
Nesta blinked. A date?
“Not a date,” he said, quickly, reading her mind. “I would never ask the aunt of my patient on a date. That would be incredibly unprofessional.” Nesta laughed. “Just…two acquaintances figuring out where they were previously acquainted.”
“Lunch sounds nice,” Nesta said, unable to shake her own smile. “Saturday, then?”
“Saturday,” Bal agreed.
They set up a time and place and then Nesta was out the door.
*
Cassian’s day had been as long as it was the day before. It seemed that the teenagers visiting Velaris had gotten the message from their friends that Cassian’s bar was checking every single ID of every single drink that was ordered. So instead of being slammed and busy and frustrated the whole day, he had been bored out of his mind.
He’d gone through his inventory sheets twice, ordering anything they might remotely run out of in the next few weeks.
It didn’t help that Kallias had the day off, covering the evening shift tonight, leaving him alone with his thoughts all day.
And those thoughts constantly reminded him that he’d been an absolute dick to Nesta the night before.
As he drove home, he contemplated the apology he needed to make.
Although Cassian believed his intentions were typically good, apologizing wasn’t one of his strengths. He ran through what he’d say a hundred times, had come up with an unbearable amount of ways in which he could apologize, but everything he thought of wasn’t good enough.
He knew Nesta well enough to know when she would laugh in his face.
He’d come up with about fifteen different scenarios of how this could go by the time he pulled into the driveway, parking next to her little car. He took a deep breath before unlocking the front door and letting himself in.
The house was quiet, neither Nesta or Nyx were anywhere to be found. It was barely six-thirty, but he knew Nesta was taking Nyx to the doctor earlier in the day, which may have tired him out so thoroughly that he was already down for the night. A peek into his cracked bedroom door confirmed it, his little hand curled next his face as he slept.
When he finally tracked down Nesta, on the back patio, her feet propped up in a lounge chair, he definitely hadn’t expected to find her with a bottle of wine. Or what was left of it, at least.
The mostly empty bottle of wine sat next to the baby monitor.
He cleared his throat, announcing his presence.
Nesta’s sigh was the only acknowledgement she showed.
“Everything alright?” He asked.
She shrugged and took a sip from her glass.
“Bad day?” He continued.
She shrugged again.
“Is this the silent treatment?” He asked.
“I assume you’d know,” she said.
Cassian began rubbing his temples. “Look, Nesta-.”
“I’m a little busy if you don’t mind,” she continued. “I prefer to relax alone.”
“This is my house, too,” he said, shutting the sliding door behind him as he made his way onto the patio. “What if I want to sit out here with you?”
“Then I’d suggest continuing the silence,” she said, not looking at him, her face tilting back up to the sky, where it had been when he’d come outside.
So he sat down on a nearby lounge chair, and didn’t say a word.
Or he tried, but he didn’t last five minutes. The words that had building inside him all day needed to come out. He’d rehearsed different things he wanted to say, with reasons for why he was such an asshole, and promises to try and be better from now on. But as he looked over at her, the starlight on her face, all he could get out was, “I’m sorry.”
For a moment, Nesta said nothing. “About?”
“The way I acted last night,” he replied, keeping his eyes on the lawn. “It was uncalled for, and I’m sorry.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” she said, draining her glass.
Cassian’s eyes shot her direction. “I’m trying to apologize. You can at least accept my apology so we can move on.”
“Apologies mean nothing,” Nesta said, shrugging. “Words are meaningless.”
“Not mine,” Cassian argued. “I mean what I say.”
“Then you meant what you said last night?” Nesta pushed.
Cassian’s lips snapped shut and his jaw hardened. “No.”
“So, you’re a liar, then?” Nesta asked.
He groaned in frustration. “You’re infuriating.”
She didn’t deign to reply to that.
He took a deep breath. “I’m sorry I was an asshole last night. I was…embarrassed about how you found me the night before. I don’t… I don’t like to be seen like that.” He paused, but then he held a hand out in between them. “Not- not that that happens often. I mean, I don’t make a habit of having emotional breakdowns.”
She didn’t say anything. Just stared at him.
He cleared his throat again, remembering little things he had felt badly about through the day. “Nesta, I’m sorry I acted like an ass. I’m sorry I didn’t appreciate the dinner you made me. I was rude as hell and you did nothing to deserve it.”
After a second, she glanced away, out over the pool. He figured she wasn’t going to reply, and he stood, heading back for the back door.
He had slid the door open and was halfway inside when she said, “If you’re hungry, I made lasagna for dinner. It should still be warm on the stove.”
He turned back and found a hint of a smile on her face. “Thanks, Nes.”
*
A continuation of his apology, Cassian had told Nesta he'd be on baby duty for the rest of the night, waking Nyx up for his bottle, granting her leave to do whatever she wanted. She elected to finish off the bottle of wine, open another, and relax in the bathtub with a book.
The book of choice was definitely not appropriate to read in front of Nyx.
Or Cassian, for that matter.
She had appreciated his apology, even though a part of her still wanted to be pissed. There were very few things that agitated her more than male bravado, and Cassian was the spitting image of it. Embarrassed because he was emotional? Please. Get the fuck over it.
Then again, she could say that all day, but in honesty, if the positions were reversed, she would have reacted very, very similarly.
If not worse.
Nesta had always felt too much, far more than either of her sisters. It wasn’t like they were robots, of course. Elain had a bigger heart than anyone Nesta had ever known, and Feyre had been a light to be around.
But, Nesta…
She felt it all, and she felt it far too deeply. She had learned long ago to shut those emotions off, to let them go, to not let her emotions show. They could just be used as a weakness.
And she found life worked better that way.
There was a soft knock on the bathroom door.
Nesta sat up straight, even though the door was locked, in a sudden panic over the fact that she was nude and reading smut.
“Yeah?”
“Nyx is going to bed,” he said. “Just thought you’d want to say goodnight.”
“I- Ah- Just a minute,” she called, setting the book down and reaching down to grab for her towel. She was out and damn near opened the door in just her towel again, but remembered their agreed upon rules. She snatched her robe, wrapping it around herself, towel and all.
She opened the door, Cassian standing just by her bed, and Nyx had his head resting on his shoulder, rubbing his little eyes.
The image was so pure and innocent that Nesta couldn’t stop herself from taking a few steps towards them, reaching out to brush her fingers down Nyx’s soft cheek. “Sweet dreams, buddy,” she breathed, leaning up to press a kiss to his forehead.
She regretted it almost immediately, as bringing herself that close in Nyx also inadvertently brought her to Cassian. His heady, nutmeg-and-campfire scent enveloping her, reminding her of the morning she’d come downstairs and found him as naked as she was now. She stepped back quickly, clearing her throat. “And goodnight to you, Cassian,” she murmured. She pointed back behind her towards the bathtub, towards her book, and said, “I’m going to read a little longer and then go to bed myself.”
He nodded. “Alright, I’ll see you in the morning. Goodnight, Nes.”
The nickname didn’t bother her as much as it previously had, she realized as he made his way back out of her room, shutting the door behind him.
She didn’t let herself think about that, did her best not to think about him, as she sunk back into the warm water.
*
Nyx had gone down easily for Cassian, for the first time ever, thanks to the frozen toy he’d gnawed on to relieve the pain of his incoming tooth. He’d decided he deserved a treat, too, after that, and had sat down to watch the hockey game, a beer in hand.
Fifteen minutes later, there was a knock at the front door.
Cassian paused, glancing down at his watch, seeing that it was pushing nine o’clock. He stood, after a second knock sounded, making his way to the door. He opened it to find a woman dressed in a suit on the other side. “Can I help you?”
“Mr. Nazari, I assume?” She asked, extending her hand.
He took it, on instinct, shaking it, but he blinked. He repeated, “Yeah… Can I help you?”
Her brows twitched together. “My name is Alis Birch. I’m with social services.”
Cassian continued to shake her hand, staring.
“The courts told you we’d be making random visits to check in on Nyx,” she continued.
Oh, fuck, Cassian thought. Oh, fucking hell.
They’d completely forgotten about those random visits, in the past few weeks they’d been doing this, distracted by getting used to not only being parents, but getting used to each other as well.
“I see,” Cassian said, nodding. “I… I’ll…be right back.”
“I’d like to come in-.”
Cassian shut the door, quickly set his beer on the table in the entryway, and hauled ass upstairs.
He threw open the door to Nesta’s bedroom, only to found it empty, so he continued on, throwing open the bathroom door.
Where Nesta was still in the tub, completely nude, a book in hand, one hand disappeared beneath the water. Her head was thrown back in utter ecstasy.
Until Cassian barged in, anyway.
“Shit!” he yelled, just as Nesta gasped and sent the water sloshing out of the tub, over the porcelain edges.
Cassian quickly shut the door behind him, closing them into the bathroom together, and put his face in his hands. “Sorry!”
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” she yelled, and he could hear her pulling the plug.
“It’s important, I swear,” he said, his voice muffled by his hands.
“If the house isn’t on fire or Nyx isn’t dying, it’s not important,” she cried, ducking behind the walls of the tub.
“It’s pretty fucking important,” he said, turning to give her a semblance of privacy. He heard her stand up, water moving and quiet dripping, before her feet landed on the rug outside the tub. “The social worker is here.”
She froze and he dared a look back at her. Thankfully, she was wrapped in her towel again, one arm pushed through her robe. “The social worker is here? Now?” He nodded, and she looked at the nearly empty bottle of wine next to the glass on the small table by the tub. It was the second one she’d had that night. “But it’s late,” she protested.
“It’s a random, surprise visit,” he replied. “I left her outside, but-.”
“You didn’t let her in?” Nesta demanded, eyes widening. “Cauldron, Cass, that makes us look so guilty.”
He blinked. “Of what?”
“I don’t know,” she said, throwing her hands in the air. “But it doesn’t make us look good.”
“Well, I didn’t know what to do,” he sighed, exasperatedly. “I sure as hell wasn’t expecting to come up here and find you doing that.” He gestured to the tub.
Nesta’s cheeks heated. He figured his own were going to permanently be the shade of red they were now.
No, that was the last thing he ever expected to catch Nesta doing.
“Just… Go let her in and stall her while I get dressed,” she sighed, crossing her arms, waiting for him to leave.
Cassian hesitated, then nodded, and hurried back down the stairs. When he reopened the front door, Alis Birch stood there. Her expression was hard, intimidating.
Cassian could feel himself sweat.
He prayed that Nesta somehow sobered up and got the fuck downstairs, because there was no way in hell he could do this without her.
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Sinners. (Stalker!San x You)
•TRIGGER WARNING•
Warning(s): Semi Non-Con, sadism, masochism, fear kink, hair play, head shaving, complete submission, humiliation, degradation, anal, camera play, piercing, denial, chastity, Psycho!San, twisted and dark fucked up shit. Read at your own risk. You've been warned. This isn't for everyone. It is purely fiction and doesn't reflect any individual's behavior nor does it encourage it.
It was early in the morning and she was about to go to college in an hour. But instead of running around having breakfast, getting ready and making sure she had her assignments ready, Y/n was standing in front of her mirror, eyes closed as she touched her pussy and touched an electric razor to her head, imagining what it'd feel like if it was on and an imaginary 'Master' was forcefully shearing her. Like a sheep. "Ahh... Master… please..." The girl let a whimper fall from her lips, having no idea that the curtains of her room were open and someone could watch her through the window.
"Fuck…" The man standing outside, behind the PCO booth on the sidewalk outside Y/n's apartment complex whispered to himself, feeling his jeans tighten. Taking a picture of the girl before switching it to video mode, planning to send her the photo later. It had been a while now. Maybe a bit more than a while. He was ready and sure now, unable to wait anymore.
San had to have Y/n now.
He had to claim her rightfully his. Or, he felt like he'd lose his mind now. Just watching the pretty girl wasn't enough anymore. He wanted to touch her, feel her, tell her, that he knew… He knew that she wasn't as innocent as she made herself look in front of the people that knew her. That she was actually a hormonal little dirty girl. And whilst nobody knew that nasty side of her, he did. The thought made the man feel powerful. In control. Like he had a claim over Y/n.
There was no way in hell that she wasn't made for him.
Y/n got done with masturbating and packed up before going to college, having no idea that she had a stalker. The girl spent her usual regular day at college, having no idea of the storm that was coming.
.
San knew Y/n were in class and that’s exactly when he wanted to send her the photo he took. A sick smirk made its way on his face and he took his phone out, sending it with the caption, 'having fun there?' He knew where she sat, a lone desk by one of the windows in this classroom, the spot he was standing in providing him a clear view of her face. Yes. The man had all the information he could gather about her memorized by heart.
Y/n was drifting off when she suddenly felt her phone vibrate in her pocket, peeking at the Professor sneakily, the girl took it out and unlocked it only to choke on her breath before starting to cough, making some heads turn which caused her to put the device in her hand away to prevent it getting seized. Her blood ran cold and skin paled.
What the fuck just happened?!
San patiently waited for the female to exit her college, her being earlier than the usual time today, however. The man grinned deviously as he texted her again once she passed by him in a hurry, his taller figure getting up to follow her.
'Will you give that show again? Would you like someone to shave your hair off? That’s what gets you off right?' It shamelessly read, making her tremble.
Y/n started to rush towards her house as she didn't live too far away from her college, not having to use any vehicle because it was barely a 10 minute walk as she nervously glanced around. She was quite twisted herself. And so, a dark part of her mind thought... things, making her start to shudder as tears welled up in self hatred. She hated the soft pounds in her southern region, overpowering the thump of her heart ringing in her ears as she reached the building and rushed in.
'What's the rush for, Princess? Are you so eager to touch yourself again? Tsk. Are you horny? Knowing someone is watching you?' San was absolutely sick in the head. Chuckling at his own text, he bit his lip and hit send.
Y/n was shaking as she read the message. Yes. In her fantasies this was… thrilling, exciting, pussy throbbing and she'd like to play like this with her top but… a legit stalker? She wasn't THAT fucked. Or so the girl belived, at least. Rushing to the curtains after locking the front door, the girl drew them while trying to catch someone's glance outside but no luck.
San had mastered the art of hiding as he watched her. It wasn't like this was new or anything.
Y/n felt hopeless. She couldn't even call the cops! What would the girl show them as evidence?! She didn't want to tell or show them this! Her filthiest desire.
The 21 year old was having a mental breakdown! All her savings were in this college. She could not run away, didn't have any friends because Y/n was a foreigner and the people of this country were rather hostile to any outsiders. Couldn't go back home because she had run away from there, which was a hell in itself, when she had received her acceptance letter.
'Aww come on now!' Her phone pinged again, and then again. 'You can’t keep the fun all to yourself!'
The realisation felt like a bucket of ice cold water everytime she was reminded of it. The person had seen her masturbating and that to the fucking… razor! They knew her fantasies and at that the darkest ones! She couldn't even text them back asking him who it was! The girl was simply too embarrassed to! What if it were someone she knew in her college or around the apartment complex!
It was a dark day and it started raining. Y/n felt tears streaming down her face as her heart beat never slowed down, more terror filling her as everything outside got dark and thunder struck.
Maybe she should call the cops... No one else would help a foreigner… She just knew it. Nobody liked college students especially that lived alone because they were 'reckless' and often lied to get a good laugh out of the elders with their friends. So no one really opened their door for a student they didn't know personally.
But what would she tell the cops?! They ask for evidence!
Meanwhile, San stood on the spot he had found. Even if it was literally the end of the world, he'd still be there. Always. She was his and he had to have her all to himself. There was no other way. The man wasn't exactly sure how he'd do it but he’ll find a way.
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Y/n called the cops at last when she started suspecting someone's presence outside her apartment. Or window… she wasn't sure anymore. And the loud thunder outside didn't help her situation. Dialing the police the scared girl told them she was afraid someone was stalking her and needed an officer for security right now. i Telling them about the texts and deciding to leave the nasty parts out, she sighed in somewhat relief when they informed that they will send an officer on the way. The student grabbed a water from the fridge and sat on the couch, taking huge gulps while trying to calm down.
Finally.
It only took some minutes before there was a knock on the door. A nervous Y/n looked through the peep hole to only cry out in relief when she saw the uniform through it. "Oh! Thank God, officer! Thank you so much! You're here!" She was overjoyed. "Thank you! I- I am so scared!" A weak sob left her. "Please come in!"
The officer looked around the house, nodding. "I need you to calm down, miss. Tell me everything. We are here with you." His tone was professional. His name plate read 'Park Seonghwa'.
"I- I have a stalker! I don't know how!" Y/n quickly locked the door after he stepped in. "Not many people like me because I am a foreigner! I don't know if it's someone from college troubling me o- on purpose or what... B- But they've been sending me some really p- personal stuff..." She looked up at him innocently, scared.
The dark haired man hummed and nodded. "Do you maybe know the number? Have you noticed any suspicious activity around you before? Is there someone who has a motive to do this?"
"N- No... I got the first text today... I- I am really scared... I've got no one here... W- What do I do?" She told him all of it, hoping that the culprit he caught as soon as possible so she could go back to her life where she was a nobody. No one knew her and she was just another face among many others..
"Alright. We’ll keep a close eye on you. Within this period, try not to hang out too much, yeah? It is best to come directly home after college. And call us on this number if you suspect anything." He wrote a number on a paper and handed it to the shaky girl.
"Oh... Alright officer... thank you..." She saved the number gladly. And since he was supposed to stay with her to ensure the girl's safety, they sat down and Y/n awkwardly turned the TV on. Oh she never had a guy in her apartment before.
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After getting used to the feeling of safety, Y/n got up after a while, finally having calmed down as she felt hungry. Cooking some dinner for two people, she went and handed the officer one of the two plates. "You've been here since evening... Please eat." She politely smiled, softly blushing from the embarrassment. The girl was too soft, continuously thanking him like it wasn't his job.
"You're a true hero..." She giggled and sat on the other couch, totally not thinking about how handsome he was. Before a sigh left her as she was reminded of the situation. "Officer... What will happen to my stalker when you catch him...?" He knew her darkest secrets. "I am really afraid... They mentioned some... things... very private... things..." The girl finally confessed.
“Mind telling me those things, miss? It will help us with his punishment. The more detail, the better” he placed his plate down, grabbing his pen and notepad.
"O- Officer... I uh..." Y/n gulped. "I- I can't..." She felt ashamed
“Why not? We should know so we can sentence him longer in the court. This is not okay. And you’re a foreigner. So it may also come under bullying.” His tone was soft and assuring as he looked at her, concerned.
It took the student a bit of persuasion before she spoke, hanging her head low and fingers fidgeting in her lap. "I... I was being naughty with myself... A- And they took p- pictures from my window... A- And taunted me about my... p- preferences, s- sir..." She put her own plate on the table now.
The man only hummed, nodding in an understanding manner. “That’s such a disgusting thing for him to do…” Before the man continued. “You shouldn’t do those nasty things while your windows are open either, Miss… You never know who will be watching.”
Y/n was blushing hard as her cheeks felt extremely hot. "I am sorry, s- sir... I won't do it again..." She couldn’t help but reply obediently. Her sub side sometimes got the best of her.
Besides… The officer was so handsome... It wasn’t helping her situation here.
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A few hours later when it was bedtime and Y/n went to sleep in her room after taking care of her assignments and on the work she missed at school today, the officer got comfy on the couch. He was going to be here until tomorrow morning. Unless something happened. The girl was so tired she fell asleep easily, feeling protected and warm despite the terrible weather outside.
It was really late at night when Y/n woke up to a phone call.. "Hello?" It was the police, informing her that the officer that had been sent to her house had a bad ‘accident’ on the way and whether she still needed an officer.
The girl’s eyebrows at first in confusion before it sunk in and her blood ran cold as the phone fell from her shaking hands. At the same time she felt someone next to her. On the fucking bed. Pure terror filled her and she slowly turned to look at the relaxed figure dressed in the uniform. A shaky cry left her as she started trembling, literally mortified.
“Tsk... The stupid cops ruined the fun.” His voice was nowhere near that gentle and warm comforting voice now. Instead a low and deep hiss filled with nothing but mock.
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San's eyebrows were frowned when he saw the cop car pulling up. "Oh no... you did not, Princess." The male smirked and shook his head slowly as he noted that it was only one officer. Moving through the shadows, he pulled out his blade from the pocket of his pants, expertly swirling it around in his hand and toying with it like he usually did. "Now, let’s see why do you need the officer, babygirl" his voice was barley a whisper as he made his way over to the car.
San was always so slick with his movements, catching the non-existent sounds of his figure were barely audible to the human ear. Before the officer could even realise there was someone around, the male had banged his head against one of the entrance walls of the low rent cheap apartment building, dragging him into the darkness with him before stealing his clothes and then dumping his body in the river along his car.
It didn't even take him long. He was fast, accurate in his calculations and confident in his abilities. "Now, to my Princess' rescue" chuckling to himself as he climbed the stairs, pinning the nameplate reading 'Park Seonghwa' on his breast pocket before ringing the bell to her apartment.
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"The real fun is only starting" San sang as he pinned her down on the bed, holding her wrists tight above her head. "You have no idea how many nights I've watched you touch that bitchy cunt of yours." His hard bulge rubbed against her thigh.
An astonished Y/n was trembling, warm piss suddenly starting to leak out of her in pure terror as her heart threatened to burst out of the skin of her chest. Oh no! Is that what she thought this was?! It took her brain a few moments to understand it as the realisation sunk in like a ton of bricks. "Y- You... You're... You..." She could only whisper, eyes widened to the shape of saucers as an evil grin made its way on his features.
As San felt the bed getting warm, he started laughing at the girl condescendingly. "Look at you! Pissing yourself like a baby! How pathetic and disgusting! Did you really think anyone would help you, tsk?" He loved how she was shaking, the glow of her skin caused by the little droplets of sweat, her heartbeat that he could literally feel and the terror in her eyes.
Y/n started crying, the piss not stopping as it pooled inside her thighs. "Y- You're... You're the... stalker…" She whispered, still in disbelief as to how he managed that. "H- How did... How did you..." Oh God. Oh no.
The storm outside was so loud that screaming for help would just be in vain. It was so late no one would even be up...
"Baby, just like you said… I’m the stalker… I know everything about you…" His tone was sensual as he started kissing up the soft skin of her neck, moaning from how soft and delicate it felt. "Fuck! Your skin is even softer than i- it looks…" San felt himself twitch.
The girl was trembling as she slowly put it all together, staring at the ceiling as a feeling of despair and hopelessness filled her. "Y- You were p- pretending a- all this time! You're not the officer!" Adrenaline filled her as she kneed his cock, swiftly turning on her stomach and crawling off the bed before rushing out of the room. Nobody could hear the commotion. It was too loud outside.
"FUCK! YOU BITCH!" San yelled before laughing loudly. He loved this. Finally something enjoyable in his once lone and bland life. Holding his crotch, the male after her to catch the girl before she got away, catching her easily. "Where do you think you’re going?!" A smack landed on her face as punishment for what she did.
"LET ME GO! LET ME GO! Y- YOU CREEPY BASTARD!" Oh she would be getting a lot of beating for this! "H- HOW DARE YOU STALK ME A- AND THEN ENTER MY HOUSE! ILL R- REPORT YOU!" As she reached out to my table to hit him with something, her hand so conveniently ended up grabbing the razor and swung it back, going to hit him with it on the head.
San laughed tauntingly and caught her arm before she could hit him and shook his head, sighing. "Now now, isn’t this the razor you were holding when you played with that tiny little cunt of yours?" The shiny object dangled in his hand.
"P- PLEASE!" She remembered the text he'd sent her. "PLEASE! I- I DON'T KNOW WHO YOU ARE BUT DON'T DO THIS! PLEASE! I BEG YOU!" Y/n had no idea what to say.
"Aww sweetie…" His words were soft. Almost. "Keep your begs for the time when I'll be pounding that dirty little pussy of yours." San held her hands above her head. "You like to be owned, huh? You like to serve your Master and show everyone how much of an obedient little whore you are?"
Y/n was crying harder now, afraid because she didn't know what was going to happen. "N- No! Please no! It's not true! P- Please just let me go! I- I don't want to!" Oh but she had a being kidnapped and raped fantasy. She loved the thought of someone dangerous, like San, terrifying her and fucking her, making her into his cockwhore. And he knew it. She wanted it all. The girl loved the fear and force. But all of it actually happening was something she'd never thought of. "Please! Let me go!" How could it? A whole fantasy becoming true?
"Oh please, my little slut! Let’s not fool ourselves here. I know you love the thrill of this, I know you LOVE getting used like a worthless little toy and I will give you what you want. You can try to resist me all you want but you’ll never get away from me. You're mine. I'll always catch you. You're mine and belong with me." Her eyes were on the razor as she kept thinking about the text he'd sent.
Y/n tried to reach out of his iron strong hold and snatch the razor from him. "Nu-uh…" San sang out as he held the object above him. "What if I shaved your head while I’m destroying that slutty pussy, huh? Would you like that you little whore?"
"No! NO! NO PLEASE!" Oh… But she felt wetness trickling down her leg. Oh no.
"My my!" The man chuckled darkly. "What’s this?" He swiped a finger up her bare thigh. "God, you’re such a pathetic whore, trying to fool yourself by saying no but I know you’re enjoying this. How stupid and dumb. Stupid slut!" His free hand smacked her face before grabbing her hands again.
"N- No! No! Please stop! This i- isn't what it looks like!" Before she somehow broke free again, this time biting his hand before she managed to reach the door, trying to unlock it but her hands were sweaty and cold, fingers literally frozen as she struggled to open the locks, cursing when they kept slipping against the metal.
San pushed Y/n up against the door with the most force he could come up with and pounced himself on her, letting his hard cock feel up her ass. "Don’t fight it anymore." And with that, he pulled her pj shorts down and turned her around before spreading her legs and pushed her up against the door, unclothing his cock and aligning his tip against her vagina before forcefully thrusting into her without warning before moaning loudly, throwing his head back. "God! Such a tight little nasty cunt!" San moaned and kissed along her neck, feeling like he'd go crazy from how delicate and nice her skin tasted.
The girl moaned loudly in pain, a warm stream of blood trickling down the man's monster cock. "O- Oh my God!" A sick part of her wondered if he would also shave her head and face... "I- IT BURNS!" A scream tumbled out of her lips.
"Oh… You were a virgin? Such a nasty little thing. Everyone thinks you’re an innocent little girl but in reality, you’re just a needy little bitch! Needy for cock! All the time!" He picked her up and carried the girl back to her room while still keeping his cock in her before plugging the razor in. "Come here!"
Oh yes. Oh no! Oh… She was having a battle with herself. Did she want this or did she not want this?! "PLEASE... S- SIR..." Please yes or please no...? She didn't even know what was happening anymore. This was fucking crazy. Her stalker who had done God knows what to the cop and had entered her house after watching her for who knew how long. The stalker that had a private photo of her and she didn't even know how many other materials. And now was on top of her like this...
"Please what, babydoll?" San pulled her in and kissed the soft trembling lips roughly, loving how good she tasted and felt.
Y/n cried against his lips, the man's huge cock still in her wet and tight walls. "I- I am scared! P- People will laugh!" Was that the only thing she cared about?
"So you want me to, but scared people will laugh?" San smirked while pushing his hips back and forth, moaning with each thrust. "Let them laugh, that will turn you on even more because you love getting humiliated. I know you too well, baby.”
Y/n had faced such rejection and hostility her whole life from different people she had trusted with her safety from time to time… this was driving her crazy. Her messy emotions got the best of her at the end of it. Her breaths were heavy. "Y- You're right... You know me so well..." She started speaking his language. "Y- You want me? O- Or you'll leave me too?" This was wrong; sick.
“No. I am staying by your side and you’re staying by me. I’ve wanted you for so long... you have no idea.” He groaned at how good she felt, biting back the whimpers threatening to fall out of his lips from the pleasure. “You have no idea just how many nights I have jerked off thinking it was your tiny little pussy, hugging my cock as you moaned and begged me for more, slut.”
The girl blushed, feeling like she was dreaming. This felt perfect… at least to her troubled mind. "You're crazy... You're scary... You made me piss myself out of pure…” She whispered slowly, a small smile making its way on her lips. “...P- Please own me... P- Please shave me... my head and face... make me look like a dumb slut... s- sir... Your dumb slut..." Her shaky hand turned the razor on for him, pussy suddenly clenching around him as she finally acknowledged the pleasure it was receiving, a soft moan escaping her.
“Mmm... that’s my good slut” San hummed and praised, taking the now on machine and placing it against her hairline before running it down the top of her head, both of them moaning, Y/n from the feeling and San from the sight of the sight of now small bristles between her locks as his hips pushed in and out even faster.
The man now shaved off another strip from the spot besides the previously shaved one, humming as he remembered something and took the machine to her eyebrows first and pressed it against the skin, feeling himself hit her g-spot as her eyes rolled to the top of her head, mouth falling open as the male erased the hair above her eyes.
"Yes, s- sir! Please make me your good slut! I- I love you! I'll never leave you! Please never leave me, Master!" She started crying out of joy, kissing his hands as her unstable emotions made her feel absolute joy. He had accepted her as she truly was. In her darkest form. “Please write funny things o- on my skinhead when you’re done. I am a dumb whore!” To her, there wasn’t a man more great than him.
“Fuck yes… That you are.” San grunted as he started to shear the rest of her long locks like one would to a sheep. “You are my dumb little slut who will do nothing but serve her Master from now on!” His free hand landed a smack on her head which was showing up more and more, nothing but thin stubble covering the skin.
"Yes I will, Master! Please! Please treat me like trash!" Y/n clenched around him, near to cumming. “Trash that was born to take your cock! You're so good to me! I wish you'd snuck in my house this morning and raped me right there! I wish you'd have shaved my head and forced me to go to college like that! It would have been a pleasure to be humiliated like that and by you!” She was literally crying out of pleasure
“Oh..” The man chuckled while panting. “I will force you to go like this baby, don’t worry.” He promised as he snapped his hips even faster, feeling himself getting close from the sight and all her filthy confessions. “And I will wake you up by fucking you every morning, making you a mess and sending you off to college like that.” It was done, the only hair on the girl’s head slight messy stubble that he’d remove with a hand razor later to reveal the skin underneath.
"Yes, please! Please always only force me and rape me! Please keep me bald! Keep me at your feet! Please feed me your piss and cum! I want to be your hand and footrest! I want to be an object for you to fuck! A bitch for you to breed! Your little animal! I JUST WANT TO BE YOURS! I WANT TO BE THE DIRT UNDER YOUR FEET!" She was sobbing as she started cumming hard, her tiny body spasming in pleasure while holding one of San's hands because it was her first time cumming from sex.
Y/n wrapped her arms around him from the intensity of it and kissed him while he played with her tits, pinching her nipples painfully as he kissed the girl back and let her ride out her high before pulling out. “On your knees!” San kept pumped himself until he came all over the girl’s pretty face and mouth. “That’s my good little cumdumpster.”
She smiled and started to kiss his cock and hands in respect, then his balls. Y/n really had truly submitted. "You're perfect, Master! Where have you been all my life?!" A pout made its way on her lips as she whined, hugging his leg and kissing it, not daring to go further up out of fear.
San was satisfied with her behavior. “I’m here now baby… And I am never leaving.” He kissed the younger one and slapped her ass lightly after helping her get up. “Lets get cleaned, doll.”
"Master, I wanna drink your piss." She shamelessly told him, not standing up, taking his cum off her face with her hand and greedily sucking at it. "A- And I wanna kiss your feet!" She was way too eager for this.
The man chuckled at her request. “You want to drink my piss? Then open up, my whore.” San held his cock over her mouth before putting pressure on his bladder, whimpering before the hot stream hit her lips.
Y/n was obediently on her knees drinking all of it after cringing at the taste a little, moaning happily. It was her first time drinking anyone's piss. She was in heaven. She finally had an owner! The girl made sure not one drop went to waste. "Thank you so much, Master! It is amazing!" The younger one stopped drinking and let his piss wet her face before starting to kiss his feet, fully in her subspace.
“You’re such an obedient little girl.” San praised, not being able to hold back the smile as he watched her, never having imagined her willingly being like this for him in such a short time period. But then again, he wasn’t surprised. “Good girl.” He cooed patting her head.
Y/n desperately kissed his hand and grabbed it, starting to cry. "M- Master... everyone leaves me... P- Please don't leave me... I- I'll die!" She almost promised him, nothing short of a maniac. Maybe she was even more twisted than San, in a way
“I’ll never leave you, you’re mine and everyone will know that.” Cupping her cheeks, he passionately kissed her, already making plans in his head about how he will modify all of her features as his perfect little pet.
The girl giggled, sucking at his lips greedily. "Master! Your piss was on my face!" She tried to get it off. "Give it back! Ish mine!" Huffing, she lapped at his piss like a needy little bitch.
San chuckled from her antics and swiped his fingers on the pretty face before holding them up against her lips. “Open up…” He let her suck on the piss covering his fingers. “Fuck... you’re so perfect for me.”
Holding his arm like a child, Y/n started sucking on his fingers greedily, smiling. "Thank you, Master!" Before she made his fingers hit the back of her throat, making herself gag and loving it all. "Mashter Mashter! Whatsh your name?" The girl questioned while deep throating his fingers.
“It’s San, baby.” The man replied with a smile, watching her choke on his fingers, her warm drool trickling down his long fingers.
"Shan! Ish sho pretty! I am Y/n!" Letting go of his hand, she hugged him which was returned with a chuckle.
“I know, babygirl.”
"M- Mashter... I- I dunno why b- but... I- I shaw a video too a- and I want you to s- shove my shaved hair u- up my assh and i- in my mouth... a- and take picturesh... Hehe I am sho naughty!" His eyebrows raised as she hid in his chest, a smirk forming on his lips.
San patted her messily shaved head. “Yes. You are, baby. You’re fucking naughty but okay. Daddy is here to help his little girl with all her little disgusting whore fantasies.”
"Y- You wanna?" Before she chirped again. "Mashter I want to be owned like an object a-nd like an animal! I wanna be like a p- piggy! A- And I want you to b- beat me and whip me e- everywhere a- and I wanna be bruished! A- And I want to be raped all the time!" She was too fucking sick and twisted but now that she wasn’t afraid of being judged, she was letting all that was locked deep down out.
“If that’s what you want, then I’ll treat you like one, baby.” San said before chuckling to himself, still in disbelief of just how fucked up she really was.
"A- And I want you to fuck my bummie and not let me cum for monthsh! I wanna be forshed to wear chashtity! I want you to make me cry and beg but you don't give in and only torture me more!" She told him. "Pleashe alwaysh shlap me and my head!"
“Fuck... you’re so naughty baby… I love it.” San almost moaned from the sight before getting a chunk of her shaved hair and shoved it in her mouth before getting his phone and taking pics of her all stuffed and messily bald like that.
The twisted girl smiled in the pictures and eagerly nodded, turning her fat ass in front of him now. "Please put hair in assh too!" She struggled to speak, smiling and posing for all of the pictures.
San actually wanted to take a video of him shoving hair up her ass and so that was what he simply did, laughing. “Look at this disgusting little dumb cock whore! So slutty and needy! Loving to be humiliated and looked like a dumb fucktoy by her owner!” He spat on her.
"Yesh I am! Yesh I am!" Y/n spoke with difficulty, showing her stuffed face and head too, arching her back, imagining herself a beauty goddess of her own kind. "My lobely mashter shaved me! And ish gonna treat me like hish trash and look! I habe hair up my assh! And in my fashe! I've got no eyebrowsh!"
“My good little slave… All mine… So submissive” San praised, kicking her ass in the camera and chuckling at her squeak, watching her clench the hair up when her pucker winked. “You’re really loving this, aren’t you?” Lifting her face, he spat on her forehead.
"I ammmm~" she whined, face red before starting to try to rub her cunt against the floor.
“Look at her trying to desperately rub her slutty cunts on the floor…” He filmed it all. Fuck. He loved seeing Y/n all dirty and submissive for him.
Drool was dripping down her chin and boobs. "Yesh Mashter! O- Onwy fow yoooouuu~" a needy whimper left her.
“Mmm... yes, only for me” San spoke and slapped her hard which the girl loved, getting even more wet and kissing his hands. "I- I... cum pleashe..." She whimpered again, loving the control she was in.
“No... get up.” San warned sternly. “You’re not allowed to cum, you’re never allowed to cum.”
"B- But... M- Mashter..." The girl pouted and whined, having forgotten that she was the one that told him that she wanted him to never let her cum and torture her like that.
“Are you talking back to your Master?” Raising an eyebrow, he gripped her chin before slapping her, making sure it was all being recorded so he could fuck her to it later.
Her pussy tingled. “N- No! No Mashtew owwiieee…” The hair in her ass and mouth tickled humiliatingly.
"That’s what I thought" San husked and threw the phone on the bed before pushing her on the carpet again. "Tell me when you’re close."
"M- Mashtewwww" Y/n started crying like a little baby, shaking and dropping the hair from her mouth because it was getting hard to breathe.
"Did I say you could drop the hair?!" The man growled darkly before pushing the hair back in. "Breathe through your nose, dumb slut!"
The girl let out a cry, trembling and sobbing as she nodded. He was rough. It was making her cry. But she also loved it and felt wet. "Yesh!" She loved being at Master's mercy.
"Good girl." He said pushing her down on the carpet more. "Rub yourself nice and hard slut." Y/n started rubbing herself as he ordered, feeling the carpet burn against her pussy but she couldn't help but love it, biting her bottom lip through her stuffed mouth. Oh… She loved it so much. The girl wanted it to bleed almost… Reaching out to hold his hand, the girl spoke. "You're sho perfect... I wish I'd m- met you when I wash l- little..."
"I wish that too baby, fuck... I’d fuck you every night while your parents were peacefully sleeping in the next room…"
"Y- You'd fuck me when I wash a little baby?" This was fucking revolting and twisted. They were both utterly sick. Y/n kept moaning loudly and getting wetter, rubbing harder and harder. "Y- Your fat cock i- in my toothlessh mouth... AHHH... I wouldn't need miwk... You'd have fed me your Mashtew milk fwom youw cock..."
"Fuck yes!" He growled as he felt himself getting hard. "Yes baby… I'd feed you my cum every day. You'd have grown up getting your nutrients from it, eh?"
"Daddy... Daddy... You'd be my Daddy? But inshtead of miwk you'd feed me youw cum evewyday? Ish the besht miwk!" She was very close and her eyes fluttered shut when he started playing with her tits and pinched her nipples before pulling at them. "Then I'd say I grew up drinking Mashtew's cock miwk! Hehehe!" The girl was too far gone.
"God, yes! You’re such a filthy and sick whore!" San knew she were close so he pulled her up. "No cumming!" It made the girl whine loudly and she fell on her face.
"Mashtewwwwww!" Before she curled in his feet, calming down a little when he didn't give in and ripped her pussy away from the carpet. "M- Mashtew... p- pleashe may I wemove haiw now...?" It was getting stuck to her mouth.
"Yes. You may, my little cum rag." The male wanted to use her mouth and feed her his cum so he allowed.
Y/n dropped it and quickly cleaned her tongue and inside of the cheeks with her tiny hands. "Bleg... hehe~" she curled in his waist, rubbing her tiny head against his chest.
"Good girl~" he patted her head before pushing her back in position. "Now use that mouth good baby…" San pushed his cock down her narrow throat, loving how tight and warm she was, making her gag from the rush of it in an instant.
The girl gagged but enjoyed it, loving it all. She quickly started sucking his cock, grazing her teeth against it and swirling her tongue. Y/n had watched all that porn for a reason. Kissing his balls, she sucked on them, whimpering from how his private hair tickled her nose.
"Fuck! look at you! Sucking on master’s cock like a starved bitch!" He slapped her again, feeling his shape against the skin of her cheeks. "You love it, don’t you?!"
"Yesh! Yesh! Yesh!" She hollowed her cheeks and bobbed her head up and down his shaft, sucking and whining as San rubbed the top of his foot against her pussy, smacking her bald head before pushing his cock all the way down her throat, tightly clasping the back of her head.
The man groaned loudly as he twitched in the soft walls of her throat, washing her throat with his hot semen before cleaning her up and finally shaving her head fully until there was nothing but glossy skin left before they went to bed.
"I have shchool tomorrow... Mashter do you go to shchool?" Y/n yawned as she snuggled into San's built chest, whimpering and smiling whenever the realisation of who he was hit her.
She loved being owned.
"No I don't. I will be right here when you come back, my pretty slut." San said while kissing her softly like he hadn't unleashed his sadistic likes on her.
"Why don't you go to school?" She suddenly pouted. "Then how will Mashter have a career?! You'll be poow! I dun wan poow Mashtew!" Y/n huffed brattily. She didn't really care about that, only wanting to see his response because she loved to piss off her top.
"You don’t really have a choice, sweetheart." The male gritted out. "You’re stuck with me forever. If I am living on the streets, you’re living with me."
She opened her mouth to brat but the bell rang. Rushing to the door, Y/n opened it to reveal a police officer. "Oh... hi..." The officer smiled a bit at her and asked the girl if she still needed an officer and why she had hung up when they called. "O- Oh no officer... I was just being paranoid... It wasn't anyone..." Y/n's cheeks blushed because she could see the officer was staring at her shiny bald head and eyebrows. Feeling herself getting wet as humiliation made her blush, Y/n found herself wondering what it'd feel like if he smacked her on her head. The girl's nipples got hard.
But oh... she couldn't cum!
"Okay then, be careful, Miss." He tipped her hat, nodding a little before walking off.
Y/n felt so wet. "Have a good night, officer!" A giggle left her as the man disappeared, starting to rub herself against the door up and down, running her hand against her head.
"Now, what was that?!" San deeply spoke, pushing the girl against the door, making her head hit against it embarrassingly. "Did you forget who alone can make you wet?!" The male yelled before slapping her. "You sick little exhibition loving whore! Not even you can do what you like to yourself! You're all mine! Only I can do whatever I please to your whore body!"
"Yes... You... You sir!" Y/n closed her eyes and held her hands above her head, lowering it for him to slap. "Please hit my head... Ugh... fuck me up... I want my head to be bruised... Ugh fuck! I am so wet... Please beat me!"
"What a disgusting little trash!" The man laughed, slapping her head this time. "You love people making fun of you, huh?"
"Yes I do! Yes I do!" She whined. "PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE make fun of me! Humiliate me! Hit me and bruise me! Make fun of me! Humiliate and degrade me! I want my whole college to laugh at me!" A loud cry left her.
"Let’s get you bruised up, then." San decided and started slapping the girl's tiny head and face until it was all red and sore. Y/n was crying by the time he was done, literally sobbing as she just fell on her knees and knocked out of exhaustion, her owner carrying her to the bed and then laying next to her knocked out form.
"Good night, my love." The male kissed her soft and red cheek before falling asleep too, holding her fragile body close to his, his slumber calm and satisfying today after so long.
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Y/n stirred as she felt her pussy being invaded the next morning, making her stir as she felt lips upon her own and fingers pinching her nipples as her other boob was being groaped, her pussy expanding and sucking in a huge cock. San's huge cock. "M- Master~!" She whispered out when her eyes flew open and she was met with San's face. "W- What… s- so early?!"
"I promised you I'd wake you by fucking you every morning, didn't I, my slut?" He grinned and attacked her lips, eliciting an excited gigglish moan out of her as he started to fuck her fast and rough, pushing his balls in all the way.
“Y- Yes! Yes! F- Fuck!” Her eyes rolled to the back of her head from the realisation that he had been fucking her in her sleep before she woke up, feeling him twitch inside her. “M- Master! I- I… c- cum…” Y/n tried to speak, her back arching from the pleasure of him biting on her nipples before smacking her bald head softly.
“Little breeding whores don’t get to cum, baby. They just take cock and let Master use them like the cum rags that they are.” San’s cock slammed in and out of her pussy, his hand gripping her neck for support when she clenched around him. “Fuck! So tight!”
Tears welled up in her eyes as her face got red from how rough his thrusts were, how much her clit was burning for stimulation, how much her ovaries hurt to cum. “Look at this hairless little whore! Unable to even breathe without my permission let alone cum!” He spat in her mouth before turning her around and pushing up her ass, chuckling when she whined out.
“Sorry, slut. Little whores don’t get what they want around here and only please Master as they are supposed to.” Grabbing a sharpie, San started writing on her head whilst choking her with one hand, pounding her harder and harder up her ass. “Hurry up and please your Master well so we can go to an important place before you go to school.”
‘I am a bald little nasty slut. Please hit my head. I love it.’ Was written on the back of her head as the man laughed, deciding to not tell her what he’d done just yet, waiting for her to find out later when the people on campus would be warming that cueball up.
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Y/n was whimpering as San waved at her and she shakily walked inside her college with a bald head, wearing nothing inside her skirt as she sneakily pushed the slipping ass plug back inside her cum filled ass. Lowering her bald head now that she was outside and people were staring at her new look, the girl gulped and felt herself squeezing her legs when some girl giggled at her.
Fuck… She couldn’t help but bite her lip, loving the humiliation as her cheeks felt hot.
Master had gotten her pussy, septum and nipples pierced before walking her to college. He was going to buy a special leash for that that was going to be passed through all her piercings to ensure she was in his control at all times.
Her train of thoughts was broken when a smack landed on her head by a guy passing by before he chuckled at her shocked expression. Before the girl could question him, she received a text by San. A picture message. Of what was written on the back of her head.
Widening her eyes, Y/n gasped and her hand automatically grazed against her head. No wonder the piercing lady had lightly smacked it before Master and she had laughed at the girl. “N- No… you didn’t…” She whispered in shock before one of her ‘friends’ smacked her head, making it jerk forwards.
“Cute look, Y/n.” Before she walked off to class, the people passing by gave her looks and talked about her.
Fuck… She squeezed her thighs in utter humiliation as the wind blew, making her desperately try to keep her skirt down as wetness trickled down her thigh. The girl wasn’t allowed to touch herself and not cumming was one of the rules now upon Master’s order and her foolish confession. She had a whole day to last before getting home and begging him to let her earn it.
Her ass stuffed, body owned, everyone silently chuckling at her humiliating look and getting smacks to the head like that wasn’t going to help.
“Oh, Master…” She whined to herself in despair. “What have you done?”
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The Four Corpsmen And Their Cheerleader
Lanternsis x Lanternfamily One-Shot
Word Count: 1.3K
Warnings: Explicit Language
Author's Note: I am obsessed with the Blue Lanterns you guys. Like they're legit my favorites. And since blue and green rings work best with one another...here's a story of that happening! Enjoy! -Thorne
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The guys were at their wits end against the troop of Yellow Lanterns; which wasn’t a common occurrence—being at their wits end that is, Yellow Lantern attacks were actually fairly common. Kyle winced as another barrage of yellow energy blasts hit the construct he’d formed; the eyes of the other two Lanterns turned to him.
“You good, Kyle?” Guy asked, pressing his own hand to the construct to pour power into it.
He nodded, though the strain was evident on his face. “Yeah, I’m good.” He shut his eyes and forced another surge of power into the construct, keeping it up and around them. “Have a plan yet, John?”
Their leader shot a quick glance from the side. “Hal’s keeping them busy at the moment, but his fly-boy distractions are only going to last for so long.” He looked at them. “We need to—”
“Coming in hot!” They all looked towards their rings at the voice and then Hal darted over the side, grunting when a yellow flash shot him in the side. He sunk down the construct wall. “Okay,” he breathed out in shock. “New plan because distraction’s gone out the window as of now.” He glanced at Guy. “Kick their asses?”
Guy snorted, cracking his fists. “Thought you’d never ask, Jordan.” His green eyes fell on John. “Any big speeches before we go in?”
John merely grinned but before he could speak, a scream pierced from behind the construct wall, and everyone shot each other confused glances because no one had moved or formed a new construct besides the wall guarding them. Kyle warned them as he dropped the barrier and they all saw a blue figure darting between the yellow suited Lanterns.
A nova of aqua shot out from the mysterious person as they flew towards them and they rose, the blue cape billowing around them as they cheekily grinned, “I thought we agreed that the four corpsmen needed a cheerleader?”
Hal matched their smirk. “(Y/N)! What are you doing here!”
She merely raised her hand and cool aura surrounded them as their rings recharged, powers surging to the highest levels without overpowering them. “Well, it seems I’m bailing my big brother and his best friends out of trouble.” (Y/N) turned and raised her hands, surrounding her own body with an aura. “Leave now or face the four corpsmen and a Blue Lantern!”
The fear-wielders practically hissed at her, and she tipped her chin up. “Corpsmen! To me!”
“We’ve so gotta talk about you thinking you’re bigger than us,” Kyle griped, even as he flew to her right just as she’d ordered; she snorted as Hal took her left, Guy and John on either side of the other two men.
“Please, I don’t think, Kyle.” She winked at him. “I hope.” Reaching down, she took Kyle and Hal’s hands. “Mind if I borrow some power?”
They merely smiled in return, and she shut her eyes, drawing deep from the well of hope inside her. She let the power flow evenly between the men holding her hands who in turn took Guy and John’s hands, letting the power even between the five of them.
“In fearful day, in raging night, with strong hearts full, our souls ignite…” The Green Lanterns beside her joined in on the oath, all speaking in unison, mighty and powerful. “When all seems lost in the War of Light, look to the stars—” (Y/N) opened her eyes and they glowed a beautiful blue. “For hope burns bright!”
The cosmos seemed to still as the power exploded from their bodies, and they watched as strong green and blue arcs echoed outwards. The Yellow Lanterns across the expanse of space screamed as the waves hit them and soon, they were turning around and fleeing.
Satisfied that their enemy had been defeated, she let go of their hands and rose a few feet up and away from them, a mile-long grin on her face. “Now that that’s over with…how about we go back to Coast City and hit a bar?”
Each of them smiled and nodded at the idea, when suddenly Kyle pointed. “(Y/N) look out!”
She barely had time to spin around when the space around her warped and a Yellow Lantern came into sight. A gasp escaped her as they thrust out the construct blade in their hand into her gut and she bent forward. The men around her shouted and instantly the enemy was being yanked off her, probably being pummeled into a pulp, but all she was concerned about was the fizzling blade that disappeared from her gut.
Someone put their hand against her stomach, and she collapsed into their arms, realizing it was Kyle. “Hey, I’ve got you,” he worried, pressing tight to her abdomen. “You’re going to be okay, (Y/N).”
“Don’t get blood on your suit,” she joked, and he frowned at her, concentrating hard to heal the wound.
“Don’t make me laugh right now. This is serious.” He gazed into her eyes, whispering, “I can’t lose you.”
(Y/N) took his hand and forced him to look into her eyes. “Kyle Rayner, you needn’t be afraid when I’m here. Even if I’m wounded.” She smiled and leaned forward, pressing her forehead to his. “Fear is merely the belief of imminent demise.” She shut her eyes and exhaled, the pulsing blue aura coming again as they held each other. “Hope, however, is the belief of imminent success. And I will always believe that.”
The aura was blinding and even the other men had to shield their eyes as it grew brighter and brighter, lasting for what seemed like forever, then it faded and (Y/N) stood before them, healed, as if she’d never experienced the wound—though her suit was new.
A deep blue, off the shoulder, long-sleeved dress/leotard that parted down the middle of her chest and back, turning sheer as it flowed down at her hips. Her gloves had morphed too, now a silver ring around her middle as the white sleeve stretched up her arm; her boots differed too, no longer closed around her feet. Instead, a silver ring was around her second toe, sapphires on the silver chain that wrapped around her ankle and calves. Her head was adorned with a silver and sapphire diadem, and around her neck was a silver band, and in the center was the symbol for the Blue Lanterns, growing bright as the day she received her ring.
(Y/N) opened her eyes and smiled, holding out her hand to Kyle. “Beloved.”
He matched her smile and pulled her into a hug, lifting her in the air—well, the space around them—and breathed, “(Y/N), you look like a goddess.”
“I’m your goddess,” she murmured, placing her hands on his shoulders.
They seemed to be lost in their own little world of love and devotion, and Guy blinked, looking over at John. “It’s so sweet, I almost don’t want to warn them that Hal here is about to blow his afterburner.” John cracked a toothy grin as Hal exploded in anger.
“CAN SOMEONE PLEASE EXPLAIN TO ME WHAT THE FUCK I’M LOOKING AT! BECAUSE IF IT’S ONE OF MY BEST FRIENDS AND MY PRECIOUS BABY SISTER I’M LEGITIMATELY GOING TO COMMIT MURDER! QUIT FUCKING LAUGHING GUY! IT’S NOT FUCKING FUNNY, YOU DICK! WAIT! DID YOU FUCKING KNOW ABOUT THIS!”
John rested his hand on Hal’s shoulder. “Hal…everyone knows about Kyle and (Y/N).”
“WHAT?!”
“Yeah, why do you think the two of them always ‘patrol’ together?” Guy asked.
“WELL, I DON’T KNOW! MAYBE BECAUSE OUR RINGS WORK BEST IN THE PRESENCE OF A BLUE RING, GUY! AND MAYBE I JUST ASSUMED THEY WERE SUPPORTING AND ENCOURAGING EACH OTHER!”
Guy snorted. “Yeah, ‘encouraging’. More like fuck—”
“SHUT THE FUCK UP! KYLE YOU’RE DEAD!”
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