#ownership to seal the deal
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Listen I know there isn't really a more perfect place on someone's face to put a sticker than the forehead, but I think Tom putting the sticker of ownership on the exact spot that he kissed Greg, is interesting to me.
#also if you think about marriage traditionally in law#it's ownership: ie (and horribly) a woman becoming ownership to another man#and i say ANOTHER because her first owner by this tradition is her father#so Tom putting the sticker at where he kissed Greg#is like the kiss of a marriage#ownership to seal the deal#plot development: Tom makes Greg change his last name to Wambsgans out of ownership#reasoning that his last name holds more prestige than Hirsch#(their relationship is still subtext when this happens btw)#tomgreg#succession hbo
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yan hsr! characters - sabotaging your relationship
starring - gepard, topaz, jing yuan, jingliu.
trigger warnings - murder, cheating.
gepard
recruiting your partner as a silverman guard and make him aware about the potential dangers of role that their death may leave (y/n) in an everlasting mourning state. but the blonde would mention that he's fulfilling his duty to the nation from letting the fear to stop him from quitting.
"(y/n), i am so sorry but my duties as a solider is more important."
topaz
debt. the biggest problem to have in this current economic crisis but she needed to start on a subtle note, calling in favours from a friend to hack into (y/n)'s partner phone to place ads on their browser for products at amazing discounted prices.
the fine print. topaz's foundation of her charade, explaining to him that he didn't properly read the conditions along with showing photoshopped edits of the adverts to draw the final coffin in the nail.
from the sidelines, topaz watched your partner demise into gambling with a front row seat but she waited till the interest and failed bets to slowly build up before whisking you away from him.
"(y/n), it's his own fault, it's unfortunate but he need to face the consequences."
jingliu
the effects of the marastruck would cloud her judgement so seeing him holding your hands might as well been asking for the death wish. she made the wish come true by stabbing her sword into his abdomen on a lone stroll during the night.
it was a ruthless murder, done within a blink of an eye but jingliu just saw it as getting rid of trash. the sight of his lifeless body didn't haunt her at all as she dipped her sword into a nearby river to wash the blood away.
jingliu was going to collect (y/n) but not before finishing the preparations.
jing yuan
lying. it shouldn't been that easy but hearing the accusation of cheating from the general sealed the deal. with his political and social power, his words were golden and not to be questioned.
jing yuan knew he shouldn't had done it but seeing the slap that (y/n) gave her partner made was a delightful scene to unfold in front of him.
the most satisfying thing was the ending, (y/n) storming away and refusing to listen to her partner claiming that the mighty general is lying to her.
indeed, jing yuan could get away with anything and earning your trust enables him to launch the next stage of his plan.
gaining ownership of you.
#honkai star rail#yandere honkai star rail x reader#yandere honkai star rail#jing yuan x reader#hsr gepard#gepard x reader#yandere jing yuan#yandere jing yuan x reader#jing yuan#yandere hsr#hsr
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— HOLD ME LIKE A GRUDGE
SUMMARY : dean is a demon. it’s Christmas Eve and it’s exhausting to keep fighting him, but he’s accidentally knocked out by the reader. so, she took him back to her parents’ place to clean him up... but her whole family is already home.
PAIRING : demon!dean winchester x fem!reader
CHARACTERS : cenric (OMC), guren (OMC), koro (OMC), kandora (OFC), meliora (OFC)
WARNINGS/TAGS : explicit(18+), angst, implied cheating, fluff, fun family time, toxic relationship, rough sex, intoxicated sex, p in v, unprotected sex
WORD COUNT : 4.8k
A/N : fall out boy song title. @spnkinkevents : #12daysofspnkinkmas2023 — hot tub sex and drunk sex. let's pretend demon!Dean lasted for a long while. wtf is that name? it’s from the video game Destiny, probably (they have badass names, especially the villains/sometimes they’re ridiculous, lmao). XXxx
Y/n and Sam split up in their search for Dean.
Both were in search of him… and Crowley. But mostly Dean.
Dean didn’t behave much like any other demon. She didn’t know if that was a good thing or a bad thing. He settled for over drinking, dancing, singing bad karaoke, sleeping with random women—which stung, killing people in self-defence. The list goes on, but he’s more bored than evil.
She knew Dean, even now, as a demon. This was Dean when he was bored. Not Dean being evil. That just wasn’t Dean.
She didn’t know it, but he was keeping tabs on her, too. He’d fool Crowley by promising to seal deals, pretending he was going off with a girl or two, getting away for some ‘Dean time’ doing random shit…
He was just going out to see her. There’s something that he can’t shake off about her. It might be the possessiveness, the ownership he feels towards her… it’s something he doesn’t understand, a tug deep within himself that yearns to be whole. A part of him that’s sure that missing piece is her.
Crowley sent demons after her. Of course he did, to slow her down, to throw her off. Dean lied to Crowley, the way he always did to get what he wanted. Instead of fleeing because ‘you’re getting too attached, let’s move on’, Dean stayed behind to make sure she made it out safely.
It irked him to feel that guardianship, that… need or whatever the hell it was that compelled him to keep her safe.
But, one thing led to another, she was outnumbered by about fifteen demons. She’d gotten at least five of them by the time Dean decided to show himself. He didn’t completely protect her from harm, but he saved her from possibly deadly blows.
She was stunned to see him there and she looked absolutely ravishing. Covered in blood. Her soft hair falling free from the tie holding her hair in place and out of the way. The focused furrow of her brows. The irritated scowl on her pretty face.
Dean got distracted. It was his first mistake, ever since he became a demon. He felt time slow down with only three demons left, the two of them moving in sync like nothing ever happened, like nothing stood between them.
“Six!” She shouted, expecting him to get down, but he didn’t. She punched him square in the face and his body fell loudly with a thud, but she didn’t let herself get distracted.
She killed the last three demons in a breeze because even they were astounded that the knight of hell, Dean Winchester, was knocked unconscious by a smaller hunter. By a human.
She didn’t bother cleaning up. Fifteen bodies? If Crowley didn’t want to be tracked, he’d clean it up on his own. Instead, she carefully pulled Dean out of the warehouse she was staying in as she stalked her boyfriend and Crowley.
She found his car nearby, poor Baby was a complete mess. She hid her stolen car behind the warehouse next to a bunch of tumbleweed, took everything that was hers, wiped it clean of prints and other evidence, and left in the Impala.
With Dean in the backseat, she wondered what she would do now. She didn’t expect for this to happen. The plan was originally to see what Dean and Crowley were up to, call Sam, then go back home as Sam took care of the rest.
It was too late for that. Her family was home waiting to celebrate the holidays. All of them cleared the schedules to get together, they’d planned it a whole year before, even she did and she was supposed to bring Dean.
Guess that’s still the case, except he’s a demon now… and she’s kidnapping him.
It was a long ride back home. It was inevitable that Dean would wake up completely pissed.
He glared at her from the backseat, cuffed with his arms behind him. The road was empty so there was nothing to put them in danger as he wasn’t secured with a seatbelt. Most importantly, it wouldn’t matter that she swerved so hard that he fell onto his side with a grunt before letting out a deep growl.
“Bitch!”
“Oh, stop it, it’s the least you deserve after everything you’ve done,” she muttered, tightening her grip on the steering wheel. Her heart hammered rapidly with anger and hatred, but she focused on driving herself home safely.
“I just helped you out,” he reminded her darkly, leaning against the car door to sit back up.
“Yeah, and I’m thanking you by saving your life,” she retorted.
“I’m fine.” She scoffed at him, but stared at him from the rearview mirror for a few seconds before he looked back at her. She realigned the car when it veered off slightly.
“You’re a demon.”
“I’m still me, sweetheart, just because you don-”
To prevent further conversation, she pulled out the first cassette tape she touched and shoved it into the car deck. The ride to her family’s home was tense and irritating because Dean decided to sing along tunelessly.
It was better than having to hear his insults or cruel comments. He was funny sometimes, too, when they made pit stops… even if she currently hated him.
“Ah, here we are, awesome,” Dean murmured sarcastically as she killed the purring engine of the Impala.
“Shut up, I’m tying you up in the basement,” she glared at him. He scoffed as she got out of the driver’s seat, walking around the front of the car to unlock the door for him.
“Hey! We’ve been waiting for you!” She heard from the doorway. It was her little sister who was now walking towards them.
“I’m going to shout,” Dean told her, gazing up at her with a feigned innocent expression. Green, sparkling eyes wide and a pout that almost reminded her of when he was human.
“Shut up,” she whispered harshly before lifting her head with a sweet smile towards her sister. “Hey, Dean’s got.. an embarrassing situation going on, think you can distract everyone for the meantime?” Her sister stopped where she was, her eyes flicking to Dean for a heartbeat or two and then to her older sister.
“Sure,” Kandora shrugged, quickly turning around and jogging up to the door.
“Cute,” Dean grunted. Y/n gripped the back of his red flannel and harshly yanked him out of the car, holding back a snicker when Dean bumped his head on the top of the inside of the car. “You know, this is the body of the man you used to make love to,” he reminded her with a sneer, leaning his back against his car as she shut the door.
She smiled at him sarcastically, “yeah, and then you used this body to fuck whores, so I don’t really care.” She grabbed the middle chain between the cuffs and tugged him the whole way to the entrance where they removed their shoes.
When she was fully inside the house she could hear her sister telling a story loudly while laughing hard along with her family.
She quickly made her way down to the basement, turning the light on before pushing Dean. He stumbled over the stairs and glared back at his lover when he regained his balance.
“Smart, no one could hear me here,” he told her with a smirk. She frowned at his words, freezing in the middle of uncuffing him after leaving him over an ugly rug where a devil’s trap was painted underneath.
She had a few quick flashbacks of her and Dean having sex in the soundproof basement when they could get away from all the family time. No one could hear them—and hopefully no one knew what was going on. Those were the perks of a retired hunter family.
She undid the cuffs and he gently massaged his wrists even if they healed up quickly. She watched curiously and then looked away to hand him a few clean up supplies that weren’t necessarily dangerous to her or her family.
She turned to look at him and opened her mouth.
“Let me guess: shut up and stay put?” He smiled down at her in an attempt to be charming, but she rolled her eyes, pretending it didn’t work.
“Oh, you’re so smart,” she praised bitingly, patting his cheek in a demeaning manner. He scowled and moved away from her to clean the demon blood off himself.
She made her way back upstairs to join her family who were now somewhat silent. Music played softly in the background. Thankfully, it wasn’t irritating Christmas music, but songs she recognised were her oldest brother’s favourite songs.
The scent of her favourite food wafted up her nose, arising hunger into her stomach that growled like a great beast. The lights weren’t too bright either, which allowed her to relax when she settled in the kitchen with her family as they waited for the food to get ready.
Her mother, father, two older brothers, and little sister sat around the table doing random things waiting for the food to finish cooking.
“Honey, you made it,” her mom, Meliora, smiled happily, halting when she saw the bloody state of her daughter, but her happy expression didn’t falter.
“Hey, mom, guys,” she smiled at her family bashfully, not looking them in the eyes. “I’m gonna clean up, just wanted to say hi before going upstairs,” she informed them.
“Good, you stink,” her brother Koro snorted playfully.
“Yeah, you didn’t have to say come hi, we could already smell you were here,” her oldest brother Cenric remarked just as mischievously.
They all broke into laughter and Y/n shook her head, giving her dad, Guren, a kiss on top of his greying head before making her way out of the kitchen to clean up.
Once she was done cleaning up—wearing cosy clothes from her past that her mom kept—she made her way downstairs again. Much to her dismay, she saw Dean wearing only a black t-shirt having the time of his life telling the embarrassing story about the time she got so flustered, she spit her milkshake out into the face of a woman who flirted with her when they were undercover for a Lamia case.
She wondered how he got out of the devil’s trap. She figured that maybe her parents removed it, but that wouldn’t be safe.
He smiled brightly when he looked up and saw her, acting like nothing was wrong in the world. It looked domestic, way too painfully domestic. The casualness of him leaning against the couch next to Kandora who was holding a mug of warm Champurado in her favourite yellow mug looked too natural. He wore only some socks and really looked like a boyfriend right now.
“Hey, babe,” Dean grinned and she forced a smile, making her way to him.
“Hey.”
As he wrapped his arm around her he murmured into her slightly wet hair, “you’re so lucky.” She hummed a laugh, feigning amusement and wrapped her arm around his waist to pinch his back harshly.
He tightened his grip around her and released a strained laugh before adding to the conversation, talking to her family and answering their questions the same way he would have if he weren’t a demon.
“I know we said no partners, but Dean and I were working a last minute case,” she began explaining to her mom.
“It’s okay,” Meliora smiled, “Dean explained already.” Her mother kissed her forehead and got up to check the food. “Besides, he’ll make sure there are no leftovers that will go bad.”
“Right,” she murmured, laughing softly as her mother disappeared into the kitchen with Guren getting up to help her out as well.
It was almost normal, except he’d sneak a couple of drinks—mostly alcoholic eggnog—until she could smell it in his breath, but he seemed completely unaffected by the alcohol. It was something her family didn’t catch on to throughout the evening. Although, the only one who knew about Dean’s drinking problem was Kandora—they told each other everything.
Dean was a bit more handsy as he got less sober, and he held his tongue most times to keep the conversation appropriate and respectful, save for a couple of swear words he’d exchange with Koro as they told each other stories.
When they all sat at the dinner table to finally eat, Dean kept his hand on her thigh. Occasionally, he’d pet her, sneaking his fingers teasingly between her thighs, brushing over the thin material of her thick leggings.
In response, she’d pretend to be cute and couple-y by lifting food up into his mouth and whispering warnings into his ear. She knew it only egged him on, he’d stare at her with a little smirk and even dared to kiss her with his mouth full of food, the corner of his lips smudged with tamale sauce.
He was even playful. It would have warmed her heart, except it was very irritating and hurtful to know it wasn’t even real. When Kandora dared him to eat her mom’s spiciest salsa with his tamales, he accepted the challenge, and permitted her to serve him what she wanted him to finish.
Y/n didn’t know if he was pretending or not, half the time.
Still, Dean kept up appearances by overeating, taking at least two servings of everything, even the cherry pie her little sister made especially for him once he finished eating tamales with Meliora’s spiciest salsa.
Even she resorted to drinking eggnog with alcohol to make the night easier, to loosen up a bit as Dean got clingier. She played along with Dean and finally, she was able to get away as midnight came and her family cleaned up to go to sleep.
It sucked to watch Dean help her mother wash dishes, the way he would have if he were human. As if he were truly her Dean. She was just glad he didn’t plan on hurting them, at least so far he hasn’t tried.
He just fit in perfectly with every single one of them, the way he always did. Easily moulding himself into whatever environment he was placed in. Everyone adored him, he was always so real, so loveable, so easy to talk to. He had a light to him that no one could recreate, one everyone was drawn to like moths to a flame.
“You drank too much,” she commented as she walked upstairs to her room with Dean behind her.
“Was the only way I could deal with you and not be an asshole with your whole family there,” he grunted, stepping in front of her to open the door, falling straight into her pink bed rather than holding the door open for her or shutting it behind them.
“Real thoughtful,” she muttered, shutting and locking the door of her childhood bedroom. “Get off my bed,” she ordered, making her way next to him. He only smiled, eyes closed, trying to be cute as he snuggled her pillow, verdant eyes fluttering open as he gazed up at her through long, beautiful lashes.
“Just join me instead and we can show this bed the action it’s been missing since you moved out,” Dean purred, turning over onto his back. He reached out for her wrist and tugged her forward, catching her with his arms around her waist. “You’re criticising me for drinking, but I can smell it on you, too,” he narrowed his eyes up at her.
“Shut up,” she muttered, squirming and wiggling until he let her roll over next to him. “I can’t stand you.” She grabbed the pillow beneath his head and yanked it out with a snicker, placing it between her legs as she turned over on her side.
“I’m still me,” he retorted, turning on his side to face her back.
“So ya keep sayin’,” she mumbled in irritation, trying to make her head stop spinning when she closed her eyes.
He sighed and scooted up on the bed, staring up boredly at the pink ceiling, the bright light at the centre. He knew she wasn’t asleep, she kept moving, trying to make her drunkenness stop her from sleeping peacefully.
He knew she wasn’t going to stop being angry at him, which was a complete one-eighty from the last time he saw her. She’d begged for him to come back to her, professed her undying, unchanging love for him… now, she seemed almost disgusted by him. It made him wonder what changed.
Irritation boiled in him, even jealousy made heat rise up his chest to his ears and neck. What if there was someone else?
“I’ve always wanted to get in a hot tub,” he broke the silence, staring at the back of her head as she stilled. She grunted in response after a few moments of silence and lifted the pillow between her legs up to her mouth, tight against her stomach as the alcohol decided to turn against her. “Wanna… get in?” He asked, grasping her hip and squeezing.
“We’ll… drown..” she lied, tightening her grip on the pillow when his touch sent sparks of pleasure down to her clit.
“Nah,” he murmured, sliding his hand beneath her shirt against her warm stomach to turn her onto her back, tight against his body. “Come with me,” he murmured, sliding his hand up higher.
“Fine,” she inhaled sharply, getting up faster than she should have to avoid his touch. Dizziness from the alcohol made her stumble, but she caught herself on the wall, facing the Christian Bale poster on her wall.
“Careful,” he told her, getting up from the bed to make sure she doesn’t hurt herself.
“Let’s just go cross it off your weird bucket-list.” She made her way to the door, forgetting to unlock it as she tugged it hard.
“You’re drunker than me,” he chuckled, unlocking the door, wrapping his large warm hand over hers to turn the doorknob and open the door. She pursed her tips and unfocused her gaze on the door until he removed his hand from hers.
They quietly made their way down the stairs and she held the wall to balance herself while Dean watched her closely. Making their way blindly through the house to the backyard, Dean laughed softly to himself, which made her shush him.
“Sorry,” he whispered, completely unapologetically, “it’s just that you’re such a good girl,” he began explaining, an undertone of sexualness in his words, “I can’t believe you agreed to this.” He sighed gleefully, opening the glass door to the outside where the hot tub was.
“I… not always,” she argued, noting a few times in which she proposed scandalous ideas to him. He started to unbuckle his belt, his shirt riding up his tummy.
“No, not always,” he agreed quietly, staring straight into her eyes as she stared hungrily at the bit of exposed skin. “But you never want your family to know we have sex,” he told her, shoving his jeans down his legs, revealing the lack of boxers.
Her eyes widened and she looked away, walking past him to fill and turn the tub on. He smirked, pleased with her reaction.
“You were really loud in the basement, though,” he recalled, pulling the shirt over his head and toeing his socks off. “So pornographic,” he added dreamily. Her face heated up and she turned to glare at him. “Hey, sorry, beautiful… Come, take your clothes off.” He laughed, then bit his lip seductively, trying to reel her in with a tilt of his head.
She scoffed at him, but began removing her clothes. He shrugged and dipped his fingers into the tub, testing the waters before stepping inside. She tripped down to her bra and underwear, which he tilted his head at disappointedly with a frown. He held his hand out for her to take and carefully helped her inside.
She scooted far away from him and slid inside so only her chin rested above the water to combat the biting December wind. He rolled his eyes at her, but let her do as she wanted, staring up at the sky which was frosted with stars, the whole gated community dark and asleep.
“How’d you get out?” She broke the awkward silence, looking around the white glazed bricks separating her parent’s home and the neighbours’ homes. The lights inside were shut off, except for the Christmas lights decorating the inside and the outside of their houses. No one was awake to peep.
“Devil's trap not gonna work on something like me,” he told her smugly, playing with the water. She hummed in irritation, looking at him. “Come closer to me,” he requested, making his way halfway to her.
Begrudgingly, she made her way to him, staring curiously at his still handsome face.
“What?” She murmured, tilting her head at him. Dean gently brushed his knuckles down her cold cheek and she moved away slightly, brows furrowing with perplexity.
“You know, to really cross it off my bucket list, we need to have sex,” he reminded her. She considered his words and grimaced, moving away from him. It stung, demon or not, to see the woman who once loved him unconditionally become disgusted by the thought of sex with him.
“No,” she whispered, “we’re drunk.”
“It’s not like we haven’t done it drunk before,” he pressed, splaying his hand over her back and cupping her jaw. She inhaled and became tense, pushing him away.
“You getting separation anxiety?” She asked scathingly, hoping to change the subject. He released her reluctantly and relaxed on his side of the tub.
“From who? Sam?” Dean asked boredly, playing with the water again, his mood sour.
“Crowley.” He glared at her, this time, he pounced on her, holding the back of her head to press his mouth to hers roughly. His tongue forcibly parted her lips, tasting the sweet eggnog and bitter alcohol in her mouth. As bile rose up to her throat, she whimpered and pushed him off. “You ass!” She splashed water into his face and he growled at her, eyes flickering black.
“Why are you being difficult?” He shouted at her, gripping her arms tightly.
“I’m not some meaningless lay,” she spat, reaching up between his arms, burying her fingers into his hair to pull roughly at his longer, honey strands, until he loosened his grip on her arms and hissed.
“I never said you were,” he seethed, wrapping his hand around her throat. She tugged his hair harder and so he immediately let her go, running his fingers down his face tiredly. “Is that what this is about? The women?” He inquired casually, like they meant nothing.
“What?” She asked, crossing her arms over her chest, shuddering at the cold breeze despite the flush of alcohol and the hot water.
“You heard me,” he whispered threateningly.
“Yes! Okay?” She admitted, then sighed, tears welling up her eyes. She blinked them away and clenched her jaw to keep her breath steady. She turned away, ready to climb out of the tub when Dean grabbed her elbow, moving them both into each other.
He didn’t say anything, but for the first time since he was a demon, his green eyes were cast downward in shame and regret.
“You told me that if you couldn’t have me, no one could,” she reminded him quietly.
“I meant it,” Dean reaffirmed, pulling her closer.
“That just applied to me, then?” He remained quiet, averting his gaze from hers. “What makes you think I’m letting you go now that I have you back?” His eyes snapped back to hers and they darkened.
He leaned down to kiss her again, but this time, she took his face in both of her hands, angling his face to control the kiss. Dean wrapped his arms around her, keeping her tight against his body.
Her soft tongue smoothed over his, teeth scraping, and lips bruising. Possessive and hot, she slid one hand away from his face between his legs where his cock was already erect. She curled her hand around him, pulling a deep groan from him.
He slid his hands up her back, finding the clasp of her drenched cotton bra, darkened red from the water. He quickly rid of it as she pressed and kissed him, her hand tugging his cock slowly.
His blunt nails scraped the silky skin of her shoulders, pulling down the straps until she released him for total removal of it from her body. He walked forward with her until her back was pressed against the heated wall of the tub and pulled away from her mouth to catch his breath.
He panted against her mouth, kissed her deeply once more before trailing open-mouth kisses down her neck and shoulders. His tongue picked up warm droplets that rolled from her velvety skin, his teeth grazed her collarbones and the tendons of her neck, suctioning her pulse and the sensitive parts of her.
“Remember that cat your sister had?” He murmured against her skin, moving her up slightly to attach his lips to her nipple and remove her underwear.
“Um, yeah, Tickle-toe?” She mumbled absent-mindedly, arching her back.
“Yup,” he chuckled, removing her underwear completely, throwing it out of the tub. “Always tried getting into the room when we were having sex? And then when we finally did let him in, he’d just stand there watching, or he’d lick you, or scratch me, like it was trying to be a part,” he retold, grasping both of her thighs. “Yeah, that’s Crowley.”
She laughed softly, wrapping her arm around his shoulder, her nails digging painfully into his skin to the point of breakage. Dean moaned softly, pushing her fully against the wall of the tub, spreading her thighs wide open so they were pressed against the wall.
He nuzzled his face into hers, brushing his lips softly against hers as his cock nudged teasing through her folds and past her clit. With her free hand, she wrapped a hand around his cock and guided him to her entrance.
Dean was gentle at first, slowly pushing in while his teeth sunk into her bottom lip. The pull out and the push in was slow as he felt the drag of the water, the way it slowed him before he began to fuck her earnestly. He released her lip to smash his mouth against hers, matching the painful thrust of his hips against hers.
She clung to his waist, moaning wantonly into his mouth as his cock stretched her walls, the length of it brushing wonderfully against the most sensitive parts of her, driving her crazier and crazier, driving her deeper into pleasure.
“Think I’m gonna fuck someone this good, this raw, with this much passion?” He panted against her mouth as she pulled him closer. She gasped loudly, squeezing his cock so tightly he growled deeply against her. “D’you think I’ll ever feel this love for anyone, for someone who isn’t you?” Her toes curled and she dropped her forehead to his shoulder, moaning his name softly, pulling his body closer to hers.
“Please,” she whispered, chuckling breathlessly as he thrusted roughly and shallowly into her. He tightened his grip on her thighs, bruising her thighs, cutting her soft flesh with his fingernails, moaning with her as his body thrummed with life he hadn’t felt since he became a demon.
She squirmed as she approached her orgasm, her warm walls pulsing around his cock. Her mouth found his once more, their lips moved together messily, violently like their love, until they both fell apart.
He sucked her bottom lip and pulled away breathlessly with a smirk.
“Come with me,” he whispered, unhanding her thighs so she could wrap her legs around him instead. He held her closely, too, folding his arms around her waist.
“Ask me again in the morning,” she murmured, kissing his prickly jaw. “When I’m not drunk. When the afterglow’s gone.” She pressed her lips to the corner of his mouth and he nodded in agreement, staying in the tub for a few moments before they untangled each other's limbs.
“Will your answer be different?” He quizzed, holding her chin between his two fingers. She tongue poked out to lick her bottom lip, followed by a thoughtful bit of her lip.
“No.”
Dean dipped down to peck her lips, lingering for a few thuds of his heartbeat before pulling away and kissing the top of her head.
“I’ll stay,” he promised, moving both of them out of the tub into the freezing cold. Dripping in water, they put their clothes back on with much difficulty, laughing quietly. Somewhat drunk still, they cleared out the tub and tried to get dry with Dean’s t-shirt before heading inside to shower and sleep in her childhood bed where they continued to do unspeakable things in the darkness as quietly as they could to not be discovered.
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Eight Hands to Hold | Kraken!König x Horangi
Summary: In a world where monsters and magic run rampant, Kim Hong-Jin (nicknamed Horangi by his friends) receives a gift from a new business partner.
Notes: This is a non-military au, so neither of the boys are part of Kortac. I'm not allowing myself to start any more fics or AUs, so this will just be little snippets of the AU as we go.
Pairing: Kraken!König x Horangi
Warnings: Non-Military AU, Monster Cruelty, Unedited.
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Kim can only stare at the small creature before him as it attempts to cram itself as far into the corner of the box as it physically can. The monster – and that’s a generous term for the little octopus considering how tiny and anxious it seems – has its head buried behind its tentacles, creating pathetic little whimpers.
“Cute, right?” one of the men ask, sneering at the octopus, “he’s not so cute when he isn’t under control.” As if trying to prove his point, the man jabs a finger harshly at the writhing mass of tentacles, snickering when it squeaks and tries to curl up further.
The man lifts his hand, showcasing the soft glow of red runes marked across his skin like a glowing tattoo. Kim has seen such marks before, used to bind a monster to serving a human with powerful magic, but he’s never seen a mark so complex for a single beast. Yet even with clear evidence of its power in the numerous charms needed to keep it contained, it’s difficult to see the quivering black blob as dangerous.
He easily fakes a laugh to play in with the other men gathered for the meeting, adding a disgusted scoff for good measure. “Where did you find it? A monster with that kind of power must have been difficult to take down, no?” His heart clenches a little when he catches sight of the monster’s big, beautiful blue eyes blinking up at him. They’re wet and sad like a kicked puppy, and the tiny whimper the monster makes only sells the look further.
The other man shrugs, waving away his question, “I dunno, I bought him from a couple of mages that said he’d been harassing fishing and military boats. He’s supposed to be some sort of kraken I think?”
Now that’s interesting, no wonder such a complicated mark is needed to keep the monster under control. A kraken is a dangerous creature, said to have been touched with the strength of Cthulhu himself. Though it’s difficult to know for sure with how finicky magic tends to be and how secretive monsters are of their origins.
“Impressive,” Kim hums, leaning back further into the chair behind him, “although I am a little confused as to why you chose to bring it to our meeting?” he raises an eyebrow, doing his best to pry his eyes from the monster and focus on the man before him.
A business partner who could provide just the edge needed in such a competitive market. As much as he would enjoy telling the man exactly what he thought of mistreating another living creature, he bites his tongue, tamping down his disgust so it isn’t visible in his tone or expression.
The deal has already been completed and the finer details agreed upon and set in writing, sealed with a signature from both parties. Yet still, he cannot risk ruining things by insulting the man, irritating as he may be.
“Well, in anticipation of a successful deal, I thought it would be polite to show up with a gift!” the man’s grin is all teeth, showing off his perfectly white smile.
Kim just blinks, completely at a loss for words for a solid few seconds, “you mean the monster is-”
“A gift to solidify our partnership!” the man cuts him off, his booming voice causing the octopus to flinch away from it and Kim to grit his teeth.
“A most gracious gift,” he acknowledges slowly, “but I’m afraid I know very little about magic, I wouldn’t be able to perform the ritual to transfer ownership.”
Once again the man waves off his concerns, “don’t worry about it, Kim-“ he does his best to cringe at having his first name used, “-I’ve had several pet monsters in the past. Transferring ownership is easy, it’s binding them that’s supposed to be the hard part.” The man reaches out a hand, “just give us your arm, yeah?”
Kim gets the feeling that this person isn’t often refused and, wanting this meeting to be over as soon as possible (if only to get these people out of his hair), decides to comply. It takes what little remains of his patience to not gag when he feels the man’s sweaty palms grasp his arm.
Using a phone to find the words needed, the man proceeds to rattle off a whole long spiel in some dead language. He’s pretty sure that the pronunciation is being completely butchered, but can only watch in amazement as the crimson runes seem to gradually fade from the other man’s skin.
Where the runes vanish from one place they immediately reappear on Kim’s arm. It’s a strange sensation, hot like a brand, yet somehow painless. No doubt he’ll be feeling the strange tingling sensation in his arm for a while yet.
As soon as the short chant is complete the greasy man laughs, clapping his hands together like a delighted toddler. “Congratulations, your first monster!”
Kim doesn’t particularly feel any different, even as the runes pulse and glow. He supposed he’ll just have to take the other man’s word for it.
It takes a while to finally get the small group of men to leave – over an hour of painful chatter as Kim tries not to make it too obvious that he’s attempting to o push them out the door – and the moment the door closes he deflates. Hours of ironing out details with lawyers, each point more tedious than the last has left him weary.
When he eventually musters up the strength to straighten back up again and turn back towards his desk, he spots the little octopus. It’s crawled out of the box it was hidden within and is now perched on the desk.
One of its tentacles is poking at a pen sat precariously on the edge of the pen holder, creating almost inaudible chittering sounds as it inspects the object. Unfortunately, the action causes the pen to be displaced and it rolls off of the holder and onto the desk, landing with a loud thump.
The octopus shrieks at the sound, moving at a frankly rather impressive speed as it dives back into the safety of the box. The whole container is vibrating with how badly the monster is shaking.
Kim simply sighs. Now he has to figure out what the hell he’s supposed to do with a monster.
#writing#call of duty modern warfare#kim horangi hong jin#könig call of duty#monster au#horangi x könig#korangi
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Open Letter to Staff
@staff
Greetings. Over and over again, the ownership of tumblr has made it clear that it has absolutely no regard for the happiness of the community. Over and over again, management has made decisions that go against the very things that the community enjoy about the site. I had hoped that a lesson had been learned from the fiasco of the sexual content ban, but it appears I was wrong. The transphobic moderation and the belligerent behavior of Matt Mullenweg were bad enough. To follow that up with selling off every scrap of user-made content to AI companies without consent sealed the deal, however. Even someone with a passing knowledge of the tumblr community should have realized how deeply unpopular this move would be. But management's loyalty is not to the users.
As per @photomatt's advice, I have downloaded an archive of my blog and will be moving elsewhere.
I hope that all staff members that respect the community will land on their feet and find work at a better website once the layoffs and eventual site closure occur.
I encourage anyone that has thoughts on this issue to submit feedback directly to staff.
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Once again asking Bioware to let us go back to Serault, the marquis really is the most character of all time. Things they have to deal with include:
A cursed marquisate on the edge of the Tirashan
A possible Dalish cult(?) in the woods
A primary religion of the area that is an obscure offshoot of Andrastianism which for reasons unknown the Chantry has not dealt with in the usual murdery fashion
Close allies including a dwarf who's constantly plotting treason, a suspiciously well-informed pig farmer from Tevinter, a woman who's basically Robin Hood and someone who may have been a bodyguard of the Empress or someone of similar importance (details unknown)
The Circle for non-mages who make glass
Morrigan
A mysterious sibling who people do not want to inherit for unknown reasons
A great-aunt locked in the sealed Chantry
A sealed Chantry
An abomination great-grandfather who destroyed the family's reputation (leading to aforementioned sealed Chantry)
A potential link to Hessarian (yes, that Hessarian)
A spirit claiming ownership of the woods surrounding the town
And that's just the stuff I can think of off the top of my head! I would love to go back, get some more details, hang out with the Horned Knight, it'd be great.
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Exciting Job Opportunities in Your Area!
Missing film reels. Written for the prompt " '31 Dracfield"
--Long Ago--
Robert Montague Renfield had arrived at Castle Dracula a real estate lawyer. His office had received a letter of inquiry regarding available land in London, and Robert, he jumped at the opportunity for the assignment as soon as he heard that title- Count. A count! A foreign fellow, yes, but surely a noble foreigner. A wealthy, noble foreigner, one would be led to believe.
Robert scoured the paperwork regarding available parcels and sent the notations and descriptions and sketches and floor layouts and history and chain of ownership and prices to the Count in Transylvania and even paid for expedited post.
A week later, a letter addressed "For the eyes of Mr. RM Renfield only" arrived on his desk. Robert did his best to temper his excitement but a giggle escaped his lips as he cracked the blood-red wax seal- God, how quaint!- and found that the Count had kindly returned all the paperwork and had inscribed in flowing, elegant handwriting, that Carfax Abbey would suit his needs perfectly. Bundled with the note was partial payment for the place (a blighted spit of godforsaken marsh nestled next to a madhouse! Ah, how the wealthy spend their exorbitant sums) and... Oh.
Robert squinted at the cursive. For a foreigner, the Count wrote in excellent English. But this- it was instructions. Addressed to Robert himself.
His heart sped up as he read.
"Mr. Renfield,
I wish to discuss with you, in person, the purchase of Carfax Abbey in London. I am unable to travel at this time; however, I will at once see to it that your travel to my home is paid for in full, should you respond in the affirmative and agree to follow my instruction. I await your reply, Mister Renfield.
Your friend,
Dracula"
Your friend.
Robert did not discuss it with his wife or with his fellow solicitors. He tucked the letter inside his suitcoat, pressed firmly against his heart, and sent his response in secret. He felt as though he was to soon embark on an incredible journey.
The Count's response came within days. Robert ran his fingertips over the wax seal- this time, stamped not with a plain sort of stamp, but with what was undoubtably the design of the Count's family crest- and carefully shattered it. Inside were joyous salutations, a boarding pass for a ship leaving from London, a train ticket, a beautifully etched map, and instructions.
"Tell no soul where it is you are heading. Not friend nor lover. Your travel and arrival to my home must be bathed in the utmost secrecy."
Robert idly traced the word 'lover.' How peculiar of the Count to not say 'wife.' Surely he had mentioned Elizabeth in previous correspondence. What sort of family man didn't mention his family in the work hours? A married father makes more money than a confirmed bachelor. Right?
Robert brought the letter close and breathed deep. The paper was perfumed, just barely so, but he could smell something enchanting on it.
He borrowed books from the library and read all he could concerning Transylvania, so as to not look or sound foolish in his travels. He told his wife he would be going on a business trip two days before the ship was set to sail.
"Where to?"
"Ah, well, my client wishes me to keep that private."
Elizabeth looked at him from the vanity. This was how a great deal of their conversations took place now, her at the vanity in her nightgown, brushing her hair, he sitting on the edge of their bed in his pajamas. Dinner conversation (whenever Robert was present in the house and not working late) was focused mostly on their daughter and her schoolyard exploits.
"You can't tell me where you'll be going?"
"No, dear."
"What if something happens to Lillian? How would I get word to you?"
Robert looked down at his hands.
"And how long will you be gone?"
Robert fought the urge to simply shrug and said "my client wishes to discuss his purchase, and I'm to bring paperwork for him to sign. It shouldn't have me away for more than a week, maybe two if the weather turns."
Elizabeth stood and crossed the space between them. Her expression was unreadable, as was the case most of the time these days. Robert took her hand in his and looked up at her, eyes pleading.
"Elizabeth, I don't mean to be crass, but he's rich. He is nobility. This is my chance to get the life I- we, the life we deserve. The life Lillian deserves." He gently squeezed her hand, her wedding ring pressing into his palm.
Elizabeth sighed. "You'll go whether or not I support you going. So go." She took her hand from his and got in bed. "I will make up a story for Lillian," she said. "Because Lillian will ask where you've gone."
Robert approached his side of the bed.
"I- I'm going to take you and Lillian with me to London. She'll see me board the ship." He chuckled. "So, your story will start with a little sea faring."
Catherine was quiet.
Robert slept and dreamed of being consumed by shadows.
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Robert Montague Renfield had arrived at Castle Dracula a real estate lawyer. He had followed the Count's instructions implicitly, telling no soul of his final destination. The castle was shockingly dilapidated, but Robert pressed on, hoping, perhaps, that the disrepair and decay of the castle simply belied how miserly the Count has become with his vast fortunes; maybe the Count elected to hoard his wealth like a dragon instead of purchasing materials and labour for the upkeep of the stonework and such.
Robert gladly accepted drink from the Count and noticed the Count poured nothing for himself.
"I never drink... wine," the Count said with a smile that exposed sharp, sharp teeth.
The wine or something in it sent Robert to the floor. He woke, barely, to the sensation of fingernails stroking his face. He could have sworn he had heard women's voices before opening his eyes. Odd.
Dracula was crouched over him, staring. Robert swallowed, Adam's apple bobbing.
"The wine is strong for you," Dracula said, grinning. Robert was blushing. He knew he was.
"Um, y-yes, I think so."
Dracula's fingers ghosted over the exposed skin of Robert's neck and Robert gasped at the cool touch that set a fire in him.
"Your heart is so loud, Mister Renfield," Dracula chuckled.
Robert whimpered. He felt, suddenly, incredibly exposed, as though the Count's gaze had penetrated the depths of his soul, where he hid his truest self.
Dracula leaned down and kissed him. Robert's eyes fluttered closed and his arms, sluggishly, raised, fingers grasping at the Count's shoulders.
Robert whined when the Count broke the kiss. He sat up, dizzy still.
"You have had to hide yourself for so long," the Count cooed, stroking Robert's hair. "No use trying to hide from me."
Robert felt tears rolling down his face. Too many conflicting feelings and the wine and the lips and the crucifix, gone, torn away, a millstone unmoored from his neck.
"I am alone here," Dracula purred, still petting the bewildered lawyer. "You will stay here, with me, being my assistant."
"I... I will?"
Dracula smiled, eyes shining.
"You will make a very good assistant, Mister Renfield."
Dracula tilted Robert's chin up and leaned so close Robert could feel the Count's lips on his neck.
"I - yes. Yes, I will."
The Count sank his teeth into Robert's flesh.
"Yes-!"
#renfield#dracfield#Elizabeth Catherine Renfield loved Robert in her own quiet way okay#dracfield week
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Content warning for engine abuse
So a while back I had an idea for a ttte story where there was this Railway on the Main Land that requests to loan an engine from Sodor for a time. I haven’t decided which engine it would be, but it was one that the Fat Controller believed to have felt underappreciated at the time - for now let’s just call them “X”.
Everyone who worked on this railway was incredibly kind and made X feel more than at home. Oddly enough, all the other engines working on there were faceless, which did concern X at first, but it also meant there was more of an excited buzz whenever X was in the human worker’s presence. By the time the loan period came to an end, the engine was sad to go back, having genuinely enjoyed working for them.
That is until several months later when that very same railway requests to loan another engine. The moment X catches wind of this, they practically beg the Fat Controller to let them be the one to go again, claiming that they already know the ins and outs of working there. Once again, the workers were very welcoming, overjoyed to see X return. And again when the time came for X to return home they were saddened at the thought of leaving. However, on X’s last day there, the controller of this railway makes a proposition.
He wanted to purchase X from the North Western Railway.
Obviously it was a big decision to make, Sodor had been their home for many, many years. He gave X some time to think it over. When X did return home, life on the North Western just didn’t seem as fulfilling as before. People weren’t as excited to see them as they were on the other railway. Whatever work X did in the yard wasn’t enough either, the human workers there showing almost no appreciation for X’s help. And an argument with fellow engines at the sheds during the night sealed the deal for X. Papers were signed, money was handed over, and a send off was arranged for the departing engine, although it was bittersweet given the aforementioned argument was still fresh in everyone’s mind.
Off this engine went to the Main Land, excited to turn over a new leaf. Upon X’s arrival at their new railway, something immediately seemed off, the controller barely acknowledged their presence and promptly put X to work. The warm, friendly human workers suddenly seemed cold and uncaring, snapping at X for the smallest mistake. All except for the engine’s new driver who preferred to silently get on with their work and turning a blind eye to the insults his colleagues sent his engine’s way.
It took about 4 days before X had had enough and refused to work any longer and when the controller arrived on the scene, X threatened to return to their old railway if things didn’t change. The controller just laughed and waved the paperwork that proved X belonged to him in their face. Even if X tried to return, the controller had legal ownership of them. He gave X an hour to decide if they were going to continue working or continue striking, the latter of which they would be severely punished for.
X was too stubborn.
60 minutes passed and the controller returned. Much to the engine’s confusion, the human clambered up into their cab. With a flip of the engine’s override, the man took full control of X and drove them both to the railway’s workshop. X began to panic, wondering if this was it. Why did they ever choose to leave Sodor? A couple of compliments and special treatment, was that really all it took for them to leave their old life behind? Sure things on Sodor weren’t always peachy, but they had friends, a job they loved, a caring driver and a controller who would absolutely not stand for any of this.
X’s worry lessened at the sight of paint cans being retrieved. A new livery? Surely that alone couldn’t have been the “sever punishment”. X was correct, as its eyes landed on something large and made of steel being lifted by a crane. A false smokebox, as the controller happily provided. If X did not want to comply with free will, then they will be treated as a faceless engine and made to look the part with the dummy smokebox completely engulfing the engine’s face. X begged and pleaded, saying that they would be good, they would comply. But it was too late, their voice unable to penetrate their new prison.
X didn’t see the sun again for a very long time.
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Close to a year later Henry was out pulling the Kipper when something collided with the back of his train. A couple trucks were damaged but Henry and his driver were otherwise unarmed. His driver and guard went to inspect the situation. There shouldn't have been any other trains on this line at that time.
And yet, there on its side lay a faceless engine.
#ttte#X is not an oc#I just keep going back and forth over which character it would be#I'm sorry if the writing is garbage i needed to spit this out before I forget about it for another several months#this idea has been with me since earlier 2021#and where I originally put the manual override in my universe#why do i always choose to do writing when i don't feel well lmao
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frostbite, 007
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TO SAY HE WAS PUT IN A TRAP
would be less. Even traps have chances of being escapable but what was presented in front of him had no means of escaping. He was afraid of how much more detail Y/N knew about him so trying to defy her would only make it worse and just like any intelligent person, he agreed "Fine, I'll shift the ownership under your name but all the illegal changes need to be done."
Y/N smiled at his response and took out her pen that was ready to be signed with on the property papers. Meanwhile, the harbingers in the other room listening in to the conversation suddenly hit a realisation. "Wait... she could've just given me the information about Baruch and I would've threatened him to just hand it over to me. What didn't she do that?!" Arlecchino questioned and all the other harbingers could only sigh as a response.
"Is that head of yours empty or what?" Pantalone asked "Obviously she wanted the House of Hearth and it's given that she wouldn't reveal such information to someone who always picks fights with her." He taunted and Arlecchino took out her sword ready to slit Pantalone's throat but was stopped by Columbina.
Y/N shook hands with Baruch as a final seal to their deal and exited the room to enter the one where the other harbingers were. "I told you that I can fix it in a matter of seconds." She said while waving the property papers at them. "That coat looks nice on you" Pantalone stated and smiled at her but his words went unheard as Y/N shifted all her attention to Arlecchino. "We can complete the rest of the process together alright? We'll have to make one trip to Fontaine" She smiled and then looked at Pierro with her expressions darkening as she spoke the next words "and get the hydro gnosis as well."
"Won't you be recognised in Fontaine? Hope has it's main headquarters there so..." Childe spoke up.
"No one knows that I am the owner except one person who is the owner of Hope in the eyes of everyone."
"Why are things that way?" Capitano asked and this was the limit to how many questions she could take on "You guys seriously ask too many questions. At this point, you know more about me than I know about any of you! Obviously, I couldn't open up a headquarters of a large-scaled company in a nation I don't belong to. I needed a person who could operate it while I stay in my dear country... there were many reasons to why things turned out this way so if I am asked another question about Hope, I'll kill you"
"Yeah stop with this trivia that's been going on for so long. We need to prepare a plan to get the hydro gnosis... The explosion in the institute was successfully carried away, so I think we can move forward with the plan" Pierro said and got up from his seat "Let's not divert ourselves from our main objective"
"Sorry to intervene in the conversation but Lady Sandrone is back" One of the fatui agents mentioned and exited the room just as quickly as he entered after delivering the message.
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"We found them all dead" Sandrone mentioned and sipped her tea as if the information she just mentioned wasn't a bad one. "Well... more documents to go through" Pantalone sighed and fixed his glasses "What do we write the cause of death as? They all died a worthless death, not even worth compensating for."
"They were all... the children of the orphanage..." Arlecchino muttered but the silence in the room made it audible enough for everyone to hear. "No family... they were alone in this world... who are you going to compensate to!!" She shouted, "Let me see them!"
"Well... you can but I have to warn you... the sight will be dreadful" Sandrone stated and Arlecchino clenched her fist to the point that blood started dripping from her palm. House of the Hearth... an orphanage with the sole motive of providing necessities to all the orphans from the continent and also the only place that was close to Arlecchino so, knowing the fact that team A and Z that contained only the members who were raised in House of the Hearth were now dead... left a huge impact on her. She was the first to leave the room and no one had a single word to say regarding the matter.
None of the other harbingers cared what had just happened. Their own personal agendas were enough for them to put all their attention on. "You guys are heartless..." Y/N spoke up while clearly not showing any remorse on her face. Those were just vain words with no meaning "You defiantly don't care about the agents that have no family right? But... I am pretty sure everyone in the orphanage considers each other closer than actual blood relation."
"You can't mourn over every soldier that dies in battle" Pulcinella stated "Sacrifice for the greater cause is necessary."
"Greater cause huh..." she mumbled.
"Her majesty, the Tsaritsa's special day is approaching so before we plan about getting our hand on the hydro gnosis, let's prepare for the grand banquet" Pierro announced.
"But wouldn't the hydro gnosis be a great gift to the Tsaritsa?" Pantalone asked.
"It would indeed be a great gift but I am not sure that we will be able to acquire it before her birthday approaches."
"Damn... The fatui does celebrations and stuff? I thought you guys were all serious all the time" Y/N stated dumbfoundedly but the response to her statement was met with a scream from Childe.
"Ahhh!!"
"What happened?" Pulcinella asked and Childe pointed towards Y/N, shifting everyone attention to her. "Your wound opened up what the fuck!!"
"Noooo the coat!!" Pantalone cried and Capitano looked at him like 'Are you for real dude?'
I hope you enjoyed it <3
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RGG/Yakuza/Judgement in the Entertainment Industry
YAKUZA
Kiryu: Ascended singer/back up dancer now a professional fighter. With Nishiki he was part of the Sunflower Boys Club (like Disney micky mouse club ya dig). In his younger he even had a (successful) duo with Nishiki named (idk the name fam but their duo would be a male japanese 80’s duo WINK). But this only created a gap between the two where Kiryu was getting noticed more and contacted by various types of deals (commercials, mc host deal, acting, etc,), the public treated Nishiki like a side dish (the Beyonce treatment).
The deal sealed itself at the death of their company owner Kazama, and closely after when their manager Kashiwagi resigned from its position and the industry as a whole. After a long break and reflection, Kiryu still wanted to reunite the duo and rebrand into something more mature, but Nishiki refused and broke his contract to go his own way. Kiryu did the same in professional fighting where he is at the top of what they have to offer
Nishiki: once known as everyone boyfriend, the lovely Nishiki (play BOYFRIEND – Love Style). Rebranded with his whole name Akira Nishikiyama as a professional racer leaving all his links with kazama’s company behind him. He plays it lowkey and he is actually not bad (more like a silver or bronze type of good but not the top game). Nishiki remained petty and hate any discussions about Kiryu with the media/public especially since Nick Ogata leaked out that a girl was the main reason and the source of the duo’s breakup and Nishiki’s bitterness towards Kiryu
Yumi: Actress
Kashiwagi: Manager (precisely Nishiki and Kiryu’s), now retired.
Haruka: Idol (off course)
Majima: MC and variety show host and part-time fighter. Actually, most of his wealth comes from owing stuff (most people don’t know the depth of what he owns). His occasional fights with Kiryu gets the most ratings. We can even catch him on baking competitions and dancing with the stars and the local drag race, yah majima the funky ‘’businessman’’
Saejima: MMA Fighter.
Akiyama: Funky & Rich golf player.
Tachibana: Real estate owner.
Jun Oda: Tachibana’s bodyguard
Daigo: rookie but hella successful news presenter
Mine: Lawyer attached to famous cases especially defending the guilty. The dude the girlies are simping for on Tik Tok.
Shinida: Baseball player.
Nishida: Cameraman or TV crew member Majima keeps calling his assistant.
Ryuji: grown Disney kid who ascended to legit model-hood but loves to puts his nose in everything. Rumors says he spent time in jail. Somehow has hella cash and people on social media likes him. His rants get millions of view, He always beefing with someone on Twitter and in real life (guilty or not). Aside from his antics, he has his hand in ownership of many brands and large businesses mostly coming from his father’s heritage and shady business practices. People loves to undermine his talent when it comes to investments and overall finance.
Reina: professional guitarist of an indie jazz band
rikiya: aspiring actor, currently everyone sweetheart and part of all the series famous with the youth these days. Part of the main cast from series trending on Netflix.
Hana: kpop group coordinator (the girl who do the clothes)
Baba: Aspiring but still struggling SoundCloud rapper
Mayumi: center of a girl group. HyunA of a group with the aesthetic of the girl group SECRET.
Date: a famous lawyer always involved in big cases.
YAKUZA 7/LIKE A DRAGON
Ichiban: Athlete, (I see soccer). Using his name into it: Ichiban is always number one. Here’s goes the lighting bringing the fire in the place. He is the one, he is number one, ICHIBANNNNNNNNNN, GOALLLLLLLLLL
Nanba: high-scale gardener or theater actor
Saeko: Ascended girl group member who branched off from the duo she was doing with her sister Nanoha. Dipping into acting. I would see as a professional dancer too a regular at dancing with the stars type stuff
Adachi: Senior Actor.
Eri: News presenter?
Han Joongi: Visual of kpop group (group the caliber of DBSK or ZE:A)
Zhao: Son of a rich Chinese businessman, nobody is sure where he actually lies since he touches a little bit at everything. But he is a heavy and popular presence in social media. You can find in all kinds of variety show/reality tv but he getting more credits for his cooking skills and inventions getting him top class restaurants. RGG’s Huang Zi Tao.
Masumi Arakawa: Japanese morgan freeman
Masato Arakawa/ ryo aoki: A son of a wealthy man who seems to do well with his acting career.
Ishioda: Rival MC of various shows.
Jo sawashiro: Lawyer
Mabuchi: architect
Seoghui: Solo singer/dancer with her back up dancers.
Hajime Ogasawara: Kpop member turned actor
Nick ogata: MC of all types of shows. Radio host. Walking TMZ.
JUDGES EYES/LOST JUDGEMENT
Yagami: Actor or baseball player.
Kaito: Boxer
Tesso: Olympic athele (mhhhh gymnastics or athletism)
Higashi: Classical musical player or conductor, people still scratiching their head how the heck he met kaito
Sugiura: new generation kpop group member. Like the new hot stuff these days (ATEEZ, Stray Kids type stuff)
Tsukumo: music composer like yasutaka Nakata or a really lucrative indie gamer/youtuber
Hamura: Senior Actor (who can get away with sexual assault charges)
Kuroiwa: Top class actor with a Gold-tier PR team.
Kyoko amasawa: that girl who lead in show like idol school, aspiring top scale idol praised for being rebellious and not caring what people think of her. In a group like Le Sserafim.
Kengo: Professional BMX-er and your rapper who somehow made it trough shows like show me the money.
Hoshino: overlooked k-pop band member
Akutsu: basketball player
Soma: a dude full of cash who owns a lot of stuff (like akutsu’s basketball team)
Sawa-sensei: Miss meteo.
#judgement headcanons#judge eyes#lost judgment#rgg#yakuza#rgg headcanons#rgg imagines#yakuza imagines#lost judgement headcanons#like a dragon#ryu ga gotoku#ryu ga gotoku headcanons#imagines#headcanons#kiryu kazuma#majima goro
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It's me lol so I have a question this maybe dumb and maybe I didnt recognize it cause my brain is rotted with this show but do u know the moment or have a guess when kinn and Porsche actually started to be in a relationship cause this whole time in ep 7 I was like wait THEY ARE TOGETHER TOGETHER NOW!!?!!?!? SINCE WHEN lol so idk if I missed it but if they did when was it i feel like i probably missed it😭
Hi my love!
Lol you’re not the only one that was at first shocked by their new relationship but I think rewatching it, it is laid out for us to see. Basically in the hospital scene Kinn asks Porsche why he came back, I think because Porsche kissed him in such a passionate and vulnerable way with both of them open to letting the one know they view them romantically, when he returned to save Kinn (but he also admits it’s because he wanted to) that essentially moved their relationship to both of them understanding how they felt.
So in the hospital side story when Porsche tries to kind of return back to their dynamic due to his uncertainty about what they were Kinn asking him to sleep by his side and then telling him that he also had done things without a reason and then asking him to call his brother sealed Porsche’s next move and confirmed their relationship. When Porsche turns to Kinn and slowly moves closer and holds his hand and then lays on him, that’s the moment they both accepted their relationship being more than what it was. They didn’t need to vocally confirm it yet or even say I love you like Porsche has done in episode 7. They both just knew that they had finally moved their relationship to a new level and that they both cared seriously about each other.
So they were meant to be in a honeymoon state but then Vegas I think disrupted that and so the focus became more on Porsche returning and Kinn asking him to be careful, but they still haven’t fully labelled what they are and they still have some moments where they don’t wanna be exposed like Kinn not wanting to be seen as jealous (because of his fathers words in his head but also pride) and Porsche trying to get that out of him. This is the reason why Porsche was very happy and turned on by Kinn showing up to save him from Vegas, that’s his man so he enjoyed Kinn showing ownership and then he switched he realised it wasn’t positive and then later exploded vulnerably that he did love him. So they both know they’re romantic and they’re meant to be in a honeymoon state where they’re just obsessed and happy with each other and also we know they’re very hungry and passionate when it comes to each other. The new change to their relationship making them more loveydovey was shown in the hospital side story (which is why they showed it to us) because it was them fully letting each other know that they were now each other’s and now together. Also it’s hinted but not fully shown (but novel readers got it) since the forest scene they haven’t been able to sleep without each other hence why it was a big deal when Kinn said you can’t sleep can you and escaped and showed up when Porsche was lovingly wanting him to give him supportive words.
I dont think their relationship is rushed it still has cracks because of unhealed truama and dangerous surroundings of the mafia setting but it makes sense how the forest scene was just them telling each other that they want to be together. Because again episode 5 after they slept together, was just Porsche trying to find out what Kinn wanted after he dealt with trauma and Kinn going to see him and then fighting in the forest at first was just them being childish but once they kissed in the waterfall they opened the gates there, then the next time they kissed was Porsche confirming for both of them what they felt and then Porsche returning and the hospital scenes convo sealed it for them.
So yep hope that helped hun ❤️
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Day 5 JayTim Week 2022
Day 5: Wet Clothes/Stripping Down or Pirate AU
Quarry
Clear blue skies, calm waters, it was a pretty day all around to be out at sea. Tim had even settled for wearing a plain tunic with trousers and boots, tying his hair back in a low ponytail. Something simple for a great day. What was about to make this day even better though, was that Tim had spotted one of the King’s merchant ships; a merchant ship with a red flag on the bow. A perfect quarry for a perfect day. Tim smirked, calling an all hands on deck as they headed for what was a promising reward.
Taking over the ship was routine and subduing the crew even easier. Tim walked down the line of tied up crew mates until he got to the captain. Using the flat of the blade of his sword, Tim lifted the downturned face
The face was familiar. Tousled black hair with a strip of white, turquoise eyes, and roguish features twisted in a scowl promising retribution. Tim smirked, “Captain Todd. It’s a pleasure to find your handsome face out on the sea again. That eager to see my pretty face after the last time I ran you off?” He purred.
“Fuck. You. Take what you want and be gone. No one here has done a thing to you. So spare the crew and take the goods you so seek.” Jason growled.
“Hmmm…” Tim contemplated looking up and down the line of the handful of crew before his eyes landed on a covered mass of wood. “Put the crew in the lifeboat, but leave the captain with me.” Tim ordered, violet-blue eyes looking into turquoise in satisfaction, “He’s mine.”
Jason glared at Tim while the lifeboat was loaded before Tim was moving him towards the pirate ship. “Make sure to grab the goods and then destroy the ship!” Tim ordered, before leaving his crew to the duties assigned to deal with Jason.
Shoving Jason into his quarters, Tim closed the door, leaning back on it before giving the other a gleeful smile. “Another success?”
Jason laughed, untying the rope from around his wrists and throwing off the blue coat of a royal captain. “You know it babybird. Magnificent as always.” He drawled, stalking over to cage Tim in.
Tim scoffed, “What did you expect anything less?” He glared up with what Jason would call a pout.
“Course not. Just forget how amazing you are when I go weeks without seeing ya. Fall in love with you all over again.” Jason smiled, leaning down to softly seal their lips together.
Tim sighed into it, moving back momentarily to breathe out, “You’re such a sap.” Before kissing him again.
Jason chuckled, “Yeah, well I’m yours apparently. Don’t think I missed that declaration of ownership back there. Got me all hot and bothered.”
Tim laughed before batting his eyelashes, “Well, seems to me, we need to do something about that. You know, make up for those weeks you were gone.”
“You got something in mind pretty bird?” Jason asked lowly. Tim smirked before reaching up and yanking Jason down in a searing kiss. “I can think of a few things.” Tim whispered, kissing him again.
Yeah, a pretty day, calm seas, a great haul, but Tim. Tim got the best of it all he thinks.
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Shout out to the character Dr Mud, a raised by Situation Comedies and an Eldritch head of house, born to seal her parents' business deal and informed if they were binary trans they'd have to choose the masculine of their mother's name
For being the straw that broke through to me that I may have some complex feelings about parents, class, expectation, and ownership
HMMMM!!!! yeah that absolutely tracks aknsdkfjnfg
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Stroked By Madonna | Kurtbastian AU
Pairing: Kurt Hummel/Sebastian Smythe
Fandom: Glee
Rating: explicit
Tags: Cheerios AU, cheerleader!Kurt, explicit sexual content, dry humping
10,888 words | 1/1 chapters | completed
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Summary: The one where Sebastian and Quinn grew apart after he moved to Paris and now he's back in the 'States and wants to rekindle their friendship. Not much rekindling happens between those two because it felt like stepping back into each other's lives as if they'd only be gone a day. However, the boy in the Cheerio's uniform catches Sebastian's eye in a different way.
1
To say the Smythe’s and Fabray’s are friends would almost be putting it lightly.
Judy Fabray and Charlotte Smythe had been childhood best friends - with their maiden names, of course - and had grown up and gone off to college together, where they both met their husbands. Different years, but still as wild college girls nonetheless.
The girls had drifted apart due to two reasons: one, when Greg Smythe had gotten ownership of his father’s law firm and the pair had to move well over two hours away; and two, when Charlotte had gotten pregnant with her oldest son. Judy had been fighting infertility and really wanted to support her best friend’s growing family but it was just hard, especially with the move. Then when the new parents popped out another child - a girl this time - not long afterward, Judy felt the tight clutches of jealousy.
It wasn’t until four years after that when Judy had had her first daughter - Frannie - that she finally gave up on her old and gratuitous feelings towards the Smythe clan. Their friendship began to rekindle, which both of their husbands were happy about, for different reasons: Greg was glad to have his wife happy once again with her best friend, and Russel was glad that his wife had someone to keep her out of his hair.
The thing that really sealed the deal of their reawakened friendship was both women getting pregnant with their youngest children at the same damn time.
As in, Charlotte invited Judy out to lunch and brought the good news. To which Judy had responded with, “no, that’s what I wanted to tell you!” Both of them waving positive pregnancy tests like lunatics in a public setting.
They went through every stage of their pregnancies together, every appointment was double-booked, and they went to a doctor in Westerville because Charlotte’s obstetrician was nicer than Judy’s had been.
To say their children were destined to grow up as best friends was also putting it lightly.
Sebastian smiled as he recounted all of their families’ history while he drove to Lima. It was a bit of a drive, but it was worth it - if the excitement that tingled up his arms and legs the closer he got to the stupid public school told him anything. He was on his way to see Quinn again after three years- holy crap, has it really been that long?
Yes, yes it has.
He moved away to Paris when the two of them were thirteen years old because the opportunity had presented itself while his father had incorporated an international branch of his law firm that had a center in France. His maternal grandparents had been living in France full-time so he stayed a little longer than his parents had. Now he was back in the ‘States and one of the first people he got into contact with again after seeing his siblings was the one and only, Quinn Fabray.
They had set up a little dinner-friendship-date thing for this Friday afternoon/evening because he hadn’t been officially enrolled at Dalton yet and had the day off still. He was to pick her up after her cheerleading practice and tell her all about his time in Paris.
“Oh, Va te faire foutre !” Sebastian yells at the car in front of him that just cut him off in an attempt to pass him. “Is 85 on the fucking highway not fast enough for you, salaud ?!” He is barely aware of himself switching to French insults; they sound much more aggressive anyway, he decides. ( a/n: online translation: ‘go fuck yourself’ and ‘bastard’)
He presses the button to roll his window back up - yes he’d rolled it down to channel his road rage, sue him - and flips his blinker on to pull off of the highway at his rightful exit. Surprisingly enough, Sebastian was able to learn to drive while overseas and maintain his skill over here - the main difference being once he got his American license (which is one of the first things that he did upon arriving home for the new school year) he is able to drive by himself.
The freedom was astounding, to say the least.
It’s not long after that he is pulling into a near-empty parking lot at McKinley High at quarter to five o’clock. Once parked, he pulls his phone out to let Quinn know that he is here.
From Sebastian:
Sweetcheeks, I’m here so don’t make me wait :p
Her response isn’t nearly as teasing as his.
From Quinn:
Fucker, come out to the stadium. practice is still going
This makes him stop for a second because what? Who the hell did she think he was? Quinn was one of the very first people he’d come out to as gay-
(young, almost-teenaged them sitting on her bedroom floor while their moms were gossiping in the living room, and Quinn had been talking about the boy who was in the 8th grade that she liked and he carefully told her about the boy he liked, she was barely phased)
-and so why did she now think that he would want to watch a bunch of girls prance around in short skirts? Sure, he found it easy to get girls’ attention - it was mostly the height, he’s sure - but that doesn’t mean that he wants their attention.
As much as he’s bitching to himself, he does get out of his car and walk towards the school. He leaves his jacket because the sun beating down warms his skin instantly, leaving him in dark jeans, converse, and a simple t-shirt. He presses the lock button on his key fob once he’s a couple of steps away and turns towards the side of the school where he hears a loud whistle and a mixture of voices.
What is he supposed to do? Sit on the bleachers and just wait for her to finish? He rolls his eyes mentally and squints around the corner of the building and isn’t surprised to hear music and a section of the squad going through a routine. Just like he’d imagined, short skirts were popping to show off as much skin as possible, considering they’re all minors.
Sebastian sighs and walks himself over to the bleachers. He’s glad that he’s not wearing lighter pants because these public bleachers are bound to be filthy and if they get too dirty he’s making Fabray pay for them.
All thoughts of his distaste for his seating arrangement completely evaporate when he looks up at the same moment that she spots him. Her arm shoots up in an enthusiastic wave and he can’t help the smile that bursts from his lips and his hand comes up in a returning wave. God, he’s missed her. They both have grown up and even though he’s seen pictures of her over the years, it is nothing like seeing her in the adorable red and white uniform, and holy shit- when did she get boobs and an ass? He might be gay, but he isn’t blind to her attractiveness.
He shakes his head fondly at her when she stops bouncing to make a face at him, to which he instantly sticks his tongue out at her. She’s called away by her coach after that and she gathers with a handful of the others on her team.
It looks like they are wrapping up their practice and so Sebastian settles back into his seat and just looks around. There are a lot of red-and-white-adorned children on the field, some stretching, some running through bits of their routines, a lot are chatting amongst themselves, and others are just sitting on the ground.
Sebastian is sitting on the second row of the bleachers and about ten feet from the first small group of cheerleaders who are helping each other stretch. He is pleasantly surprised to find there is about an even amount of guys on the team than there are girls. One in particular, whose Sebastian’s eyes are drawn to the moment that he kicks his foot high up into the air, is hanging around a group of three others - two girls, another boy, and himself.
One of the others, a bigger, dark-skinned, and curly-haired girl, catches his foot mid-swing and shoots her arm straight up above his and her heads. He reacts and moves gracefully and ends up balanced on his one leg placed firmly onto the turf and his other leg pointed straight up to the sky so that he was bent at a 90-degree angle.
Sebastian gasps out loud; goddamn , he thinks, he is flexible.
It’s not just the pose - that he is still holding and not even shaking a bit - that makes Sebastian not want to look away, but it’s how effortlessly he’d not let his friend surprise him by the move and just twisted into position.
Part of Sebastian knows that he’s a cheerleader and he shouldn’t be that surprised at the athleticism, but another part of his can’t help but track the slight bow in his back and then the bulge of his crotch as he drops his leg back to a regular standing position - Sebastian feels his ears heat up from more than just the sun.
Then his eyes trail up to the boy’s face and fuck, he’s beautiful. And not just ‘hot guy’ beautiful, but pretty. His hair lays fluffy and limp across his forehead and his round cheeks pull up in a smile and his chest heaves with his laughter. He’s so different than anyone else that Sebastian has been attracted to - he usually goes for tall and muscular - but he can’t really pull his eyes away this time.
That is until the boy looks his way and forces Sebastian to duck his head down and his cheeks to redden embarrassingly. He shrinks down in his seat a little, barely even noticing the grit under his ass from the dirty fucking bleachers, and looks up again to resolutely find Quinn. He wonders if she is ready to go because it’s usually not Sebastian who is found staring open-mouthly at boys but the other way around.
Instead, he watches her march back out onto the field right as the coach is bringing the megaphone up to her mouth to bark out orders on how to start the next number.
He groans and rubs a hand down his face irritably.
2
Unaware of how much time has passed, Sebastian finally sighs in relief when he hears the coach dismiss the entire team. He stands up reflexively and dusts off his pants and steps down to the bleachers.
Sometime after Sebastian had arrived, an older man - possibly a father of one of the girls or something - had come in from the other side of the bleachers and sat down a respectable distance away. The two of them walk down the metal steps now, Sebastian follows him to the gate on the fence that opens up to the field itself.
He takes about ten steps on the turf before he hears her, “Sebby!!” is all the warning he gets before he suddenly has an armful of Quinn Fabray.
“Heyy!” he laughs loudly, squeezing her tightly. He takes a few deep breaths and she smells disgustingly like grass, sweat, and hard work, but underneath all of that, she still smells like Quinn. Which is a stupid thing to think because he hasn’t seen her in years, but God, she is amazing and he has missed her so much more than he’d realized until this moment.
“Fabray, get off your boy toy and get packed up!” A voice from behind her barks.
The two of them look up when a bunch of fellow cheerleaders laughs - including The Boy and his friends, Sebastian realizes much to his own chagrin - and his eyes flit to the sneering Latino girl who’d made the comment.
When he looks back at him , though, his face is twisted into a not-so-pleasant look, but Sebastian doesn’t focus much on it before Quinn is yelling again.
“Oh screw you, Lopez,” she says, stepping out of the embrace to face their crowd. She still had a matching stupid grin on her face and so he thinks that it’s all friendly here. She reaches back without looking to pat his chest and taunts, “You’re just jealous because none of your boys look this good!”
He doesn’t really stop touching her, his hand resting easily on her shoulder, and isn’t surprised at the ooo’s and aaa’s that they are rewarded with at that comment. He feels his cheeks heat up again when he looks around he notices more than one pair of eyes turned to look at him.
“Oh please,” Quinn waves them away, “we’re not together so just calm down.”
She finally walks away to go get her things and he is left to stand there awkwardly while he shoves his hands in his front pockets and rocks on his feet. One of the last pairs of eyes to leave him, Sebastian notices, is The Boy’s.
If he was more confident, he would have followed Quinn into the throng of people leaving and chatted with a couple of them, except that he really isn’t that confident being at this school. So he stands as off to the side as he can manage and scuffs his sneaker against the ground, hoping that Quinn doesn’t take too long.
“ Fendi jeans, what are you- obnoxiously rich or something?”
The high-pitched, silvery voice makes Sebastian’s head snap up. He meets iridescently blue eyes and raised eyebrows in a judgemental look. He’s standing alone in front of Sebastian and without his friends, but the taller boy can see the couple of them walking towards them - including the one who’d grabbed his foot earlier.
“I… uh,” he says elegantly. “No?”
A puff of laughter leaves his chest and he brings a hand to his hip, body cocked with sass and confidence and damn, ok. Sebastian has no idea what to say or do.
“Please,” the boy says, “ Fendi jeans go for like 500 dollars apiece, I’d recognize the brand anywhere.”
Sebastian dumbly looks down at his own pants and his tongue suddenly feels too big in his mouth. And what the fuck was happening to him? He was breaking boys’ hearts left in right before he came back to America (finding that he was growing into his looks quite nicely) so why could he barely speak in front of this one?
“I guess, I got them from like... My grandparents?” he needed to stop ending everything as a fucking question. He’s sure the boy isn’t attracted to bumbling idiots like he’s acting right now.
“Grandparents, huh? You a trust fund baby then?” His friends have caught up to him and one stands on either side of him, the other a girl no taller than he is with black hair and blue streaks and a round, Asian face.
He feels like they’re backing him into a corner, despite standing out in the open. Why were they so intimidating; get your game face on, Sebastian! he reprimands himself.
“I suppose if you're friends with Fabray, you’ve got some money,” the larger of the three friends says while she reaches up and pulls a strand of hair away from her forehead to tuck behind her ear.
He’s not exactly sure what that means. He doesn’t know them enough to judge their glances at one another. Were they talking shit about Quinn and the Fabray’s? Or were they somehow congratulating him? He’s more confused than offended at this point.
“Kurt, Mercedes, leave him alone,” Quinn thankfully comes to his rescue.
She comes up and grabs his arm, which he dutifully offers to her, and they turn to walk away. She has a half-full duffle bag thrown over her shoulder and a swish in her hips as they walk to the open gate that leads to the parking lot.
Sebastian is about to open his mouth and ask her how she’s doing and how she gets along with her fellow cheerleading mates when the same light-pitched voice calls out from behind them.
“You can’t bring such an eye candy to Cheerio practice and not introduce him, Fabray!”
A semi-nervous, semi-flattered laugh bubbles from Sebastian’s throat and he turns his head back around to look back at the three that they’d left.
Quinn laughs out loud and turns fully back around to address them, the pair stops walking as she cups her mouth and screams back, “Kurt, this is Sebastian!” She points at Sebastian and then back at Kurt before going back to cup her mouth again, “Sebastian, that is Kurt! There, you’re introduced, bye guys!”
She waves enthusiastically and the two of them head back to his car. Sebastian only glances back once to see that the boy- Kurt was still watching him walk away. Quickly, he ducks his head forward again, stumbles over nothing, and asks Quinn how she’s been to distract her into not teasing him about it. It works.
3
Two hours later and the pair of close friends are sitting down at Breadstix and reminiscing about their childhoods and catching up with one another while they enjoy their meal. After the Cheerio practice ended, Sebastian had driven Quinn to her house so that she could shower and change for their “date” while Sebastian chatted pleasantly with her mother.
“Make sure and tell your mom that I miss her, you guys should all come over for dinner sometime!” Judy had said excitedly, clapping Sebastian lightly on the back.
“Of course, I will,” he responds.
And when Quinn had come down the stairs from her bedroom, in a simple dinner dress with her hair blow-dried and curled, and a light face of makeup on, the two waiting for her were both awed by how beautiful she looked.
“Oh, you kids look so good together!” Judy had cried out when Sebastian offered his arm to her again in mock formality, having put his jacket back on to piece together his outfit nicely.
“Mom,” Quinn says warningly, knowing just what her mother had meant by the comment.
The two mothers may have fantasized about their son and daughter growing up together and marrying and bringing them kids so that they could be grandmothers to the same children.
Sebastian officially coming out wasn’t a shock to really anyone, but that didn’t stop any of their parents or older siblings from making their wishful comments of the two of them. And it’s not like Sebastian didn’t understand, they do look gorgeous together - and if he ever needed a surrogate then Quinn would be his first and only choice because people are right, they’d make some fine babies together.
Now out again with his best friend, the comment is nowhere near the front of his mind. He is focusing on the girl in front of him instead.
The girl who just swung her leg up to kick him square in the shin with her pointed, closed-toed heels and was saying his name accusingly, “Sebastian! You can’t say that in public.”
Sebastian laughs with her, “why not? It’s what happened.”
“Don’t tell me you forgot how sensitive us Americans are,” she throws her head up high and to the side. He nods and sees that her knack for the theatrical is still very much in tack.
“Please,” he rolls his eyes. “I’m just as American as you are, unfortunately. And anyway, the French are all proper -” he throws his head up like she did to mock her, “-it’s the Brits that are vulgar.”
“No,” she laughs a little louder than the environment would condone, “that’s just you. ”
He ignores her thrusting a finger in his face and smiles at her fondly. They carry on with the conversation for a little while and then lull into a natural silence as they finish up their meals.
“So, uh..” he reaches up and scratches at the back of his hair for a second. Then he drops his hand and fiddles with the sleeve of his jacket. “...what do you think of that Kurt kid?”
She stops and scrutinizes him for a second and he keeps his face as frozen as he can, squinting back at her.
A family with a small child has just been sat two tables down from them and the kid does not want the height chair at all. She is kicking and screaming her way out of it. Sebastian switches his gaze over to watch the child for a long moment or two, trying not to blush under Quinn’s silent judgment.
“I don’t know much about him other than he’s kind of a little prick,” she finally says.
If Sebastian had been taking a drink he’s sure that he would have spit it all over the place. “That’s abrupt,” he comments.
She merely shrugs and pushes around a couple of the leftover penne noodles from her pasta on her plate. “You’re not thinking about going after him are you?”
“Not really, no… I’m just curious about him is all,” Sebastian goes back to messing with his sleeves. “Wait, I thought you guys were friends anyway?”
She shrugs again but looks up at him this time. Her eyes have always been pretty. “The whole team are ‘friends’-” she brings her hands up to form air quotes with her fingers, “-but we all break off into our own groups and kind of secretly hate one another. I personally don’t have anything against Kurt, but he’s not exactly the friendliest either.
I do know that he and Santana-” at his raised eyebrow she explains further, “-the bitchy Latino, got into it a couple of months ago and now neither of them are talking to each other really. It really makes competition hard sometimes, especially because he’s a flyer and she’s really one of the only ones that can throw him up to do most of his stunts-”
Sebastian holds a hand up to stop her while simultaneously saying, “wait, he’s the one you throw up into the air?”
Quinn nods. “Yeah, one of them, he weighs like 90 pounds soaking wet,” she answers him smoothly before continuing with what she had been saying, “and Sue, our coach, has been trying to get them to work together again so that he can perform a double-flip-kick at our first competition next month. But then last week she dropped him and he claimed that it was on purpose and nobody really thinks we’re gonna be able to do that move again because they can barely stand to be near each other.”
So that was the harsh look from earlier, Sebastian thinks to himself. He’s glad it hadn’t been directed at him, though.
“So do you have any other, uh... Spinners? Float-?”
“Flyers,” she corrects him.
“ Flyers , do you have any more of them?” he asks.
Quinn takes a drink of her water before answering, “Yeah, we do. Just none as good as he is, unfortunately. Even I’m not to his level.”
Sebastian raises a hand to his mock-shockingly opened mouth and gasps loudly to put up an exaggerated act. He teases her about the comments, she insults him back, and then the conversation moves on. Despite the way they have drifted apart these past few years, they pick up like barely any time has passed.
And it isn’t until later that Sebastian really even thinks about Kurt at all again, once he’s back in his own room in Westerville and has nothing else to do other than think. He’d been able to recognize the brand of his jeans without really inspecting them and he’d had such an air to him that just screamed confidence. He wonders how much more to the boy there is.
Right before he’s about to turn over and shut the light off by his bed, his phone buzzes three times.
From Quinn:Hey, you should totally come to our pep rally next week.we’re doing Madonna songsAnd Kurt is going to be singing ;P
4
Sebastian eases into Dalton Academy without an issue at the start of the next week. The uniforms weren’t the most comfortable thing to wear, but not the worst thing he’s worn by any means.
His classes were a lot - his first-hour professor had piled on the homework and told him to track down another student’s notes so that he can finish the unit that they are in with the rest of the class, so he tracked down this kid named Wesley and borrows some of his notes - and the kids weren’t really inviting, but making friends isn’t something that Sebastian is bad at. Or dealing with preppy assholes.
So school was going okay for him and he catches up rather easily in his math and science classes, having learned from far more advanced instructors overseas, and so he does have Friday afternoon open for the McKinley High’s pep rally that was happening the last couple hours of the school day. With the drive as well, Sebastian will have to attend his early morning classes and then ditch the rest of them.
Is it the best way to give his teachers a good first impression of him? Absolutely not. Does he care? Not really.
He makes sure that it is okay with his parents that he does this, of course, and they aren’t thrilled about his missing school but they really enjoy the idea of him going to support Quinn so he sweet talks them into letting him go the night before.
From Sebastian:
parents agreed to let me go, see you tomorrow!
He texts Quinn that after dinner with his parents once he’s raced up the stairs to his bedroom to finish up one of his assignments. Her response comes a little while later,
From Quinn:okiedokie ill let Kurt know, hahaha
He’d tried to tell her to shut up when she first teased him about it and she agreed that if he really wanted her to stop that she would, and he thought the issue was resolved. But then he thought it would be a great idea to ask about him again while they were on the phone the other night and she told him that she couldn’t not tease him now. So he suffers her teasing in exchange for more details on the boy.
From Sebastian:I will hurt you, Fabray
He grins playfully and tosses his phone onto his bed so that he can focus for the rest of the night. Having been buried in his bedding, he doesn’t hear his phone go off at all.
Once he’s showered, teeth are brushed, and skin moisturized, he crawls into bed and sees that he has two more texts from Quinn and a third from an unknown number. Quinn’s texts were threats that were much more explicit than his were and he responded with a winky face and the word promise?
Joking with his best friend was nothing, but the new text made his heart leap into his throat.
From Unknown:Got your number from Q, she said that I should look for you at the rally tomorrow.
Sebastian read and reread the text about six times before the words really sunk in because holy shit- had Kurt sought out Quinn for his number? Or did it come up in casual conversation? Why had he taken his number at all? All he could think about was Kurt’s comment from the day that they met: Kurt had called him eye candy .
But then a small voice crept into the back of his mind as he was drafting a response to the mystery number and it reminded him what Quinn had said about not really knowing or talking to Kurt a bunch, so why would she give out his number?
He quickly deletes the unsent text and pulls up his and Quinn’s conversation.
From Sebastian:Who did you give my number out to and why are they texting me?
Of course, it’s too late in the night because his assignment had taken a lot longer to complete than he thought it would, so he knows he won’t be getting an answer tonight. He settles for just not responding for now until he gets an answer first and he can claim that he hadn’t checked his phone for the rest of the night if the person asks.
He tries not to think about Kurt for the rest of the night while he drifts off to sleep.
5
Sebastian tries not to bounce his leg while he drives because of the one time he’d accidentally tapped off of cruise control and almost caused an accident on the freeway, but he almost can’t help it now so he forces his left leg to bounce and can use his right to drive. It’s a nervous tick of his and the closer he gets to Lima, the faster his leg shakes.
The pep rally starts promptly at 2 and it was now ten minutes after 1 o’clock and he had about twenty minutes until he was pulling up to the school. He was meeting Quinn a little bit before for some pre-performance snacks and company. He had no idea who “company” was but he tried not to think about it, hence the leg shake.
He hadn’t gotten a very productive response from her this morning about the text from the night before. Their text conversation was short but simple.
From Quinn:idk i had a couple of people ask for your number, it’s probably brittanyShe’s a little nosy sometimes but harmless
From Sebastian:you did tell them all that I’m not interested in girls right?
From Quinn:no, seb, i sent an army of girls your way with high expectations just so i can watch them all get disappointed
From Sebastian:veryyy funny
From Quinn:I try to be. i gotta go, morning practice
From Sebastian:but wait, did you give my number to kurt?fabray answer me
quinn!I hate you
Obviously, he doesn’t really hate her, but he had been off-center all morning because he kind of wants to respond to the text message but he definitely doesn’t want to say the wrong thing. So instead, he continues to ignore it and hopes that whoever sent it won’t be too upset with him.
He stops at a dollar store in Lima on the way to the school to pick up a few snacks - ones on the healthier side like trail mix, crackers, and gatorade for Quinn and gets himself a box of candy because today has been stressful already - and then drives over to the same but much-more-packed parking lot that he’d gone to last time.
He finds a parking spot and texts Quinn to let her know that he’s here. She tells him to walk around the West side of the building and meet her at an outside door to the gymnasium. He grabs his bag of snacks and does as he’s told, making sure to lock his car up. He is wearing a different jacket today - having stopped at home to deposit his Dalton blazer - and it was a little colder today so he kept it on.
Once around the side of the building, he sees a door being propped open by a couple of students leaning against it. They are cheerleaders, a boy and girl, and Sebastian realizes that once he gets closer that the girl is the small Asian one that had stood on the other side of Kurt last week, but the guy she was talking to was tall and also Asian and someone he, thankfully, didn’t recognize.
“Quinn’s just inside if you want to go in?” the boy nods towards the open door when Sebastian gets close enough, he hadn’t even needed to say anything.
“Ok, thanks,” he nods to them and steps in through the door.
It leads to the gymnasium where there is a fraction of the student body already on the in-door bleachers despite the pep rally still being a good 30 minutes away. Mostly it was parents and grandparents that were here way early. He sees Quinn sitting next to some other girls on the lowest bench seat next to the wall.
Once she spots him she shoots up and skips over to him, her freshly pressed performance uniform hugging her frame perfectly. Sometimes he was jealous that she wasn’t all skinny torso and gangly limbs like he was, but ultimately he is proud that she has kept this nice figure since struggling with self-confidence in elementary and middle school.
“Hey, you,” she says when she’s closer.
“Hey, yourself,” he echos and wraps her into a hug.
He shows her the snacks he brought and she snatches them up quickly, including his box of candy, and leads him over to the spot she’d been sitting with her friends before.
“I know I did a poor job introducing him last time, but we hadn’t seen each other in like three years so you can’t hold it against me. But this is one of my closest friends, Sebastian Smythe,” Quinn says to the two sitting on the bench.
They both raise a hand to wave at him and he recognizes one of them as Santana, the ‘bitchy Latino’ according to Quinn, and he guesses that they’re closer friends than she made it sound last week.
“Seb, this is Santana and Brittany,” she finishes as she turns to sit down.
Santana looks him up and down once and then turns to peer inside the bag that Quinn had taken from him. Sebastian just nods to them both and stands there, shifting on his feet.
“So, twink,” Santana starts through a mouthful of his candies, “heard you were in Paris for the last couple of years. Anything worth noting over there?”
Sebastian regarded her silently for a second before leveling her with a smirk and ignoring her irritating insults, “What and spoil everything for you? No thanks. You’ll get there… eventually.” He didn’t have to like her, but he did have to tolerate her for Quinn’s sake.
“Calm down there, children,” Quinn says absentmindedly, focusing on opening the box of crackers. Brittany just laughs and watches everything unfold.
After a beat of neither of them speaking, Sebastian relaxes when he watches Santana’s sneer turn into a grin.
“You’re not that bad, actually,” she caves and sends him a solid nod which he returns with a barely repressed grin. Okay, so maybe he wants Quinn’s friends to like him.
“Why don’t you have an accent?” Brittany asks, “and how do you know English?”
Sebastian opens his mouth to answer but is interrupted by the static pop of the speakers throughout the speaker system in the gym that makes all four of them flinch. He turns around to investigate when he sees two more Cheerios in their uniforms with headset microphones on; it’s Kurt and Mercedes.
“God, ‘fucking ‘course it was him,” Sebastian doesn’t have to be facing her to hear the eye roll in her voice.
“Testing, testing!” echoes throughout the gym. It’s Mercedes who is walking towards the middle of the gym’s floor, Kurt is still standing by the tech panel and talking to one of the tech guys while holding his microphone away from his face.
Sebastian watches as he says a couple more things, laughs - wait, his smile is strangely adorable actually - and then slides the equipment onto his head and speaks into the mic as well, voice echoing throughout the room.
“Jesus,” Santana’s voice brings Sebastian back to the conversation he was having prior to the interruption. “Even his fucking voice is annoying, dramatic ass bitch.”
Sebastian raises his eyebrows in surprise and catches Quinn’s eyes, who was munching on a cracker. Told you so, she mouths to him.
He wanted to ask Santana why she disliked him so much but thought against it. This girl seemed to get angered easily and he didn’t really want to be the focus of such emotion. So he stays quiet and reaches for a couple of crackers just to give himself something to do.
They stay and chat for a little while longer before the Cheerios’ coach comes out to collect everyone. Quinn directs him to a section of the in-door bleachers to sit that will put him in the perfect viewing position and he gives her a hug and part on the back for good luck. She smacks him on his ass and waves as she walks away. As Sebastian sits back down, he catches a disapproving look from an elderly woman who wasn’t sitting that far away from him.
Pretty soon, more and more students began to wander inside and the stands started to fill up quickly. He got shoved up closer to the grandmother and he did his best to ignore her.
Eventually, it got a little too warm for him to keep his jacket on comfortably, so he takes it off and puts it on the bench next to him.
The school’s principal walks out onto the center of the floor with a microphone and addresses the school in a thickly accented, monotonous voice, “quiet, quiet children. I don’t have any announcements to make, so without further ado, here are your school’s pep band and Cheerios.”
While he was talking, the pep band in full uniform had walked out onto the gym’s floor to stand around him. They all wore identical jackets and tall hats with extravagant feathers on top and carried their instruments.
Now with the gym silent in anticipation, there was a pregnant pause before the cheer coach raised her megaphone up to her lips, “five, six, seven, eight!”
By the end of her countdown, the band had their instruments poised and ready to play. The opening notes of Madonna's “4 Minutes to Save the World” plays loudly and clearly. Sebastian knows the song because it’s one of his mother’s favorites and he nods along.
When the beat of the drums come in, the band swings their instruments about and moves perfectly synchronized. Sebastian was glad that Quinn had sat him here because he was up high enough without being too far away and but back far enough to get a nice semi-aerial view. His eyes followed the movement of the band.
That is until the line of Cheerios came out from either side of the opposite-facing bleachers. They were kicking their legs up with each step, perfectly in line with each other and the song. Sebastian watched them only for a second before his eyes flitted back to the band marching about. He couldn’t see Quinn yet so he watched most of the moving parts; there was just so much happening.
And then the vocals came in and Sebastian held his breath in anticipation.
“Hey! Unh, come on,” Mercedes rounded the center aisle that the band made, voice singing out loudly. Right as she came fully into view, Sebastian’s eyes were instantly attracted to the boy next to her. The moment her voice stopped, his began.
“Come on, girl, I’ve been waiting for somebody to pick up my stroll!”
Sebastian felt his heart leap into his throat again as his eyes and ears focused in on the absolute force of nature; anyone could see that Kurt was entirely in his element and fuck, did he look good doing it.
Then he dropped down into a squat with a pronounced grunt before popping back up to slide into the next dance move.
And Sebastian knew that it was part of the song, having heard it around the house before, but god damn did that noise resonate within him. He started to think of other reasons Kurt would be making noises like that and no, no, no, he needs to shut that train down right now.
While he was having his mini-mental breakdown, he looked away from Kurt while Mercedes sang and found Quinn in the throng of female Cheerios who were moving well with the beat. He did take a moment to appreciate the hard work that would’ve had to have been put into a number like this because they all moved fluidly together. And then all of them, the dancers, the band, and the singers, swung their hips back and forth in a well-practiced move and Sebastian was right back to watching Kurt.
“I want somebody to speed it up for me, then take it down slow.”
It’s the way he put enough emphasis on the first word for it to come out almost growl-like that has Sebastian spreading his knees a little reflexively while he feels some heat rush down south. Fuck, can’t get hard here, goddammit, he thinks hopelessly while watching the group perform a small patch of choreography that Kurt was in the middle of doing while he sang, which only contributed to the breathy air in the tail end of his next line.
And when he dances his way up to the front of the crowd, past the dancing female Cheerios, Sebastian really does hold his breath then, getting a glorious look at his slim hips as they jive and rotate in time with the music.
Then he is thinking about the song and if it had a slower, more sensual beat, how differently would Kurt be moving? He feels his cock twitch in his pants. In a moment of blind panic, he reaches down to where he had set his previously-discarded jacket on the bench next to him but hesitates because no, he wasn’t getting hard to the point that it was noticeable yet and maybe it would go away.
When he looks up at the performance he’s met with Kurt’s fierily staring right back at him.
While swallowing the little bit of moisture that he has left in his mouth, Sebastian clutches his jacket tightly in an effort to bring back his steely control, but his eyes won’t look away from Kurt’s glance.
Something in Sebastian’s chest is warming up and maybe it’s lower than that because he’s pretty sure it’s arousal but fuck if he can stop the fluttering of his heart and the tingling in his legs because holy shit look at this boy on the floor with a voice that melts and dance moves that rival that of an exotic dancer.
Get yourself together, Smythe, he mentally cautions but doesn’t really focus on, he’s too busy watching Kurt.
Then someone behind him stands up too abruptly and a sweatshirt sleeve or book bag strap hits him in the back of his head and he startles and looks away for just a second of clarity; the rush of the crowd and people around him come back into his focus and he looks down and shit he is explicitly hard right here, in a crowd of people. So he does pull his jacket into his lap and resolutely does not look at the elderly woman he is sitting next to.
He looks up in time to watch both Kurt and Mercedes hold each other’s eye contact while they straighten up from a crouched position, both belting out their words. Sebastian is really zeroing in on how those ridiculously bright red - he’s glad Dalton is more subdued - pants hug the rounds of his ass perfectly.
(fuck)
Oh god, then the next set of moves rely heavily on the dancers’ hips rotating and Sebastian would give anything to be on his knees in front of Kurt right about now.
But then he catches a glimpse of Quinn as the entire group shifts and she quirks an eyebrow at him, which means his arousal is probably all over his face. He slaps his palms to his cheeks and runs his hands up and backward, ruffling his hair wildly, he knows.
On top of the embarrassment that is staining his cheeks pink, his body is running hot with how turned on he is and how much he would rather be putting pressure on his crotch to get some- any - friction there to ease the pressure. But goddamn is he not going to jerk himself off in a crowded, school-sanctioned event. That isn’t even his school for fuck’s sake!
He’s here to support Quinn. He needs to find her.
“Time is waiting!”
His voice is getting more and more breathless the longer the dance goes on and fuck does Sebastian wanna hear more of him gasping into the microphone.
(Quinn. Quinn. Quinn. Quinn-)
“No hesitating!”
Oh, Christ, he bends down low and grinds his back in Mercedes’s. As he pushes himself back up - both of them pushing into one enough back-to-back - his hips pump forward with the beat. He is positively humping the air in front of him-
Sebastian whimpers, fucking whimpers when his gaze trail back up the dancer’s body to meet his eyes again. He’s not singing right now but his mouth is open because he’s panting -
(fuck, fuck, fuck)
Son of a bitch, he thinks and presses down on the jacket in his lap and his hips automatically jerk forward.
Kurt looks away to stare back at Mercedes while they continue to sing. As much as he is taunting (or whatever the fuck he’s doing to) Sebastian, he is also so focused on this number and the ease within him to just perform.
Which, of course, only makes it so much harder (pun not fucking intended) for Sebastian to think of anything except his arousal that is still climbing.
The entire room is buzzing, most people are out of their seats and jumping around, and with the music, the singing, and the screaming and cheering, he’s sure any noise or movement he makes will be lost in the throng of people.
So he shakes his legs a little to spread the jacket out thinner onto his lap and presses his hand harder into his crotch and tries not to scrunch his face too much when the pleasure hits ohsogoodyes .
“Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock!”
Kurt and Mercedes are finishing up their final notes, circling each other while the female Cheerios behind them thrust and dance hard enough to make their skirts swish and they show more skin in ways that would be attractive to anyone but Sebastian because he only has eyes for Kurt.
Then he’s turning away from her, mouth opened and panting, chest heaving, as the band finally lets their instruments rest and the music stops. All of the dancers take a collective breath and hold their position for a few more baited seconds while the crowd eats up their performance with even louder cheers and whistling.
Sebastian blinks and finds Quinn, stopped not that far behind Kurt and she, thankfully, isn’t looking at him. He lifts his hand away from his lap and rubs the bottom of his palms into his eyes. God, how had he gotten so turned on so quickly?
Then Kurt’s face turns towards him and his expression of awe quickly morphs into something darker. With hooded eyes and a smirky twitch to his mouth, Kurt tilts his head to the side a little bit and his eyes slide a little south to where Sebastian is about ninety percent sure where his crotch is in Kurt’s sights.
It makes him want to put his hand back, to show Kurt exactly what he did.
(you’re in a public place)
But Kurt’s eyes, the filthier part of his mind screams back. The bedroom eyes that are being cast his way make Sebastian want to hit the floor on his knees and worship every part of Kurt that the boy will let him- and damn, don’t those images look good? That confident look on Kurt’s face twisted to seem absolutely possessive as Sebastian looks up at him from the ground.
Then the coach is walking onto the floor and the dancers are starting to peel away from their position and the crowd is melting back into their seats. Sebastian really hopes that another performance isn’t about to start because he isn’t sure if he’d be able to withstand another onslaught of emotions like that. But he watches Kurt and Mercedes walk out of the gym, using one of the side doors that he came in through actually, and his head clears a little to focus on what the coach was saying.
Turns out there is more to the pep rally - having gone to all private schools, he didn’t really know what to expect, to be fair - and there were other performances but none that featured Kurt. As grateful as he is for that little detail, he does want to see more of the cheerleaders.
Then there is a small break while the football team is introduced, one at a time, each making some weird, smart ass gesture or act to try to get their friends to laugh. By the time it is over and the remaining Cheerios - which included Quinn - had finished a smaller routine without music to wrap up the football team’s introduction, Sebastian was back to a respectable flaccid state, even if his underwear stuck a little uncomfortably to his skin in some places.
Just in time, it seems, because Quinn is marching up the bleacher and plopping down next to him with a barked, “move!” to the kids on his left.
“So,” she leans over and says, “what did you think? Was it enough for your private school ass?”
Sebastian laughs at the joke and brings a hand (not the one he’d been using earlier even though they’re both just as clean) to her back, ignoring how warm and kind of damp with sweat she is. He pulls her into his side in a little one-armed hug before answering, “yeah, I did actually. There was so much… energy.”
Yeah, sexual energy, his brain supplies unhelpfully.
6
Quinn has to leave for the final Cheerio’s number, which does have Kurt in it but only as a backup dancer-
(which doesn’t stop you from watching him)
-with some of the other male cheerleaders that he’d seen on the field last week. He tells Quinn good luck and she smiles and waves at him once she’s on the gym’s floor and marches over to her teammates.
For a split second, Sebastian is terrified when Quinn walks over and places an arm on Kurt’s shoulder. She leans in and says something real quick that he smiles at and then she is walking over to her friends - Santana and Brittany. He does a damn good job of convincing himself that it was merely to congratulate him on his performance earlier because the interaction had been so quick. Honestly, if he hadn’t been watching out for the two of them, he would have missed it because it was so brief.
It was a good excuse, he even almost believes it.
After the last of the pep rally is over, the gym starts to clear out and get less stuffy. He catches sight of Quinn standing by a hallway that leads to what he assumes are the locker rooms. There’s one on either side of the opposite bleacher set, where the cheerleaders had danced their way from at the beginning of the Madonna number. She is waving at him to come to her, so he stands and follows the remaining students off of the bleachers.
He heads across the gym and through a thinned crowd to where she is. She walks further into the hallway and disappears behind one of the doors and he hopes that it’s not a girls’ locker room because even though he’s gay, doesn’t mean he’s comfortable around naked or close-to-naked girls. He still doesn’t hesitate to follow her, though.
Until he sees Kurt leaning against the wall of the hallway, previously covered by a little bit of the bleachers that stuck out. He stumbles over his next step and Kurt looks up and meets his gaze.
To avoid any awkwardness from his staring, he mumbles through, “Kurt! I-uh, liked your perform- you were great out there, actually.”
His stare is back to that icy seriousness that met Sebastian last week when they’d been talking about his jeans. One manicured eyebrow raises, but that is the only movement in the boy’s face for a few more pressured moments.
(weren’t you following Quinn?)
“So what,” Kurt’s voice distracts him, eerily calm and bordering on judgemental again, “you can talk to me in person but not answer my text?”
Fuck, Sebastian thinks. It had been Kurt that texted him and he really did ignore the guy. Dammit, he wonders if it left any sort of lasting impression of him. His voice is quiet but there is a hint of persistent hysteria because he wants Kurt to know that he didn’t mean anything by it, “Well, I didn’t know who it was!”
“Okay, fine,” Kurt amends the moment Sebastian’s done talking. His voice is still monotonous but his head is tilted down and he looks up at Sebastian through his lashes, “but now you’re going to act all innocent after eye-fucking me during my entire performance?”
Hearing him swear shoots a thrill down Sebastian’s spine and after sitting through such a wired performance earlier, he’s sure that it would take nothing to bring all of that residual arousal right back to the surface of his skin.
He beats it down as quickly as he can, even if his eyes widen at the statement, “ I was eye-fucking you? No way.”
“Mmhmm,” and then Kurt pushes himself off the wall with a languid body roll and he steps closer to Sebastian, backing him into the hard surface of the wall behind him. “The jacket wasn’t as inconspicuous of a cover as you thought it was, by the way…”
Sebastian gulps back the flood of saliva in his mouth and opens his mouth to speak but ends up only gasping a breath when Kurt’s arms come up to his and push him firmly in the unrelenting surface behind him by his biceps. His eyes reflexively look around them at the completely empty hallway - which didn’t make all that much sense because they were standing near the opening of the hallway and wasn’t this place just packed?
But then Kurt squeezes his arms in a surprisingly strong grip and Sebastian is trying to string together a coherent response, “What was I supposed to do- let the grandma next to me see how hard I was?” He gasps louder when Kurt leans up and places a kiss on the exposed skin of the bottom of his neck, right above his collarbone. Fuck his neck for being so goddamn sensitive.
His chest is heaving now but he keeps talking because Kurt’s not saying anything and shit, just anyone can see them and Sebastian is fucking pinned but he loves it so much at the same time. “You’re lucky you were too focused on the song to get hard.”
He knows it’s a tad arrogant to just assume that Kurt would be turned on by Sebastian, but dammit he wants the focus off of him for a moment.
Kurt leans up onto his toes and his breath ghosts over Sebastian’s ear, “I wasn’t too focused, my pants just hide things better.”
And then they’re kissing. And oh yeah, he can definitely feel just how much they hide right now pressed against his thigh when Kurt rocks forward, fuck. Their mouths slot together so well.
“Kurt!” Sebastian whispers frantically. As much as he wants to shut his mind off and kiss the boy in front of him, he can’t stop thinking of their surroundings. This isn’t his school and just how trashy would it be if they were to get caught?
“Do you want to kiss me?” Kurt askes hurriedly, also whispering. He pulls back enough to talk but not enough for them to not be sharing air.
“Yes,” Sebastian answers honestly.
“Good.”
Kurt pulls away, to which Sebastian slams his head back into the wall, and his hips jerk forward. When he peels his eyes open (when did he close them?) Kurt is smirking at him and he has half the mind to surge forward and kiss that look right off his face. He hates how boastful he is right now. But there’s also something so sweet about being on the edge of desperate for him right now.
“In here,” Kurt nods to the door that sat two steps to Sebastian’s right. Kurt goes first and doesn’t look for a light switch, in fact, once Sebastian is past the threshold he is being pinned against the door while it slams shut.
A groan is ripped from his throat as his arousal spikes, who would have thought that he’d have a little manhandling kink.
“Shh,” Kurt murmurs, mouthing at his neck again. “You still can’t be loud.”
The way he says it implies that he’s perfectly capable of staying quiet himself, Sebastian deems to eradicate his poised posture as quickly as he can.
Sebastian grips onto his bony hips and pulls them flushed and nuzzles over his cheek until their mouths are lined up again. Then he puts his skill and heart into rocking his world. Which actually just means pressing their lips together over and over (and over and over) again for a series of pecks that bleed into longer kisses until Sebastian is suckling onto Kurt’s bottom lip as the boy opens wider under the force of his gasp.
Kurt is a surprisingly good kisser and gives back as much as he gets. Sebastian’s fingers twitch to press harder into the shorter boy’s body, but he doesn’t want to go too crazy right now.
“Sebastian ,” he moans, rolling his hips forward and the taller of the two considers it a victory.
The two boys kiss in the dark room a while until their lips ache with the force and their erections go just on the side of too painful to bear any longer. Kurt’s breaths are hiccuping pants in his ear where he’d just ended after kissing up Sebastian’s neck, and Sebastian has one hand gripping Kurt’s arm and the other wraps possessively around his waist.
Fuck, the kid really does weigh nothing and doesn’t have much meat on his bones. How he hadn’t noticed in all of his leering, he’s not sure, but it would take next to nothing to pull him up and support him in just his arms alone, not needing a wall or something equally sturdy to support his weight. Just as Sebastian is contemplating moving into that position, Kurt speaks up.
“We should…” Kurt starts but trails off in favor of burying his face in Sebastian’s neck again.
‘We should’ what? Continue? Stop? Take our pants off? Sebastian’s hand that is resting just above the smaller boy’s ass starts playing with the hem of his uniform’s top. He’s not sure how long they’ve been in this dark room - which Sebastian had quickly realized was a storage closet based on the smell of dusty, stale rubber - but he’s sure that he doesn’t want to leave anytime soon.
“‘We should’ what?” he eventually voices out loud.
Kurt sighs, not entirely a pleased noise, and pulls back a little bit to get a breath of air that isn’t saturated by the other boy. They’re not too far away, in fact, their lower halves are still very much pressed together and Sebastian can feel the little aborted rolls of his hips with every breath either one of them takes.
Pleasure still zings up his spine, but his head is starting to clear now that they have taken a break from kissing.
“Kurt?”
There is a soft, almost chastise, kiss pressed to his lips, and Sebastian’s heart flutters. He’s never kissed a boy so sweetly before, it’s nice and he would like to keep doing it but he knows that their persistent erections - Kurt’s still pressed so intimately to his - won’t let things stay too innocent for much longer.
(has it really been innocent though?)
Kurt’s hands slide up from his stomach to his chest and resting with his fingers bedded into his hair. He leans up and kisses each one of his cheeks while he’s sure they are both getting some pretty glorious friction. And then he whispers, “I need to go, but this has been fun…”
He’s got one of his hands trailing down the front of Sebastian while his other hand grips the doorknob with enough strength to pull the door open while Sebastian’s weight stays heavily supported by it.
Right as Kurt is about to step into the light that comes streaming in the more that the door opens despite the weight against it, his hand that was making its slow crawl down his body dances over the front of his once-again tented jeans.
He moans and bucks forward, also in the motion of stepping forward to let Kurt out, and his fingers reach out to grasp the other boy’s wrist.
The limb slips through his hand, but Kurt turns at the last second before he is fully standing out in the hallway and looks at Sebastian who is now standing in a little bit of the light pouring into the once pitch-black room.
“You should text me back, maybe this can continue?”
The way that his eyes drag down Sebastian’s body is enough to make the Dalton student want to pull his phone out right now, but he figures that might make him seem a little too enthusiastic.
So instead he says, “I just might.”
Kurt quirks an eyebrow at him before closing the door and bathing Sebastian in darkness once again. He stands there for a long time, willing his erection to go down before he can be seen by virtually anyone ever again.
7
“So how was it?”
Sebastian turns over to level Quinn with a glare from the driver’s seat of his car. He hasn’t put the vehicle into the proper gear yet so he has the liberty to let off the brake and moving his hand away from the gear shift entirely.
“You fucker, you lied to me,” he tries to sound stiff but his face breaks out into a grin.
“You’re damn straight I did,” she says, picking at her nails to hide the fact that she’s also got a shit-eating grin. “I’m a good wingman. And you and Kurt are cuties.”
He just straightens in his seat and throws his head back and laughs. Now that he thinks about it, it is pretty stupid of him to think that he’d just follow her right into the girl’s locker room. “I can’t believe you,” he adds fondly.
“You love meee,” she sing-songs.
He rolls his eyes and pulls out of McKinley High’s student parking lot.
They’re not driving for long before he can’t resist asking, “so was the entire thing set up?”
“Eh,” she says, stretching out a little in the passenger seat and yawning. “Kurt and I have been friends since he joined the Cheerios two years ago and he’s had a thing for you since I first showed him your ugly mug- hey!”
He reaches over and smacks her, accidentally clipping her in the boob, without looking away from the road. Her house wasn’t too far away from the school so he didn’t have to drive long.
“He’s clever, actually. He came up with the whole feud-thing between him and Sanatana to make it seem like we all weren’t that close.”
“So she’s not an actual bitch then?” Sebastian asks hopefully. Santana seems like a fierce woman and he wouldn’t mind being actual friends with her, he thinks that they’d make a really good team actually.
“Who, Santana?” Quinn asks, a humorous hysteria creeping into her voice. Her next line comes out with a laugh, “Oh she is totally a bitch, but we all love her dearly.”
“Oh.” It’s a couple more traffic lights later when he asks, “So why do it all? Why not just let Kurt and I meet and hit it off naturally?”
“Please, you’re both too idiotic. And it was fun for the girls and I to trick you,” she says earnestly.
They pull up to her house and the both of them get out. He’s not staying for long but he can’t seem to say goodbye just yet. After dinner, he will.
Later that night, hours later and back in his own room, he drafts quite a few texts to Kurt. Should he sarcastically respond to his first text? Should he just start a new conversation? How much does he want Kurt to know that he knows? Should he keep the charade going for longer?
So many questions, so naturally he just calls Quinn and she calls him an idiot for dwelling on it so much. She promises not to tell Kurt that he knows everything because he hasn’t quite decided what he wants to do with that information. Their conversation is short because it’s late and her father is pestering her to go to bed.
Sebastian stays up a little later after that, almost too late to even send a text, and ultimately settles on something. He sends it before he changes his mind for the umpteenth time and rolls over in his bed and lets sleep take him over.
#Glee#Kurtbastian#kurtbastian fanfic#fanfic#kurt hummel#sebastian smythe#kurt x sebastian#AU#alternate universe#cheerio!kurt#ACITW (if you squint)
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ONE LOST WINTER TALE
“I’m gonna paint you up like a caveman.”
You say as you dip your fingers in,
brushing them gently against the skin.
So I watch you paint,
your curls and skin dripping with the golden
of the little apartment windows
from the buildings across the street,
shimmering like little mechanical stars
into the winter night.
You look up and as I catch your eye
your grin matches mine.
God, you’re so fucking-
I’m mine as you are yours.
But I am also you
and you are also me
And that is why
there is no need
For sealed deals of ownership
or great proofs for fools
or twisted games
played in the name of fake honour
Because something this obvious cannot be denied.
And it’s a miracle almost
8 billion people in this world
seeking or evading
screaming and shouting
hurting and crying.
But inside this room
it’s just you and me
and the ever enveloping quiet
is for once not terrifying.
20 people at this party,
but you are sitting next to me
hearing me talk about this book I like.
50 things to do tomorrow,
but we fit just fine around our duties’ edges.
My alarm goes off at seven,
but I'd trade the insides of your mind
against good sleep each time.
And I kept on waiting
for my mistrust to be proven right,
for the light in your eyes to fade out
as my undeniable mundanity
starts shimmering through
the cracks of whatever fantasies
one layers on top of newly met bodies
but I’m running out
of horrors to throw at us
and your grip on me against the
lingering current of phantoms
from my past remains just as steady.
Now carefully crafted plans
for the impelled ever-seeking rush
towards purpose and meaning are unveiled:
a mere hoax of fleeting pleasures,
as my awe-struck filled glare meets your gentle stare
from across the heavy wooden kitchen table.
Never had I met somebody else before who could (or would)
showcase normalcy in a way this graceful.
I feel myself give into the nothingness of sleep.
Tonight I’m so full of life,
there is nothing left to dream about.
#poetry#writing#poem#love poetry#writers on tumblr#cosas que escribo#escritos#poets on tumblr#cartas
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Larusso Auto thoughts never stop
Daniel promotes Johnny to a manager of Larusso Auto, and with this new rank, Johnny gets to accompany Daniel to business meetings. At first, Johnny’s excited, and then he remembers he doesn’t own a suit. He communicates this to Daniel and Daniel, ever the sugar daddy, buys Johnny a suit, perfectly tailored. It’s too much, Johnny thinks, but then Daniel seals the deal. He takes Johnny home and up to his room. There, he opens a jewelry box and pulls out a beautiful watch. Daniel puts it on Johnny’s wrist, rubbing softly over it as he smiles:
“You look perfect in it. You’re going to keep it on when you go to meetings with me, and at work. Okay?”
Johnny can’t argue, he likes it, makes him feel like Daniel owns him in a sweet way. When they finally go to their first meeting together, Johnny can see how Daniel looks at him. It’s downright filthy. This ownership thing must be something Daniel likes, too. Before they leave the meeting, Daniel gives Johnny a quick handjob in the bathroom while telling him how much he likes Johnny dressed up in things he buys or gifts him.
Now, whenever Johnny goes to work, he has on the watch Daniel gave him. Later, he has a bracelet Daniel bought him, a tie, a new outfit. Johnny likes it a lot. It makes him feel wanted. He knows that he and Daniel aren’t just fuckbuddies at work, but he doesn’t want to label it without hearing it from Daniel first. He knows for sure that there’s a label though, because on a night where Johnny has only that watch on and a tie Daniel bought him binding his hands together, Daniel finally whispers to Johnny:
“I love you, Johnny. You’re my good boy. Mine.”
Johnny realizes he likes being owned, still seen as a person, but as a person only Daniel can see as vulnerable and sensitive.
(Strangely fluffy and dirty. Love Johnny needing to be owned and wanted. Also if Daniel puts a ring on it, Johnny genuinely sobs because he knows Daniel wants him forever and won’t drop him the moment he isn’t a “perfect and pretty good boy”)
Anon, kiss me directly on the mouth
Daniel being possessive of Johnny and dressing him in things he bought for him is so💗💗. I like to imagine that sometimes Daniel comes home and he sees Johnny wearing his shirt( even though it's too small and Johnny's tits barely fit in it) and his underwear and goes absolutely FERAL with horny. Daniel makes sure to squeeze johnny's tits when he fucks him over the couch, and the entire time he's thinking "Mine."
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