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cult-of-husbandos · 8 months

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yami ai [yandere] - Hot Yandere Singles Near You

synopsis: you click on a random pop-up ad and are visited by weird smiling man in suit.

genre: pure crack (like fr), fluff, tbh there's not really a plot

word count: 4.4k

warnings: implied stalking

Isn’t insomnia just the worst? Like, seriously? What’s the point of being a human being with antiquated thoughts and impressive cognitive and motor skills when your brain fights you on the most basic stuff. For example, like sleeping!!

You must’ve refreshed YouTube and Twitter over a thousand times. Over 8 billion people in the world and there’s no new content anywhere? You groaned and jumped back over onto Twitter, silently praying and pleading for something new to show up on your feed. Maybe a wacky billionaire got eaten by a mob of homeless people or maybe a news article about a Floridian doing something gross and outrageous and virtually impossible.

But nope. Nothing.

Not a single thing piqued your interest. You groaned again and looked at the time on your dimly lit phone. It was past 2 a.m. and you were bored out of your mind. You then lazily clicked on Google and sighed.

‘Maybe someone posted a new fanfic over something…’ you hoped. And even if there wasn’t a new fic uploaded you’ll just read the old ones you favorited. Perhaps reading something might put you to sleep.

As you were scrolling through your favorite ship tags, you were startled by a pop up ad covering up 90% of the screen and flashing emojis.

“Ugh… seriously?” you groaned. “They should make ad-blockers on phones for this shit.” You squinted at the bright lettering emanating from your phone even though it was at the lowest brightness setting.

⚠️(99+) Hot Yandere Singles NEAR YOU⚠️

Yandere’s…? Singles? Near me?

The pop-up ad had flashing peach, cherry, and eggplant emojis with a water splash emoji at the end to signify… well, you’re not sure what it was trying to signify. On the sides of the ad, it showed pictures of very gorgeous men and women, all striking suggestive poses. Underneath the title was a small summary that read. ‘These lonely desperate yanderes wanna meet you! They’ll most likely find you anyway, but wouldn’t you rather be the honey to a bee instead of a fly? Try it NOW for FREE!! No hookups! No catfishes! No sign ups!’ Then below that were a few empty boxes to fill out requiring your personal information.

"..."

Was this a porn ad?!

No way at 2:45 in the freaking morning did you just get a porn pop-up ad while googling mafia au fanfiction. This has to be some kind of joke. Maybe it was prank and someone was just fucking with you. And how and why would there be 99+ yanderes in your area?! You couldn’t be surrounded by that many psychos. Could you? Whatever the case may be, it was now past 2 a.m. and as the rule of life states ‘Nothing good happens after 2 a.m.’. You don’t know if it was the lack of sleep or just reckless curiosity, but you gave your shoulders a shrug and mumbled a ‘fuck it’ as you put in your information. Your name, number, gender, age, preferred sex, email, and mailing address. As you clicked submit and continued scrolling, you gave very little thought about how this would go down.

On one hand, the ad turns out to be real and you get a partner out of this. Or

You get quartered, stalked, doxxed, and murdered like the dumbass you are for putting your personal info into a sketchy porno-like pop-up on Google.

Or, it turns out to be a prank and some asshole sitting in a basement has a good laugh at you.

Meh. You’ll deal with it in the morning.

*****

You were jolted awake with the sound of rapid knocking coming from your front door. You groaned into your pillow as you tried to ignore the person desperately wanting your attention from outside your apartment. You finally got some sleep only for it to get interrupted. Only minutes and minutes of continued knocking without any signs of letting up, you decide to get up and shoo away whoever it was. You wearily grabbed your phone to check the time.

8:02 a.m.

You huffed as you stormed towards the front door.

“If this a fucking Jehova’s Witness, I swear to god…” you grumbled. You swung open the door and threw the person a harsh glare, only to be met with popping sounds as confetti flew in your face.

“Good morning, my dear darling~!! Are you ready to begin on the road to happiness and love?” the stranger shouted a far too happy tone for 8 in the morning.

You took a step back in shock, fully awake as you waved and dusted the confetti from your face and hair. You looked the strange man up and down. He was smiling ear to ear and wore an expensive looking suit to warm for the summer weather. A briefcase stood right beside him along with dozens of other party poppers and a white plastic bag filled with brown bottles with oddly enough no labels on them. You looked at the man’s face. He was surprisingly attractive and without a single flaw anywhere. His hair was jet black and shined a very prominent gloss. You were honestly kind of embarrassed to be seen by him when you looked like such a mess. The man let out a chuckle.

“Oh my.” he said, gently putting his hand over his mouth with vague concern. “I hope I didn’t startle you too much. I probably should’ve sent you an email notifying you of the time I was coming. I’m sorry that must’ve been a troubling awakening.”

You quirked your eyebrow and took another step back, grabbing onto the doorknob so that you could slam it right in his face if things got too weird.

“And… you are?”

“Oh my, oh my. Where are my manners? How careless of me to assume.” The man bowed with a curtsy. “I am the ‘Matchmaker’. My job is to pair two people with their fated soulmate and give each of my clients their happily ever after. It’s very nice to meet you, (Y/N) (L/N).”

You felt a chill crawl down your spine. How’d this weirdo know your name?! You tried to close the door as fast as you could, but the ‘Matchmaker’ was even faster. He clicked his tongue at you, his smile unchanging, but his eyes seemed to harden his gentle tone.

“My, how rude. Is that any way to treat a guest?” He let out another chuckle. “You’ll never find love that way.”

“H-How did you know my name?” you stuttered.

Again, another chuckle. What was so funny? “My dear~. You gave it to me.”

What the hell was he talking about? How could you have given this creep your name? Was he a stalker? A junkie? Noticing the confusion on your face, the man spoke up again.

“Oh my dear. Do you really not remember?” he asked, tilting his head in feign innocence. “You filled out an ad to meet singles in your area. And here I am, coming to fulfill that ad.”

You eased up on the tension you had on the door and tilted your head in surprised confusion. “That was a real ad?”

The man stood up tall and smiled earnestly again. “Of course. However, you are the first person to actually fill out that ad. Really, this is more of a celebration to both of us.”

Huh, so the pop-up ad was real.

Not a prank.

And now there’s a psycho standing at your front door promising you a partner from an actual yandere.

“I honestly thought it was a prank. I mean… yanderes? Isn’t that just an anime thing?”

“Oh, I assure you my darling.” he said with a snide smirk. “Yanderes are real. And when they heard about signing up, it was like tossing chicken in a sea of alligators. All clamoring to be the first person to take a bite.”

Okay, gross but kind of sweet.

“May I come in?”

“Huh?”

“Well, my dear. It would be easier to come in and talk through the process of how this goes instead of standing here.”

“Oh, um… Suuuree-”

“Great! My my darling~. What a lovely home. Very well decorated.” The man quickly strided into your house and made himself comfortable in your living room, looking as if he was analyzing every detail about your house.

Richard Chase would’ve loved your dumbass.

You shut the door and followed him into your own apartment and offered him a seat on your couch. Might as well, right? You’ve gone this far and you're still alive.

“Umm…” you hesitantly shifted from one foot to another. “Do you… um… want some coffee maybe? Or tea? Maybe a glass of water? If you haven;t eaten breakfast yet, I whip you up something.”

Yeah, sure. Feed the man with only a title for a name and waltzed right into your house after showing up after you put in your personal information into a random pop-up ad at 3 a.m. promising you a happy life with hot single yanderes in your area. You are the pinnacle of human genius. The apex of natural selection. The creme de la creme of common sense. Charles Darwin would be so impressed.

“How thoughtful. Just coffee would be fine. Thank you.”

After brewing a quick pot, you sat across from the man facing him heads on and gently slid him his steaming cup. After a while of taking little sips in weird silence, he spoke up again.

“Before we continue, I’d just like to say: Thank you so much for applying for this wonderful opportunity!! Not many people would click on an ad requiring doxxing information to meet their soulmates! Again, congrats on being our number one willing client!”

“Willing client?” you asked.

“Well, of course! For some reason, humans seem to really love the idea of a yandere until there’s one standing on their front porch!” he laughed.

“Humans? I’m sorry. Are you not human, Mr…?”

“Ah ah! No need for formalities! Just ‘The Matchmaker’ or simply ‘Matchmaker’.

“Oh, so… you don’t have a true name? Or is that just a title?”

“Oh darling~.” he sang sweetly. “That’s none of anyone’s fucking business, is it?”

Your eyes widened and let out a nervous chuckle. “Okay, got it! Just Matchmaker. Lovely name. Adore it. In fact, I love when strange mysterious men only give a title for a name.” What the hell does that even mean? You had no idea what you were saying anymore.

“Heh, smart cookie.” He winked. “Shall we begin?”

“Um, yeah, so… how does this work exactly?” you finally asked.

“Simple, my dear darling. Think of this as an ordinary matchmaking appointment. I have a stack of potential soulmates all ready to meet you. I have the same information about them that I also have of you. Each potential soulmate also has a picture so if you don’t really feel up to meeting face-to-face just yet you can look over the picture and see who captures your heart.”

“Face-to-face? So these guys have my picture too?” “Of course! And might I say, those pictures don’t do you justice. In all my years in this business, I’ve never seen such an obsession and overload of potential soulmates for just one person.”

You lightly blushed. “I-I don’t know about that… I barely got any sleep last night so I probably look like a zombie right now…”

“Au contraire, Darling. You look absolutely stunning. If I weren’t such a professional I would burn all these forms and claim you as my one and only~.”

You felt your entire face flush red as the Matchmaker pierced your soul with his longing gaze. It felt like he was staring into your very essence – like he could read you like a book. You nervously cleared your throat and shifted your eyes away, hoping to bring down your blush.

“S-So! Um… should we get started?” you stuttered, internally kicking yourself for being so easily flustered by a couple of smooth words. Ted Bundy would’ve had a field day with your dumbass.

“Ready whenever you are, my dear.” The Matchmaker set his briefcase on your coffee table and pulled out a single form and slid it over towards you. “Let’s start off with an easy one.”

You looked at the form along with the picture of a very attractive man paperclipped to the paper. According to the form, his name is Hamazawa Akita. He was in his early 20’s, had a varying array of hobbies from hiking to scuba diving, and was very much in love with you.

“Well, what do you think?”

“Hm, well, he’s very cute. And very active.”

“Would you like to meet him?”

“Um, sure… is there a number I could call or…?”

“No need! We can bring him in right now.” The Matchmaker snapped his fingers and you whipped your head towards the front door where Akita strolled in, all smiles. You looked back over the Matchmaker. “Did I not lock my door? Wait. More importantly, how’d he get here?!”

The Matchmaker smiled. “My dear, when you’re in this business you pick up a few tricks.” He then turned his attention towards Akita who now stood in the middle of the living room. “No. 1 would you like to introduce yourself?”

Akita stood tall and his eyes seemed to beam directly at you. “My name is Hamazawa Akita. Ever since I saw your picture I’ve dreamed about sweeping you off your feet and claiming you all to myself!”

“So, like 8 hours ago?”

“Yes!! But those hours feel like years when being away from you.”

“Hmm.”

“So, what do you think? Are you feeling the butterflies?”

You looked up Akita up and down and your face twisted as if you’re deciding on whether or not to buy a car or a piece of clothing.

“Um, to be honest my guy. I’m not feeling it.”

“Huh?”

“Excuse me, my darling?”

“Weeeelllll…. I mean, don’t get me wrong! You’re very attractive and your words are sweet, but I don’t think I believe any of it. Like, you just admitted to wanting me all to yourself only 8 hours ago, but I don’t really feel anything. Not even a shiver.”

The Matchmaker and Akita both looked at each other like they weren’t really expecting that. With a quick wave of his hand, Akita slumped his shoulders and headed towards your front door. You shouted out an apology as the dejected suitor walked out.

“Well, I didn’t expect that. I don’t normally get such competent clients. At least those that get past kicking and screaming.” The Matchmaker grinned. You shrugged.

“I guess I just know what I like. All the anime I’ve watched kind of gives you that high standard of what makes a yandere a real yandere, y’know?”

He nodded. “I cannot agree more. Well, we have plenty more where that came from. Shall we continue?”

*****

Papers were strewn across your coffee table in an unorganized fashion as both you and your estranged guest were tired beyond belief. You had no idea how many hours had passed nor how many guests were in and out of your apartment. You’re honestly surprised none of your neighbors complained or called the police. Your apartment would’ve looked like a clown car if anyone had been watching from the outside. You honestly lost count after No. 256. You let out another yawn and laid on your side trying your best to keep your eyes open. Maybe 2 hours of sleep wasn’t enough for the multiple interviews you had to conduct today. Maybe your 9th grade biology teacher was right. Maybe you are going to die alone. A weary sigh brought you from your thoughts.

“My, my. You are definitely the most high standard client I’ve ever had. I didn’t think we’d get to the triple digits in just one day.”

You also sighed and sat up in your seat. “I know. I’m sorry. It’s just… All these guys are cute and all, but they’re all lacking something. They’re either too forceful or not forceful enough. Too wimpy or too strong. Or too obsessed or just incredibly so lovesick that I feel like they’d fall in love with just about anyone who’d be willing. Ugh, why can’t this be simpler like adopting an animal?” You groaned. You also hadn’t thought this would take this long. You didn’t really think of yourself as having high standards until today. Until today, you’d be happy with anyone close to you in age and with a heartbeat. Who knew picking out a yandere soulmate would be so challenging. And who knew that there’d be so many willing participants! The Matchmaker reached into his briefcase and pulled another stack of forms and slid them over to you. There must be at least over a hundred papers in front of you. How did he have so many?!

“How about we switch things up, hm? You’ll look over the papers and when you see someone that catches your eye, I’ll bring him in.” He made it sound like you were adopting a dog or a cat. But if this made it go any faster, you were willing to try.

After about 3 more stacks of papers, you were starting to lose hope and patience. When you got to the last few papers, you stopped dead in your tracks. Woah baby!

“Woah baby!” you exclaimed.

“Did you find someone you like?” The Matchmaker asked hopefully.

“Oh yeah. This guy.” You showed him the paper. He furrowed his brows a little.

“Are you sure? I don’t think I remember this man. His name and face don’t seem familiar.”

“Really? Maybe he’s a late entry or something?”

Matchmaker stroked his chin in thought. “I’ll go check it out. Be right back, dear. I’m very sorry for this inconvenience.”

You waved off his apology with a smile and he left your apartment. You then leaned back with a groan. You just wanted to find your ‘soulmate’ or whatever and move on with this day. You closed your eyes for a second and waited patiently for Matchmaker to come back.

Tap tap tap

Just like deja vu, you were awoken by rapid knocking. Except this time it wasn’t coming from your front door.

Tap tap tap tap

It sounds like it’s coming from… your window?

Tap tap tap tap tap tap tap

You quickly got up and walked towards your window and opened it.

“Woah!” You jumped back a little as you were met face to face with the man that you had picked out and that the Matchmaker went to go find.

‘Wow… he’s even cuter in person!!’

He let out a delicious chuckle and gave you a charming smile.

“I didn’t mean to scare you, darling~. Hehe, though I think that fear in your eyes was worth it. So adorable~.” For the second time today, a complete weirdo stranger has made you blush. Wait…

“Wait! I don’t have a balcony and I’m on the third floor. How’d you-?” You peeked over the window to see if he was pulling a Criss Angel.

“I have incredible grip strength~.” he winked.

“Oooh I’m sure~.” you swooned. For a weirdo, he was a smooth talking weirdo.

“Oh, I got these for you, sweetheart~.” He pulled himself up and sat on your windowsill and pulled out a bouquet of roughly cut flowers from behind him. You gasped and grabbed them, giving them a smell.

“These are my favorite!! How did you know? I don’t think that was one of the pieces of info required for the Matchmaker.” you asked.

The stranger chuckled. “Easy. I never filled out that stupid application.”

You looked up from your flowers and titled your head like a confused puppy.

“I already know everything about you. I don’t need a stupid piece of paper to tell me what I already know about you. Like, how I know that you have secret sweets hidden all throughout your room. Or that whenever you have a good day you love to sing Stray Kids.”

He inched closer to you as you backed up further into the room.

“You won’t eat frozen pizza, but every so often you eat a lobster roll from a food truck from Gary on Main St.. You have life destroying evidence of your boss that you’re planning on using on your last day. You’ve seen the Barbie movie 5 times. And…”

You felt your legs hit the couch and tried to keep yourself from falling onto your back like a defenseless turtle.

“Your favorite anime is… Dar-” You quickly covered the stranger’s mouth with a furious blush.

“I only watch it ironically!! I don’t love it! It’s not my favorite!” you quickly clarified. The gravity of the situation was made perfectly clear after that. This man really knew all about you. Honestly, you’re so loud that you’re pretty sure that people on the ground outside could hear you singing. And you don’t really pay attention to your surroundings so it's easy for someone to know that you eat from a food truck every other week at specific times. But, knowing your favorite secretly watched anime?

“W-Who… are you?” you stuttered. You’re pretty sure you already knew the answer.

He laughed and you felt his lips brush against your fingers. You blushed and tried to pull back, only to be stopped by his hands.

“Sweetie~. You already know who I am.” He grabbed the paper from the stack and put it next to his face. “See? I’m Yami Ai. Your soulmate.”

Before you could even process what was happening, you were gently pushed onto the couch with Yami hovering over you holding your hands beside your head. You couldn’t stop the blush erupting from your neck to your face. Your heart was beating way too fast and your stomach felt jumpy and queasy. Butterflies.

You cleared your throat. “Um… so, if you didn’t fill out a form then how come The Matchmaker had your profile and picture? And why didn’t you use the front door?”

Yami smirked and leaned in closer. “It’s pretty simple to pull off when your apartment does security checks on new guests entering the building.”

“But, my apartment doesn’t–” you stopped. “Ooooh… So you impersonated a security guard, slipped your profile and info into his briefcase, and were planning on showing up as one of the potential singles? That’s… convoluted. But, smart.” You shrugged. “And since you obviously knew which floor I was on and which window was mine, I assume you’ve been watching me for a while and were watching me last night when I couldn’t sleep?”

Yami laughed again. “You are so smart~. You really catch on quickly, don’t you?”

You shrugged again with a nervous smile. “W-Well, obviously not smart enough to not put in my personal info and have strange men come in and out of my apartment.”

Yami was quick to turn his gentle smile into a hard, harsh frown. His grip on your wrists grew tighter and you winced under the force he placed in you.

“You know, my darling. It’s partially my fault. If I hadn’t backed out and taken you that night, you’d never be in this situation. With those men eyeing you up and down like you were theirs. Having that smiling freak calling you ‘dear’ and ‘darling’ when only I can call you that. I was planning on getting rid of the competition, but you did that for me.”

Yami loosened his grip and lifted you up, staring into your eyes. You blushed again.

“Rejection after rejection. Some guys didn’t even get 2 words out before you turned away. Of course my darling would only want the most perfect man. Isn’t that right, darling~?”

“Hehehe~” you leaned in with a giggle. “You’re so sweet~.”

You are such a baby for flattery.

*****

“My dear darling, I’m so very sorry for the inconvenience. I didn’t mean to be gone for so long, but I could not find this person you–” Matchmaker explained, rushing in and stopping dead in his tracks when he saw both you and Yami, the man who left 30 minutes ago to go find, eating breakfast in the living room.

Sitting in his lap.

And feeding each other.

“Oh! Matchmaker!” you exclaimed, quickly swallowing your food. You didn’t notice Yami tightening his grip on your waist nor did you notice the cold glare and tense atmosphere enveloping the room. “Look who I found~.”

“I see…” he said hesitantly.

“He climbed up the building and came in through the window.”

“My~. How romantic~.” he sang. “So, I take it that you are satisfied with your soulmate? Or… do you wish to continue searching?” he asked teasingly. Before Yami could say anything, you quickly spoke again.

“Yep! I’m sure.” You ruffled Yami’s hair and nuzzled up against him. “I wouldn’t trade him for anyone else.” Yami hugged you closer to his chest as you giggled. “Plus, he makes the most amazing breakfast in the world, so extra points!” you cheered. You reached out towards the Matchmaker’s briefcase.

“Here you go! I put all the papers back in for you.”

Matchmaker quickly walked over and grabbed his briefcase along with your hand. “Well, my dear. It’s been an honor. You are truly the most remarkable and memorable client I have ever had.” he said with a bow and made his way towards the door. However, before leaving he chuckled and looked back at the both of you. “Although, it’s a shame,” he sighed. “Maybe if I had stayed, I would’ve snatched you up myself.”

And with a final loud laugh, The Matchmaker disappeared, but not before Yami stood up to lounge and attack the fleeting man like a guard dog. You snorted and caressed his face to calm him down. “Relax, Yami. He’s just joking.”

“Well, I hated his joke. Fuckin’ freak…” he grumbled. “And it’s Ai. You’re mine now. You should get used to calling each other by our first names.”

You smiled and leaned against him. “Okay, Ai. Whatever you say.”

“And if a man comes to the door, never EVER answer it, got it!”

“Mhm.”

“I’m serious, darling. I’ll gouge their eyes out right in front of you.”

“Yes sir.”

The rest of your life was going to be very interesting. Suck it, Ms. Braxton. I guess you’re the one dying alone. Because you have a yandere boyfriend! And she has gonorrhea. Bitch.

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a/n: this is so shit. i'm so sorry that i've been MIA for a while. work has been pretty crazy and i haven't really felt much motivated to write. however, i'm trying to get back into it now. with this goofy shit. kind of a joke piece, but i needed to write something silly and not serious at all to relax. (also i've been writing since 4 a.m., so...) anyways, i'm going to try and update regulary or at least post something.

Here's my YouTube. I make anime playlists.

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kennedyalike · 10 months

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kink collection of all kinds of kinks with the one and only leon s. kennedy

18+! read at your own risk, you’ve been warned

kinks (23)- choking, spanking, masturbation, somnophilia, daddy kink, praise kink, degrading kink, overstimulation, toys, mommy kink, stepcest, foot kink, edging, rope/bondage, blindfold, thigh riding, panty kink, stepdad kink, size kink, breeding kink, slavery, femdom & rape/cnc

(1) - choking

oh, how sexy it looked when his hand was wrapped around your throat, slightly squeezing the soft flesh. his big hand around your neck as you begged for more. everyday he would hold his hand on your neck, feeling your warm heartbeat as you cried on his cock. you loved leon’s hands. at the start of the relationship, you had asked him to choke you, and he was kind of surprised but after trying it, his hand was always there. the gentle blockage of air made your pussy clench around him.

(2) - spanking

”you can take it, sweet girl." leon whispered into your ear as he held out his hand again. when the palm of his hand hit the skin of your asscheek, it hurt and you moaned loudly. his slaps were getting harder and a red mark was almost visible on your skin. "leon!" you whimper as tears start prickling in you eyes. after the slap he rests his hand on your ass, groping it and massaging the skin. you feel your pussy clench around nothing and turn slickier by the second when every spank hits. ”three.” he counts.

(3) - masturbation

leon watched you desperately grind your hips towards your own little fingers, trying to fill the hole that needed his cock so bad. as you pump your fingers in and out of your needy hole, you look at leon with such pleading eyes as you whine. "leon, please. 'need your cock...i-in me! i've been a good girl-nnngh.." your sentence turns into mumbles as you rub your clit, wishing it was his fingers instead.

he watches you greedily and smirks as he palms his own cock, watching you writhe under him, beg him for his cock while you stuff your pussy with those fingers of yours that just don't fill you like his cock does. "good girl, fuck yourself like that, cum for me and i'll give you what you want."

leon was always jerking off to videos of you whimpering and rubbing your clit when he was on a mission. catching you humping your pillow. fuck. he loved seeing you so desperate

(4) - somnophilia

when you were sleepy, leon loved you the most. he thought you were the cutest ever, so cute that he wishes to fuck you full of his cum when you're asleep or barely awake. he loves the fact that you beg for him, behave so good for him even when you're asleep. your pussy clenching around his cock when he humps himself into you, of course you were starting to wake up and let out small whimpers of pleasure. your small gasps and squirms when his fingers toy with your clit as you coat him with slick while asleep. or when he enjoys the taste of your pussy all night, licking your clit while you squeeze your thighs.

oh fuck, how leon wanted to wake up to fucking you everyday. he was so needy but you were so insatiable. he wishes he could be inside you even when he was asleep. random horniness strikes as you straddle your boyfriends lap, looking over at his figure. he was sleeping, sound asleep with no shirt, his abs and biceps on full display and only his thin boxers on. you shyly sit down and you immedietly feel his cock under you.

you hold back a moan when you feel him wholly through the thin fabric of your panties. not being able to stop yourself, you slowly start grinding down, slick dampening your panties as you bite ur finger to muffle the small whimpers and moans that were escaping your mouth. almost immedietly you feel the sensation grow as leon’s cock gets erect really quickly, responding to your touch even when he was still sleeping.

you lift your hips up slightly, seeing a wet spot on his briefs as you slowly pulled them down, leaving them at his ankles. you examined his expression and he was still asleep. you lower your hips again, looking at his cock for a second before bringing your hand to brush over it. leons brows furrow as you stroke him shyly while thinking whether to put it in you or not. "just a lil' bit... need your cock." you whimper as you slowly sit down on his cock, adjusting to his lenght while trying to keep quiet. leon was stirring awake slowly, waking up to his heart beating faster as he lets out soft sighs of pleasure till his eyes lock on you, helping yourself on his cock. he sleepily grabs at your waist and pushes you deeper onto his cock. "my little baby wants it even when i'm asleep."

(5) - daddy kink

whenever you would call leon daddy it would do something to his mind. "whatever you say, daddy." you giggled as he corrected you.

"but daddy, why?" your eyes glistening with sadness as you hugged him tightly.

"please, daddy. feel s' good!" you choked out as leon kept your hips in place while he thrusted into you. his big cock filling you completely. you loved calling him daddy because his reaction was pricless each time. "come on, louder, tell me how you love daddy's cock, yeah?"

(6) - praise kink

he loved praising you, actually he loved praises overrall, whether it was him praising you for being such an obedient girl for him or feeling so good on his cock and taking him so well or you praising him, how good he felt and how you praised him for everyday things." good girl, i'm proud." he chuckles as he kisses your forehead. cute moment but him calling you a good girl and praising you like that makes your thighs clench together (he knows).

”atta girl.”

”so good for me..”

”pussy feels so good, fuck. you’re amazing.”

”my pretty baby.”

he's handing you something, helping you with anything. "thanks, leon. you're so kind to me…..so good to me." you whisper as you hug him while straddling his lap. he sighs and feels himself getting a boner as he listens to your praises. it gets him going. one thing he didn't expect to like was when you called him a "good boy" "ah-! good boy..cum inside me." you whined into his ear as he fucked you silly. ”leon! feels so good..no one could fuck me like you-do!”

(7)- degrading kink

"you fucking brat." leon growled as he yanked you towards him by your arm. angrily he grabbed at your waist and bent you over the bed. you gasp as you feel your thighs clenching together from anticipation. you feel his hands retract for a second as he quickly unfastens his belt, the metal clinking sound filling the room. "now stay down, i'm gonna give you what you deserve you fucking slut." he groans as he pulls his pants down and rips your panties apart. you gasp again as he starts fucking into you at a ruthful pace, you feel like you're almost going to faint from how hard he's slamming his hips into yours as he babbles into your ear. "just a little mindless fucktoy for me."

"stupid bitch."

”that's all you deserve to be, just a fucking hole for me to use whenever i feel like it."

"bad girl."

"know your place."

”be an obedient fuckpet and take it, okay?”

”just a fucking cocksleeve, prettiest baby.”

your pussy coating itself with slick everytime leon degraded you or insulted you. he enjoyed it too. it's like you were made for him, only to be good for him.

(8) - overstimulation

"no more- p-please! ah!" your body jolted backwards as leon licks at your poor, tired clit. you whine and shake as you try to push him off when it feels too good you might cry. leon’s warm and wet tongue is circling fastly on your clit while he sucks on it. your already cockdrunk and he hasn't even fucked you yet. forcing 3 orgams from you in a row left your mind in a haze and your pussy overly sensitive as he holds you down." come on baby, one more f’me, pretty." he groans into your pussy as tears spill from your eyes from the overstimulation.

(9) - vibrator/toys

leon loved to use a small vibrator on your clit when he fucked you stupid. sending overbearing sensations down your whole body as you writhed under him. those sweet, intoxicating moans you let out as the vibrations pleasure your sensitive clit. makes you cum twice as hard and all he wants to do is pleasure you. he also loved watching you intensively as you pumped a dildo in & out of yourself while moaning his name, wishing it was his dick.

what leon didn’t expect, was you using a toy on him. a vibrator on his cock head through his trousers. a dampened spot forming on the fabric as he moaned and vocalized more than usual. immense pleasure for both. vibrators are definetly his favorite~

(10) - mommy kink

”m-mommy-” leon whined as you wrapped your lips around his tip, hands grabbing at the shaft as you pumped him up and down. sucking him and giving him the best you could. the way he would shyly call you mommy as he tried to pretend he didn’t like it made your pussy even wetter. mommy needs his cock so bad. ”oh fuck! mommy…feels s’ good-” as you bounce on his cock. ”mommy please, need your pussy. m-fuck! need to fuck mommy…” his begs were the best thing ever.

(11) - stepcest

”yeah? you like when your step-bro fucks you, huh?” he whispered into your ear as he rutted his hips into yours, holding yours up. you both knew it was wrong but technically it wasn’t.. your step brother made you so fucking horny and the idea of him fucking his little sister in secret didn’t fail to get him hard everytime. the secrecy and riskyness of your endeavours pushed both of you even further. ”gonna fill your pussy, sis.” ”ah! fuck… leon!”

(12) - foot kink (kinda)

leon was laying there and trying to hold back moans when your bare foot rubbed over his erection. his joggers felt like they were too tight for him as his cock strained agaisnt the fabric. he looked at you through hazy eyes as you smirked. ”you like this?” you teased as your foot touched the tip of his cock, teasing over it with your toes. ”fuck- how couldn’t i?” he whines as he bucks his hips up slightly. you giggle as you lean over to him, kissing him passionetly. he liked anything if it was you, all of you was pretty. even your feet, painted nails and soft skin. he loved your everything.

(13) - edging/orgasm control/denial

”no more! leon please…” you whimpered as he held you down on his cock, sitting there so prettily even after he denied your orgasm and edged you for an hour already. ”wanna cum…please.” he chuckles at you as he brings his thumb over your clit. ”yeah? you wanna cum, baby?” he teases you as he starts rubbing your clit again while lifting your hips up, slamming you on his cock again. ”yes..please. i’ll do anything.” you cry into his ear as you feel your orgasm coming over again. he holds your hips down as you let out a broken cry, nuzzling your head into his neck as he denies your pleasure again. having your high ripped from you constantly was tiring and you felt like you were about to collapse. but when he finally lets you cum, it feels like heaven on earth. the build up of many denied orgasms as they finally spill you over the edge seems to have you shaking in pleasure, mind all fucked out.

leon hates loves when you edge him. holding his hard cock in your hand as you press kitten licks to his tip, making him grab at your hair and almost forcing you down on his cock as he begs for the full thing. your hands gripping the base of his cock as you suck his tip, swirling your tongue around it sloppily, moaning and humming sometimes to spur him on even more. ”fuck- don’t do that..let me cum, baby.” he whines as you pull back from his cock again.

”shit…i-i need to cum…baby please.” he gasps into your ear when you lift your hips off of his cock again, ripping the pleasure from his painfully hard cock. poor boy just wants to fuck your pussy full of his cum over and over again. (he might get angry if u edge him for too long, grabbing your hips and forcing you down, bullying his cock inside you and getting what he wants. or maybe he’ll grab your hair and fuck your mouth, making you gag on his cock as he cums down your throat.)

(14) - rope/bondage

seeing you tied up, at his mercy turned him on like nothing else. watching you squirm as you moaned at his every touch. your hands tied together as he plays with your tits, sucking and kissing on them as the slick from your panties dampened the fabric. something about leon tying you up made you so horny. you would be at his mercy, he could do anything and you never knew what was next. not being able to move and touch him was making your pussy clench around nothing. sometimes he would even tie your legs too, your whole body tied up and stuck to the bed as he gives you head, his mouth buried between the thighs you want to close so bad from the pleasure but he holds you down, making you take it all.

it drove leon crazy when you would handcuff him to the bedframe as you stripped in front of him, sometimes you touched yourself for him, moaning his name as he tugged on the handcuffs. ”fuck, come here. uncuff me, right now.” he would groan and you would giggle in response.

”shit baby! feels so fucking good, need to touch you.” he desperately whined into your ear as you bounced on his cock, hand grazing his muscly chest. you moaned as you lifted your hips up and down, seeing him go crazy about not being able to touch you when you tied his hands back. it turned him on so much because eventually you would break and let him free and then he can touch you as much as he wants.

(15) - blindfold

the silky tie on your eyes as his cold fingers travel on your naked body. you would trust him and let him do anything to you. it turned you on to not know what he would do next. you only saw darkness everywhere and the loss of eyesight enhanced all your other senses as even the smallest of touch he granted you, made you moan loudly.

leon would spend hours just touching you in different places to see your reaction. when he groped your tits roughly, pulling you towards him and pinching your nipples as you arched your back. ”leon…feel so good.” then he would suddenly dip your fingers into your wet pussy that was practically begging for him already. the surprise of his two long fingers suddenly pushing into you made shivers run down your spine as you closed your legs instinctively. his hands only spread your legs even more as he fingers you. sometimes he would tease his cock over your hole, pressing his hard dick on to the curve of your ass. it made you arch into him, hands reaching out to touch him. not being able to see anything but still feel everything was a different sensation. ”you feel that, baby? see what you do to me… so sexy.” he cooed as he pressed his erection against you.

”fuck, need to see your body, sweetheart.” leon groaned as you grinded on his lap, guiding his hands to grope at your tits and ass while you kissed his neck sloppily. his hands touching you even though he can’t see anything, oh he’s so cute. ”ah fuck..let me..” he mumbles when you stroke his cock up and down. his head rolls back and his senses are doubled when he can’t see. ”i-i’m gonna cum..wanna see your face..”

(16) - thigh riding

he was laying on the couch with only his boxers and an oversized tee on when you sit yourself on his lap like everyday. you’re only wearing a shirt of his and panties. his hand rests on your waist as you straddle him perfectly. whenever leon is watching the tv or doing work things or something else, you sit on his lap because it’s the best seat. his muscly thighs under yours as he readjusts himself. the strong muscles flex and you feel yourself growing extremely horny. you slowly sneak to the side to sit directly on one his thighs.

he seems not to notice when his gaze is still focused on the paper he’s reading. his leg starts to pump up and down slightly. (it’s an old habit of his) you can’t hold back the small whimper coming from your mouth when you lift your hips slightly, feeling embarrased as you feel your pussy getting wet.

you moan slightly and quickly look away as your hands grab his shoulders tighter. he’s still rocking his leg slowly when he hears your soft moan. he looks at you and presses a kiss to your cheek. ”did i hurt you, darling?” he gently asks as he sees you’ve switched to sit on one of his thighs only. you avoid his gaze and shake your head. leon looks away in silence and goes back to whatever he was doing. you hope he doesn’t notice when you slightly start rocking your hips on his. you just play innocent and nuzzle your head into his neck as you grind into him slowly.

a small moan escapes your mouth and he hears it, looks at you in confusion for a second before noticing your hips grinding down on his thigh. he smirks and drops the paper to the side, grabbing your ass with his both hands and roughly squeezing at the skin, then giving it a small slap that makes you jolt. ”leon…” you moan into his ear while his hands help you grind into him.

his fingers lock around the thin edge of your panties as he slowly starts teasing them down. ”pretty baby needs to cum so bad she’ll hump my thigh huh?” you nod frantically as you kiss him, grinding even harder. your slick has probably already dripped onto leon’s thigh as his hands move in sync with your hip, helping you grind into him. ”just like that, ride my thigh.”

(17) - panty/underwear kink

where did your favorite pair of lacy thongs dissapear? who knows. maybe leon pocketed it when he undressed you. just so he could save it for later when he’s alone, thinking of your sweet tight pussy wrapped around him as he humps his hand desperately with the panties on em. soon he’s messily cumming all over his own hand and your stolen panties. don’t worry, he’ll return them someday.

”leon, are those my panties?” you look at him confusedly as you caught him pocketing them after your shower. ”uhh….yeah?” he responds awkwardly before his face softens when he hears your sweet laugh. ”so you’re the one who’s been stealing em!”

(18) - stepdad kink

you can’t help but gawk at your mom’s new boyfriend you met on accident. he’s older than you for sure but a little younger than your mom. tall figure, rock hard abs and huge biceps & thighs. oh god how you want him so bad. you came to visit home for a second and you walked in on a stranger. ”w-who are you?!” you stutter as you take a step back. the blonde chuckles and extends his hand out. ”leon, i’m kinda dating your mom.”

when he saw his new girlfriends daughter, fuck he couldve left her immedietly. it was an accident when he met you but that doesn’t change the fact that he was immedietly so smitten with you from the moment he saw you. after that, he began asking about you, making excuses to stay at your moms place so he would see you. everyday he would fantasize about fucking you. everytime he had sex with your mom he would imagine it being you.

”ah! leon! s’ big!” you moan into his ear as he bends you over the kitchen table and bangs you from behind. ”yeah? fuck… like your step daddy’s cock in you, huh baby?” he groans.

the secret between you two was almost unbearable but it turned you on. a hotter older man who was your stepdad, was ruining your pussy for anyone else. ”best daddy..” you whisper. you were the only reason why he kept your mom around.

(19) - size kink

leon loved how big he looked compared to you. your hand in his, twice smaller than his bigger one. he could caress your whole face with one hand. his palm would cover the whole thing. the stronger and taller man could easily hover above you as you looked up at him.

his muscles working as he lifts you up with ease, manhandles you around like you’re a feather that weighs nothing. big biceps wrapping around you and securing you inside. he could do anything he wants. dominate over you with ease as his bigger form locks you under him. how small you looked while you bounced on his dick. big, rough hands digging your hips as you whimpered.

sometimes he would carry you to bed and you loved it. everytime he picked you up, lifted you, reached something for you, he was huge and it turned you on. even at moments when it wasn’t anything sexual. you just felt so safe laying on his big muscular chest. big boys<3 (leon’s dick is huge too, sometimes so big it almost hurts)

(20) - breeding kink/creampie

”fuck, baby- ah! you feel so good…lemme-cum in you-?” he requests through struggled moans as he rolls his hips into yours slowly. he was shy about it at first, like everything else and you weren’t so sure about it but when you let him do it for the first time, it felt amazing. his warm cum filling you up fully as you moaned his name. you were so full.

since then, you were almost begging for it everytime. and he did do it everytime but it gained a new angle quickly… ”please, leon! cum inside..please…need your cum.” you desperately whined as he rutted his hips into yours with such speed it could break you. ”does my sweet baby want me to fill her up?” he teases as he slows his rhythm down, making you squirm. you nod frantically and continue begging him. ”gonna cum so deep in you, you’ll be pregnant soon.” he smirks as he starts rolling his hips again. ”yes! please- ah! want it…”

”gonna fuck you full of my cum, baby.”

”good girl, milk me dry…fuck..so needy.”

”such a cute girl, want me to fuck my babies into you, huh?”

after sex leon slowly slides his fingers in you, filling you up again as he watches the white liquid mixed with your slick drip out of your hole. ”gotta plug it in, right? make sure it takes.” he kisses your cheek and you start grinding against his fingers. ”does my baby want another one?” you can only nod. ”what a pretty little cumslut.” he coos and fills you up again, looking at the pretty mess he made when your thighs are clamped together with cum.

sometimes you find stains of his cum on the bedsheets and your underwear. one time you fell asleep after fucking him, finding leon’s cum seeping out of you the next morning. you almost thought your period came when it wet your panties before you got the bathroom. a little disgusting yeah, but it made you so horny that you tried to fill yourself with desperate pumps of your fingers.

you wish he could fill you with his cum everyday.

(21) - slavery

his pretty little thing. it’s almost like you didn’t exist, he owned you. your whole existence was devoted to him, serving him was your dream. maybe you were a brat sometimes but your ultimate goal was to just be a good little slave to him. ”my sweet girl… don’t worry you’re doing so well.” he would say as he kisses your forehead, gentle hands grabbing at you when his kisses moved down your neck, marking you slowly.

leon was sweet and gentle, but only when you were good to him. getting little things for him when he asked, doing everything he said obediently. nodding along and pleasing all his needs. sometimes… he didn’t feel so nice when you acted against his wishes. ”you thought i’d be okay with that, huh? you fucking bitch, come here!” loud spanks could be heard as his palm met the plush skin of your ass, leaving behind a red mark that would ache for whole the day after. owning a little disobidient slave meant that he, of course, had to punish you. ”i fucking own you, got it?”

he would never go too far, he wouldn’t want to hurt his baby, right? he knew you liked the punishments, it would turn you both on so you continued. what’s the harm? ”you’re mine, you fucking idiot!” he yelled as he pushed you on your knees. ”open your fucking mouth.” you hesitate for a moment but your puffy lips open slightly, your eyes wide open when he pushes his whole cock into your mouth, grabbing your hair at the back of your head while he throat fucks you. your hands are quick to grab his thighs for support, holding yourself as you take his punishment.

”please…” you sob as he looks down at you, crying at his feet. ”say you’re sorry.” he holds your throath tightly. you cough slightly and desperately paw at his hand that was holding you. ”i-i’m sorry- i’ll be good.. i promise!” you choke out as you cry. he just silently picks you up and lets you hug him for the rest of the night, slowly caressing your back and gently pleasing you. ”good girl.” leon would never do anything bad to you, your good owner~

(22) - femdom

whether it was in bed or not, he loved your dominant side and he was embarrased to admit to it at first. but you picked up on it regardless. he was easy to read after all. the way he would cum so fast and whimper when you bossed him around. ”baby boy…you like when i tell you what to do?” you teased with a smirk when you stroked his cock slowly with your hand. he looks away, holding back a moan as a blush creeps on his face. ”n-no…” he shyly says and you retract your hand from his needy cock.

you pretend to stop when you move away from him, he comes crying like a puppy, launching at you and pinning you to the bed. ”fuck..yes. order me around, please? want you to tell me what to do.” he whispers into your ears, sending a heat between your legs as you push him off and switching places now with you on top. you gently sit on his lap, his bare cock lined with your wet panties as you grinded your hips down. your hand slowly coming to his throat, slightly squeezing as he tries to buck his hips up. you lift yourself and shake your head. ”no, leon. you have to do what i say or else i won’t let you touch me at all.” you threathen and watch him writhe under you as he tries to control his movements.

”good boy..maybe i’ll let you fuck me after all.”

”don’t cum yet.”

”so desperate for my pussy, yeah?”

(23) - rape kink/cnc/dubcon

”you’re so dumb, walking alone like this, i could just have you right here and you couldn’t do anything.” he coos into your ear as he pushes your apartment door open, pushing you in after. you squirm in your boyfriend’s hold as your muffled cries and moans of struggle are left unheard when his hand clasps over your mouth. ”shut up, you fucking slut.” he pushes you against the wall.

your sobs are heard as his hands linger around your skin. ”please…stop… don’t do this.” you plead when leon’s hand finally leaves your mouth only to grab at your hips, bringing your ass to his crotch. ”please-no- ah!” you gasp while your eyes widen in surprise when you feel his erection rubbing on the curve of your ass.

”beg a little, turns me on even more.” leom groans as he grinds into you. ”help me! please! no!” you cry out when his other hand comes to yank at your hair. ”nobody’s here to help you, sweetie. how do you feel now? your own boyfriend violating you like this, huh?” you don’t respond, but he can still hear your cute gasps and heavy breaths. ”don’t go silent on me now, baby. just moments ago you were screaming…”

”what if i…move my hand up your skirt?” his hand lingers down from your hip, toying with the hem of your skirt. ”no!” you gasp and start squirming again.

”why not, sweetie? afraid you’ll be wet for me?” your eyes widen again as you sob. ”no! i’m not! don’t touch me, please!”

”please touch me? well don’t mind if i do.” he chuckles through a smile when his body holds you against the wall, hand slowly sneaking under your skirt. ”mmm!!” you whine as you feel his cold hand cup your pussy through your panties. he chuckles and starts pulling your panties down. ”i knew it…you sick bitch, you love this, don’t you darling?” his fingers push into your hole roughly as he starts pumping them inside you. ”love it when i rape this little cute pussy~” you try to hold back your movements, hips begging to grind into his fingers when they violate your cunt. ”noo…!” you whimper when he rubs your clit, feeling your pussy squelching and letting out lewd sounds.

”hmm, your body’s telling me something else than no.” leon continues while he watches your expression. his other hand coming to grab at your tits, roughly squeezing them through your top. ”no bra? it’s like you’re begging for it, slut.” you can’t even bring yourself to answer, your legs feel like they’ll give out at any moment. he notices your form giving out when he pulls his fingers out, hands grabbing your waist and turning you around as he picks you up, slacking you over his shoulder when he carries you to your bedroom.

fighting the blissful feeling left from his previous endeavours, you weakly fight against him but leon is just too strong. he gives your ass a rough slap, making you wince in pain when he throws you on the bed. laying there on your back, you don’t move. he looks down at you and nods. ”go on, tell me you like it.” tears prickle your eyes again as you shake your head. he yanks your arms to find his belt. ”unbuckle it, now.” afraid of what’ll come next if you don’t, your wobbly hands quickly start opening his belt. anxiousness and anticipation coming over you, you struggle. ”shit, can’t even open my belt.” he mumbles as he stops you, pins you down and undoes his belt with one hand, the other holding you down.

you lay there on the bed, on your back as he hovers above you. ”would you like me to fuck you?” he teases as he gropes your body roughly, kissing your neck and biting your nipples. ”no, please! don’t…” you loudly moan. ”then why are you moaning for it like a little slut?” he growls into your ear and you feel his cock pushing inside you agonizingly slow. ”ah! no! not inside!” you whine again as he starts fucking you, bullying his cock into you, abusing your hole. ”l-leon!” he smirks and kisses your neck and collarbones. your hands wrapping around his neck, clawing at his back and pulling him towards you. his heavy breaths and small moans are music to your ears as he rolls his hips deep into you. ”tell me you love it…” he whispers. ”i-…” you start and he fucks you harder. ”i-i love it! ah! leon…please! too deep- nngh!” you moan and you hear him chuckle. ”fuck, so tight…i love you.” he mumbles under his breath. you nod as you whisper into his ear. ”i love you too, leon.”

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I think mizu is pretty blunt and straightforward to the point it's easy to misunderstand her as being rude

If youre the kind of person that considers someone's tone and aligns it with what you think they think of you, then you'll probably think she straight up hates you the first time you met

I mean imagine being in a very social place (maybe school event.) and you know absolutely NO ONE but her. You dont know her either but you share one class with her and she seems pretty chill. You try to at least stick with someone you know in this very loud and crowded place. You strike a convo, a very casual but somewhat confident one at that.

"this much people is tiring to be around, right?"

And she just

Stares at you.

Dead faced stare, no emotion. nothing

And your heart sinks and you feel so embarrassed of yourself

You were too busy thinking about how she just ignored you that you didnt see her look away and kind of, slightly glance behind her for a sec

Turns out she thought u were talking to someone behind her 💀

mizu's def very awkward outside of conversations that can be professional, school related, or other people related (i mean if you ask her about how she knows this person, or that person)

she's not very well with small talk or talking abt herself?

"i think so."

When she spoke u feel reassured so u keep on trying to talk to her more, but the stuff she says are really limited. her voice pretty uninterested. It gave you the impression that you were bothering her. So eventually, you stop talking to her.

Then it was silent for a lil while,

"how about you?"

She spoke and you forgot what you were talking about before she spoke.

The music from the event and the group who was performing was so loud. Its hard to think

"what?"

Then she looks at you

Eyes blue and bright against the dark. Her face illuminated by the lights from the perfomance on the stage.

"why'd you come here even if you hate crowds?"

She's pretty

You will never deny that, as much as you will not say it out loud

___

I think when you left early, I think she walked with you.

You were both walking at the same path. You were both heading to the bus stop.

But when you got to the bus stop, she stops just a distance away from you.

"you ride the bus home too?"

"no." she places her hands in her trouser's pockets. "i just didnt want to stay there."

"oh."

Then its just awkward silence 😭

Istg the first to the five moments you shared with her, i believe she's super awkward. She does try to strike up a convo back but shes so bad at it that she ends up asking the most random things.

One time it was so random it made you laugh

And she thought you were mocking her and she looked kinda sad 😭 so you had to reassure her that you werent making fun of her and that her question was just super random it caught you off guard

you two meeting each other and spending time together in long period of time is rare. Even the class you shared together wasnt enough to hang out with her.

you didnt even know her name (you forgot)

"your name is mizu?" you said. The class was filled with chatter at the time since the professor wasnt there yet.

"Yours is (y/n), right?"

"yeah." then you smiled. "yours is prettier though. Suits you."

She looked confused for a sec, but nods.

She looked shy.

"thank you."

her voice was low. but she meant it.

But overtime, i think you two getting closer stemmed from when you didnt go to class for like a week?

She was wondering what happened to you. She wasnt even sure if she should check on you because, again, you guys share so little convo that she's not even sure if it was even enough to consider you as a friend and check up on you.

So i think she asked a friend of hers, probably ringo or akemi (her last resort was to ask taigen) if they knew you or share a class with you. but they all didnt.

So she waited for you to come to class.

Would glance at the door to see if you'd walk in.

you werent close to her

but despite tha she somewhat feels better when you're with her in the class, you know? You dont talk much but your presence is really comforting.

She has friends that check up on her a lot but there are times when they feel overwhelming.

Whatever awkward silence that eventually became comfortable silence between the two of you was something she missed while you were gone

And also the little convo you make. And her awkward ones (even tho being reminded of some of it make her stare at the wall and feel immense embarrassment)

It made her realize she'd actually like to get to know you more.

So when the door opened and you stepped in, dressed in that distinct fashion you usually wear, she felt relieved.

"you've been gone for a while."

you chuckled and place your stuff on the chair beside her.

"yeah. i got sick."

"do you feel better now?" she asked, genuinely concerned.

She definitely asked for your number that day. And she deeefinitely stared at your number when she got home, wondering if she should text you and ask if you got home safe.

I think mizu's wariness of trying to build/have more relationships (platonic or not) happened because of mik-(cant even type his name. He disgust me 😒). The fact she was so open to someone and shed all her walls for him just to be betrayed and forgotten like nothing transpired between them is traumatizing.

I like to think that mizu was on her maybe 1st year while he was at his fourth year. She was super naive and thought he was the nicest guy when all he did was give her the bare minimum 😔. I think she loved him enough to actually live with him (just the memory of it disgusts her). She lived far from the uni and she definitely has to commute long hours back and forth. So she thought it was a good idea to live with him (it wasnt).

Man, did that guy scar her so much she thought she wouldnt be able to finish her 1st year.

Anyways.

She did text you that day.

And she was more than surprised to see you texting her back almost immediately

I did! :D thanks for checking up on me. Hav u eaten dinner yet?

😭😭 I THINK MIZU FINDS YOU SUPER CUTE AND ENDEARING. LIKE YOU'RE A VERY SUPER WHOLESOME PERSON

You're just so?? Gentle and calm, it feels so reassuring and tranquil.

You feel like. this. Calming breeze of wind that soothes her

So she goes over her hesitancy of keeping and making relationships and starts pursuing you more, hoping to spend more time with you.

and when she did.. gosh.

You were a lot more than a gentle breeze, you were beaming with warmth as well.

She went out her way to check your schedule and compare it to hers. When she sees she have a vacant time, she goes to school to hang out with you

Say you have early classes while she doesnt even have classes that day? She'd wake up early to catch you on your morning break to eat outside with you.

It took you by surprise at first, but ofc you said yes

You just be sitting across from her, gazing out the window with her. You learned just now that Mizu likes the seats where she can see the outside. She's wearing a cozy loose sweater and her hair is tied up.

"what are the classes you're attending today?"

You see her purse her lips a bit and then she shakes her head. her little stray hair bouncing on her forehead.

"i dont have any classes."

What.

Your brain short circuited

She saw your confusion, but she looked at your hands which is now holding your burger too slanted that the ketchup is spilling on your palm.

So she gently took your hand in her own, which is much bigger than yours. She takes ahold of your hand so easy that it made your brain malfunction more.

"i said," she started as she took your burger away from your hands to wipe your palm with a tissue. "I have no classes today."

Then she held your hand, and looked you in the eyes.

"I just wanted to see you."

And so,

This was when YOU realized you were totally into her.

___

That made you so flustered that you couldnt forget it when you came home.

Your stomach feels so warm and you felt so giddy over that.

You know better not to get over yourself, but it was still something that you think about often.

After a few days, when you were on your way home after your last class

It was late at night

The moon was shining down

Then you see someone near the entrance of the building, tapping at their phone and seemingly busy.

you felt kinda scared and cautious. So you just speed walked out of there and walked even faster when you hear footsteps after you

"wait," they called after you. "(Y/n), wait!"

You stopped walking and turned to see Mizu catching up to you.

She has a small smile on her face when she finally caught up to you.

Then she laughed

She looked so carefree

"You sure do run fast even with those short legs."

she looks so nice when she smiles that it made you forget you were mad(?) at her for scaring you like that.

You frowned.

"You're just tall."

She walks up to you. Close enough that you can smell her perfume.

It's faint but strong. Of course she's the type to wear masculine perfumes.

"Hm." she said. "Can't hear you from up here."

You looked her in the eye and shuffled closer to her.

You can tell she tensed up a bit but her gaze remained on you, wondering what you will do.

You raised your hands near her face to pull her hood over her head and pull the drawstrings

"Shut up and go home. No way I'm walking with you now."

She still insisted on walking you home. Of course, you gave in.

Now you're standing and waiting for the bus.

"Won't you feel cold?" she said.

"It's not really cold out here." you said.

"I meant in the bus, on the way home. The uni is a bit far from your apartment, yeah?"

You thought for a moment, then you looked at her with a furrow in your brows.

"Uh, yeah. Why?"

Mizu didnt respond, she just has this knowing look on her face.

She shuffled a bit. You thought she was going to do something snarky, until realized she was taking off her hoodie.

She walked up to you and with her hoodie in her hands. She leaned close to fix it over your shoulder. She made sure it was hugging you snugly.

"tell me when you get home."

mizu walked you home that night and purposely wore a hoodie bcz she wanted to have a reason to have you borrow her clothes and see you in them.

She's totally showing you that she likes you but you don't realize it yet 😭😭

#mizu x reader

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directdogman · 3 months

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Hey there's someone trying to say you said you were pro Israel on discord? They're anonymous and say you blocked them before they could get screenshots so I don't really believe them, but still :[

Mhm. Nice bit of news to wake up to, this.

Yeah, so this person's a troll and they're more than likely lying on purpose in order to try to me look bad because I blocked them on Twitter for being unpleasant, something I rarely even do and they're still seething about it. The block had nothing to do with Gaza, the person was just being annoying and I thought it'd be healthier to block and move on. I'd really prefer not to have to give this person energy, but if there's a rumor going around, I'd like to nip it in the bud, since it's very easy to disprove in this case.

To explain what this person's blathering about: Earlier this week, on a Phonegingi plush advert, this random user that doesn't follow me (and actually instructs fans of mine not to interact with them in their bio) made a dramatic QRT decrying me for posting a DT advert during a strike week, which I honestly had no clue it was, especially since my own timeline was (and still is) full of accounts posting normally.

Given that the person seemingly encountered one of my posts in the wild and ended up seething because of it + likely didn't want anything to do with me on their timeline (as their bio indicated), after thinking it over briefly, I did the healthy thing and just blocked the person + moved on. Makes sense, right? I'll admit: Even if the way the person approached me was regrettable, if I'd known it was a strike week, I'd have participated (as I'd participated in the last one), so I stopped posting teasers for the week anyway, only resuming again yesterday.

I'll also say: I checked my own timeline btw and looked at the accounts posting, and nobody else had anyone acting like this in their replies, even the much larger accounts. Nor did anyone else contact/reply to me in any way stating any disapproval.

Given that I've only blocked one account recently that isn't a replybot (and ofc, given the subject matter of that tweet), I'd have to assume that this is the anonymous person spreading stuff.

I'd understand where this person was coming from if maybe I'd stayed completely silent about Gaza, (which a lot of accounts I follow have) but I haven't. I had a Palestinian aid post pinned on my Twitter for weeks, I've talked about Gaza's child population and my support for South Africa's Hague suit in my discord server, I've engaged in the boycotts, wound down posting during strikes, donated a pretty substantial amount of Dialtown revenue towards sending money/esims... I have 4 bucks in my bank account right now and when my next DT check comes in, you'd better believe I'll be giving more. That's my right as a private citizen and one I'll continue to exercise.

I feel pretty uncomfortable having to put this stuff in front of me to 'prove' myself, even if some of it is public anyway. Charity should be something you do because you CARE and if it wasn't for this person, I'd have been far happier keeping a lower profile and not explicitly calling attention to my own aid, but given this ask, I feel it'd be stupid not to nip this in the bud. The majority of this information could be easily found with the tiniest amount of digging, btw, so it's not like the user couldn't have known any of this. This is the part of having a fandom that creators seldom talk about. You block one person for being a lil annoying, next thing you know, there's rumors that you support genocides! Fun.

So yeah, I'd like you to tell this person to just move on like a normal person (send them this post if you have to) and to stop spreading incorrect rumors about me out of spite. If they insist, I'm happy to pull up receipts to prove everything I've said. If they actually thought I was pro-Israel, they wouldn't be spreading it anonymously, they'd be writing another public post about the subject matter. Also if you see anyone repeating the rumor, please correct them. Thanks.

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shinelikethunder · 2 years

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seriously though, it's incredible how much of my "maybe titties again?" goodwill tumblr torched in 30 seconds through obnoxious UX alone:

i am browsing around in the android app. i see a post about disabling some new content filter. this is the first I've heard of it, even though my version of the app does turn out to have it - they put it in place before adding any mechanism to let me know it's there. strike one.

i go to settings > dashboard, the place where all the settings about what you do and don't see are supposed to live. no sign of it.

i go back to the settings menu. squint at it. see an unremarkable entry near the bottom called "Content you see" that isn't highlighted or marked as new in any way (even though i can't even visit anyone's blog anymore without having to actively tap past an FYI tooltip that can't be turned off, every single time, shilling weeks-old gift features that I've already used)

...oh, that's where my custom tag and keyword filters went. no prior indication they'd even been moved!

i have a lot of filters set up. like. a LOT. i now have to scroll past every single one of them, tag AND keyword, uncollapsed and unabridged, just to see whether there's another setting hiding underneath. on mobile! even the desktop site is more polite than this, jesus

just to recap so far: the only reason i even know to look is that i saw a random post about new content settings, and i would never have bothered with all that scrolling if i weren't crusty and paranoid about sites that hide vital settings in the depths of Menu Hell. i mean, that'd be crazy, right? surely listing all those filters with no collapse is a signal there's nothing worthwhile underneath them.

oh no wait, there they are!

it's not just one toggle, it's FOUR new settings!

all of them are set to "hide everything and never even let me know it was there"

even though there is a "blur" option that would've let me know that stuff was being hidden from me without actually showing it

even though i have, in the past, gone into every iteration of the adult content settings that tumblr has ever rolled out and affirmatively ordered it to show me the titties

THEY ARE NOT TOGGLES. EACH ONE OPENS A SEPARATE MENU SCREEN. every single one of the FOUR new settings needs like 3+ taps in the android app just to put it back to normal.

does turning on the catchall "mature content" setting cause the three more specific ones to default to "show" and let me pick restrictions as needed like a goddamn adult? NOPE, i have to go into the stupid little menu for every single one

it's almost like you didn't want me to find them and, having found them, wanted to make me pay as high an annoyance tax as possible to opt out of being nannied

the dashboard banner that eventually shows up, btw, says nothing about having been voluntold for additional filtering, and also just dumps you out in the general settings menu and leaves you to fend for yourself, with no indication of where this shit is hidden or what "this shit" even is. and that's downright friendly next to the link in the announcement post that's apparently been kicking people out of the app and onto web.

this is not how you get a rightfully mistrustful userbase to be optimistic about putting scarlet letters on their own posts. this is not how you convince anyone that it's just a courtesy, not a scarlet letter, or that it won't be used to punish and stigmatize you the instant the wind shifts direction.

in the most practical here-and-now terms, this is also not how you get people to USE the new content warnings on their posts! artists, especially, are hardly gonna jump to flag anything as mature if it means every single one of their followers - regardless of age, previous adult content settings, or whether they're in Apple's walled garden or not - has just been silently opted out of ever knowing it was there. (this goes double if it requires more than one sentence to explain how to reverse it. which this new setting seems almost deliberately designed to do.)

look, i want the titties back, okay? i would be delighted if this turned out to be the first step towards bringing them back. i know Tumblr is under duress from Apple that affects how they can do whatever they're doing here. but the way it's being rolled out sucks needless ass, and if they wanted my hope and trust, well, those are easier to muster up when I'm not going in grouchy about the frustrating UX of an app that's just taken hostile action against my prior explicitly-affirmed preferences.

#hellsite (derogatory)

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tbhimnoteasyonmyself · 3 months

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Who is White?

If it is not I, your friendly neighbourhood non-binary deranged literature major, once again to tell you about stuff that the voices™︎ have prompted me.

This time, let's talk about the elephant in the room, the odd one out: Mr. White, a.k.a the fandom's babyboy.

(me as Fluke in this GIF, walking in ready to dissect this bitch)

So, what do we factually know about this man?

From what we're directly told in the show:

He's Tee's boyfriend, at least, since 12th grade, meaning they have been together for about 3 years, maybe 4 (depending on when exactly we are in terms of time in the present and when exactly during 12th grade they started dating).

He's younger than the rest of them, according to Por and Top in episode 1.

He studied at a different school from the main gang AND from Phee (yes, despite the embroidery having a similar colour, the writings where the institution's name should be are nothing alike, thus, not from the same place)

He cares a lot about his appearance (he does skincare when Por is literally dying downstairs and he sees a rash on his body while under the effect of New's absynthe - idk if it's absynthe or not but my friends and I have been calling it that since we saw them drink the green drinks so it's absynthe for me and there's that).

He's generally a very respectful person (he always speaks formally and nicely to everyone, even when people are hostile to him, like Tee or Fluke).

His fear doesn't seem to paralyze him in high-pressure situations (he strikes people with a tripod twice to save himself and others when he thinks they're in danger).

Another source could be the Yearbook, which, now, we have to be a bit more skeptical about because, as seen in New's case, it's not 100% accurate. One can argue that it is accurate because the yearbook would have Tan's info, since that's who he's living as and no one knows any better than that, including the institutions and, sure, yeah, fair. But while we don't know that White is hiding anything from us as well, we can't be sure of it. So, take the following with a grain of salt:

(translated with Google Translate)

His legal name is Watcharin Siriphan

He was born on the 25th of February 2005 (which confirms what Por and Top say)

His blood type is A (which according to the Blood Type Personality Theory means he is shy, stubborn, a perfectionist, polite and hard-working, apparently. tbh this thing is super shifty, no source seems to agree on the meaning of each type and, of course, it's a pseudoscience and all, so... yeah. take it as you will)

He's studying Software Engineering

He likes cakes

He dislikes cockroaches

He plays games and programs in his free time

So... We don't know much. He's the most generic person ever. Like... I too, and half the world's population, like cake, dislike cockroaches and like to play games. It's not exactly very special. Which is exactly why he is so intriguing. After all, we had 5 whole episodes so far, which were just the backstory of the people we see together in the mansion in the present. We've seen their personalities, their qualities and flaws, what they did and what they didn't do. We've been given a reason as to why they're here. Not just in the more direct sense of "they agreed to come here for Jin's goodbye party" but of why exactly they needed to be put all together in these conditions for this story. All except White. White is just... Barely an afterthought. We're shown when he comes into this story for the group (when he becomes Tee's boyfriend), but we're not given a reason so far as to why the narrative wants him there.

Because, sure, IRL people sometimes end up in random places and things can be pretty meaningless but this is a work of fiction. One that, evidently, has been greatly focused on details (Non's framed apple picture and Phee eating an apple alone, for example, or the correlation between the group and the colour blue). So why would it just throw us a character that is, seemingly, irrelevant to the story?

And to this, there are 2 possibilities my friends: either White is a narrative tool to get to the audience or White is not who we think he is. So let's explore it, shall we?

White = Narrative Tool

Let's start by assuming, possibly the most likely outcome, that White is exactly just a guy who ended up there due to his connection to Tee. Why would this narrative need that character?

Glad you asked. Because he's the only person who's 100% innocent. If he's just some guy who, as we've seen, keeps being respectful and nice and trying to always do the right thing, then he's got nothing to do with the others who, in different degrees are all guilty of something. He's the odd one out.

Because, yes, this is not a show of villains (at least, not in which concerns the main characters). They're all morally grey. But they have some drop of black that makes them grey.

Por is arrogant and a liar and selfish.

Tee is aggressive and manipulative and a control freak.

Top is an overall asshole and a coward.

These 3 actively bully Non. Por steals his work. Tee and Top blame him for shit he didn't do which puts in the situation where he owns Por and they spy on him. Tee manipulates him into mafia money laundry and threatens him.

Fluke is selfish and refuses to take action even when he knows it's the right thing to do.

Jin's doesn't have the capability to realize that the peaceful passive way with which he normally carries himself with won't solve the issue. Plus he's overly emotional. And a bit selfish too.

They didn't help Non when it was their moral obligation to do so. And Jin records him being abused by their teacher and possibly posts it online (though that's still up for debate).

Phee is too stubborn and also overly emotional and even overly empathic.

New is obsessive and vengeful.

Phee never really helps Non because all the ways he offers Non help are the wrong ones. He almost tries to control him. And he fails. And then he tells him awful things and breaks up with him in a terribly vulnerable moment for Non. And even when he regrets it and tries to bring justice to him, he fucks Jin because he wanted to and tries to cover it up as if it was part of the plan. Sure, they were broken up, technically, but Phee himself seems to have had "take-backies" over that breaking up. So, in his mind, at least, it's fair to say he cheats on him, which is very hypocritical after how he reacts to Non being abused. And New... He tries to help sincerely because he feels guilty but he only makes things worse. Nothing is solved and their father curses them both before committing public suicide at their mom's funeral.

Non (which may be even more relevant if he's still alive) is overly independent and uncommunicative.

He doesn't tell Jin he has a boyfriend when it's clear Jin's trying to make a move on him, event though Non's not interested. He hides very important things from Phee. He commits fraud (understandably, but yeah). And yeah, he's justified in his rage and attack but... Does he ever think of how his actions affect other such as Jin, for example, who, in his eyes, is innocent? Not really.

"Oh but White won't die!", I hear you say. "The innocent people never die in slashers!! Only the people who did the killer wrong do!" And that's exactly where I have to disagree.

So, amidst a sea of grey characters, White is, funnily enough: white. He's just good. He's done nothing wrong. And the narrative needs him because, when the others die, we'll feel (to different degrees, sure, but still, we will) that there's a reason. Even if we like the characters, those deaths will make sense. But what happens when an innocent man dies? What happens when you kill the man who wasn't even supposed to be there (he joined the trip at the last minute)?

As @syrena-del-mar says in this post: "DFF is more than just a 90s slasher film imitation". It "sits at a novel intersection of genre: horror slasher on the one hand and BL on the other hand" as @brifrischu puts it here and, for that, it bends expectations and rules and subverts what are natural tropes and events of the slasher archetype. White dying is the sort of thing this narrative, and our inventive genius Sammon, would do. Because... Do you really think they're giving us grey characters instead of black ones because we're supposed not to question this revenge? Because we're supposed to be happy about this? No. Of course not. That would be dumb. If we're meant to 100% side with the killer, then why give us likeable characters as the targets? Because, and this is as much speculation as it is reading the room, we're not.

This story, I don't know how it will end, but regardless I'm pretty confident it's supposed to tell us something important about cycles of violence: that they're neverending until someone chooses peace instead. That aggression and bloodshed and revenge... They won't bring time back, they won't undo the mistakes we make, they won't restore that which is lost, they won't make the grief go away... That they won't make us feel better. More even: that they will only hurt more people, create more injustice and prompt more revenge. And, thus, perpetuate the cycle.

So what's White's role? Being the final drop into our collective cup of realization (and perhaps the characters' as well) that this revenge mission is pointless and won't solve anything. White's role is to die.

"Oh, but uncle Dang was also innocent! Is his death not enough??", I hear you ask. And well... Maybe, maybe not. I think, honestly, his death is too impersonal for us to feel too deeply about it. Like, sure, yes, it is the death of an innocent, but it's a distant innocent. It doesn't make our blood boil because we don't know shit about that man. But, for all we don't know of White's past, we've seen him cry, we've seen him scared, we've seen him fight for his life, we've seen him be a good boyfriend and a good friend. He might just be some dude but we like him. He's the fandom's babyboy, as I said. It is more impactful and it tells the story better.

But this is just a hypothesis. And it might not convince you. And that's fair. So, because I'm a persistent obnoxious fucker with a little too much free time, I'm bringing you a second theory. For this one, though... You might need a little tinfoil hat... Be prepared.

White ≠ Who He Says He Is

So, if you think just having a character be hollow and pure good in a show of very fleshed-out and grey characters is weird, even if he might be narratively relevant, then we can only assume there's something important to White's character we don't know about yet. (I'm adding this in retrospective because I forgot but this idea came to me partially from @yellingaboutkp and their great analysis of horns in the show that you can find here)

But what could that be? We've seemingly seen all the flashbacks we needed from everyone, White doesn't seem very relevant to anyone's storyline but Tee's but... We'd assume if there was something directly connected to Tee's actions and White that we needed to see, we would've. Admittedly, the next episode seems to be on its way to tell us what Tee knows about what happened to Non and Keng while they were captured by the mafia and he could be there but I think, honestly, that it goes deeper than that. And here's why: because there's a person who's even more of an odd one out then White: whoever Perth's character is.

Now, he would've been completely unsuspicious if it wasn't for one thing: Perth's presence in the promotion of this series. He's just... Always there, somehow? Like, his character has only really appeared last episode massaging Tee's uncle but he's constantly talking about this series. Plus, his name is very well credited. AND, the absolute cherry on top, his character appears in THIS poster:

Now, yeah, I understand Marketing and Publicity (it's part of my Master's, you don't have to explain it to me). So, I know this could very well just be a strategy to sell the series. After all, Perth did get a lot of attention after The Hidden Character, I know, I know. It's also a way to put his name out there for other future roles, kinda like a soft launch. Plus, this is the show that killed Us's character first when he was one of the most popular actors in the cast. HOWEVER, I'd argue that, considering the previously mentioned attention to detail, they would not have given one of their rising stars a role in this series if it wasn't important. Like... No other background character without lines (so far) was given an important actor to play it. So pardon me, but I don't buy it. Perth's character's gotta matter somehow. And, back to what I was saying, I think the next episode will be exactly where.

See, I made a poll here on the hellsite asking what y'all think happened to Non. It's this one. And it shows that, overwhelmingly, we all think Non is alive BECAUSE he was helped by the man himself:

"Okay, Dante, but, even if that's true, where does White fit in all this?" Glad. You. Asked.

Now, if we're assuming Perth's character's the one that's gonna help Non (and possibly Keng or maybe not, idk and it really doesn't matter for now), we've gotta assume he's a possible suspect for the murderer. And even more so under this optic that Non is alive. Who more than a person whose whole reality seemed to be the mafia and who might've escaped it would be okay with murdering people? Right? Or, on the contrary, that he took a liking to Non and is trying to prevent him from further digging himself a hole in life and is trying to save him from himself.

You see, I didn't watch The Hidden Character (and those who did apparently recommend it stays that way). I didn't know any of these people before except those who were in Kinnporsche. And you know what that led me to? Curiously enough, dear reader: confusing Fuaiz with Perth. So, yeah, you know where this is going... White and Perth's character might be related. Brothers, probably.

"All because you think they look alike?" Well, if you ignore the way I just explained how it would tie some very loose ends... Yeah, kinda. BUT, in my defence, it makes a lot of genetic sense.

See, no other characters in the show really look this much alike. Believe me, I tested it.

For this purpose, I tried many different sites but the one that seemed to give me the most reliable results was FaceShape. Most characters got no more than 10%, some even got 0% (e.g. New and Perth's Character). And you wanna know how much White and Perth's character got? Nearly 50%.

For comparison reasons, New and Non who are CANONICALLY brothers, got about 30%.

BUT, if this is not convincing enough, my sister and I (who share EXACTLY the same 2 parents) got lower than them.

(pls ignore the picture, I was trynna make it as accurate as possible so I took a front pic with a neutral expression. also, my sister is censored for privacy reasons)

Now... Will I claim this is irrefutable proof? No. Not at all, but think about it: if White and Perth are related that might maybe explain how Tee and White met. It might also explain that really weird scene in the pre-release trailer (albeit all scenes in that are rather odd) where White-

Yes, thank you, Obi-Wan. And Anakin Tee is looking up at him, as if White has more power than Tee does. Because then, it could probably mean that White knows something and is probably there to do something. What exactly? Idk, man. He could be there to ensure the group remains clueless/confused or that they remain where they need to be for things to work... Or he could be there to try and prevent stuff from happening much to the likeness of what I stated for Perth's character's case.

"Oh, but if he knows something, wouldn't he know what happened to Non? Why would he be curious to watch the recording??"

Well, not necessarily. We know Non is not communicative and that he doesn't typically share his problems with anyone (the exception being Keng, obviously, but then again, the exception confirms the rule). And sure, Keng might be more talkative but idk if he would say something if Non asked him not to. I have a feeling he probably wouldn't (since he has that weird thing JJ mentioned about how he "loves Non" and, therefore, even if he's an abuser, he doesn't perceive himself that way and wouldn't do something he actively thinks would hurt Non). So, while Perth's character would know what happened to Non while he was being held by Tee's uncle and even some things about why he is there, he probably wouldn't know the rest.

But then why would he date Tee? Well, this is a narrative so... Foils are something that can happen. Having White and his relationship with Tee be a parallel to that of Phee and Jin is not weird and, in fact, has happened in the very first episode when both couples arrive at the room where the singles are, in pairs. Therefore, it wouldn't be weird to think of White as someone who maybe also fell in love with the guy that was supposed to be a means to an end or, alternatively, and perhaps more interestingly, have White NOT be in love with him and actually succeed, unlike Phee. Thus, drawing the comparison that, while Tee and White are in a relationship, White didn't fall in love and, inversely, while Phee and Jin aren't in a relationship, Phee did fall in love.

And this would mean that all we've seen of White's fear might, in fact, be an act to throw suspicion off of him. Or even more justified because he knows exactly what's lurking in the woods... After all, why would he suddenly join Jin's goodbye party if he's not a friend of Jin's? What reason better than to tag along your boyfriend's getaway with his friends if not to protect him from the terrible consequences of his actions?

But I get it. It's an extremely convoluted theory and, in all honesty, maybe makes the show more dull and boring if it's true because... Why would they repeat this "secret brother" twist? Or the dating with second intentions trope? It could be a narrative parallel, yes, but I can also definitely see how people could point that out as uncreative or lazy writing.

Either way: these thoughts were circling around my head and, before the next episode confirms or destroys them, I wanted to get them out into the world for y'all to, maybe, hopefully, join in on the hype for it, as it's less than 24h 'till it airs. Hope in that I was successful, at the very least.

Anyway... As usual feel free to (politely) argue with me, tell me I'm wrong, tell me I missed this and that, add to it, etc... Because if there's one thing I currently love more than DFF itself, it's definitely the fandom and I want us to make the most of it!!

I'll see y'all tomorrow when we're freaking out about episode 10!!!

All the love! 💜💜💜

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not-your-fucking-kacchan · 2 years

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Hi you really don’t have to do this…… anyway I’ve been told I act like near from death note so could you do a mha x child male reader where the reader acts like near from death note like he pulls out toys in the middle of class stacks cups at lunch and is very quiet and stuff oh yeah could you make it class 1-A + Aizawa maybe other teachers in there too sorry if it’s too specific

Ofc! I haven't gotten that far into death note yet so I had to watch a Near compilation on YouTube, so I hope I got a good enough grasp of him in that time lol

Also I'm describing you as antisocial rather than shy, because near didn't strike me as the shy stuttering pushover type, and seemed just withdrawn or disinterested, and I also high-key headcanon izuku may have ADHD. I will not elaborate <3.

Masterlist<3

𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬 1𝐀 𝐱 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐞!𝐀𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

It draws a few sets of eyes every time you pull out a pack of tarot cards or dice to play with in the middle of class, but noone really got distracted as long as you were quiet enough. Though, a few times you've knocked over a power ranger or transformer doll while taking notes and drawn the classes attention.

During break on your second week of school, you find yourself approached by the 'bakusquad'. Kirishima introduces himself politely and mina stares in awe at your tarot collection, but Bakugou looks livid.

He doesn't expect you to meet his glare directly with an unamused stare, and he's a second away from lunging at you and taking it as a challenge before Kaminari and Kirishima simultaneously bonk him in the head.

"Dude you don't even know him, give him a chance!"

You can't stop yourself from raising an eyebrow at the statement, figuring that these two must be the perfect balance for Bakugou's... Overbearing personality.

The next thing that catches your attention is the green haired boy that joins into the conversation, quietly asking you a question with a cute tilt of his head. "Have you maybe got ADHD? I've just seen a few of the signs on you- It's perfectly okay if you do! You won't be looked at differently!"

You already like this one, he's so precious.

Your eyes look straight into his as he studies you, and it's very intriguing to watch the gears turn in his head while he figures you out like some sort of puzzle. You could definitely get along with him. "No, I don't believe so."

He seems a little surprised by your words, but then again, you very well may have ADHD. You were never allowed to get tested for it, because your parents refused. Without a diagnosis, they can pretend there's nothing "wrong" with you.

He studies your eyes, figuring that you may have an irregular sleep schedule from the dark circles under your eyes, and that your eyes seem to be very sensitive to light because of how wide your pupils are. It's almost unnerving, to be honest. Your eyes look almost fully black.

Over the next few days you're scolded a few times by Aizawa Sensei for being too loud when knocking over your dice or your robots, but he never once asked you to put them away. All he asked in return was for you to be a little more active in the lessons.

"You get to keep your toys as long as you answer questions and participate a little more. Does that sound fair?" You nodded, slowly backing away to walk back to your desk and wait for break to finish, but from then on, you start drawing attention to yourself.

At first the attention is unwanted, and as you sit Criss cross applesauce on your chair, playing with your tarot cards, Izuku comes to sit next to you, starting to ramble about a random hero that you don't know anything about. He's very easy to get used to, however, and you quickly become what some would call friends.

Everyone's a little creeped out by your social awkwardness, and the fact that you never seem to talk, until they start to include you more, and you're forced to make new friends.

That doesn't mean you don't have trouble opening up though, and during lunch you sit in silence with your new friends as they chatter and smile at you, stacking cups that Izuku gave you to help you focus on something other than the amount classmates you have crowding you.

It takes a few more months for even Izuku to pry anything even remotely emotional from you, and even then it only shows in the waver of your voice, but he's proud nonetheless.

He would escort you around school because he didn't want you to be alone, and after a while your newfound closeness with Izuku branches out as mina comes to join the two of you.

She gives you an absolutely radiant smile as she grabs your hand, izuku taking hold of your other side for them to both drag you away to some part of the school you're not familiar with. The warmth of their hands in yours leaves you in shock, though, and your mind blanks a little when you feel the greenette squeeze it reassuringly, a tiny, pale blush creeping into your cheeks. This feeling, it was something you wanted to feel every day. It's so warm and comforting.

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naboman · 2 months

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(Un)Broken

Synopis: In which Chifuyu reunites with the one he shattered countless school years ago, seeking redemption, but perhaps it's just too late to apologize." Pairing: Chifuyu Matsuno + Fem!Reader. Genders: Angst, Drama and Tragedy, Farce. Content Warnings: mentions of tryte of suicides, bullying and autodepressed.

Prologue: Broken Bones

"Broken"; Adjective, masculine Definitions: Made into pieces; fragmented, fractured. Examples: Me and you.

'Ah, yes... You remember? You put gum in my hair in sixth grade. After everyone started laughing at me, you thought you were the sovereign of the class; did you find it funny? Was it funny to see me running desperately to the bathroom to hide from the shrill laughter?

Freak.

Yes... Then I became your little pet, right? Because of you, my shoes are fraying. You threw them into the school pool and then hurled them from the rooftop. And why? Because I filled your notebooks with glue. And then you had to redo the homework all over again.

Now it wasn't so funny, was it?'

The few off-beat seconds seemed to last hours in Chifuyu's mind, who could do nothing as the girl passed a few meters ahead. The cold weather seemed to distort her image, who constantly let out sighs in the cold winter air. Even after three years, he could still recognize her. However, after the wearying misfortunes of the past, her striking and bright eyes seemed to have lost their shine over the years. As if her world had become grayer, darker.

He imagined she was living in a "faded coloring." Where the walls of her mind had gone from vivid and cheerful colors to cold and icy tones. The walls of her memories were peeled and trampled like the old paint that falls from the walls and crumbles, commonly without any value.

And amidst all those students, who quickly passed through the crowd in haste, Matsuno did not take another step. [Name] Tsubaki seemed so close, yet at the same time, so distant and alone. He wanted to go up to her and say some words of regret, which had been stuck in the boy's throat for a long time. But he couldn't. Why couldn't he? It was so simple.

As he wandered in his bitter thoughts, some intuition from the randomness of the mind made her turn her head to face the one who was devouring her with his eyes. That's when he saw. On the side of her cheek, there were some band-aids, and her right arm - hidden inside the coat thrown over her shoulders - was covered by a white cast. Broken. Who did that? And why did she seem not to care?

Indifferently, she glanced at him sideways, the blond wondered how many curses she had cast on him in that brief moment of eye contact. And whether she cast any curse or not, she wasn’t wrong, she had every right to hate him to the depths of her being.

And as quickly as she looked, she looked away. For some reason, he got the impression that as she walked, her steps only increased in speed and the rhythm of her light strides through the crowd. Soon, disappearing among the masses of uniforms.

Leaving him desolate with his thoughts, those that he had buried a long time ago in the back of his mind. In that dark and lonely corner, where the image of the girl drenched in dirty water with disinfectant was still vividly memorable, unfortunately memorable.

"Huh? " the thoughtful blond murmured, lifting his gaze to face Takemichi who was standing in front of him.

As he leaned his own weight on the stairs leading to the temple. It hardly mattered to him whether he was dirtying the Toman uniform or not.

"What the hell happened to you? You look all depressed " Hanagaki ventured to ask, needing to clear his doubt or he would lose sleep over it tonight.

And he didn't wish to make a call to Chifuyu in the middle of the night.

"Oh, that... " he murmured, glancing away, trying to dodge the question "nothing happened. Just remembered some embarrassing stuff ".

Takemichi made a point of sitting next to Chifuyu, soon giving the downcast boy a sympathetic smile.

"You can talk ".

Surprised, Matsuno thought over the offer. Soon, he agreed. After all, he had nothing to lose.

"Well... There's someone..." he searched for words to soften the subject, but everything seemed too confusing.

"Ah, I see. You've got a crush on someone!"

"No! Not at all! " he denied, stammering. But somehow Takemichi's deduction helped to lessen his nervousness "it's just that... Let's say you have the opportunity to apologize to the person you bullied, what would you say?"

"That was very specific " he commented, a bit shocked by the statement "and well... I don't know. I've never bullied anyone, i think".

"I kind of expected that... " he admitted, sighing in frustration, but now feeling less burdened.

It was like diving into a sea of regrets and for the first time feeling your lungs being refilled with fresh air. It was liberating.

"Well, continuing... " he cleared his throat, bringing the attention back to himself "this person came back to school, after three years. We had never seen each other again, nor had I had the opportunity to apologize. And also, I don't know how to do it."

Constantly, Takemichi watched the boy with blond locks tighten his fingers repeatedly; restless. Drawing in air forcefully, trying to sound uninterrupted and unshakable, when in fact he was just gathering strength to finish the story. But he was afraid. Afraid of judgment and what Takemichi would say when he finished pouring his heart out.

Then, Takemichi delivered a slap on the back of his friend's neck. The one who let out a grunt of pain, since he was caught off guard at such a vulnerable moment. Dragging his hand to his neck.

"What the fuck, what was that!? "

"Don't worry " Takemichi said, standing back up, extending his hand in a comforting gesture "if you're as sorry as you seem, then that person will surely understand."

"Takemichi... " he murmured in surprise, massaging the affected area.

"You're human. Everyone's an asshole sometimes " he considered.

"When did you become like this? "

"I don't know. Saw it in a comic."

Behind the wall, both blonds watched her water the school garden's flowers, while the watering can poured water on the dry flowers, [Name] watched the birds flapping their wings flying far away. Startled by the rustling of the tree leaves.

Chifuyu was not surprised. The girl had always had an affection for botany. And it reminded him of when he buried her cardigan in the soil of the small garden at the back of school.

Which didn't help much with what little determination he had left inside.

He shook his head, pushing away the thoughts. He didn't expect to see her working with a broken arm, although that effort wasn't enough to tire her or affect her recovery.

"Is it her? " Takemichi dispelled the pessimistic thoughts from the guy with just the tone of voice with which he spoke those words.

Matsuno looked in the direction of his crouched friend, hidden behind the wall, who couldn't take his eyes off the girl. She, who cared little about the environment around her, not even realizing the presence of the two.

"Yeah... " he answered in the same low voice.

"And what are you waiting for? Go there! " he encouraged, seeing a reluctant grimace forming on the other's face.

He didn't feel like giving in at the crucial moment of the situation. But he was apprehensive. His eyes glowed with determination, but this confident and resolute look hid fear. A suppressed feeling of being ignored or having his apologies denied – rightfully so, of course.

He peeled his legs off the ground and began to walk towards the girl, who was now crouched trimming the flowers and tossing the small branches into the basket. Slowly, he approached with his hands in his pockets, as if he were getting close to a skittish cat.

And when [Name] noticed the presence of the blond, she rolled her eyes, looking at him standing at the entrance of the garden. She couldn't avoid the surprise in her gaze, but shortly after, she stood up and put away the gardening tools.

Chifuyu felt a lump forming in his throat.

As he was about to start the dialogue, he was interrupted by [Name]'s velvety voice.

"Do you want something? "

He hadn't heard her voice in a long time, so much so that he couldn't even remember the tone and how her words used to be light and kind.

"Ah, yes... No! i mean no! " he declined, searching for words "are you about to leave?"

"Yes, I have a violin test today " she lied, holding the backpack between her free arm and turning to leave. She didn't plan to prolong the conversation more than necessary.

But before the young woman could take a final step towards the ring of plants - a.k.a. the entrance to the garden - she felt a hand on her shoulder, not with brutality, but rather a touch filled with patience and gentleness. However, it wasn't enough to prevent the shock. [Name] felt so much fear that she didn't even bother hiding the trembling of her hands.

Anxious. The feeling of uncertainty.

"Please, wait " he pleaded, softly "I'm sorry."

If she were in a favorable position, she would certainly raise an eyebrow. Unfortunately, as she was not in a position to do so, she simply waited for him to continue.

"Just know that I regret it. A lot! I wouldn't even be able to see you every day without saying this first."

She stayed silent, thinking about what she had just heard. The usual calmness that surrounded [Name]'s face didn't vanish for a second.

"And is this just for you to feel good about yourself? " she dared to poke where it hurt.

Although she was terrified, it was the only opportunity to be honest and let go of the docile demeanor she had adopted for Matsuno over the years.

"Don't feel bad, it's been a long time " she said, brushing her fingers on the basket handle, releasing the anxiety "it's not like you or I care. I don't want to be your friend or anything, just... leave me alone. " she added, swallowing hard, while he patiently waited for her to finish speaking "So... Please! Don't look for me anymore!"

She mumbled the last words. Summoning courage from where she didn't have it, she quickly moved away from the boy.

And as soon as she finished speaking, she dropped the basket and ran away in a hurry, without any direction. She just wanted to distance herself from Chifuyu as much as possible.

He failed.

#chifuyu matsuno #chifuyu x reader #tokyo revengers chifuyu #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo manji gang #tokyo revengers #toman x reader #angst #chifuyu x you #chifuyu x y/n #chifuyu matsuno x reader #chifuyu x fem!reader

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nothingtoseehd · 1 year

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what if i told you i'm planning a simulacra swag bracket. what then

#i'll probably start setting it up after my eah bracket ends though <3 #or at least when my exams end #nothing strikes again with random stuff

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existslikepristin · 9 months

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Nothing extra to say this time

Tags: NSFW, S.M.U.T., genie

(Story Index)

Infinite stamina!

You put on your coolest expression, giving Joy a raise of the eyebrows. “If you enjoyed that, just you wait. I wish for infinite stamina. I’ll fuck you until you can’t walk or fly stra—wait, can you fly—no, let’s worry about that later. Yeah, I wish for infinite sexual stamina.”

Joy begins to laugh immediately. “Ha! Good one, master.”

You can’t help but shift your very cool expression to one that’s a bit more confused.

“Oh,” Joy’s laughter slowly stops, “Oh, you meant it?”

Her expression shifts too, but to something akin to your friend looking at your dog and trying very hard not to tell you how ugly it is.

“Well, you win some, you lose some… Master, you know how I said I’d give you a warning if you made a stupid wish?”

“Yeah…” you nod, already seeing where this is going.

“You should know that I try not to do that unless the wish is genuinely stupid.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Unwise, you know?”

“Okay,” you sigh.

“Trivial, obtuse, or witless.”

“Okay, I get it.”

“Really deficient in the brain department, if you know what I’m saying.”

“I know what you’re saying! But why?!”

Joy puts a condescending hand on your shoulder, and the other condescending hand on your dick. Within a quarter of a second, any fatigue you were feeling, whether from the sex or from the rest of your day, is gone. “Because, you silly silly duck master, I’m an entity with nigh unlimited control over reality. You should be wishing for something interesting… Also I’m a slut who gets off on you getting off, so you basically get infinite stamina from my mere existence. And of course I can fly. That’s just Mythological Being 101.”

You squint. “There’s class involved in being a genie?”

“No. My last master was a recent college grad.”

“Okay, well if you don’t think I should wish for infinite stamina because it’s sexual, and you get off on me getting off, why’d you suggest I wish for some good pussy earlier? Were you going to make fun of me if I did?”

Joy laughs again, steps around you on her toes—no, wait, she’s floating a bit off the floor—, and pops your cupboard open. She looks the sparse selection up and down before pulling out a box of tea. “No, the good pussy has more to do with the fact that I’m not going to be your slave forever, and I highly doubt that you’re going to be satisfied with not making your final wish before you die of natural and/or human causes (not to make you think about your inevitable mortality… even though it’s definitely coming).”

“It’s coming?!”

“Well duh, but not at this very moment. What do you expect? Random meteor strikes? Chill. Death is cool.”

“No it’s not!”

“No seriously, Death is cool,” Joy says, casually looking through your cabinetry for a mug, “If he comes around, I’ll let him know you’ve got wishes left and he’ll be like, ‘No big D, Joy. Wanna get churros sometime?’ I’ll obviously take him up on it and you can fuck your harem, if you wish for a harem, while I’m out pretending some churros are necessary to save you from an early grave.”

“You know the grim reaper?”

Joy runs some cold tap water into your mug, dips your tea bag into it, and it’s suddenly boiling. “Ugh. Don’t remind me about those guys. No, I know Death.”

“Uh, can I wish for immortality? It’s not against the rules and suddenly feels applicable.”

“Oof. Yeah, you ain’t gonna want to wish for that. Anyway, you wanted to fuck me again, right? Over the table again, or do you want to take it to the bedroom?” She sips on her tea. “Oh shit, that’s good stuff… We could go somewhere more exotic if you’re feeling adventurous.”

You look Joy up and down. She’s way more lackadaisical about everything than you’d expect from a woman roaming your kitchen in the nude.

Options:

You wanna know what’s so bad about immortality versus death.

Nope. Nope. You just want to go to the bedroom to keep fucking.

Joy’s not acting especially slave-like! Tell her to take you seriously!

How about going somewhere exotic? As long as it won’t burn a wish.

Speaking of wishes, make one that she’s not going to reject already!

… Just fuck her on the table again.

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hedgehog-moss · 2 years

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Here are the donkey news I promised :) You'd think spring would be Pirlouit's favourite time of the year, what with all the delicious new grass, but it's the time when he feels the most persecuted, because he can tell I'm doing everything I can to prevent him from eating said grass.

It's just too rich a diet for him... Last year I tried making him wear a Hannibal Lecter mask, but he looked miserable and everyone felt sorry for him, plus he kept rubbing the muzzle against trees to try and take it off, which chafed his skin raw. He wasn't able to stuff himself with grass and didn't gain too much weight, but at what cost.

This year I wanted to try something else, so I moved him to the part of the pasture that's mostly bushes and brambles and not much grass. It's not an ideal solution either (from Pirlouit's pov) as he hates being alone, and he can see the llamas on the other side of the fence eating the delicious new grass to their hearts' content even though they're miscreants who keep escaping their pasture while he is a lawful donkey who has done nothing to deserve this.

He will be freed as soon as the grass gets a bit drier and less nutritious, and in the meantime he is very useful to me as a landscape architect, creating lovely meandering paths in the woodsy part of his pasture, like this one:

I used my sheep netting to divide the pasture, and of course I hadn't bothered to roll it up properly the last time I put it away in the barn ("that's a problem for Future Me"), so I had to start with sitting down to disentangle the knots for 15 min.

The children helped a lot.

Another important problem to solve was water for elephants donkey. The main spring that provides water for the llamas' trough (and for Pandolf's cows, and my own house) is on the other side of the pasture, but I had noticed small trickles of water seeping from some rocks on (what is now) Pirlouit's side, so I went exploring to find them again.

Here! these rocks are crying. Unfortunately my bucket was too tall to be placed under the trickle, so I started with digging a hole. It took forever, because anyone who has ever tried to dig a hole anywhere knows there is always That One Massive Rock.

Pandolf also helped a lot.

A hole for the bucket was successfully dug, but the water trickled down the crevices in the rocks and didn't fall into the bucket. I tried to use a piece of plastic pipe, but the opening was too narrow to catch more than a few droplets of water, so I went back to the barn and rummaged around, looking at random objects and waiting for inspiration to strike, until I found the missing link—a dustpan. Here's a little 30s video of my revolutionary water system:

The dustpan is pretty solidly wedged between rocks and Pirlouit has been invited to drink delicately so as not to dislodge it. It's been a few days and so far it's holding up :)

Conclusion: Pirlouit is now a forest donkey.

We'll have to see how the Diet Pasture compares to other solutions, like the Diet Muzzle, and the Diet Pen (two years ago I tried keeping him in tiny pens so he didn't have a lot of grass and was forced to eat some hay as well, but I had to move him every few days, plus he didn't have a lot of room to trot and exercise, which was counterproductive when it comes to keeping him fit.)

He is not enchanted with this new situation and sometimes brays angrily to demand explanations when he sees me on the Good Side with the llamas, but he does get visitors every day (dog and cats and chickens) and it's only for a few weeks. And for his own good.

#crawling along #i took the first pic in this post with a wide angle so that his ears would fit in the frame and #it still wasn't enough #there's a little bit of ear missing #i don't know what can be done about those ears pirlouit #they're extravagant

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thecatundertheladder · 1 month

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So with my Fsm lives au (which you can find here) I've decided the logistics of Wu and Garmadon and how Fsm might appear to them.

Basically a few decades (?) before Lloyd is born the Fsm disappears completely from Ninjago. Prior to this they tell Wu and Garmadon that he has something to take care of and as a result won't be overly available to talk to them or meet in person. Wu and Garmadon then don't see or hear from them until Lloyd is born where he makes a brief appearance to meet baby Lloyd, after which they fuck off again.

Now Wu and Garmadon don't see this as concerning at all. I mean they're immortal beings, a few decades isn't all that long to them (and I hc that the Fsm has really poor time management when it comes to other people so Wu and Garmadon are probably used to this sort of thing).

Fast forward to Garmadon getting banished and Fsm is trying to his best to not interfere with his children seemingly fighting to the death (they know that can't and won't kill each other, I mean he knew something like this was going to happen after all, but those are his babies! why do they have to let this happen) so when Garmadon gets banished to the underworld he's immediately relieved because it means they've stopped fighting.

(Later as they start to think over the implications of Garmadon getting banished he has a panic attack because there's no way this guy doesn't have anxiety)

After the fight he goes down to the underworld to find Garmadon unconscious and heavily injured from the fall and the lightning strike. Fsm stabilises garmadon, triggering a partial transformation into his Oni side, and then immediately fucks off again because 'oh shit the prophecy's beginning'

(Garmadon is vaguely aware that someone healed him after he fell. He has his suspicions as to who but nothing is ever confirmed)

Later when Wu's wallowing in sadness Fsm goes around and cleans the monastery and puts meals out for Wu to eat and generally helps him out but since Garmadon's banishment to the underworld was prophesised they can't really talk to Wu about it and comfort him. But Wu is aware that he is there and they'll talk about random things together.

He does, however, leave again once Wu shows signs of being able to take care of himself again.

Fsm starts showing up and talking to Wu again soon after he finds Cole, but it's never to comment on what might be coming next or even about how his student's training is going (that doesn't stop Wu from bragging about their accomplishments though), it's always inane stuff like 'Mystake's making me go therapy Wu can you believe it' or 'Kai fell in a ditch while trying to impress a girl. No I'm not stalking them Wu I'm just making sure they're safe'.

The ninja can't see them full stop though.

But the point of this long winded post was that Wu, being slightly less involved in the prophecy is fully aware that his father is just kind of there sometimes, but Garmadon, who is a key player, is not (he does have some suspicions however).

#ive decided to use he/they pronouns for fsm rather than just they/them #also im thinking i need a better name for this au #let me know what you guys think #but for now i'll just stick with #fsm lives au #ninjago fsm #fsm ninjago #first spinjitzu master #ninjago wu #ninjago garmadon #ninjago #lego ninjago

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monpalace · 10 months

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Fanfic devil (affectionate) :3

I HAVE MORE TIME THOUGHTS!!

Time is the type of guy that LOVES laying ontop of you. Resting his head on your stomach/chest while his arms are wrapped around your waist!

He loves this for a few reasons! 1, he feels as though he’s protecting you with him covering most of your body from outer harm and 2, your head scratches are the best??? You could knock this man out in a matter of seconds when you play with his hair

He honestly gets a little upset/pouty if he doesn’t get his nightly head scratches. Like you could be reading a book or doing something that is taking your attention and Time will just flop down beside you and huff.

Imagine a pouting husky, thats him

(Modern) Time in highschool/college gives jock/greaser vibes?? And imagine his s/o/crush having a more punk/alternative aesthetic?? Power couple frfr

(Modern) Time in highschool was the type of guy that, after he sent a flirty test to his crush, he’d slam his ohone down and walk away. Like hell do laps around the house at he just OVERTHINKS and blushes at how stupid that was.

Will fucking dive bomb his phone when he hears the notification ding

This could be modern or regular Time but, imagine you two are reading a mystery novel and you both are trying to solve the mystery while reading??? Like yall dead ass bought another copy of the book so you could tear it apart and put all the clues on a board

Hes so cute when he has to wear a set of reading glasses as he looks over some ‘clues.’ You give him many kisses while he has them on, and he has no idea why you random get super lovey but he’ll never complain

Time is the type of lover that loves to watch his s/o get ready in the morning. Its so domestic to him?? It reminds him that he’s more than a hero now, hes more than just his sword.

But he is also the type of lover that will lock his arms around his s/o’s waist and try to keep them home. Like, he’ll still be lying in bed and youll be at the edge if it, having come back to give him a kiss before you left, but now your just….stuck

He just straight up refuses to let you go, giggling to himself as you try and break free. You do end up on the floor at one point, just laughing as you try to crawl away from him.

He just drags your ass back up into the bed. You aint going anywhere tonight, good luck!

i also love your thoughts on this stuff so much 😭😭 got me laughing and smiling at this shit

fanfic (solar) system 🫶🏽

aren't huskies notorious for being loud and dramatic asf? you forget to massage his head one time and he just pretends to cry while spewing on about "oh so you don't love me anymore? you hate me? did you just tell me to literally sleep with the fishes? you never want to see me again in your life? you can't stand the sight of my face? you want me to fuck off and die?"

he strikes me as the type to whine when you get up and use the bathroom or get a snack like that one tiktok audio because, if time is one thing, it is clingy-- but it's amplified when he's tired

he also drools. i don't make the rules.

you make the mistake of wearing a cropped top, wearing one that raises easily, or just forgoing one altogether and there's either an unbroken line of saliva going from your belly button to your chest (he likes listening to your heart-- it reminds him you're alive) or it's just all up in your neck and pillow 😭😭

time's knowledge on anything punk/alternative is seriously lacking before meeting his s/o. he knew nothing of the style, music, beliefs, etc, etc but he got really into it once you introduced him to them

BUT IMAGINE MODERN! TIME (OR HIS S/O) OWNING A MOTORCYCLE?

he gives you his helmet whenever you both ride on his because he says he doesn't have a spare (he does) and that he just wants you to be safe. sometimes he situates you so that he's behind you while he still maneuvers/controls the bike because he's just cool like that (he practiced it a lot with his friends)-- but he also melts whenever you're in control of the bike because he gets to take the backseat and put his hands around your waist like in those movies

(he says he traded it out in college for something more "practical," but he really just has it hidden in a shed/garage somewhere. he goes in and repairs it whenever he has the time since it's so old and he's to attached to sell it)

time would send something like "i liked your shirt," and then toss his phone out a window before anxiously trying to do something productive. he tries to put off answering as long as he can so he doesn't come off as desperate but he ends up biting his nails and giving not even 45 seconds later

he squeals like a child when gets a "thank you (: i liked your jacket," before immediately over-analyzing with a little corkscrew board and everything. "should i buy something with [brand] so they'll compliment me? would they like it if i got them something with [brand] on it? is this a sign they like me or am i just being delusional"

HE'D LOOK LIKE SUCH A NERD WITH THE READING GLASSES THOUGH? imagine he actually has terrible eyesight, you take his glasses and put them on, and immediately walk into a wall or something? 😭

"woah! you might need glasses more than me lol"

"you look like a fucking mosaic and picasso painting mixed together. stop talking"

his little grandpa glasses lower his intimidation by a landslide so he rarely wears them, so it's only natural you drown him in affection. he takes it in stride (even in public) and asks why you're so obsessed with him when you wear them and you only respond with ";3c" or something

trippy i will like,, collapse and die or something 😭 character a keeping character b from leaving the bed/house is my one weakness

assumedly, time is stronger than you, right? because of that he'll definitely manhandle you back into bed with little effort, day clothes be damned-- if you keep trying to fight him even after he goes back to laying right on top of you, he uses the excuse of "i'm the goddess' chosen hero. tell them i need you for something"

"i can't do that if you keep me here."

"then i'll go in with you and tell them tomorrow," and then he doesn't. he pulls the exact same thing the very next day for the rest of the week

#the palace answers #stargazing in the palace #i love ur ideas to 🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽 but i live to entertain lmao #the urge to write abt that last section when ur already writing three other things 😭😭😭#loz x reader #legend of zelda x reader #lu x reader #linked universe x reader #loz link x reader #legend of zelda link x reader #lu link x reader #linked universe link x reader #link x reader #time x reader #linked universe time x reader #lu time x reader

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fuwushiguro · 2 years

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Turning Diamonds Into Snow

Tetta Kisaki x f!reader Genre: Smut Notes: I know a lot of people hate Kisaki (me included lmao) and he isn't very popular but I hope some of you guys enjoy this Warnings: 18+, dubcon/noncon, smoking, age gap, adultery, model!reader, sir!kink, cocaine use, substance abuse, stockholm syndrome, coercion, degradation, restraints, oral (f receiving), vaginal sex, daddy kink, dumbification, slapping, breeding, creampie. Words: 3k

3am.

It’s 3am and you’re alone in a random diner, little hands clutching onto a steaming cup of coffee. You’re dying for it to cool. Not so much that it tastes disgusting, but enough that you can drink it and stop the tremors wracking through your body. People are staring, though it’s nothing new. You suspect they are likely glances of pity.

Because, truly, you look pathetic.

There are a group of boys from another booth looking over at you. Not boys, actually… men. They’re all in suits. They’ve been asking the waitress for coffee refills since you got here two hours ago.

One man is staring more intently than the others. He’s wearing round glasses. His hair combed over to one side, black and blonde streaking through unevenly. You can’t help but notice the tattoo on his hand.

Sin.

You think he might notice you staring when he puts his coffee cup down. Quickly you look away, but soon enough he’s picking it up again. This time with the other hand.

Punishment.

A bolt of fear strikes through you as you realise this group of men may not be ones you should be stuck in a diner with at this ungodly hour.

“I recognise her.” Hanma states, earning a scoff from the group he’s with.

“No shit. You’ve been staring at her since she walked in.” Kisaki explains, shaking his head and fishing around for a cigarette in the pocket of his expensive looking coat. The waitress approaches with the intention of forbidding him from smoking inside. However a deathly glare from the three men in front of her soon deters her. “Who is she?”

“Dunno. I just feel like I’ve seen her somewhere.” Hanma adds, lighting a flame for Kisaki to ignite his cigarette with.

“Probably a hooker,” Mikey chimes in, too busy focusing on his phone to be fully engaged with the conversation. Hanma rolls his eyes and returns to focus on figuring out who you are.

“That sounds right. World class hooker, hah?” Kisaki joins in with the teasing.

World class.

The words unlock something in Shuuji’s mind. World class…

“Oh fuck. She’s famous, boys.” Hanma states. It’s enough to fully steal Mikey’s attention as he raises a sceptical brow and looks in your direction. Kisaki can’t help but do the same, all three of them staring at you as they wonder if there is any truth to what he’s saying. “Give me your phone, I’ll show you.” Hanma asks.

“Huh? Use your own.”

“It’s dead. Hand it over.”

Kisaki sighs and hands his phone over to his friend. Soon enough he’s on the Instagram app and typing in your username. He places the phone down flat on the table to let mikey and Kisaki look through your profile.

“Cute.” Mikey speaks, weakly.

“She’s a model? Very cute.” Kisaki adds.

“See, look, magazine covers and runway stuff too. Not just an Instagram model, she’s a real one.” he tells them, almost as if he’s defending your honour and life choices.

Kisaki stubs out his cigarette on the table, shuffling out of the booth and standing to his feet. He folds his coat over himself. “Thanks for the tip.” he winks as he walks towards you. Hanma groans, furious he didn’t act first when he had the upper hand.

You stiffen when you notice this terrifying man is actually walking towards you. He smiles, you think he might be trying to ease your nerves. But his smile isn’t sincere, that much is clear. You feel even more scared, if anything.

“Need a refill, sweetheart?” he asks you.

“U-Um…” you can’t answer before he’s signalling the waitress to come over. “Thank you, sir.” you smile, hoping it doesn’t look too forced.

Sir, huh? Oh… he loves the sound of that.

“What are you doing out so late? Been partying… or fall out with your boyfriend?” he wonders, attempting to figure out your situation. He wants to know why you’re alone. If anyone will be asking where you went or if anyone will actually care if you don’t go home tonight.

“Y-Yeah… uh, my… boyfriend.” you stutter, flailing over your own words as you try and get them out as quickly as possible. Kisaki waits for the waitress to top up your coffee, tipping her and winking his thanks as he watches her walk away. He’d rather not have any prying ears, if possible.

“You’re not a very good liar.”

“What?”

“There’s no boyfriend, is there?” he tells you. He takes note of how uncomfortable you look and snickers, trusting it will be enough to lower your high guard. “Don’t worry, I know we look shady but I promise we aren’t.”

“I didn’t say that…” you object, feebly. It’s clear you’ve made a judgement about him before even speaking to him. And if he’s being honest, you’ve likely read him like a book.

But he’s not going to tell you that.

“We’re just off a late flight from a business trip. Trying to get some down time before we go home to our families.” he explains.

That should settle your nerves. Hearing that he’s a businessman with a family. Family will most likely translate to a wife and a few kids in your mind. And you’re not wrong about that. You can see the wedding ring on his finger. He’s even willing to show you his brood of brats if you feel the need to question him about it.

“Where was the trip?” you ask him, curiously. Travel is a weakness of yours. It’s something you’ve always planned to do and would still love to do, if circumstances were different.

“Germany.” he answers, plainly. “See how easy it is to answer questions? Don’t be shy… tell me why you’re here.” he insists. You look around, wondering if it’s the right thing to do. But, really, what’s the harm? It’s not like he can use it against you.

“I had a fight with my family… so… I just wanted some space.”

“Families are tough, babe, I understand.” he nods in agreement. He’s a master manipulator, unbeknownst to you. Offering faux sympathy and mimicking your body language to set your mind at ease. And, Christ, wouldn’t you know it? It’s working. “What was the fight about?”

“I— I’d rather not say…” you tell him. Ah. This should be good.

“C’mon.” he encourages you. He leans over the table, hoping you’ll do the same. “It can’t be that bad.” he whispers.

“W-Well…” you start, quietly, doing as he wished and leaning your face closer to his. “I like to party… but they don’t like the way I party.” you tell him in hushed tones.

“Ahhh, drugs, right?”

“Mhmmn, I like coke.” you smile, almost shyly. Would you look at that. A bona fide cokewhore. “S’not a big deal… y’know? They just don’t get it. They like to overreact, my parents are dumb strict.” you tell him.

“How old are you? You could get your own place.” he suggests, but you shake your head in response.”

“I’m twenty-five. And, yeah, I make a bunch of my own money so I should be able to move out, right? Nope… my psycho fucking parents have control of my bank account.” you explain. This is the most you’ve talked to anyone about this, and he’s a complete stranger. You have no idea why you’re telling him all of this. But it’s simple, really. You’re under his spell.

“I mean… c’mon, kiddo. Probably ‘cause of the coke habit.” he laughs. You sigh in response. “Don’t be like that, baby. I get it.”

“What do you know about it? You’re old enough to be my dad, your partying days are long over.” you respond, rudely.

“Ouch, princess has a bite, hah?” he laughs. He reaches into his coat pocket, his eyes fixated on yours. “I suppose you won’t be interested in this, then.” he grins, showing off a small bag of coke to you as discretely as he can.

“Hah, no way. What does your family think about that?”

“My family can have an opinion when they pay the bills.” he laughs, almost like he’s joking despite being deathly serious. “Interested?” he wonders. You bite your lip, fighting the urge to take his hand off at the generous honour.

“What’s the catch?” you query. With guys like this; offers like this, there’s always a catch.

“Come home with me.”

“Hah. That’s low. What about your wife?” you ask, genuinely curious how he plans to explain this away.

“Baby, I’ve got all the coke either of us could want and I’m taking business trips all over the world just for the fun of it. You think I don’t own more than one home?”

All the coke you could ever want.

It’s an enticing offer. And the more he dangles the bag in front of your face, you know you’re too weak willed to decline. It might be the worst decision you’ll ever make. But… you just can’t say no to the siren call of white powder.

And then, you’re nodding.

He smiles. An entirely evil toothy smile. But you’re already grabbing your jacket and your bag before standing up. He holds out his arm to you, offering you to link with him. He escorts you out. But not before winking at his friends with pride.

“Do you love me?”

It’s a question he’s asked every single day since you met so many months ago. He didn’t need a real answer.

Not at first.

You’d respond with a giggle. Or a boisterous laugh. Sometimes you’d answer his question with a kiss which always created a pathway into you fucking each other until the sun would rise.

Truthfully, you don’t think you’ve ever been so happy.

It’s unconventional, sure, but still you find yourself smiling every day without fail. It’s easy being with Kisaki. It’s easy being his little secret. No one knows where you are, except him. He doesn’t like it when you leave the house. He doesn’t like it when he doesn’t know where you are.

You can’t leave.

You can’t leave him.

He takes you out sometimes. He’ll blindfold you and make you lie down in the backseat of the car so no one can see you and you have no sense of direction. He always takes you to sweet yet secluded places.

The beach.

The mountains.

Eerily beautiful places that you know could be your last destination on earth. Places where he could push you to your demise or drown you so that your body gets lost at sea.

No one would know, just him.

But so far, it hasn’t come to that. He’s good to you, he is. Kisaki knows how much you love coke, so he gets it for you. He keeps you coked up to the eyeballs and sometimes you feel like a whore.

Maybe because that’s exactly what you are.

You fuck him as thanks for your coke.

You’re a coke whore.

“I love you.” you whisper, feebly, with an award winning smile after snorting a line. He grabs your face in one hand, puckering your cheeks and forcing you to look at him. Kisaki looks so serious, always. His eyebrows and constantly at a scowl and you think he has to force himself to rectify that about himself.

But he doesn’t while he looks at you.

At your lips.

He looks between your eyes and your plump, inviting lips until he can’t resist you anymore. He tilts his head and his lips meet with yours.

“I love you when you’re high.” he smiles, muttering words between kisses.

And you laugh, kissing him back so sweetly.

“I love you when I’m high.”

And just like that, you’re weightless. He picks you up by your thighs, forcing you to wrap your legs around his waist. He drops you down roughly onto the dining table. His body weight on top of your is intoxicating. The way he kisses and alternates to nibbling your lower lip while he tries to undress all at once is dizzying.

You watch him as he throws his shirt across the room and he starts to work at his belt.

“Arms up.” he instructs, and you obey. You hold your arms above your head together, knowing full well what he’s about to do. “Such a good little whore, aren’t you? Do anything for me and your habit.” he laughs.

You giggle at him, he likes it when you entertain how mean he can be to you. You’ll accept anything he wants to do to you, because if you don’t you know he can cut you off.

So of course you don’t mind that he wants to bind you with his belt, your wrists restricted and trapped by the leg of the dining table.

You watch him carefully as he circles back around you, climbing on top of you and studying your body beneath him. He grabs two fistfuls of your little vest and rips it apart with ease. Your breasts exposed to the chill in the air and bouncing freely. He cups one, fondling the nipple and almost salivating at your bare flesh.

It seems he wants to suck them, but for whatever reason he’s holding himself back.

“Tell me how bad you want me.” he demands.

“Mmpf, Tetta I’m— ‘m so wet. Please, I need you. M-My panties are—”

“What?” he smirks, “Your panties are what?”

You look away, feeling shy. A rush of heat flocks to your face and you can’t help but squirm under his stare. He hooks his fingers into your shorts and yanks them down in one fell swoop. He can’t stop smiling at the way your legs are wriggling and writhing against the table.

It’s him.

What he does to you is unspeakable.

You can’t decide if you want your legs open or closed. So he just watches in fascination as you try to decide. Though eventually it grows tiresome for him. When your legs are open, he keeps them open. Slapping your inner thighs near your pussy and strictly instructing that you keep them open. He runs a line over the fabric between your pussy lips from your sopping hole up to your clit.

“Oh you little slut. You are fuckin’ soaked.” he speaks, his eyes filled with lustrous malice. He puts his head between your thighs after moving your panties into the crease of your thigh. He repeats what he had done with his finger but with his tongue, and you can’t help but shudder and moan, clamping your thighs around his head. “Oh, no, babe. Your treat was the coke. This pussy is for me. You’re gonna give me a treat now.” he reminds you.

He frees his thick cock and lines it up with your dripping slot. Fresh tears roll down your eyes as he slowly plunges inside of you. It’s good…

It’s good.

It’s so fucking good.

“Dirty coke whore aren’t ya?” he laughs, thrusting in and out of you at a hurried pace. “Say thank you, right fuckin’ now, say ‘thank you, daddy.’”

“Mmpf, thank you! T-Thank you, daddy!” you wail, biting your lip over and over between moans as he ploughs inside of you. Your head is moved quickly to the side. It takes you a moment to register what happened until you feel the familiar sting of his striking palm.

“Stupid cock drunk girl,” he grins, “What are you even thankin’ me for? Do you know, baby? Use that cute li’l head of yours to think about it.”

“I— I— f-for letting me stay here… w-with you!” you tell him. He smiles, raising his eyebrows as if he’s looking for more. “Thank you for the coke, daddy! I love you! I l-love you s’much!” you sob, almost screaming through how perfectly he’s ruining your precious cunt.

“What else? C’mon, gorgeous, you’re happy right now because of daddy, yeah? So say thank you.” he commands. His cock throbs aggressively and the sight of the little gulp you just took slithering down your tiny throat.

“Thank you for fucking me! I love your cock, daddy, I do! T-Thank you for giving it to me!” you explain.

He grunts at that, picking up the pace of his thrusts as he humps into you, moving you further and further up the dining table. You can see a prominent vein bulging in his forehead as he fucks you with a vengeance.

“So tight, so fuckin’ tight baby.” he tells you. “Cumming soon, yeah? Can feel how close you are.”

“Can I, daddy? Can I p-please cum f-for you?” you groan, desperately.

“Yes, baby,” he nods, “Cum on daddy’s cock.”

You only wish you could cling onto him while you unfurl around him. You wish that you could rake your fingers down his back and break the skin. It’s a desperate need as you keep cumming and cumming for him. There’s no way to steel yourself. You have nothing to grab onto to ground yourself and keep you on earth with him. You are in ecstasy, moaning and clamping around him as you get through your high.

And once you finally finish, he can’t help but watch you in awe. The way the aftershocks wrack through your body and you’re spasming on his cock. He pounds you with every single bit of body weight he has behind it, flooding your walls with his white and creamy cum.

He kisses between your breasts and sucks on your tits while he spurts load after load of himself into you, not wanting to waste a drop of his essence. It belongs inside of you.

He belongs inside of you.

When he eventually pulls out, his cum can’t help but throb out of you. With each pulse of your aching pussy, his sperm is forced out. He fingers it back inside, lovingly, rubbing his thumb over your clit at the same time.

“Mine.” he tells you, eyes focused on yours.

“Y-Yes, daddy.”

“I cum in this whenever I want, so it’s mine. And you are mine.”

“Yours, daddy, always.”

“Do you love me?” he queries.

“I love you.”

“Do you want to leave me?”

“No, daddy, I’ll never leave you.”

He smirks at that.

You say it like you have a choice.

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I have something. Is it big? No, but I thought it's worth sharing (probably).

Title: Starry-Eyed

Rating: Teen

Summary: Sonic didn't know why this happened every time Shadow turned super, but he was far from against it, even if it came at the expense of his falling this time.

*not finished*

For the first time in three days, it had been a soundless early morning—no Eggman attack, tinkering Tails, or incoming emergency calls from the Restoration HQ. Still and quiet, Sonic knew it, awake or not, as his face snuggled into the pillow and his body relaxed into the thrumming warmth at his left—wait, what?

Emerald eyes blinked open instantly, staring at the bold green numbers that stared back from the nightstand alarm.

It was 6:22 AM.

Too early, his body complained, but his sleepy mind was waking up already, processing the concept of sensing overflowing amounts of chaos energy next to him. It certainly wasn't coming from him, having gone months without turning super for a while, and last he checked with Tails, Team Dark had borrowed their red chaos emerald, meaning one thing only.

"Mornin', Shads," Sonic sighed, turning onto his other side to stare playfully at his striped rival, who was currently donning his shimmery gold super form.

Super Shadow smiled at the hero, all teeth.

Very sharp teeth. Sonic had noticed them somewhere into their fifth meeting, like this every time Shadow went super. He guessed it was a side effect, along with the other stuff. A blush crept up the blue hero's face as he remembered precisely what other stuff usually entailed.

"Morning," the striped hedgehog replied, shifting his position to bump foreheads with Sonic, striking red ambers becoming hooded.

The hero chuckled softly, his eyes fully open and staring into his rival's. It had been nothing but whiplash for Sonic when he found out that, contrary to Shadow, this version of the Ultimate Lifeform wanted to be touched. Since he learned this, they decided to tentatively approach the new things that soon became habits from the golden being in Sonic's bed.

Another silly happening, too—Super Shadow preferred to confine their meet-ups to the hero's bed. This contradicted how Shadow typically found open settings more suitable when annoyed about meeting Sonic on the most random days.

"How was the mission?"

Super Shadow hummed, scooting closer to wrap an arm around Sonic's waist, sliding his head down and nudging at the blue hedgehog's chin.

Unable to resist the warm comfort of his rival's small embrace, Sonic offered more of himself to the other, smiling when a purr rumbled deep from the hybrid's chest.

"The usual, you know," Super Shadow mumbled, fitting his face in the crook of Sonic's neck.

With this, the hero felt soft lips brushing the sensitive skin and fur, and Super Shadow's breathing sent goosebumps down his neck and chest.

"Usual?" Sonic questioned, mirroring his rival by sliding a hand over Shadow's side, too. The next purr from the golden hedgehog let the hero know it was fine. Apparently, it's more than acceptable because Super Shadow pressed himself closer to Sonic.

They were a cocoon of warmth, wrapped up like this, and Sonic savored it because he knew the moment all the chaos energy drained from Super Shadow, it'd be over.

"Mhmm, fighting Eggman and winning."

The hero only frowned at the mention of Eggman, gradually drifting between consciousness and unconsciousness. It was always hard to keep track of his conversations with Super Shadow; something about the heat the hybrid emitted made Sonic's body relax and mold into the perfect shape to fit right into the striped hedgehog's side.

Super Shadow purred again, his vibrations making the blue hedgehog sigh. "I always win. That's why it's the usual."

Drowsy, Sonic's eyes began drooping, still listening to his rival.

"Of course, you'd say that," the blue hero chuckled, his breath tickling the other's ears. "But that's a lie when it comes to me, remember."

At this point, Sonic felt like floating in soft clouds with the sun beaming down. It was a dream he was falling into and always did around Super Shadow's presence. He once joked about Shadow's altered shimmery version being some sandman for him when he only got a confused face.

It turned out that while Super Shadow willingly came, talked, and hugged Sonic until they both fell asleep, the memories never stuck with the standard Shadow, waking up distraught and awkwardly taking his leave upon seeing Sonic and himself in the same bed.

It was even more embarrassing for the hero to chase down the black hedgehog after the first time to explain that it wasn't like that. No, it was an unconscious part of Shadow's mind that awoke when transforming into his super form; the odd part was figuring out why it was that this led to seeking out specifically Sonic. Answers were never found; instead, the rivalry between both hedgehogs grew strained.

For that, nothing needed to be said for both of them to understand why.

So now, on occasion, Sonic woke up to Super Shadow waiting in his bed. Sonic took care of him while the chaos energy slowly drained from the hybrid. When it did, Sonic pulled away from the black hedgehog before he regained consciousness and waved goodbye at him with a silent nod.

It was a sad sight to see.

To know what it could be if Shadow didn't always carry himself around with defensive walls, it was devastating never to have that, only glimpses of it.

That's why the blue hero didn't try to force Shadow with this but gave reasons for what his rival's life would be like if he just let that vulnerable side of himself be free. It was an arduous task that even Sonic found challenging to beat at times, but he went a long way with his friends’ help.

He didn't linger on those old thoughts too much, though. He needed to cherish the little moments he could have with Super Shadow, knowing it was all too good to exist in reality.

But another thing had Sonic coming out of his soundless thinking, the hand around his waist sliding down until it was on his hip.

"What—"

"No, it's not a lie." The hero was pushed onto his back and stared up to see Super Shadow's face slowly come to hover over him.

Sonic wouldn't lie: Shadow was among the most beautiful people he had ever met.

However, Super Shadow could rip Sonic's heart out right now from his chest without the hero knowing simply because he'd been too distracted looking into those two magnetic red-amber eyes.

It was unbelievable, considering Sonic had fought gods before and came out on top.

"I always win, even when it comes to you, Sonic."

A stuttering breath escaped fawn lips, letting that red gaze flick over to them and back to wide emeralds.

Super Shadow's other hand came over to press over the blue hedgehog's cheek, gloved fingers not strong enough a barrier to keep the golden hedgehog's warmth from fueling into Sonic's face. It had to be that, right? The chaos energy leaving a trace of heat over his muzzle? Right?

"Being with you, it's the greatest win of my life."

The confession came as a surprise to Sonic - more than really - but the kiss...oh, that was ethereal.

Sonic had kissed princesses and been revived by some of them, but kissing Super Shadow was like swallowing fire and feeling it burn him inside out. Only for his rival to whisper his name against his mouth to breathe life into the hero again, reigniting a new flame; it was beyond anything Sonic had ever felt. He liked it a lot.

The blue hedgehog let himself be molded again, arching into his rival's touch as he circled Super Shadow's neck with his arms. Sonic brought him closer, repeatedly wanting to feel that sensation until he was suffocating from the smoke and fire. It was the strangest thing how Super Shadow made his bed feel like a sacred oasis and deathbed all at once. Perhaps it was one of his secret powers, manipulating the energy flowing through his veins and around him to mess around with another's subconscious.

It was predatory behavior, cunningly leading a blind lamb to the cave's mouth where the unknown smelled both exciting and terrifying.

Except at this moment, when Super Shadow was fully straddling Sonic and pinning his wrists to the bed to drown the hero in kisses full of teasing tongues and fearsome fangs, it was surreal because the bells ringing loudly in the back of Sonic's head, telling him he was running low on oxygen fast, were useless to the temptation that his rival was offering him.

For once, it felt good to die.

#be honest guys do I still got it?#sonadow #sonic the hedgehog #super shadow #shadow the hedgehog #my writing #wips

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