#the feeling when you're once again thinking 'oh no what's the fucker done now?' about someone who's been dead for 200 years
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"The Master Swordsman Smiles Fearlessly" Cain SR Story - Take My Hand
Cain: (There really isn't much info on Kirsche Persche, huh.)
(I guess for right now I'll see if anyone around here has anything, and then report back--)
???: What do you think you're doing?! Give me back my wallet!
Cain: !!
(That voice came from…that alleyway.)
Hey there, friends. Mugging someone in broad daylight, huh?
Riquet: …! Who…?
Grey-haired Man: Huhhh? Keep your nose outta our business and it'll stay atta…
…!
You fucker, you're Ventisca's katana expert, aren'tcha. Who'da thought I'd see your ugly mug again.
Cain: Again…? Oh, yeah, now that you mention it, I have seen you before. You two started getting rowdy in one of our shops, so I had to smash your faces into the pavement about it.
Scarred Man: D…don't say it like that! Damn, we're gonna pay you back big time for that!
Cain: You two don't learn easily, do you… Well, whatever. I'll take you both on.
Hey, you. You should run while you have the chance. Just leave the rest of this mess to me.
Riquet: I--I'm not going to run! I couldn't possibly let them fight you two against one…
Grey-haired Man: Shut the fuck up already! Take this!
Cain: …jeez.
Grey-haired Man: Gwah?!
Riquet: !!
He knocked that man so far back with just one swing…!
Cain: I'd rather not get violent in front of a kid, but… I figure smashing your faces against the pavement again might get the message to stick this time.
So come on, feel free to come at me however you'd like.
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Scarred Man: Th…then how's this?! --Ghh?!
Riquet: Attacking from behind is an act of cowardice! Now repent for your sins!
Cain: Rope darts…? Hey, you know how to fight? I totally thought you were some pampered rich kid…
Riquet: I am nothing of the sort! I'm perfectly capable of fighting with these. Please leave this one to me!
Cain: Gotcha! But I wanna talk to you when we're done here, alright?
Let's make this quick. Hah!
Riquet: Haah!
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Those Guys: Tch… R-run for it!
Cain: Whew, we're finally done… Hey, kid, you're not hurt, are you?
Riquet: No, I am not. Thank you very much for coming to my rescue, um…
Cain: My name's Cain. Good to meet you.
Riquet: Cain. My name is Riquet. Um…what are you putting your hand out for?
Cain: What, you don't know? It's for a handshake.
Even if it was a brief battle, I still entrusted my back to you. I want to express my respect for you, as well as my gratitude. If you're not opposed, just grab my hand.
Riquet: Wahh, Cain, your hand is so warm…
Cain: Ahaha, I get that a lot. How about you, do you get told that your face looks like a little kid's when you're not fighting?
Riquet: Wah, n-no, I don't! Stop treating me like a kid, you're getting my hair all messy…!
Cain: Sorry, sorry. Here, I'll smooth it back out.
Riquet: Goodness gracious… You were so cool when you came to rescue me, but I see that in truth you're rather unrefined.
Cain: Am I? But, hmm, something about the way you said that…
Feels oddly nostalgic for some reason.
Training Episode: Unchanging, Even In One's Dreams
Cain: The dreams you have are always so intense, Master Sage. Could you tell me more about that latest one?
Akira: Sure, I don't mind.
Cain: Let's see, it was the one where Snow was an adult, and me and Mithra were his henchmen.
Akira: Oh, yes. Riquet and I were in a different organization that was in conflict with yours, though…
Cain: By conflict, you mean I had to fight you guys? I dunno how I feel about that…
Akira: Oh, no, it never came to that! But one time you did stop me from running away when I was scared…
Seeing you be so threatening gave me chills.
Cain: I can't believe the version of me in your dreams would do something like that to you. Next time you see him, be sure to chew him out for me.
Akira: Ahaha. Now that I'm awake, it just sounds funny.
Besides, it wasn't like you were a super scary person in that dream or anything. Once I actually got to talk to you, it was obvious right away what a friendly, kind person you really were.
Cain: What, really?
Akira: Yes! All of the best parts of you didn't change a bit.
Cain: Ahaha. Getting complimented like that is a little embarrassing.
But rather than that being kindness, I'd say it was…
Akira: Was what?
Cain: That the me inside your dream wanted to become friends with you, too.
Since, hey, that was what I was thinking when you and I first met, Akira.
#.mhyktl#.cardtl#cain knightley#almost had a real yandere moment because of this card's training ep but it's okay. we're normal#for now.
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DREAMS ARE MY REALITY.
what would happen if your favourite fictional character appeared in your bed..?
Part 2
A/N: finally came back! Exams period is almost done, so I can mainly focus on writing fan fics and replying to your comments. Thanks to everyone who never stopped giving me support during these months.~ For this story I was heavily inspired by the "Reality" song by Richard Sanderson. Last night I watched "La Boum" and something clicked in my mind the moment the movie titles came by. I highly recommend that movie (and its main song!).
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Fantastic. Another day gone bad. Not only I lost my notes taken at university with great effort (who knows where they flew thanks to the wind...), but it had rained until the end of the afternoon and a careless car passed by at great speed, soiling me with rain and migo mixed together.
«Ugh! You fucker!» My feet stomped hard on the dirt, realizing that what had just happened was just the beginning of a long evening. I'll just open the front door, walk into the kitchen, and throw my comfort on the sofa that I look forward to.
It seemed like an eternity would pass on the way back, and my body barely even managed to walk, almost like a dead weight. Don't walk on the ground. That would have been the last straw.
«Shit,» I thought aloud, the moment my eyes saw my house from afar, «Finally home». Taking the keys out of the backpack was also, a real pain in the ass: a real tangle of wires and metal had formed there since my headphones had not been folded properly. A sigh escaped from my lips the moment I walked through the front door, searching with difficulty for the light switch. I didn't waste any more time removing the ruined clothes (and placing them in a water bath) and letting a hot shower melt my nerves. It was just what I needed.
I knew I had a smile as I lathered my body thoroughly. Now the scent of lavender was something calming.
``I should make some tea too``.
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«Oh, now that's what I am talking about! ». My smile didn't leave my face, as I excitedly opened the book I had left hanging a few days ago, due to my exam period. Being under stress didn't help me find the concertation and desire to identify myself with the main character of the book. ``That's enough``. This thought flooded my mind. ``Now you can rest, because you deserve it, so enjoy your reading``.
``Thanks, other me, maybe you're right`` I replied to the little inner voice that I assumed had a satisfied grin on her face.
Yet my eyes fell on the mega poster that took up most of my bedroom wall: Miguel O'Hara. This man was going to be the death of me one of these days. I remembered the day when my heart wanted him only for me: in the new Spiderman, starring Miles Morales, many would have said that he was the perfect villain, even if I kept countering, claiming the opposite. Of course, his anger issues didn't help get people on his side. He was perfect in every aspect: tall, muscular, intelligent, thoughtful. My god, where do I have to sign to have him next to me?
«Too good to be true». I sighed aloud again as I pulled my attention away from the poster and back into my book. I think it wasn't long after I started reading and my eyes started to get heavy. I might have let go of the book, and fallen asleep with it on my chest. It had been a bad day in every way. Perhaps that is the reason I imagined hugging Miguel more than once. Maybe that's why I also felt my mattress getting heavier under my back.
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I was awakened by the sun's rays penetrating through the curtains of my room. I loudly grunted at the thought of getting up early to do my daily cleaning chores around the house. But what harm would it have been to stay in my warm bed for at least an hour longer? Turning over, I had the feeling that my bed had gotten much heavier. Or was I still dreaming of hugging Miguel?
Slowly my eyes opened and focused on an unfamiliar figure lying next to me. I had a moment of confusion. Why...was there a person in my bed?
Only when I fully focused on who was in front of me I almost fainted on the spot.
"AAAAHH!" I grabbed the first pillow nearby, slapping the stranger hard several times, and leapt out of bed, the pillow still in my hands. The man, taken aback, tripped on the ground, and a great thud resounded in the bedroom. I hugged the pillow tightly to my chest. Oh, holy god. What was happening at that moment? I was so confused I could have sworn my face was as just as confused.
The man grunted aloud and scrambled to his feet, throwing his hands in surrender.
«What the fuck did I do?!» he yelled, in sheer confusion too. Maybe at that moment, I could have passed out, I swear to whoever you want! Because whoever I had in front of me was a real dream.
«Holy shit...»
«What?!»
I swallowed hard. «You are Miguel O'Hara. Miguel O'Hara was in my room, in my bed!»
#miguel o'hara x reader#miguel o'hara#marvel imagine#miguel ohara#miguel x y/n#miguel o hara headcanons#miguel o'hara x y/n#miguel o hara x reader#miguel o'hara x you#marvel x reader#marvel#spiderman 2099#spiderverse#spiderman across the spider verse spoilers#spiderman across the verse#imagine#fan fiction
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hiii can i pls get a scenario of like a big bad delinquent male reader standing up for jonathan and jonathan is scared that y/n will hurt him too but he's actually really chill andthey become friends, and them maybe more??;
Jonathan, the pretty boy.
Jonathan Byers X Male reader
CW: swearing, bullying, use of "queer" as an insult, smoking, reader is mentioned to be higher and more buff than Jonathan, cheesy ahh writing I've done at 4 am
He has already got used to be thrown insults at.
"Creep!"
Basically an everyday routine by now.
"Pervert!"
Wake up, go to school, hear gross words, go home.
"Queer!"
Day after day, how many times he didn't try to hide and skip in the bathroom. In fact, there, a new way of torture started: banging on the door, throwing wet toilet paper, looking under the door, and again, insults. He didn't even do anything to provoke them. In Hawkins High, you have to simply be a loner, to be chosen as a punching bag. Jonathan got tired of it. Every day. He dreamt of just staying at home sometimes.
It was one of those day, when everything seemed to be pushing him. When the oh so familiar words he didn't really care about anymore, started hurting again for some reason. But he couldn't do anything. He couldn't and he knew it. So what else was there left but just take it? Take every push, every punch, every insult... Just waiting. Waiting once it will all be over again, and he could get up and go home.
Jonathan closed his eyes, listening to the same words again and again, even starting to wish his bullies would think of something new, as he was getting bored of those same phrases over and over. That is, until he heard a new voice.
"Hey, get the fuck off him."
Everyone stopped at the same time, as if a switch went off.
"The hell dude? The police are coming or something?" - that's Tommy's voice, he's a total bastard, annoying as hell.
"No, but I am. Get. The fuck. Away. Bitch." - again, that new voice. Jonathan didn't recognize it, at least, he didn't think he did.
"Jeez, do you have a problem? Why so feisty?" - Tina. She's not actually doing anything, just standing around, laughing her ass off.
"Guys, that's L/N... If he's serious, we actually have to go, like, right now... Have you seen what he's done to Billy's face that one time?" - Vicki. She whispered that last part to the rest of the group.
After which, fast running and some phrases, unrelated to Jonathan could be heard, furthering away. He was abandoned, once more. Thrown out like a toy, once someone took it away from it's previous owners. And Byers had a feeling, the new owner's going to test out his new toy really soon...
His steps came closer, until he stopped, about ten inches away from Jonathan's head on the ground.
"You're alive?"
Jonathan nodded, biting his lip and nervously trying to cover his face up.
"You like lying around like this or what? Meditating?"
He heard a deep laugh above him. Jonathan opened up his eyes a little, being ready to shut them at any needed moment. He was met with a curious face above his, which had a sly smile and a cigarette in it's mouth.
"Ayy, you woke up! That's good."
Jonathan felt a pat on his shoulder, at which he flinched instinctively.
"Hey, relax, I don't enjoy beating people up, unlike some fuckers, who can't even take one person without a group..."
Byers made an attempt to stand up, and failed miserably, before being caught by the stranger he still was cautious of.
"Careful there... What's your name, eh, pretty boy?"
"Jonathan..."
"You have a last name, John?"
The stranger smiled, smoke coming out his mouth.
"Byers..."
"Good to know. I'm Y/N L/N. You may have heard some things, don't take them as gospel, really."
Jonathan thought about it for some time. He did remember some talks about a student with the same last name beating the shit out of Billy Hargrove on some party. And teachers talking about someone like that stealing something from the cafeteria...
Byers nodded, nervously looking around.
"Hey, it's alright. I promise I won't hurt you, okay, pretty boy? I only bite if someone bites me first. Or if... I'm asked to."
Y/N winked, making an unfamiliar feeling bloom in Jonathan's chest.
"So, Jonathan, wanna go somewhere? Like, to eat, or maybe just hang around the streets or some shit... I'm bored out of my mind, if I'm honest, and you seem like a bodyguard wouldn't hurt. What do you say? No pressure."
Sure. No pressure. This big, intimidating man, who just scared off his bullies with two sentences, is now being all friendly, asking to hangout, and saying, no pressure?!
So, of course Jonathan said yes.
And if he's being honest... He didn't regret it. Y/N turned out to be a surprisingly guy to talk to, once the fear wore off. They went to get some food, and then took a relaxing walk in the woods, talking about whatever. Y/N ended up driving Jonathan back to his house, and when Byers got undressed to go to sleep, he found a note in his back pocket.
"Sorry for scaring you, pretty boy. xoxo"
And a number written down.
Jonathan smiled and shoved the note under his pillow.
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"Jonathan, your boyfriend's here!" - Will shouted in the direction of his brothers room, moving out of Y/N's way, as he entered the house.
"I swear to god Will, if you don't stop calling him that!"
L/N chuckled, as his friend emerged from his room, rubbing his eyes and faintly smiling.
"Hey, Y/N... Where are we... We going somewhere?" - Jonathan looked up and down at his friend.
"I don't know. We can go somewhere if you want. I mean, you said Will's going to leave, so..."
"Yeah, I am. So you two can kiss all you want." - Will said as he took his backpack out his room, heading to the dood.
Y/N laughed again, as Jonathan covered his face in annoyance.
"Thanks for your permission, Will. Wouldn't have done it without."
So there they were, sitting in Jonathan's room, as Joy Division played softly. Y/N had his hands wrapped around Jonathan's figure lightly, the other boy's head on his shoulder.
"Thank you." - Byers's voiced echoed in the room lightly.
"What are you... talking about?"
"Thank you. For saving me then, for providing me emotional support... For making the bullying less intense now..."
"Nah, you'll thank me once it'll be completely over, Jonathan the pretty boy."
"Well, that's a new name."
"Couldn't decide which one to call you, so I chose both. Sounds chessy as hell, I know."
"It does, but y'know... That's why I like it."
Y/N laughed, ruffling Jonathan's hair up and giving him a quick peck on the lips. Jonathan froze, looking at the other boy wide-eyed. Only after he realised what he had done, L/N quickly stood up, grabbed his jacket and stammering out:
"Sorry I... I just remembered... I uh... Need to go."
He stormed out of Jonathan's room, his hands shaking a little when he tried to open the front door. Stumbling with the lock, he felt a pair of hands on his shoulders. Y/N slowly turned around, only to be met by a pair of lips smashing into his. Wasting no time, Y/N reciprocated, lifting Jonathan up by the waist, pushing the kiss deeper. When they finally parted, Jonathan rested his forehead on Y/N's, feeling each others heavy breath on their lips.
"And thank you... For this, too... Y/N, the pretty boy."
#x male reader#x reader#stranger things#stranger things x reader#stranger things x male reader#jonathan byers x reader#jonathan byers#Jonathan Byers X male reader#🍷 mlmmetalhead
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Same Anon here! And sure! It doesn’t have to be an idol reader if you feel like it’ll be bothersome, he could even be an employee at a rivalry company or something like that!
But if you keep with the idol route, the plot could be like they’re both at a music show / award show, and both of their groups are aiming to win Boy Group of the Year 👀 And when one of them wins, that would obviously cause the other to get super jealous and angry but those feelings would only be turned into sexual tension when the reader and heeseung see eachother backstage~~ LOL
rivals (with benefits) — lee heeseung x male!reader (m.)
PAIRING: lee heeseung x male!reader (he/him)
SUMMARY: it's awards season. the competition is high, and many boy groups were nominated for boy group of the year. and one of the groups were none other than enhypen. that's where lee heeseung is in, your rival, but is he really your rival? do you really hate each other? or is it all an act?
WARNINGS: dom!heeseung and sub!male reader, unprotected sex, name-calling, degrading, making out, semi public sex, blowjob (heeseung receiving), little heejay moment, slapping, dacryphilia, hair pulling, creampie, nasty, nasty sex
AUTHOR'S NOTE: this is probably the nastiest, eye rolling, sheet gripping, toe curling, dick throbbing fic i've ever made so far
"i can't believe i'll see that little shit again."
you roll your eyes, while your makeup is getting done. it's award season, and this time of the year is the most competitive, with hundreds of groups pitted against each other, with only one group to take home each award. award season. this means you'll see tons of groups, both backstage and general. of course, your rival, heeseung, will be here.
"i'm gonna see that fucker again."
heeseung sighs as he waits for his makeup artist to finish, staring at himself in the mirror. he flashes a smile, confident, since he looks stunning. when he's done and the makeup artists calls for the next member, he sits down on one of the big black couches. jay was seated next to him and heeseung scrolls mindlessly on his phone. he gets interrupted when jay call him with a "hey." heeseung hums, eyes slightly wide, turning to him. "yeah?"
jay scoots closer to heeseung and the space between them get smaller. heeseung freezes, and jay chuckles. "do you really hate him?"
heeseung eyebrows arch, confused. what was jay talking about? "who? him? my rival?"
jay nods.
"oh, i hate him. he's such a little shit, always making fun of me when we lose to them at music bank and whatever fucking music program." heeseung looks pissed as he rants on, but jay knows something.
he knows heeseung doesn't actually hate you.
jay laughs loudly, throwing his head back. heeseung looks at him with a puzzled expression. once jay's laughter dies down, he faces heeseung again, this time with a small smirk on his face. what a fucking weirdo. heeseung thinks.
"you're a comedian, heeseung."
"what the fuck do you mean by that?" heeseung asks him angrily. cute. jay thinks.
"now listen here, man." jay moves closer and heeseung fucking gulps - jay's face has completely changed. his face has a dark expression, eyes extremely ominous. heeseung feels out of breath, especially with how close jay's face is.
"i know for a goddamn fact that you don't hate him. matter of fact, you want to fuck him."
heeseung's eyes widen, and jay finds it cute. the latter exposed heeseung, and he feels nothing but satisfaction brimming in him. jay takes a hold of heeseung's chin, his lips parting slightly as watches heeseung frown and grit his teeth. heeseung admits that jay looks hot, and the moment is so fucking tense, he can physically feel himself start to sweat.
heeseung feels defeated. he sighs and closes his eyes. jay hums, genuinely suprised that heeseung didn't even try to defend himself. really, how would heeseung defend his faked hatred towards you when jay already knew what was happening between you two?
"fine. you win." jay lets go of heeseung's chin, and heeseung hangs his head low. surprisingly, jay isn't mad at all. he actually puts his hand on heeseung's shoulder reassuringly, to which heeseung looks at him.
"that's why, i'm here to help you." jay flashes a smile at heeseung.
"what? what do you mean?"
"you see-" jay gestures heeseung to scoot closer again, and he does, so jay continues.
"remember how, whenever the show ends..."
heeseung freezes as he has a moment of realization. jay gives him a look, he knows what heeseung is going to say, and heeseung smirks, jay is a fucking genius.
"we all get sent to our respective dresssing rooms?"
"exactly."
"which means, i can just call him, make him come to our room, and then you-know-what? you're a fucking genius, park."
jay laughs and heeseung does the same. the two men let their laughter die down before they share a fist bump. jay sits back and places his arms on the couch's head, watching the other members get their makeup done.
"oh and one more thing." jay speaks, still looking at the other members. "i'll be your wingman." he turns around to look at heeseung, clicking his tongue and winking at him. heeseung laughs and calls him amazing. heeseung then turns around - jay stares at him for a little while, gears turning in his head. he stops staring and looks at the other members.
heeseung smiles as he thinks about their plan. his cheeks color a slight pink when he realizes what he's about to do to you. he imagines the dirtiest stuff and realizes that he will do it in such a place like this. a public place. oh, it excites him.
you braced yourself as you headed towards the main seating area. it was going to be loud, for sure. you're in a rising group and have won several music show wins, topped the charts, had a lot of views on your music videos, and went viral.
as you walked towards your designated seats, the scream of the fans were defening. it wasn't all bad though, at least you and your group members have a solid fanbase. you sit down and notice that there were already a few groups who were seated already.
"hey, it's them." your member elbows you as you follow his eyes.
the screams of the fans wavered back again as enhypen walked towards the seating area. you look for a certain orange-haired guy, and you find him almost immediately. damn, he looks amazing. although you did remember you were rivals, so you had no reactions whatsoever.
oh god. he was coming closer. heeseung walks up the stairs. shit. is he seated next to your group, when the two parties are rivals? heeseung locks eyes with you, an annoying grin plastered on his face. you shoot him a dirty look as he walks closer. thankfully, the cameras probably won't see you two.
"may the best group win." heeseung says as he takes a seat next to you, although there was some space left behind. you stare at him and you forgot that you were his rival. whoever styled him needed a goddamn raise because of how stunning he looked.
"whatever, we'll win anyway." you huff out. heeseung just chuckles. he feels a nudge to his side, and it was jay. he smirks at you, and at heeseung. heeseung nudges him back. he doesn't want jay to catch your attention.
your attention was saved for later.
"jesus, how long has it been?"
it's been what, an hour and a half, and the awarding part of the show hasn't started yet. you silently agree with jay. you wanted to them to get it over with so you could go home. you wanted to be announced as the boy group of the year, take the award, thank the fans, and then leave.
you watch two people walk onto the stage. finally. let's get this over with. you thought. the couple announces the start of the awarding.
you drown out almost everything they said, but you didn't forget to clap and bow for the other groups, of course. but as time went on, your clapping got slower and sloppier. you were fucking tired.
"now, for the best boy group of the year..."
and suddenly, all your drowsiness disappears, and you're all ears. heeseung also snaps out of his trance, leaning forward to pay attention. the woman takes out a piece of paper from the envelope, reading the winner's name.
"enhypen!"
you were surprised. not mad, but you will admit that you felt a little jealousy. either way, you clapped enthusiastically for them. heeseung turns around and smirks at you before walking onto the stage with the other boys.
the fans were screaming and other groups were clapping. heeseung walks onto the stage with his members - the cameras followed all seven of them as they walked towards the microphone to deliver their speech.
they all stand and wave. heeseung grabs the microphone and starts his speech. well you'll be damned. did his voice get deeper? you were unsure, but either way, his voice was hot.
"finally! thank god!" you sigh a breath of relief. the award show was finally over, the fans were leaving the venue, and you were more than ready to head home and fall onto your soft, soft bed.
tons of groups were scattered throughout the hallway. some idols were even interacting with each other, whilst some were headed towards their rooms, ready to head home as well. in the crowd, you easily spot heeseung, who seems to be talking to jay.
"hey, motherfucker." heeseung watches you walk towards him, hands in his pocket. you cross your arms, giving him a stern look. he laughs, throwing his head back, his adam's apple bobbing. what the actual fuck.
"you guys go first. i'll be there later." you tell your group members, and they leave. you clicked your tongue at heeseung, who's staring at you strikingly, head leaned on the wall. jay stares at you as well, arm placed on heeseung's shoulder.
the three of you just stand there, and you sigh. "are you two just going to keep staring at me? speak up." heeseung stands straight. jay touches heeseung's back in a subtle way, heeseung nods at him, and jay proceeds to leave.
"you're just jealous we won. come on, wanna visit our dressing room?" you reply with a "whatever" and let heeseung lead the way. the hallway was still pretty crowded, so heeseung obviously keeps you by his side, how?
by snaking his arm around your waist.
you try your best not to react to heeseung's hold on your waist. the subtle movement of his fingers were electrifying, they were like little sparks. all that while heeseung looks forward, a serious but handsome look on his face.
suddenly, you didn't want to go home anymore.
you enter the dressing room and find it weird how jay is the only one inside. where are the others? heeseung closes the door behind you as you sit down on the couch. you didn't notice it, but heeseung shoots jay a look, who moves closer to the door.
"where is everyone else?" you ask heeseung, who sits directly in front of you. he has his legs wide open as he sits - it's as if he was inviting you to stare at his crotch. you take a quick peek and he is huge. heeseung seems to not notice.
"they're busy, and for the members, they're catching up with other idols." he replies, still sitting like that. "okay then." heeseung stands up and your eyes follow him. he stands in front of one of the tables and you see a golden object. it was their trophy for winning boy group of the year.
heeseung looks at you for any reaction, but you don't say anything. "i fucking get it. you guys won."
"you're jealous, aren't you?" heeseung asks nonchalantly.
"listen, i do not give a fuck if you guys won. what the hell do you want me to do, heeseung? throw you a party?"
heeseung glances at jay for a split second, who quietly opens the door, locks it and leaves. you don't notice that not when you're half-pissed at heeseung. heeseung starts to smile.
the plan is working.
"and- what, hello? lee heeseung? i'm fucking speaking here!" you stand up, now pissed.
"listen." heeseung's voice drops a few notes. it booms across the room. you were taken aback, and you gulp. as cliché as it sounds, heeseung slowly walks towards you. you take a few steps back. "heeseung, what are you doing?" you ask him while walking backwards.
shit. you hit the wall.
heeseung swiftly grabs your wrists, pinning them above your head. all the air gets knocked out of your lungs and you feel yourself shrink. heeseung towers over you and you can't help but think of how tall he really is. heeseung removes one hand, using his other hand to keep your wrists in place. are his hands that big? either way, your cheeks burn at the thought of how huge his hands were.
"what the fuck? let me go!" you thrash around, and heeseung laughs. it was no use, heeseung's grip on you was so strong, and you had no chance anyway. for a second, heeseung gently swipes his thumb on your cheek, it was so soft that you leaned into the touch.
heeseung then removes his hands. "wait what-"
a loud smack echoes across the room as heeseung slaps you in the face, hard. you whimper as you feel the prickling heat ripple across your face. heeseung laughs, and you feel your eyes shimmer with tears.
"pathetic little bitch." you audibly gasp at his words - you'd never expect him, lee heeseung, the one who is adored by fans, to be this mean. you quickly start to get hard. you never expected you actually like being degraded. heeseung just proved that just now.
"you're actually jealous, aren't you? you want to win so you won't be a burden to your fans who voted for you, streamed your songs and bought your albums, right?"
you hung your head in defeat and feel yourself start to cry. it was so fucking cruel of heeseung, but you loved it at the same time. heeseung laughs at you like a madman, forcefully grabbing your chin to look at him. he cooes once he sees your pathetic and teary-eyed face. "but don't worry, i can help you with that."
"h-"
heeseung grabs your chin and presses his lips against yours. he lets go of your wrists to hold your ass. you gasp, and heeseung takes that as an opportunity to enter your mouth. he sucks, slurps, and tastes you. the sound was disgustingly hot - you wrap your arms around heeseung's shoulders, breathing through your nose as you kiss him deeply. heeseung moves his leg and places it in between yours.
he starts rubbing his leg on your tent, and you whine in his mouth. your arms tighten and pull heeseung closer. both of your eyes were closed, eyebrows frowning, sweat forming on your temples, and corners of your mouth drooling. you feel yourself shaking when heeseung's leg rubs faster against your crotch.
you both pull back, watching a string of saliva form in between your lips. you wipe your lips and heeseung thought of something that makes him smirk. something nasty.
heeseung pushes you to the front and leans on the wall. "get on your fucking knees." you follow his order immediately, and his bulge was a feast for your eyes. "come on, do something baby. you can't just stay there." you nod and start shaking knowing what you're about to do.
your start palming heeseung through his pants and notice a wet patch leaking through the fabric before you start licking him through the fabric. heeseung's hands flies and takes a hold of your hair. his grip was painful, of course.
a hint of saltiness tickles your taste buds as you lick his pants one more time. "can i, daddy?" holy fucking shit. heeseung might go crazy. he nods, and you unzip his pants. you both watch as his cock bounces up and you moaned at how huge he was.
you wasted no time in pumping him. heeseung stutters a moan and rolls his head back, his neck on display, you wish you could leave hickies on him - you start pumping heeseung even faster, watching his pre-cum leaking from his tip. you lick the tip, and heeseung's legs start shaking, and he moans loudly. "oh, fuck, yes!"
you pull back, hesitant. how the hell are you going to take him when he's that big? heeseung clicks his tongue, and you stare up at him pathetically, like a lost puppy.
"aw, scared of my dick? remember, i'll have to fuck you later." those words just made you needier. harder. it was technically true, you have to get used to him. after all, you wouldn't want this night to pass without heeseung fucking you.
"psh, i'm not." you reluctantly move closer to his dick, staring at it for a few seconds. "come on you pathetic littl-" you grab him and take him into your mouth. heeseung was caught off guard, evident by the loud moan he emits and the pure pleasure on his face.
you start bobbing your head up and down, and you stare up at him. heeseung could cum from that alone. you moan frequently around heeseung, causing him to tighten his grip on your scalp. he knows he's not going to last long. you feel tears gather in your eyes again as you try not to gag.
"what a slut, sucking on my dick. what if someone walks in, huh? seeing you all hungry for my cock, isn't that embarassing?" heeseung says in between breaths and he tries his best to make his words clear, but it's hard, knowing the number of sensations he's being given right now.
you moan at the response, your cheeks are literally burning from his words. you grab his balls and play with them. you're drooling and the sounds you were making while sucking him off were disgusting, but hot. heeseung feels like he's about to explode in your mouth, his toned stomach clenched.
"baby, i'm close. i, fuck! want you to swallow all of it, okay?" heeseung starts shaking even more.
his hair is messy, some of it even sticking to his forehead, which was covered in sweat. his cheeks were burning too, some drool was evident on the corner of his mouth, and he remembers he still has his formal attire on, which was sticking to skin, slick with sweat.
heeseung moans beautifully as he cums in your mouth. he was overwhelmed, trembling from his orgasm. his orgasm was so intense that he saw black for a few seconds and his legs were about give in any moment. you moan as you start tasting heeseung's cum, your mouth starting to fill up, heeseung came a lot.
heeseung takes a moment to recover before pulling you off his dick. "say ah." heeseung leans down and tilts your head up, and you show him his liquid inside your mouth. "and... swallow." you swallowed, tingly because of the salty taste of him. "good boy."
you stand up, and heeseung pulls you into a kiss again. the both of you tumble and fall onto the couch, and you continue kissing each other deeply. heeseung then shuffles down and covers your neck in kisses, which tickles and makes you shiver. heeseung emits small breaths and moans from time to time.
"h-heeseung." heeseung bites your neck with some force, and you hiss from the pain. he was so aggressive, letting out his pent-up emotions and need for you. heeseung moves up and places his lips next to your ear, growling.
"turn around for me and slide your pants off." you did as he told, positioning yourself. you grab a pillow and hold onto it while unzipping your pants and letting them pool around your ankles. "so fucking beautiful." heeseung then proceeds to rip your boxers off, and you find yourself yelping at that.
heeseung massages the skin of your ass while watching your rock-hard dick twitch. you brace yourself and heeseung finds it cute how you'd let him do anything to you.
you cry out as heeseung gives your ass a hard slap, crying out into the pillow. heeseung massages the now flushed skin before slapping it twice, then thrice. you were a crying mess at this point - heeseung moves back to admire his work, your ass red and hot.
heeseung couldn't wait any longer, rubbing his huge cock against your hole, and you clench in response. he slowly pushes the head in and the two of you share a moan. he enters you fully before wrapping his arms around your torso, head resting on your back.
"goddamn, you're tight. that needy for me, huh? my slutty boy, my rival?"
"i could say the same to you, desperate to fuck your rival you definitely hate."
the two of you laugh together and heeseung lets go of you and digs his nails into your waist, and you were sure there'd be some marks. heeseung slowly pulls out until his head was almost out of your hole. three, two, one. heeseung sends his hips forward, which launches you forward, and you scream into the pillow. "yes! oh fuck!"
heeseung had to bring one of his hands to his mouth to keep himself quiet. he watches himself disappear inside you, your ass bouncing from the force of his thrusts. you were shaking so much and your body temperature was unbelievably high, and you forgot that you still had your attire on, which was sticking onto your skin due to your sweat. it was uncomfortable, but you barely noticed, heeseung was fucking you into oblivion. you were both in heaven.
heeseung tugs on your scalp and pulls your hair. he pulled it with so much force, you slip a cry between your moans, and you thought heeseung was going to break your fucking neck. the room quickly gets filled with the sound of skin on skin and your desperate cries and breaths for each other.
you try your best to turn around to look at heeseung, who stares at you, eyes-half lidded.
"goddamn, you're so good for me, so needy for me." heeseung moans loudly.
you stare at each other needily, before sharing another deep kiss. your chin is covered with tears, sweat and saliva. it was so sinful but it was so hot.
"oh my god! yes!" you scream and shove your face into the pillow when heeseung repeatedly taps your protate. "fuck, fuck, heeseung! it feels so good!" heeseung starts plowing into you, your cries for him fueling his eagerness to make you cum. "come on baby boy, cum for me. show me how much you love my cock."
both of your moans and cries of pleasure rise in pitch and you feel your dick start to tremble. heeseung knows he won't last any longer, he wraps his arms around your torso again and rests his head on your back. he finally got to fuck you after all those stolen glances at you, all those nights jacking off, imagining himself fucking you. he can't believe this is real.
"c'mon baby, fucking cum for me like the good boy you are." heeseung clenches his teeth and jaw and his neck veins start to decorate his neck. heeseung is fucking drenched in sweat, his hair all over the place, some drool on the side of his mouth, but he doesn't fucking care.
you scream your lungs out as you cum. you literally felt your pelvic muscles contract from how hard you came. you cum directly on the couch - heeseung lets out the prettiest cry of pleasure as he cums into you. the two of you just stay there, out of breath.
with his remaining strength, heeseung pulls out and watches his cum flow out of your pink hole. he closes his eyes as his tongue takes a taste of his cum and your hole.
"heeseung! n-not there!" he doesn't listen as he slurps and plays with your hole. you tasted amazing, and heeseung gives you a taste, sharing yet another deep kiss with you, and you swirl the juices in your mouth before swallowing them.
"are we still rivals?" heeseung asks as he sits down on the couch, exhausted. you sit down next to him and kiss him on the lips for one last time before grabbing a pile of tissues to clean up.
"yeah, with benefits."
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Partners in crime || Jake Lockley x Reader
Summary: the experience of working with Jake is great, but it's even better once the job is done
Rating: explicit! (+18)
Warnings: unprotected sex, oral (f & m receiving), knife play, dirty talking, daddy kink, Khonshu 🤭
Word count: circa 5500
Pairing: Jake Lockley x fem!Reader, Khonshu & fem!Reader
Authors: Fenrir & Cass
A/N: green italics indicate Khonshu, red italics illustrate Jake speaking Spanish
You growled as you ascended the stairs to your apartment.
Being a thief wasn't easy because the job took you longer than expected and because the idiot you worked with almost got you caught. You were supposed to have a meeting, but you were two days late. All you had to do was return home and contact the guy you often worked with.
"What the hell are you doing in here?!" You asked entering the living room and seeing Jake, sitting on your couch as if it was his own.
The man sat comfortably on your couch, his legs crossed, a lit cigarette held in one hand, a bottle of whiskey in the other, and his brown eyes were observing you attentively. “Y/N, you're fucking late. Don't you fucking think you're wasting my fucking time, eh? I've been waiting for you to arrive, and nothing happened."
“I nearly got my ass ripped off by Brazilian police. I wasn't going to get late." You rolled your eyes and tossed the bag on the floor. "I was going to contact you after I reached back home."
Holding the bottle in his hands, Lockley took a deep gulp straight from it. "Are you expecting me to feel pity for you, sweetheart? It's your fault that you chose your work partners incorrectly."
"I don't care if you pity me. This is the last thing I need from you. So, again, why are you here and what did you do to get in here?" You asked, crossing your arms over your chest.
A mischievous grin spread across his lips as he replied, "I've got my ways of getting in. I came because I was frustrated by the lack of contact from your side."
"I didn't intend to be late, and I really tried to get here as soon as possible." You sighed as you sat down next to him. "It's not the first time we worked together."
He scolded, finishing his cigarette and offering you a bottle. "It's not the first time you are late. I think it's just a habit of yours."
"Jake, don't be so dramatic. It's the first time I'm actually late." You groaned and took the bottle from him before taking a sip.
"How was it? Any interesting news?" He asked casually.
With annoyance, you told him, "Oh, it was such a beautiful trip. No news. I barely made it back, I was more focused on saving my ass just to come back to you."
"What happened?"
"Well, some fucker ratted us out. Being sure he'll get more money for it than for helping us, I shot him." You shrugged as if nothing serious had happened.
He looked up at you flatly and said, "Well done. You grow up."
Saying this, you looked back at him irritated as hell. "Don't speak to me like I'm some kind of noob. I know my job and I know what I'm doing."
He not only pestered you with his work, he also broke into your flat without a second thought; you have grown annoyed with Lockley lately.
The bottle was snatched from your hands and he downed its contents. "Will you help me with our next job or not?"
"Ey!" You cried when he lifted the bottle and huffed, crossing your arms over your chest. "First of all, it's your thing. As long as you pay me, I'll help."
"Sure, I'm willing to pay. I've never stolen anything from you, chiquita, so don't worry about it."
"I hope so, Lockley. So what was it about this time? Did you again pretend to be Indiana Jones and chase after some junk?"
"No, I already said what I was doing. Some people need to be silenced, it's mostly done now, but you and your skills might be useful to me, nena."
"Oh, really?" You hummed as you placed both of your legs on his lap.
Despite Jake's lack of boundaries, working with him was pleasant, and he paid well, which was enough. "I wonder why you need a woman to help you since you are so effective."
Immediately, he gently rubbed you on your calf with a rough palm of his. "I thought I was clear, a beautiful assistant is always a pleasant distraction."
"Oh, well, it's definitely a helpful distraction for you," You teased him slightly. "This isn't the first time you ask me for assistance. I should really charge you twice. For getting my hands dirty and then warming your cock."
"Oh, don't play such a prude, honey." He snapped a little, moving his hand up your leg, then slipping it under your leather skirt, massaging your thigh. "I haven't heard you complain about warming up my cock when I was fucking you last time, instead you cried my name so loudly you attracted the attention of pedestrians when I was fucking you in the back of my car." He said. "No me mientas, hermosa." Jake whispered with narrowed eyes. "Moreover, you know I hate it when you tell lies to me."
As you softly gasped, you wrapped your arm around his neck.
He was more than right, last time was fun. Although you wanted to repeat it, sadly it wasn't the right time. "You are so cocky and cunning that you better tell me what the job is. You broke into my flat in order to get it done, so spill it, Lockley."
"There's one guy. I need to get him off quietly, and you know me, it's fucking hard at times. But you have the ability to get to him without creating much of a fuss. He'll get all head over heels when he sees you."
"I guess he orders a lot of whores and I will have to pretend to be one in order to get close to him." You said, all needy and high-pitched. "Or should I play a girl eager to be fucked by him?"
Jake brought his hand to your cheek, where he rubbed his calloused thumb against your soft skin. "You're such a smartie. Just look at you, such a hottie. If we succeed in getting rid of him, I'll reward you."
"I need to know what dress to wear, so let's get to planning."
Waiting was his least favorite task. There was no way for him to control what was happening inside the apartment; if he wanted to stay low and not make a fuss, he had to trust you with what needed to be done. Knowing how to keep things quiet, unnoticed by others, was one of your skills.
As he smoked another cigarette, he checked the time on his Rolex once more and let out a sharp sigh.
You both went with the whore plan. Being allowed in was not difficult at all, especially if the guy liked his ladies.
You went there wearing the shortest dress you could find, fishnet tights, and black high heels.
You started your job right away, being nice and flirty until you had the chance to slit his throat. Since he tried to lay his nasty hands on you too soon, he deserved it.
You didn't stop yourself from rummaging through the drawers while the poor guy was bleeding out. It wasn't like he had a lot of those.
As soon as you knew the guy was out for sure, you removed those damn hills and opened the window so you could use the fire escape. You finally made it safely into Jake's limo after climbing down. "You could tell me he is nasty as fuck. I will stop doing things like this, I swear. Fucking bastard."
Although it was a lie, the excessive amount of makeup on your face only exacerbated your anger.
Raising an eyebrow, he looked at you. "What did you expect? That he'll read you a bedtime story and rub your shoulder? I told you what he likes, so don't bullshit me."
You growled, digging through the bag you left with him. "Nothing really. Guy treated me like a fucking ragdoll, putting his paws all over me as I stepped in. Now excuse me, I'll go insane if I don't take that crap off my face."
Then you grabbed your bag and went to the back of the limo to clean yourself up.
Once you joined him, Jake felt a huge sense of relief; it was like a heavy stone had been lifted from his shoulders. Despite the fact that you were just his co-worker, he felt strangely attached to you. If the dude you were with wasn't dead, Jake would have slit his throat for even touching you. When you reached the back of his limo, he started the engine and drove away from the hotel.
As you sat down, you put your legs on the couch and turned on the light. After a quick dig in your bag, you pulled out the brush and brushed your hair before finding items to remove your makeup.
"Amazing work again, Y/N." Khonshu himself decided to appear on the other couch.
At this point, he wasn't anything new to you. "Thank you, but it isn't like I had a choice. Too bad I got blood on my dress. Jake owns me one now!" You said the last part a bit louder to make sure Jake heard.
Khonshu chuckled softly. "You'll get a new one, don't worry. Sometimes I feel I can only count on you and your skills. What did you get yourself?"
Finally, you were done with makeup removal and sighed, looking at Khonshu while rubbing your eyes.
“The guy didn't have too many things there. Thankfully I found some money and a necklace. Looks like he had someone, possibly a significant other. Poor girl." You shrugged as you put on the necklace, relaxing on the couch.
Khonshu observed you silently for a long time. "For now, you will not be assigned any new tasks. Everything you had to do was already performed, on a temporary basis."
You whined loudly. "Too bad, I'll miss Jake breaking into my flat or doing all the work for the two of you. Let's hope I will be needed again soon."
"Jake will need your help despite his reluctance to admit it."
"He's a difficult type, huh?" You chuckled.
"Pretend you didn't hear me say that."
The vehicle stopped soon after.
As you giggled, you pretended to close the zipper over your lips, promising to keep quiet about it. You joked, "Ey, Mr Driver! Why are we stopping? I have an important gala to attend."
Door openings and closings could be heard. Lockley joined you moments later. "What was it he wanted?"
You smiled at him, shuffled, and responded, "Not much. Just congratulating me and promising me a dress. Why? Are you jealous? Worried that the ancient god will take me from you?"
"I can't handle the idea of his sweetness paired with your equally wry attitude."
"Oh, wouldn't we make a good pair? Don't you think, Khonshu?" You asked with a wry laugh following. "Maybe we should jump on each other?"
Jake cocked his brow and snorted loudly, adjusting his leather jacket and lighting his cigarette. "Eres graciosa, Y/N."
Khonshu replied so both of you could hear him, "You’re my another candidate, Y/N."
As you bowed your head in acknowledgment, you said, "I am flattered by that. I will be glad to serve you." You looked at Jake and took the cigarette from him.
"You weren't supposed to take it?" His eyebrows cocked as he stated.
You shook your head and took a drag, letting out the smoke through your nose. "However, I did. What are you intending to do about it, sweetie?"
Jake did not say a word, but just let his eyes wander over your exposed body and legs in a too short skirt.
Just like you did in your flat, you put your legs over his. "Like what you see?"
"Perhaps." He replied quickly, yet once again his hand touched your calf.
"The last few times, you were more certain about my legs." After removing your legs from his lap, you started undressing. First it was your blood-stained dress, then those annoying fishnets. Soon you straddled his lap.
"Much better."
You were too well known to Jake. He knew well enough that you wanted to fuck beneath the facade of hatred and frustration. As you shifted in your seat, his dark eyes stared right at you. As he brought his index finger and thumb to your chin, he forced you to look at him. He lowered his lips, "I don't like secrets being kept from me." Jake hypocritically said with a shrug. As his thumb roamed over your chin, tightly gripping it, he forced your head to tilt. "Tell me, what else did you grab from the flat, doll?"
Your eyebrows raised as you asked, "Since when am I yours? But since you asked so nicely, I grabbed some cash, which I need to survive, and because you never gave me gifts, I grabbed a pretty necklace, too."
He cocked his eyebrows as he studied your face. Suddenly, his lips pressed hungrily against yours as he placed a hand on the back of your thigh.
Grabbing his leather jacket, you kissed him back, moaning.
Yes! It was the best part of every meeting with Jake; it's exactly what you were looking forward to.
You were pushed so that you lay down on the couch. Jake grabbed your face between his hands and pressed his weight on top of you. Your elbow rested against the seat, but Jake's greedy nature pulled you down. Jake slid his tongue along your lip. As he sat on his knees, sneaking his fingers from your cheek all the way down your neck. As his hands made their way down to your breast, he bit down harshly on the bottom of your lip, causing blood to prickle from the wound. When Jake kept kissing you hungrily, his calloused hand roamed along the side of your stomach, to your hip, and stopped at your thigh.
While it was annoying as fuck, you simply loved the way he handled you. He was the only one who could do that.
After pulling away from the kiss, you looked to the side with a smirk on your lips.
Khonshu sat there like it was a business meeting.
"Someone likes to watch how tiny humans have fun, huh?"
Khonshu's laughter filled the limousine cabin. "I've seen many things, my little Y/N, but some never get old. Don't worry about me, pretend I'm not here. Watching you getting laid is still way more interesting than meeting with all those fuckers at Giza."
"Whatever you say, boss." Shrugging slightly, you grabbed the collar of Jake's jacket and pulled him in for another kiss. As you waited too long, there was no more time to waste.
In Jake's opinion, it was odd for Khonshu to join you during intimate moments; he didn't care whether he was being watched or not, yet it still made him wonder what Khonshu's motivations were. Could Khonshu have been so lonely in his former life that he was trying to make amends in a strange, prudish way?
Your thigh was lifted over Jake's waist, allowing him access between your legs. Jake chuckled, reaching into his back pocket to pull out his favorite dagger. As his other hand rubbed little circles over your pussy through the fabric of your underwear, he brought the dagger to the underside of your neck and lightly tapped your skin. "¡Sólo mírate! On my fucking mercy. Are you planning to fucking obey finally?"
Trying to increase friction from his touch, you rolled your hips loudly, purring loudly. You knew him well enough to know he wouldn't hurt you, the dagger was just a toy. You shivered at the touch of the blade. “Do not think I am scared by this little thing, sweetie. You must do more to tame me."
Continuing to rub the dump spot on your panties, Jake planted another heated kiss on your plump lips. The tip of his dagger's blade was pressed harder against your skin, making you squeak for him. "Aren't you tame already? Being so fucking wet like a good girl would?" He asked. "Dripping down your thighs, just for your daddy?"
His eyes became dilated at the sight. The sight of you so heated made his cock twitch in his jeans. There was no hurry for him. From your neck, Jake roamed the blade of the dagger to the edge of your lacy bra, then trailed the tip down your half-naked body to the fabric of your panties "Lift your fucking ass up for me or I'll have to cut through your fucking undergarment, doll." He demanded.
A soft hiss left your lips at the feeling of the blade moving down your body.
When he got like this, you loved it, but it got even better when you pretended to be a bit of a brat. You reluctantly raised your hips for him. "I paid too much for those to let you just cut them." You said and wiggled under him to get your panties off. You stuffed them into his pocket with a soft hum. "This souvenir is for you. If you ever feel lonely, daddy."
The mischievous grin lit up his face as his brow furrowed slightly. As you were laying under Jake, your chest heaving as you looked up at him, Jake cooed, "Well, well, look at that, doll. My personal whore is at last being obedient. After I'm done with you, you're going to be begging for more, cariño." He deepened his voice. He said, "I told you not to lie to me." He pressed his dagger against your lower stomach, but after this, he brought it up to the stripes of your bra and easily cut them off; Jake grabbed the material and threw it on the floor of his car. Jake's calloused hand reached between your thighs, separated earlier by his knee; Jake's thumb rubbed your clitoris and reached down to tease your entrance. An enormous smile formed on his lips as his dark eyes dilated. "You're wet already. How pathetic. I barely touch you."
"Who said it was for you, love?" You asked, looking right into his eyes.
Playing the brat always made him go even harder on you, which you loved. Looking at Khonshu, you let out a sweet moan. "I've always wondered if you were watching even if you weren't with us. Now I know how it feels to know you are watching."
Khonshu's laughter filled the limo. "Little human, you're so full of yourself, aren't you? I've been watching you all the time."
Getting up off the couch cushion, Jake pulled you to the edge, spreading your legs even wider. "If you want me to fuck you, you better shut up, stop speaking to him and obey." Jake murmured, pressing his lips against your clit, flicking his tongue a little against your folds. As he felt you tense beneath him, he groaned. "I miss that little pussy of yours."
Laughing with Khonshu, you glanced down at Jake, bending your back slightly to feel his tongue on your needy clit. Oh, you weren't planning to obey, not yet.
"I can tell someone is very jealous of me. What is the reason? Isn't fucking an avatar kinda like fucking Khonshu himself?”
Your clit was grazed by Jake's fingers. Jake saw how you were restraining yourself from begging, and the tip of his dagger grazed your thigh. "Shut the fuck up, Y/N, or you're going to fuck your cunt yourself with one of your plastic toys." Jake curled his lips in a fake frown. Grazing the inner part of your thighs with his tongue, he trailed his middle finger between your folds; he saw how you loved to play with yourself by roaming your fingers against that spot. He buried his finger inside of your slick heat, licking his lower lip, Jake's eyes fixed on your face.
That was the goal you were aiming for. He was becoming increasingly irritated by the minute.
“I am sorry, daddy. I didn't mean to make you jealous." You said softly, before letting out a quiet moan.
He loved teasing you. As his fingers were coated in slick, and as wetter you got, the more he wished it was his cock. He loved the way your back arched to his touch, your thighs quivering when you neared your peak. As soon as possible, he put the knife on the cushion.
Your juice gushed out of your needy slit as Jake spread you wide open. His mouth descended on you hungrily, licking and slurping, as if it was the sweetest thing he had ever tasted. The more he indulged in your sweetness, the more he moaned. His tongue plunged into your slit while his hand grazed your breast. His dexterous fingers twisted and pinched at your stiff nipples.
"F-fuck, daddy!" You whined loudly, moving both of your palms into his hair to tug on them. Those colossal fingers of his always made you see stars but you needed more. Moaning his name, you tugged on his hair strongly, arching your back. "Daddy... Please. I want you to fuck me hard."
Despite your dripping cunt, he kept on devouring you, moaning and sending vibes through it. He paused for a moment. "It is pathetically insincere of you to beg me like that, sweetheart. Show me how badly you want my cock to fuck your cunt." He returned to flicking his tongue along your folds, slipping it directly into your pussy after a moment.
Meantime Jake took off his leather jacket, he unbuckled his leather belt, opened his fly, and pulled his pants and boxers down underneath the curve of his ass, his aching cock curled up towards his belly button. “Just look at what you’re doing to me, Y/N.”
You smiled broadly as you stared at his cock, then straight at him, running the tip of your tongue along your lips. "Can I suck your cock daddy, please? I want you to fuck my throat until I am unable to speak."
Jake measured your face by the coldness of his brown pupils. "On your fucking knees, doll. What are you waiting for?" He asked, taking a seat on the couch cushion.
Getting down on your knees, you moved closer to him. After spitting on your own hand, you gave him a few strokes before wrapping your mouth around him. Your moves at first were shallow but soon you began to take more and more of him until your nose touched his base.
As soon as your gag reflex kicked in, you pulled away to catch your breath. You then wiped spit off the corner of your lips before doing it all over again.
In order to keep the hair from falling into your mouth, Jake gathered it on the back of your head, where he held you with both hands. "I'm so impressed with you, little whore. You're doing a great job."
"Just your whore." You gasped, pulling away for a moment before swallowing his cock whole again, staying at the base a bit longer as you started playing with his balls.
"That's it. Touch yourself. I want to see you play with yourself." He ordered in a husky tone.
Grinning around his shaft, you moved your hand between your legs and started playing with yourself as he asked you to.
Jake grunted as he rested his head against the back of the couch.
"Look at that, Lockley, our sweet Y/N is so eager." Khonshu commented.
You pushed one finger into your tight hole and moaned around him before pulling away quickly. As you gasped, you moved your hips a little. "Oh, daddy, fuck!" You murmured. "I want to taste your cum."
Jake let go of your hair, grabbed hold of your head, and got up as high as he could without hitting the roof with his head; he kept your head steady as his hips bucked, his shaft shuffling deep into your throat as Jake groaned. A grunt escaped his lips as he shot his thick cum directly into your mouth.
With a happy whimper, you took everything he had to offer. You closed your mouth as you savor the sweet yet salty taste on your tongue. You took a moment to show Jake what a mess he made in your mouth before closing your mouth to swallow it all, just being extra as always. Obviously, you showed him that you swallowed it all like a good girl.
He leaned down and kissed you rough, humming as he tasted himself on your tongue. "Look at you, my little puta, you learned a lesson. Atta girl."
Jake sat back on the couch and jerked himself a few times; he got all hard again soon. As his girth curled with forking veins, the swollen tip dripped pre-cum down the underside of his cock. "Loss for words, querida?" Jake questioned. "Come to me. I wanna fuck that pretty cunt."
You crawled to him and soon climbed on his lap. "I know my daddy can get hard really soon. I still remember the night daddy fucked me for hours. I couldn't walk the next day."
As Lockley kissed your lips, his cock rested against your stomach. His fingers grazed your inner thigh as he said, "The first time we fucked, huh? What a beautiful night. You set me on fire with your stubbornness." Jake pressed his lips against yours as he threw you off his lap, pressing your body flat against the couch. He hovered over you, resting his arm above your head and looking down at you. During his movement, the ripples of his muscles contracted as his hair flung over his forehead, all messy. "Say it. Beg."
“Please, daddy. I need you to fuck me so hard that I am unable to walk. I want you to fuck me so hard that I am going to fall on my face with your fucking cum." You pleaded, touching his chest in desperate need of any touch.
"Good." Jake muttered, lowering his head and greedily grazing your lips. His hand curled around the flesh of your thigh and he lifted it over his waist. He stroked his cock over your sloppy folds. Jake smirked, "So fucking wet." In an instant, he sheathed his big cock inside your cunt, causing you to catch your teeth on the inside of your bottom lip. I've been waiting for this for a long time."
Whimpering, you bit harder at your lips. He wasn't the only one who was waiting for this moment. He ruined you, if you're being completely honest. There was no other man who could satisfy you. You didn't even try to get close to anyone else because none of them were Jake. You moved your hand between your bodies as you moaned his name.
"D-daddy, look what you are doing to your little girl." Taking one of his hands, you moved it where your bodies were connected and up, to your abdomen to show him the bulge in your lower belly each time he entered you.
His lips curled into a smirk as he grunted deeply. As he sucked on your neck, he massaged the area where the bulge had formed when he pushed into you. Jake's cock was so hard inside you. "That's my little cunt. My beautiful fucking whore." Jake moved his hips back to pull out of you. He glanced down to stare at the ridge of his dick drag against your walls; he took a hold of his cock and spat on it only to slip back into you, this time fucking you as hard as it was possible. His rough hand was running up and down your calf.
The entire limo moved to the rhythm of his strong thrusts.
You could only scream his name again, just as you had before. The only thing you cared about was how well you were fucked and not where he parked or if anyone heard you. He fucked you so well that you already felt sore, and you knew what it would feel like later or tomorrow. "You have this cunt only for you, daddy. I am your whore, your cumdump to use however you wish."
Keeping his hips surging in a repetitive motion, Jake rolled his head back. Your pussy felt too good around him, quivering with each heinous thrust of his. "That's right. You're mine. Fucking mine. Whoever tries to touch you will be dead." He urged his pace, picking up your other leg and resting both of them against his muscular shoulder. His balls hit your plump ass. "In or out?"
Feeling your own high approaching made your mind a little foggy. Everything felt so good. This time your mouth was open in surprise as you heard his question. You begged him with a pathetic whimper in your voice, "I-In... Please, cum in me. Fill me up with your warm cum and mark me as yours."
While biting and kissing your neck, he increased his pace. He pinned you down with his chest and weight. When he felt your wetness spilling over his cock, a powerful tone sounded within his chest as he shot his cum in your dripping core. "Fuck!"
You reached your climax by moaning his name as loudly as your lungs would allow. You tightened around his cock. "Fuck... Daddy! So good!" You moaned sweetly, rolling your head maximally back.
As he continued to fuck your pussy with his still throbbing cock, the pace slowed. After kissing your lips, Jake moved down to suck on your nipple. "I hope you are still on your pills."
Having pulled out of you, Jake ensured that all the drops of his cum were on your folds as he jerked himself off.
As you whimpered at the feeling of emptiness, you nodded your head. "Y-yes daddy. I am on pills."
"Good." He praised and pulled both boxers and jeans up, zipping the fly and fastening the belt. Also, he improved his shirt. "Get dressed. Khonshu left. Maybe it was too much foreplay for him."
Groaning, you slowly sat up, shivering at the sensation of his cum dripping onto your inner thigh. Slowly, you put on your dress. "Too bad he disappeared. I was hoping he would watch the whole show. I tried my finest for him."
"For him? An old, fucking pigeon skeleton?" Jake cupped your chin between his fingers. "Do you want me to drive you back home, doll?"
"Yes, please. I don't think I can walk right now." You answered with a cocky smile. "And it's all your fault."
As he searched for his keys in his pocket, he pulled out the panties you had hidden for him. A cocky smirk spread across his face as he sniffed them and ran his tongue over the fabric. "No hay problemas, hermosa."
Leaving you at the back of his vehicle, he returned to the driver's seat.
As you giggled loudly, you made yourself as comfortable as possible on the red couch. "You are a nasty fucker but I fucking love it, Lockley."
Instead of rolling the window that separated you from him down, Jake lit a cigarette and smoked it while driving. He couldn't get off his peak, and his member was still throbbing in his jeans.
After letting out a deep sigh, you rested your head against the window, watching everything that was passing by. You gradually regained your composure after the event.
"You love him." A strong voice chanted next to your head; it was Khonshu.
You were almost dozing off at this point. Khonshu's voice made you jump, but you calmed down once you realized it was him. "Perhaps. There is no place for love in my work, and I don't think Jake has a place for it either."
"You, small humans, are so pathetically stupid, not understanding the power of love and hatred." Khonshu said, shaking his head. "He does hold a very special place in his heart and life for you. It's time for you to realize that."
You chuckled. "Yeah, he definitely does. All he cared about was getting his cock warm before going to another job." Rolling your eyes, you sighed sadly. "People care mostly about sex. Not bonds. That's the way it is. Even if some want something more."
Khonshu tapped your head a few times with his hand. "I know you're better than that, little worm." He said before disappearing.
Suddenly, a thick envelope filled with money was thrown right next to you on the couch as soon as the window separating the back of the limousine from the driver was rolled down. Jake watched you in the rare mirror as he said, "Your payment, Y/N. I will contact you. Be ready at any time."
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moments i play in the dark
part 3 of a Serena van der Woodsen playlist - best heard in order
tracklist and quotes under the cut
Writer In The Dark ~ Lorde
I still feel you, now and then
Slow like pseudo-ephedrine
When you see me, will you say I've changed?
Dancing With Tears In My Eyes ~ Kesha
It's all my fault
I'm dancing with tears in my eyes
Just fighting to get through the night
I'm losing it
With every move I die
Wildest Dreams ~ Taylor Swift
Say you'll remember me
Standing in a nice dress
Staring at the sunset, babe
Red lips and rosy cheeks
Say you'll see me again
Even if it's just in your wildest dreams
Tomb ~ Angelo De Augustine
I walked into your life at the wrong time
Never quite been perceptive of real life
It was not your fault or a fault of mine
But it's hard to let you go this time
Lookalike ~ Conan Gray
Don't you know we're done?
And I'll admit that I sometimes, maybe, might
Think about you at night, well, almost every night
No matter how I try to hide
And erase you from my mind
I'm dying
To find a lookalike
Supercut ~ Lorde
Cause in my head (In my head, I do everything right)
When you call (When you call, I'll forgive and not fight)
Better in My Memory ~ Rebecca Black
Cause I've had way too much
I'm gonna turn it off, turn it off
Reprogramming our history so it's perfect in my mind
Changing the way it ended so you never see me cry
Other Lives ~ Hazel English
I'm going under
Get out of my head
I'm running away
From things that don't make sense
Golden Touch ~ Razorlight
That kind of girl, yes, she's never alone
You leave a thousand messages on her phone
But you know you never get through
And you could have it all if you wanted, girl
You could have it all if it matters to you
Alphabet Boy ~ Melanie Martinez
You think you're smarter than me with all your bad poetry
Fuck all your ABC's, alphabet boy
Tears Dry On Their Own ~ Amy Winehouse
Even if I stop wanting you
A perspective pushes through
I'll be some next man's other woman soon
I cannot play myself again
I should just be my own best friend
Not fuck myself in the head with stupid men
Heart Of Glass ~ Blondie
Once I had a love and it was divine
Soon found out I was losing my mind
It seemed like the real thing, but I was so blind
Mucho mistrust, love's gone behind
Funplex ~ The B-52’s
Faster pussycat, thrill, thrill
I'm at the mall on a diet pill
Oh, broke my heart at the Funplex
Yes you did, yes you did
Circus ~ Britney Spears
Don't like the back seat, gotta be first
I'm like the ring leader, I call the shots
I'm like a firecracker, I make it hot
Pretty ~ Coco & Clair Clair
Yeah, I'm sitting pretty but I'll leave you scarred
'Bout to pop some bottles on the fuckin' boulevard
So Good ~ Klischée
Lost inside the hype, I can taste it as I move
You want to join the ride, don’t be scared to break the rules
Roller coastin’ flippin’ minds around
Tell me why it’s wrong if it feels so good
Can’t help being bad, I got no excuse
Bubblegum Bitch ~ MARINA
Don't care if you think I'm dumb, I don't care at all
Candy bear, sweetie pie, wanna be adored
I'm the girl you'd die for
I'll chew you up and I'll spit you out
'Cause that's what young love is all about
Liquid Smooth ~ Mitski
I'm pulsing, my blood is red and unafraid of living
Beginning to end
I'm liquid smooth, come touch me, too
And feel my skin is plump and full of life
I'm in my prime
Get This (Bang Bang) ~ Klischée
It gets me high, sweet sugar bang bang
Won’t let me down, gold trigger bang bang
Living life in luxury
Want it all right now
Think you can keep up with me?
You should try and chase me down
Actors, Rappers & Wrestlers ~ Kari Faux
Only sip tequila, thirsty for the limelight
Claim he wanna settle down but only when the time's right
But he can’t pin me down, cause I'm not the wife type
I might just spend the night or shit I might just catch a flight
Show & Tell ~ Melanie Martinez
I'm just like you, you're like me
Imperfect and human, are we?
Show and tell
I'm on display for all you fuckers to see
The Family Jewels ~ MARINA
Family said that I decided to live a loveless life
Is it my fault we stay divided? 'Cause I got too much pride
Pass the parcel, wrap, unwrap, and open up the locks
Out come flying all the secrets of Pandora's box
3am ~ Halsey
My insecurities are hurting me
Someone, please come and flirt with me
I really need a mirror that'll come along and tell me that I'm fine
I do it every time
I keep on hanging on the line
Ignoring every warning sign
Come on and make me feel alright again
Bang Bang Bang Bang ~ Sohodolls
So we put on our eyeliner
And a bit of glitter dust
Life at night is always finer
Neon streets are full of lust
Sea Hearts ~ Honeyblood
Creatures that live just for the night
I can stay out as long as I like
'Cause no one's calling me to come back inside
So what we put off the rest
They're so awkward in our presence
We don't give a fuck, they're not our friends
The Passenger ~ Siouxsie and the Banshees
I am the passenger
I stay under glass
I look through my window so bright
I see the stars come out tonight
I see the bright and hollow sky
Over the city's ripped backsides
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Hello you wonderful human you!~
I hope you've been well and that 2023 has been treating you nicely ❤️
May I request some more headcanons?
How would your UF, US and SF skellie bros react to a hostile alien invasion after humans attacked them first? Who would fight back? Who would run? Who would join forces with the aliens?? Would any of them have a major role in the conflict?
Feel free to change up the characters if you think another's reaction would be more interesting or if there are too many of them! Thanks in advance~ 🛸
Thank you! I hope 2023 has been good to you as well hueheueh
And you always can send in whenever you like, wherever you like! Whether that'd be on a Tuesday morning, a Saturday evening, when you're venting during a game of amogus, the ask box is always open.
Woah That's An Alien... Wait There's More Aw Shit They're Mad
Red: "didn't you fuckers learn what happened the first time you tried to fight a different species what the fuck they're gonna steal all my crops now-" he is Not Pleased but also, will barely be an active participant unless they come near his brother or you (provided you didn't start shit). If it ain't his fault, he didn't see it, but also he cares, ya know? Shits complicated.
Edge: When it comes to Edge, he's... More inclined to do his own thing. He's not Bad™ or Good™, he's just there, doing his own thing. (You can absolutely see Reds influence on him here lmfao) He doesn't believe he should be fighting for the fault of others (that being on the side of the humans) but he also likely wouldn't be helping the aliens if they can handle themselves well (so help them if they come within 100 metres of his things tho-)
Blue: "..... Who Did What Now? " He's so lost, the poor man. He's like, trying to wrap his mind around why humans would want to start a war with a species they know next to nothing now. While Blue's moral compass isn't as flimsy as old scarf he has on constantly, he, uh, wouldn't really want to be picking sides but maybe try to prevent any casualties if he could. Or if he's unable to do that, at least keep his family safe.
Stretch: " Man,,,,, you, uh, you think they like weed? " followed by a smack up the side of his head but do not think this is on purpose, oh no, this man is absolutely shitting himself as every scenario runs through his mind of how this could get so much worse. He's just really good at covering it up with his goofy demeanour, but he also sucks ass at keeping a facade so you can easily catch when he looks worried. He's honestly more likely to have his family hide as well as himself.
Black: It's.... Complicated. He's not happy with the fact that humans have, once again, started a war with an entire species but he cannot say he's exactly surprised. Milord is probably one of the few ones that are actually like, having to take charge of the situation because as much as he's upset there are people that he cares about here, and that will be his priority first and foremost.
Rus: On the other hand... Is more akin to hide away. It's not that he's scared, this man has seen death in the face too many times, it's just.... He doesn't really enjoy being involved in conflict. He doesn't like having to fight or hurt others for something someone else has done so he resorts to staying in his own lane, watching from the sidelines until he's quite literally forced to do something about because all other options have been exhausted.
#undertale#undertale imagines#undertale headcanons#underfell#underfell sans#underfell papyrus#underswap#underswap sans#underswap papyrus#swapfell#sf red sans#sf red papyrus#undertale x reader
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🔎 A song you can't stop analyzing :)
from a music ask meme, here.
i already mentioned Dessa, but hell, i'll do it again.
every time i listen to mineshaft 2, i love the song, but i get this slightly unsettled feeling because i'm not a hundred percent sure what she wants the listener to get from it.
like, on the face of it, this is a story about a woman trying to get past a romantic relationship that has ended and that hurt her a lot, and ultimately deciding the thing she has to do is forgive her ex and quit carrying around her anger at him. which, like, fine, that's a perfectly good moment to build a song around.
but the song itself—man, i don't know.
first of all, in gesturing in the beginning at the ways her ex hurt her, she (inadvertently? purposely?) makes a really good case for cutting this fucker out of her life once and for all, forgiveness be damned. like, the whole first verse:
Fifteen years from tonight you have to make a decision
The greatest love of your life
Is gonna call during dinner
From the home of the girl that he's living with now
And the guilt he'll say is killing him
He's wilted in the middle and he knows how bad he acted
Knows he can't have you back
But the fact is he can't be happy when you're angry
And you're so angry, he says you stayed so mad
And he heard it on the street that
You moved back in with your dad
That you were drinking something awful
And that makes him sad
Then he says it's good to hear your voice again
And that it's hard to ask it, but he's calling with a question
He's been working real hard, he's trying to make a new start
An honest to God fresh beginning
So maybe you could try to finally find it in your heart to forgive him
Like, a guy who reacts to knowing he's done you wrong by super playing up how ABSOLUTELY TERRIBLE he feels, oh, he's so guilty, he's in such emotional pain about it, almost like he's trying to make you feel bad for him. About his guilt. That he has because he (admittedly!) treated you badly.
and something about the line "he says you stayed so mad" makes me very uneasy, like he's manipulating the whole situation so that really he's the victim here. oh and he's criticizing your living situation purely out of Concern. and then gosh hey, here comes his actual ask, after telling you that you're so mad at him, he just wants a little absolution.
just. everything about this feels to me like a very chaotic and messy person you'd know in your early to mid twenties who maybe(???) doesn't mean any harm but also is going to pursue exactly what they want in all circumstances, any other consideration be damned, even if it means occasionally diving into your life and throwing lit matches and gasoline around.
then we get the refrain, which is an obvious reference to the first mineshaft song, ("i've been here before and i know where it goes / it goes down") which i think in that context refers mostly to her depression. in mineshaft the first, she refers to the end of a relationship as "and when i lost you, i lost some good love and a hand to bite."
but now it's
You've already been here before
You already know where it goes
You chose this, you know it's supposed to be over
but what is "it"? the song is largely about a relationship that has fallen apart, so is she saying she needs to separate herself from her feelings—both good and bad—about her ex? is she saying she needs to stop falling for his shit and getting hurt again?
we continue:
He hung up the phone, you listened to the dial tone
And you stared at the stove until the beeping started
You read some love letters some threats and some you couldn't tell apart
That you keep under the bed at the apartment
her ex wrote her threatening notes? maybe that's a metaphor. but not being able to distinguish a threat from a love letter, that feels like a giant red flag about the kind of person she's dealing with.
now the speaker starts to turn the blame on herself:
And then you did what he asked you to do you opened your heart up
Right there on a napkin on the carpet and part of it was frostbit
But you've always been a smart kid
Could still distinguish, the blood black as pitch
Valves had gone stiff, veins and scar tissue
Four chambers just a standard issue
But none had room, forgiveness is huge
And you had two full of ice water
One full of salt, one packed with coal
Eager and ready and willing to find fault
and maybe that's supposed to be the thrust of the song, right, that she's saying, 'see, i painted him in this terrible light because i'm bitter and judgmental, that first part was me being an unreliable narrator, listen to this part instead.'
but i'm not sure i buy that? i found her earlier description hard to get past. it felt convincing. maybe she is holding a grudge against her ex, but honestly some amount of grudge seems deserved in this case. also, we've gotten a taste of how manipulative her ex can be, tearing her down right before invoking good times ("Then he says it's good to hear your voice again") and asking for that favor. i mean, he tells her she "stayed so mad" and then she seems to kind of go, "well, he's right."
the speaker's solution is to find her younger, ten-year-old self (the "you" she addresses at the beginning when she says "Fifteen years from tonight you have to make a decision"), and "borrow" that child's heart so she can "call an old friend and I can tell him that we're finally even".
but again, i don't know:
You chose this, you know it's supposed to be over
I've been here before
And I already know where it goes
You chose this, you know it's supposed to be over
that refrain feels so ominous to me. the imagery of finding her best self and trading hearts feels ominous. the concept of approaching this person who we know has manipulated (and threatened?) her, armed only with the heart of the child version of herself—it makes me nervous.
i will admit i am carrying my own baggage into this, and in my case, my early twenties dating relationship that really damaged me was one where when it was over, i made the conscious choice to cut the person from my life. maybe every five years, i google this individual so i can be sure we aren't living in the same city. that's it.
but i also have a tendency to hold a grudge, especially against people who hurt others on purpose. maybe the speaker is on a different path from me. maybe she is doing better to invoke her younger self? maybe "it" in "it's supposed to be over" is her anger, specifically?
maybe the ambiguity is the point? esteemed Dessa scholars of tumblr, if anyone wants to weigh in here, you are more than welcome.
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I don't know if you still do requests because your pinned posts says you do but it's 1 1/2 years old so I'm not sure, but I do have a fic/hc (whatever you wanna do) request for Niragi getting a squish (platonic crush) on the reader and how him dealing with it. Sorry if this is really vague and a bit awkward, I've never really requested anything before 👉👈
I do, I just don't always got the idea juices for it.
Now, Niragi getting a squish? Let's do Headcanons, easier on my end and hopefully enough for you, alright? Don't fret, you're doing fine. :D
I don't know which part of Niragi you want, so.... Three times. Pregame, In the Borderlands, and Post-ish Version. I do hope it's enjoyable, it's been forever since I've done a request.
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Pre-Borderland
-Niragi always saw you around town, minding your own business, but hell was he about to approach you.
-I mean, look at him. Look at you. He doesn't know why, but he feels like he's got to make a good impression for you. And he's still somewhat an outcast, even if he's making efforts to not be.
-(He's also scared he'll scare you. You look very polite.)
-(Not that he'll admit that.)
-He's still low-key stalking you for information though. Whenever he catches a glimpse of you he keeps in mind where you tend to go, what you buy (if any), what kind of friends you upkeep. He's follow sometimes, but he's still aware of his surroundings and won't go where it would look really weird on his end.
-He's hyping himself in that way that most people (including him) assume would be 'Oh I have a crush I want to impress my crush' but for whatever reason he can't imagine actually doing that. He just kind of wants to really spin you at insane speeds though. Tease you and show off games with you in them (Not that anyone else knows who Random NPC #3 is). Cute aggression.
-Alas, Niragi never gets an explanation why he really likes you but not how he normally gets with other people. Romance, he could try, but friendship like a normal person? Hah, he has better luck making butter.
-(He's been hyping himself up in an attempt to talk to you about a shared interest.)
Borderland
-Niragi finds you at random during a game, and immediately latches onto you. Does his normal thing to everyone else, but for whatever reason laid claim to you specifically.
-You and him are both lucky it's a Clubs game involving clusters dying so less chance of death if you did pair up.
-Surprisingly, or not surprisingly, Niragi gets along really damn well with you. He's being touchy feely with you, but whether you reciprocate is your choice. But either way Niragi is being... Kind of unbearably handsy. Like he wants to hold you forever or something.
-But he can't. You're not a part of the Beach, and he has responsibilities to fulfill. You stay on his mind, and despite it all he just wants to hold you again. That's it.
-Niragi did try to imagine something further once he finds you and drags you screaming to the Beach, maybe parade you around like a trophy, but the only images he could get was maybe getting a drink together and making fun of everyone by the poolside. Mean Girls style.
-Cut to him punching a wall because he misses you.
-Whether or not he actually finds you again is up to life, and we both know that fucker isn't dying anytime soon. If he does though, he's definitely going for you, hit up a chat and pray that you aren't repulsed by his mere presence.
-He has no idea why your opinion matters so much to him, but it does. He wants to see you happy and thriving. Or at the very least not dead.
-Niragi WILL break a door down and get soft tacos with you. Kidnap you if he has to.
Post
-You're a volunteer for the effort, that's how he meets you.
-As volunteer, that means you and him don't have all day with each other, but what time you do allot to Mr. No Eyebrows he cherishes a LOT.
-He thinks you're very, VERY sweet to him, and even when he has no idea what happened, he really likes talking to you.
-It's not his fault when he gets a little pouty when other volunteers that aren't you come by to check on him.
-You think it's hilarious how much he lights up every time he sees you.
-Niragi thinks up conversation topics in bed, and 75% of them are game related because he's a nerd.
-Even in bed and a burn victim does he try to seduce you into the 'Please Interact With Me More' mindset. It's working, and he's elated to be able to talk to you.
-He also, in his medicated delirium, occasionally believes this is a romance crush, because nobody tells him what squishes are. But then he feels bad because he doesn't want to put his chapped lips on yours. A hug would be nice.... If it hurt less.
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Oh, it's on now.
13, 14, 17, 20, and 23 for the ask game? ^^
13 - What’s your favourite part of being a system?
There's this disconnect between frontspace and backspace within our headspace!! It's super nice and gives us a sense of privacy as well.
We get to project into our surroundings and cuddle each other. <3 Physical affection in general is so easy, both in terms of obtaining it and also being subtle over it when we need to be. Us holding each others' hands when we are expressing something (reassurance, love, anything really) has been our favorite go-to in public for that reason. <3
Our existence as an Xive-heavy system and especially a fictive-heavy system makes our life sound very batshit even for mundane things. Story to come in another ask in this post lol.
14 - What’s your least favourite part of being a system, if you’re comfortable sharing?
We've been experiencing a lot of blurriness and time skewering/tilting (best way to describe the how it feels to lose time chunks) because of workplace discrimination. Last time this happened was in middle school we think, it sucks when it happens.
17 - Does your system have a headspace? Are there multiple of them? What are they like?
Yes!! We have a backspace and frontspace. You can probably guess what "frontspace" is, our backspace is what you would traditionally call a headspace. Multiversal stuff also usually happens in backspace and-or middlespace, so if someone is doing or has done something multiversal and it lands in frontspace that's when/how many of us experience connecting to The Ether.
Backspace has like, everything that isn't frontspace and middlespace. That ranges from cafes to large spaces dedicated to soulbonding, you know?
You could argue we have multiple headspaces, but we'll literally just bring up the US/China argument again: the US and China are not separate "layers" of culture simply because they are physically divided in an arbitrary manner, so why should we use labels to describe our system? The question of weather we have "multiple separate headspaces," has similar vibes for reasons we can't easily describe.
20 - How would you describe your system in 3 words or less?
Together forever.
We know that sounds corny af, but it is. There is a general agreement we will always be a system or whatever. No neuroconformity here sksksk.
23 - Do you have any cool/funny stories from inside the headspace that you’d like to share?
Not anything that's particularly long or detailed, but we have some records that are scattered here and there, from both the frontspace and headspace (or, namely, the times they have overlapped and we have had heavy interaction and pings between the folks within each of these areas in the system polyplex):
December 18, 2022: our headmate Dio literally yelled out loud to literally nothing in the parking lot "hey! Fuckers!! If you're going to park those where they don't belong, how about you actually do something useful with them and park them where the cop cars go?!" and when we turned around to observe, we saw three other headmates (⚽️, Hailey: Idol, and one whose name shouldn't be said -- as they wish to find another first) and they were all laughing about this apparent statement. Dio was likely just annoyed so many carts were parked right by our car.
December 18, 2022: our Johnathan Joestar fictive dancing his ass off to Courtesy Call by Thousand Foot Krutch, and not really being sure what to respond with, because that's probably the last thing on earth we expected. Bitchplease.
⚽️ is very heavy on the diety thing and specifically the fact he sees himself as something that once was a diety, and still is or had the potential to be one. He's constantly asking stuff like "if I'm not christian, would it be heresy to pray to myself?" and he is also the one who joked about self-idolatry via lemon meringue cup offering at some point.
No seriously, he literally asked us today "can I tell you a secret?" and waited in complete silence until we got into the car tonight before telling us "You can be whatever you want. Seriously. If you want to be a god, all you need to do is say that you are. You're already giving offerings to yourself on the daily when you eat. You curate your space so meticulously that it's all your own (in both spirit and physicality), so you could literally argue that your apartment is an altar, shrine, or temple. You needn't have anything extravagant. Be gay, do crime, and be a heretic," and some of us are, like, kind of Dumb and understand this on a logical level but probably won't get it on an emotional level for a long time lolsob. This is the simplest and most 101 terms in which someone could tell us it is okay to exist and be a bit grandiose and we still don't get that emotionally.
Since we're also fairly certain some folks know who ⚽️ is (and by extension 🌬 as well) may we say that their presences are just. Very soothing? Sometimes we'll be stressed af and one of them will hum something completely random until we fall asleep, or play with our hair (or as closely as you can get to that with system projection) in the case of ⚽️, you get the idea. Their voices are so pretty, and it's very sad that none of that transfers over as nicely to the outerworld.
Ask us about our system polyplex!
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Y'all said you want some more me lore, so here we go!!
This will just be a tiny rant about someone in my life. I don't want any advice, and I won't be using their name for privacy reasons. Sit back and enjoy some tea about a crumbling friendship. <3
TL;DR: my best friend/ex sucks and I'm tired of his bullshit. I'm not saving this friendship anymore. I'm done.
So, I'm gonna preface this by saying that I'm gender fluid. I'm very open about it online and to my friends. I figured it out in 2021 or 2022 and I told my friends as soon as I was sure. One of my friends is a transmasc demiboy (B) and another is a cishet guy (D). Neither of them fully understands my gender but I think that's fine. I try to explain it as nonbinary but uses all pronouns as a simple way to remember. B understands this and uses all pronouns, masc titles and complements and everything and it makes me feel so affirmed and happy. D does not. He almost exclusively refers to me with feminine titles and things like that. It's not a horrible thing or anything, but I do like variety.
Now the main part: D and I have been friends for four (4) years this year and during that time we dated twice. I personally don't give people a third chance because this is life, not baseball. Despite me telling him that I don't want to date him, and I want to explore my sexuality and be gay and all of that, he still keeps asking me out. And then it's not even questions!! It's literally like "We should" rather than "Would you want to" or anything taking my opinion into account. He told asked me again today "You should be my girlfriend". So, I replied "Dude I'm barely a girl as is". I haven't really been feeling that fem as of late and I've been feeling mostly nonbinary in a masc way if that makes sense. Rather than talk to me like a rational adult about like "would you rather me say partner than girlfriend" or anything else he pretty much just goes "Oh. that's fine then." So, I asked him why it seemed like he only saw me as a girl. It was literally just asking, and I said that I was just curious, and he said that he had never really thought about it. That's valid. Then he way like "I didn't know you felt so strong about it, I'll leave you alone. ????? What the fuck do you even mean??
What are you talking about "feel so strong about it"? Asking why it seems like you're not acknowledging part of my literal identity? If I was feeling strong about it, I would have corrected you every time you called me something feminine. I would have asked you why you didn't once ask me if I was feeling masc or nonbinary or anything. Even if you didn't have the vocabulary, you still could have asked the "wrong way" so I could help you.
Honestly, I shouldn't even be surprised he has so little regard for me aside from when it benefits him. He didn't even tell me happy birthday when it was my birthday despite talking to me for a while that day. Why would the cishet man care about my queer identity? It's gotten to a point where I don't even want to salvage the friendship anymore. It doesn't feel genuine and it's making me feel like he doesn't even want friendship anymore. He just keeps me around in case I change my mind and date him again. That's not going to happen. Both times the relationship ended were because he ended it. The first time was literally because he said he "didn't feel the love anymore"??? What? Then I stupidly took him back. But then his reason for breaking up with me was having a lot on his plate and not being in the right mental space. That's completely valid, but I'm not giving you a third chance. We don't even want the same thing!
This has gotten way longer that I planned. It's a never-ending pit with this fucker and I'm over it. I guess if y'all want more of this kind of "lore" I have plenty or whatever. I fucking hate real men, dudes (gender neutrally ofc).
#rant#lgbtq issues#queer#drama#have some tea#gender fluid#nonbinary#all pronouns#i hate men#men suck#specifically straight men#my lore
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First off, this is a rant, and I am pissed. If you don't care, keep scrolling. This is your only warning. Also, mood music, because that's just how I feel about it.
You ever just hit the point where you're fucking done? Like, with an entire person and the situation they put you in, and the situation they want to drag you into?
Because that's me today.
I literally had the thought "I'm tired of following in the shadow of a lesser man who thinks he's a god". And honestly, I'm over it.
Mr. White Knight who thinks he's sacrificed everything for everyone else, who's done nothing but run away and then expects everyone else to follow, and then got pissed off when they got sick of it.
Also, this fucker has the audacity to call his cheating a "rebound". Hey jackass, it's not a fucking rebound if you're still in a god damn relationship. You were fucking married and you fucked a coworker 17 years younger than you, and then went on about how your relationship was already headed towards divorce when you didn't even want to work on it in the first place! Oh, and you had the audacity to tell your wife that you "tried every psychology trick in the book" on her! I hope you never work in the psych field again.
I am, of course, talking about my father. He was never there, and now, he's getting pissed off because his kids don't want to be around his girlfriend. He moved in with her after three months, they've been dating for a year, and now he's all like "I'm going to follow her wherever she goes". However, I have the sneaking suspicion that he's cheating.
And now, he wants to drag me to a state I really don't want to go to on this promise of "Better Opportunities, Theme Parks, and It's gonna be something different!", despite the fact that I've technically lived in that state multiple times, and it's NEVER different. "But you've never lived in that area before!" Good, and I don't want too!
He got all upset when I mentioned my siblings don't want anything to do with his girlfriend, and turned it into a "poor woe is me, my kids hate me". Narcissist much? Honestly, we kind of do, because he's pretending to be a man he's not for points with a woman that he himself once said he "wouldn't have for long". Like, what the fuck does that even mean? And then he said he'd like to marry her one day? But the he got upset when I told him that me and my siblings would never consider her a step mom, just the woman he would be married to? Like, fucker, you're not replacing our mom, you're just moving further out of our lives. And then he had the audacity to go "So I'm never supposed to be happy again?" Honestly, I hope he never is. He doesn't deserve it in my opinion l.
And I've tried explaining things to him, but he doesn't want to listen without turning it into an "everybody hates me" bitch fit.
Not to mention, he wants to treat me like a child while simultaneously telling me to act like an adult. I'm twenty-fucking-three, I stopped being a kid a while ago, please treat me like one. That means quit expecting me to jump whenever you say so while praying it was high enough. I'm not someone who can be bossed around by someone who obviously doesn't know what they're doing. Also, he's banned me from saying the word "seduce" (I was talking about something one of my buddies did as their DND bard) and told me I can't wear certain items of clothing. Bitch, if I wanna wear booty shorts and thigh high boots (not that I would ever), I'm gonna do it! I don't need your approval! And he can't even do the "my house, my rules" thing, because it's his girlfriend's house!
So, I'm done. I'm saving up the money, and I'm leaving. I'm headed back to my mom, and the rest of my family, helping her out, and getting an actual god damn proper meal for once, cause I'm sick of getting bitched at for eating parts of a meal that nobody fucking told me they were making, so I hardly eat anything, and honestly, it's fucking killing me. I'm emotionally exhausted, physically exhausted, because there's three adults in this house, and apparently, nobody knows how to do fucking dishes because they pile and pile and pile, and then its a half hearted "Thank you" when I do them, despite being sick and tired of doing them from my job.
Speaking of, if my fucking bosses could stop jerking my hours around and attempting to change my job description for what little time I'm still gonna be there, that'd be great! Changed me from night shift dishwashing to early morning "Night Cleaning". What the fuck is "Night Cleaning" if I'm coming in at 8 am? And why does it sound like it's just cleaning up the shit that the night crew didn't do?
But yeah, I'm just fed up with everything and everyone. I can't live on my own because it's too damn expensive, I refuse to live with my grandparents again, because I WILL fucking DECK my grandmother if she suggests I switch my degree field one more time.
And that's another thing! She won't stop trying to tell me how to live my life! She keeps trying to get me to go into a trade, or do something else. Today's suggestion was Nursing! I don't want to be a nurse! I want to be an archeologist! And she knows this! She's been trying to convince me to do literally anything else for as long as I can remember. Oh, and she keeps telling me shit like, "When you have kids". Bitch, I'd rather cut out my own damn uterus with a fucking spoon, without pain killers. Or, "When you get married". If I find someone I like who's on my fucking level and will respect me and treat me as such, then, and only then, will I consider the possibility.
I'm just so over these fucking people. So, I'm reclaiming my peace, and cutting them out of my life, because I am DONE. Just plain DONE.
Also, if someone cooks for you, is it really such a difficult thing to eat it? I make enough for people, we even have leftovers, and I'm apparently the only one who will eat them. I made an apple crisp, and I took pride in that damn thing, and everyone had a bit, and then I had more, but it got left to mold! I thought people were eating it, but no! I worked hard on that damn it!
If you read this, thank you for your time. As much as I didn't want to make this post, I felt like I needed to get it out there, and vent, because like I said, I'm done. I'm done playing nice and getting nothing out of it but more pain, and feeling like I'm not good enough for these people. I'm choosing me this time. Also, I might not be on here as much while I get things sorted, so if I drop off, that's why. I hope you all are having a much better day than I am.
#fandom speaks#personal#rant#rant post#angry rant#and this bitch wonders why i have depression and anxiety#fucker you caused it#and then told me i had nothing to be depressed and anxious about#Spotify
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You sound like a bitch, bitch
Shut the fuck up
When your fans become your haters
You done?
Fuck, your beard's weird
Alright
You yellin' at the mic, you weird beard
We doin' this once
Your beard's weird, why you yellin' at the mic?
Rihanna just hit me on the text, last night I left hickies on her neck
Wait, you just dissed me? I'm perplexed
Insult me in a line, compliment me on the next, damn
I'm really sorry you want me to have a heart attack
Was watching 8 Mile on my Nordic Trac
Realized I forgot to call you back
Here's that autograph for your daughter, I wrote it on a starter cap
Stan, Stan, son, listen man, dad isn't mad, but
How you gonna name yourself after a damn gun and have a man bun?
The giant's woke, undeniable, supplying smoke, got the fire stoked
Say you got me in a scope, but you grazed me
One call to Interscope and you Swayze
Your reply got the crowd yelling woo!
So before you die, let's see who can outpetty who
With your corny lines [Slim, you're old] ow Kelly, ooh
But I'm 45 and I'm still outselling you
By 29, I had 3 albums that had blew
Now let's talk about something I don't really do
Go in someone's daughters mouth stealing food
But you're a fucking mole hill, now Ima make a mountain out of you
Hoe, chill, acting like you put the chrome barrel to my bone marrow
Gunna? Bitch, you ain't a bow and arrow
Say you'll run up on me like a phone bill spraying led
Playing dead, that's the only time you hold steel
Are you eating cereal or oatmeal?
What the fuck's in the bowl, milk? Wheaties or cheerios?
Cuz I'm taking a shit in them, Kelly
I need reading material - dictionary
Hey Slim, your last 4 albums sucked, go back to Recovery
Oh shoot, that was 3 albums ago, what do you know, oops
Know your facts before you come at me, little goof
Luxury, oh, you broke bitch? I had enough money in '02
To burn it in front of you, hoe
Younger me? No, you the whack me, it's funny but so true
I'd rather be 80 year old me than 20 year old you
'Til I'm hitting old age, still can fill a whole page with a 10 year olds rage
Got more fans than you in your own city, lil kiddie
Go play, feel like I'm babysitting Lil Tay
Got the Diddy okay so you spent your whole day shooting a video
Just to fucking dig your own grave
Got you in your own wake, I'm the billy goat
You ain't ever made a list next to no Biggie, no Jay
Next to Taylor Swift and that Iggy hoe, you about to really blow
Kelly, they'll be putting your name next to Ja
Next to Benzino, die mother fucker, like the last mother fucker saying Hailie in vain
Alien brain, you Satanist
My biggest flops are your greatest hits
The game's mine again and ain't nothing changed but the locks
So before I slay this bitch, mwah, give Jade a kiss
Gotta wake up Labor Day to this? The fuck
Being rich shamed by some prick using my name for clickbait
In a state of bliss cuz I said his goddamn name
Now I gotta cock back, aim, yeah bitch, pop champagne to this
It's your moment, this is it, as big as you're gonna get, so enjoy it
Had to give you a career to destroy it
Lethal injection, go to sleep six feet deep
I'll give you a B for the effort, but if I was three
Foot eleven, you'd look up to me
And for the record, you would suck a dick to fucking be me for a second
Lick a ballsack to get on my channel
Give your life to be as solidified
This motherfuckin' shit is like Rambo when he's out of bullets
So what good is a fucking machine gun when it's out of ammo?
Had enough of this tatted up mumble rapper
How the fuck can him and I battle?
He'll have to fuck Kim in my flannel, I'll give him my sandals
Cuz he knows long as I'm Shady, he's gon' have to live in my shadow
Exhausting, letting off on my offspring
Like a gun barrel, bitch, get off me
We can all see you're fucking salty cuz young Gerald is balls deep inside of Halsey
Your red sweater, your black leather
You dress better, I rap better
That a death threat or a love letter?
Little white toothpick thinks it's over a pic
I just don't like you prick, thanks for dissing me
Now I had an excuse on the mic to write Not Alike
But really, I don't care who's in the right
But you're losing the fight you picked
Who else want it, Kells? Attempt fails, Budden, L's
Fucking nails in this coffin as soft as Cottonelle
Killshot, I will not fail, I'm with the Doc still
But this idiot's boss pops pills and tells him he's got skills
But Kells, the day you put out a hit's the day Diddy admits he put the hit out that got Pac killed, ah
I'm sick of you being whack and still using that motherfuckin' autotune so let's talk about it
Sick of your mumble rap mouth, need to get the cock up out it before we can even talk about it
I'm sick of your blonde hair and earrings cuz you look in the mirror and think that you're Marshall Mathers
Don't mean you are and you're not about it
So just leave my dick in your mouth and keep my daughter out it
You fuckin' - oh and I'm just playing, Diddy
You know I love ya
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It's My Fatherly Duties!
It's My Fatherly Duties!
Short DAD Scenarios
Characters: BONTEN - Rindou Haitani, Ran Haitani, Sanzu Haruchiyo
~ Inui Seishu, Kokonoi Hajime, Izana Kurokawa,
~ Souya Kawata (Angry), Nahoya Kawata (Smiley)
Warning ⚠︎︎ : Mature content, cussing, MINORS DNI
Note : requested, I added some characters. Hope ya don’t mind! These are pretty short, just little things I put together. Word barf kinda..? Anyways- I hope you enjoy :))
R I N D O U
His lashes fluttered open when he heard a loud crash coming from the hallway, along with a string of cuss words sounding like his daughter's voice.
“What the hell was that?” You groaned, not a single word was uttered from your husband when he sprung out of bed, bolting to the bedroom down the corridor.
“Tohru?!” Rindou yelled, flinging open the door. Revealing your teenage daughter fully dressed, half way through her second story window. A facade of pillows under her blanket seeminging meant to be her ‘sleeping body’.
“Oh dad, I-”
“What the hell are you doing” The man was fuming by the ears, pajamas ruffled when he jolted out of his slumber.
“Is Tohru okay?” You peeked from behind the broad shouldered man.
“I was just going to get fresh air!” Your daughter lied, making up a somewhat excuse to appease her angered father.
“Hey Tohru! Hurry up and get down here!” You heard a boy's voice call out, looking over at Rindou’s face to see the man's darkened expression.
“Who the fuck is down there? Is that a boy?!” He growled, stomping his feet over to the glass. Pushing past his daughter to take a look.
“Oh shit- her dads here. Let’s book it!” The kids whispered, but loud enough for Rindou to make out, hastily running down the dark street.
“You little shits! Don't you dare come back here!” Rindou growled, slamming the window shut in the process.
“What! Dad!” Tohru whined,
“You're so grounded young lady!” Rindou shouted, not caring for the sleeping neighbors beside his shared condo at three in the morning.
“Rin, she was just having some fun!” You defended, you were also like her when you were her age, trouble makers run in your blood. Actually Rindou couldn't even talk- he was running roppongi at her age.
“No! She's just too young to be hanging out with boys!” Rindou’s brows joined together as he withered in front of you.
“But we dated when we were her age-” You deadpanned at him,
“Grounded! My final answer!”
R A N
Ran was coming home from a late night bonten meeting, mouth agape when he saw his daughter’s feet dangling out from her window.
Fearing the worst he sprinted to the ground below his child, hands outstretched to catch her if she were to misstep.
“Mitsuri!” His voice boomed,
“Eh? Dad?!” His daughter stuttered, slowly slid out the window, climbing down like she had done this many times prior to this awkward occurrence.
Toes easily touching the grass with ease, not a scratch upon the females porcelain skin.
“Ran?” You yawned, cracking the door ajar. It was late, you waking up to your husband's screams outside your house.
“Mitsuri, what are you doing climbing out your window like a maniac?!” Ran scowled, hands running through his messed up hair. Sweat dripping down his temple from the not so pleasant adrenaline rush.
“I was just gonna hang out with some friends..” your daughter answered, fingers gripping the edge of her shirt, scarily waiting for her dad’s reaction.
“At this time of night? .. out your window?”
“Ye-”
“Phone privileges. Give me it.” Ran demanded, palm stretched out.
“But-” no question she was a tad bit spoiled by her father. You being the bad cop, while your husband played the good cop for his beloved daughter.
“If you want to go anywhere all you got to do is ask!” Ran plucked the phone from his daughter's hand, a wave of relief washing over him. Secretly thanking whatever being watching over him that it wasn't some sort of gang related subject.
“This is what you get for spoiling her!” You laughed from the sidelines, hand clutching your stomach.
“This is your fault too ya know!” Ran argued.
“I’m the one who tries to discipline her! But someone always lets it go!” You emphasized the special somebody.
“Whatever” Ran sighed, This was a lesson for the usual carefree man, a special lesson he wouldn't forget in the many years to come with his unborn future children.
S A N Z U
It was Sanzu’s best day of his life when his daughters were born, the two only being about one year apart. They were spoiled to the core, anything they wanted their money liberl father blessed them with. He thought they were the sweetest things ever, them both being a daddy's girl after all.
He never would have expected to see both of his daughters outside his humble abode, standing beside two boys, most likely a double date.
He stared in shock, hands pressed firmly against the glass, teeth gritting.
“Huh? I tucked them into bed an hour ago” You rubbed your eyes, riding yourself of the sleepiness threatening to drown you. The pink haired only tutted his teeth, swifty twisting the door knob to confront the four children outside.
“Oh you better run” your oldest daughter whispered, gesturing for the boys to make haste from her deadly father.
“You better not come back here, unless you want trouble you fuckers!” Sanzu yelled, red in the eyes from anger. Not bothering to chase after the two scoundrels.
“Dad, mom! What are you guys doing awake?” Your youngest asked, sheer panic in her eyes, watching her insane fathers unpleasant smile.
“I swear you two will be the death of me” Sanzu uttered, shoving his hands into his pockets. A irked gleen in his orbs as he stared them down.
“They were just friends dad, stop overreacting” the older daughter said,
“I- You little shi-” He bit his lip to suppress his anger fueled words, knowing well it would definitely hurt his precious children's feelings. Having regretted it later if he were to say those sinful words.
“Now now Sanzu, let's head to bed” You wrapped your arms around your lover, dragging him inside the house.
“You can sort out their punishment tomorrow, after a good night's sleep” , coating him with reassuring words. That day he learned how misjudged he was of his children, even so he still loved them with all his heart.
I Z A N A
Izana had his feet kicked up, relaxing in his office while he watched the moon. He had a clear view, the street lamps positioned next to the sidewalk, the side of his beautiful house facing his office window. He was enjoying his free time, mind taking over his body while he thought about his life choices. He was in ease until he saw his son's window light up, a long string of rope being tossed out the opening.
Sitting up from his chair, he rushed over to his clear casement. Throwing his window open, a boy and girl standing beneath his son's window. The two holding the rope still as your child tried to slid down.
“My my Yuki, where are you off to?” Izana laughed, nerves finally relaxing when he figured out what was going on. Calmly settling into the frame, head leaning on his chin. It wasn't like he had the right to be upset, he did much worse when he was his son's age. Robbing, fighting, killing. You name it, Izana’s done it.
Sneaking out was nothing compared to what he did, but he wasn't gonna just let his son go. He was more wise now, he knew for a fact he didn't want his son to end up anything like him. Sure, he wanted the boy to have fun, but in a normal kid way.
“Dad! Um- I”
“You better get your arse back up that window before I drag you around with that rope” Izana smiled, Totally different from the sentence he was portraying. Not forgetting his manners, giving a nonchalant wave to the other two kids.
“Zana? Who are you talking to?” You asked, placing a cup of tea you had prepared for Izana on his desk.
“Oh no one doll” Izana answered, closing the window before walking over to you.
“Let's go to bed, yeah?” He proposed, trailing his hands around your shoulders, guiding you to the door.
“But the tea I made”
“Im tired~”
Overall the male wouldn't want to talk further about the situation, nor would he discuss it with you. Trivial matters held no place between you both, as long as the child did not dare do it again.
I N U I
Inui wiped the sweat dripping from his forehead, the AC wasnt working at the motor shop. Him, draken and yourself were sweating bullets, the hot material around you not helping. You had decided to help the pair around the shop, cleaning what you could. Or helping with cashing every customer out, it would've been an easy task if it wasn't blazing hot.
Leaving your daughter home alone, obviously thinking she’d stay and do her teenage things. You couldn't be more mistaken, astounded as you watched her fiddle around with a boy across the street at the ice cream parlor.
“Y/N please don't tell me that Kagura..” Inui’s jaw dropped, the wrench that was once in his clasp dropping to the ground. Startling the concentrating Draken that was crouched over a motorbike.
“What's wrong Inui? Y/N” Draken twisted his body around, raising a brow when you two just started muttering to each other like two creeps.
“Is that... a boy” Inui held his chin between his fingers, squinting to get a better view of his kid.
“You trying to catch flies with your mouth Inui? Close your yap” You whispered,
“Y/N! She's too young, I feel like I just held her in my arms not too long ago. She can't get married just yet!” Inui argued, he would've been on the verge of tears if he didn't have a reputation to uphold.
“What? The fuck are you on Inui? She's probably just with a friend!” You patted his back, reassuring the man.
“Boys and girls can be friends ya’know” you added.
Cueing the two children across the road from you, feeding scoops of ice cream to each other.
“I don't think friends do that..” Inui looked over at you, eyes widening when you swung the motor shop’s door open. Hands coming around your mouth to amplify your words,
“Kagura, is that your boyfriend?”
“WHAT?” Inui almost fainted, the ledge behind him holding his wobbly frame up right.
“I didn't know you guys would be here!” Your daughter jogged across the street, leaving the boy sitting by himself.
“And no! Just a friend” She answered your embarrassing, blushing as she stared down at the ground.,
“I sense some lies” you wiggled playfully at the flustered girl.
“What! Anyways, Sorry I left the house without telling you” Kagura apologized,
“Just don't do it again, without my permission..” Inui stated,
“Especially not with a boy.”
K O K O N O I
Bribing people is his forte, and if they did not obliged? Threatening always did the trick.
And that's exactly what he did when he saw his descendant out with a male. All was dandy until the boy came running back, babbling about how his girl was the so called ‘love of his life’.
“Hey brat, you got a death wish?” Kokonoi asked, leaning against the door frame.
“Koko go easy on him, he’s just a kid” You nudged the man, a mischievous grin plastered on the males face.
“And I kinda think it's cute” You said, a small smile erupting from your daughter that was not so far behind her parents.
“I approve, kid! I like your romantic drive!” You clapped,
“Y/N!” Kokonoi pouted,
“You better not try to bribe him with money again” You threatened, waving a finger at the whiny man.
“Yeah! I like him too, dad!” Your daughter agreed.
“You're like twelve, go play chess or something” Kokonoi barked, crossing his arms in disapproval.
“Dad, I'm sixteen!”
“That's what I said”
S O U Y A
He almost had a panic attack at the sight, having to shield the man from the scene playing out. Your twin daughter saying their goodbyes to their dates, followed by a kiss. You removed your hand when the boys were no longer in view, riding off in their motorcycles.
“Shira, Nihra” You held Souya up by the shoulder, the light headed male limping towards the worried kids.
“What's wrong with dad?” Nihra questioned, eyeing her ghostly pale father.
“He's out of it” You giggled,
“I'm not crazy am i?” He stood tall, letting go of the arm you had draped around him.
“There was boys-” His voice cracked.
“You saw that dad?” Shira sweat dropped, watching as her fathers should leave his body.
“Next time ask before you go out” You smiled, you weren't too strict on the two. They were Souya’s children, earning most of their adorable traits from him. Even his fighting skills.
“This better not happen again, i'm trusting you” Souya grumbled.
“Sorry pops” The two girls remorsefully sollied the man, both hooking onto one of Souya’s arms as they helped his shell into the house.
N A H O Y A
Nahoya was beyond pissed, infamous smile widening. Taking fast steps towards your daughter and her significant other.
“Look boy, I don't know who you are. But my daughters not up for grabs” Nahoya grinned, cracking his fingers.
“O-okay sir” the boy was jittering, body trembling from the males intense arua.
“If I catch ya here again” he used his finger to slash his neck, motioning to the death that would happily greet the boy if they were to ever meet again.
“Yer dead meat kiddo” Nahoya laughed, watching as the boy ran for his life.
“Dad, that was really extra!” Your daughter sneered, a pout on her lips.
“Shut up!, you're grounded rat!” Nahoya shouted.
“Yeah Nahoya, there was no need to threaten the poor kid. He looked like he was gonna piss himself.”
“Exactly the effect i wanted”
End Note : as I said this was a word barf T-T, so it’s quite short.
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alphabet boy II
SYNOPSIS: college AU. Armin, your brilliant tutor, invites you over to his house for some studying. Naturally, you're nervous and he seems to be giving you a reason to be.
PAIRING: SCUMBAG!Tutor Armin x FEM!Reader
WARNINGS: half edited, noncon/dubcon, fingering, non-penetrative sexual content. gaslighting, manipulating,
A/N: really need the motivation to write again and I've been slacking on my multi-parters so here's a somewhat highly anticipated one. Armin fuckers, this is for you. non-Armin fuckers, I hope this converts you
WORD COUNT: 2.0k
II. I.
“You’re not paying attention.”
You feel his voice right by the shell of your ear, and the proximity nearly makes you reel back in surprise but you manage to catch yourself.
“S-sorry” You apologize, wishing you didn’t stutter.
The thing is you’re just really out of your element. This is the first time you’ve been to Armin’s house for personal tutoring, and it was hard to focus on the material when his presence was so distracting.
It wasn’t like you were fantasizing about him or anything [well…]-you always tried to banish those thoughts as soon as it came. But still, being alone with an attractive boy with a disarming charm was causing some jitters. You felt like a shy middle schooler, on edge and jittery.
The last tutoring session in the library when he [basically] called you stupid plagued your mind. The memory of him feeling up your thighs lived in your head rent-free.
“Let’s take a break.” He sighs. Your heart drops at the noise of disappointment but you suppose it’s what you deserve.
You push your laptop lightly aside on the table, the bleak light straining your eyes, and ask for the bathroom. You just wanted to freshen up and be alone for a few seconds. The bathroom is meticulously clean, something even you knew was unexpected for a boy. You looked at yourself through the spotless mirror, scrutinizing every flaw.
You sigh, fiddling with your dress collar. Why you had tried dressing pretty for a boy so out of your league, he may as well be in Mars--you didn’t know.
When you return, there is a tall glass of lemonade waiting for you.
“Thought you might be thirsty.”
It’s a simple gesture that makes you blush so you thank him earnestly. Like the gentleman he is, he assures you it’s no problem. Not wanting to prolong the awkward silence, you compliment his apartment, “This is a really nice place. So much light and space.”
You’re babbling but he engages you regardless, and you two are mindlessly discussing the benefits of living at off-campus housing over dorming. His words are pleasant but there’s a sinking feeling within you as you notice he’s bored. Or maybe distracted was a better word.
“So, do you have a boyfriend? Or anyone you’re seeing?”
You nearly choke at the question uttered through a buttery voice.
“Oh um, not really.”
“Not really?”
You made a mental note to answer in definitives. Armin seemed the type to snuff out anything he reasoned as half-truths.
“No. I uh, don’t have a boyfriend.” And then you clarified a pin-drop later, “And I’m not seeing anyone either.”
The blond hums a playful tune that’s vaguely nostalgic.
“Have you ever had a boyfriend?”
You don’t understand the point of this line of incessant questioning, and can’t calm your heart rate.
“I-um, I don’t-“
Taking one look at your serious face, eyes rimmed with worry and cheeks pink, he laughs. It’s a startling sound like bell chimes.
“Relax. I just wanted to know if you had any experience.”
The sentence flies out of your mouth before you can even ponder it: “What do you mean by experience?”
It’s not his fault if he can’t hide the feral grin that crosses his mouth right at that moment. You can’t discern his expression as you’re staring at anywhere but him, so you don’t notice the uncontained excitement that glimmers in cerulean eyes.
“Let’s move to the couch. You’ll be more comfortable there.”
You think about saying that you’re fine wherever you are and didn’t really feel like changing positions, but he’s already striding towards the couch. So you start packing up the materials, before a clear voice calls out to you, “It’s okay. You don’t have to bring all that. Just bring your flashcards.”
You hoped that wouldn’t mean he’d quiz you, but that’s exactly what he meant to do.
“Law of diminishing returns.”
“Wait! I know that one!” You brightly exclaimed, “ Uhh..it gives way to the catch-up effect which means poor countries tend to grow more rapidly and they’ll one day essentially catch up with wealthier economies.”
The blond ran his hand through his hair before sighing. You could feel your heart drop. You were sure you were right. Was your answer wrong enough to cause exasperation?
“Stick with the formal definition next time. I didn’t ask for the theory based on the law.”
You pouted, and Armin couldn’t help but relish in how eagerly you sought his approval, like a puppy performing tricks to appease their master.
“You should sit closer. Can you even see the word?”
You moved closer to him, knees knocking into each other. He looks down at the completed set.
“Well, you didn’t do as bad as I expected.” Ouch. But maybe he meant it as a compliment?
“But,” the corners of his mouth curled, “I’d say you’re still struggling.” Never mind.
“T-this is a new chapter though. I don’t think we’ve even gone over it in class.”
Blue eyes narrow, and you wonder if he’s going to give the well-meaning spiel about how staying ahead was the only way to keep up. That mantra may work for someone with high ambitions and an extremely good work ethic but you were no well-oiled machine. You had other classes too!
“Why are you so defensive?”
Your eyes widen in surprise at the question, spoken so softly and casually, you almost miss the disdained lilt.
“Oh uh-“
“Listen to me. I quizzed you so I’m able to assert your skill level. And your response to my assertion is that it’s something you haven’t gone over in class yet. Do those things relate to each other at all?”
Meekly, you shift your attention to the rug.
“Answer me.”
“N-no”, you squeaked.
“And what have I always told you? The only way to keep up is to-“
“Stay ahead.” You finished, “I’m sorry, I just-“
“Did I say you could interrupt me?”
You could feel the blood rushing to your ears, unsure when the atmosphere had shifted. Your heartbeat was beating rapidly and you could feel your body go warm.
He sighed, and placed a hand over over your folded ones, squeezing your palms.
“You know I’m just looking out for you right? It almost feels like you don’t care-“
“No!” You exclaim, “I-I do.” Heat pools into your cheeks once you realize your grave mistake, “I-I’m sorry for interrupting you.”
The blond smiles radiantly and it nearly melts away all of your worries…until he opens his mouth to deliver another damning remark.
“You know, with your looks…you don’t really even have to graduate. Maybe choose an easy major and then get some rich husband to take care of you.” There’s a distinct lack of humor in his tone as if he wholeheartedly believed every word he was saying.
Your eyebrows furrow in blatant confusion, and in the back of your mind, danger signs are flashing at the back of your head. Your thighs are growing warmer. Oh no, this could not be happening right now.
“That’s what most girls’ dreams are anyways.” He inspects his spotless nails, “You chose this class because Ackerman’s attractive right? That’s why his class has such a high drop rate…silly girls join, not understanding how harsh of a grader he is.”
You open your mouth to defend yourself but the next inflammatory remark he spews almost sends you to shock, “Though I bet, if you got on your knees for him, you’d be getting an A on those finals.” He laughs as if he was saying something particularly amusing, an undercurrent of spite coloring his words, “You wouldn’t even need me as your tutor.”
There are a million things on the tip of your tongue but no voice to speak them out. You want to ask him why he’s been so weirdly invasive, what his weird hang-up with professor Ackerman was, and of course, the casual sexism was really throwing you in a loop. Still, you have no doubt Armin could beat you to a bloody pulp several times over in a verbal lashing, and your mind was too fragile to deal with this.
You’ll sign up for a new tutor or better yet no tutor. You’ll get over your social anxiety and join a study group. You’ll go to all of Professor Ackerman’s office hours. Anything had to be better than this. You’re giving yourself this pep talk in your head but there’s no denying that your legs feel warm, and the self-improvement speech is withering away in your mind as it seeks to instead process how Armin fucking Arltert is touching you right now.
He pins you against the cushions, one hand locking both of your wrists. You’re shaking but your pupils are blown out wide.
He smirks, “There’s an excellent stress reliever for studying you know.”
You limp in his hold but the cocky attitude behind his words brings you back. You thrash under him, earning an annoyed growl from the blond.
“I’ve been so fucking patient with you, you know? Planning out your study guides, sharing my notes with you, proofreading homework, going over the mock exams—don’t you think I deserve a little compensation?”
“I-I’m sorry.”
He's right. He's right. Armin actually has done so much for you. Maybe it was too easy to take for granted because of how efficient he was, and how he acted like it was nothing. But right now, nothing really was everything.
He smiles. Yeah, this is who you were. Add just a little bit of pressure and you crumble. That flash of bravery from before was nothing but a petulant outburst from a child who didn’t know any better.
Armin coos, “Isn’t it a little embarrassing to be a virgin at your age?”
With unbridled precision, while he’s still holding your lower body down with the weight of his legs, he unbuckles his belt and ties it around your strained wrists. Red fills your face, and like always, you’re struggling to find the right words to respond. To say anything at all. Most of all, you can feel a wetness building at your core.
“I know the way you look at me, you know.” He kisses the dip of your neck, slender fingers splayed from under your shirt, “I know you’re into this.”
And because he is a scientist who must have evidence to back up his hypothesis, his hands find themselves under the waistband of your floral skirt that you foolishly wore, pushing the cure pastel underwear aside. You’re writhing in his grasp but maybe not as much as you should be, but it’s not your fault your movements are sluggish right?
“You have such a funny habit of not deleting your windows and keeping your bookmarks open.”
You freeze.
“This entire time I thought you were some prudish virgin even though you dress like a whore. Someone with who I had to be gentle. But all that fucking porn you read? Nasty. Is that why you need help in this class?” He punctuates slowly, "Because you're wasting your brain for something else?"
Immediately, you remember how you left your laptop on the table. You remember how many times he used your computer to double-check the notes, and you trustingly let him, forgetting that despite deleting your tabs, the hidden windows of steamy erotica were not yet erased out of their existence. Embarrassment violently paints your body.
He doesn’t wait or care for your response as he starts a vigorous assault on your clit with his slender finger, rubbing up and down in a vicious manner. The second finger prods at your entrance, feeling a tight cavern despite the amount of slick collected. Your eyes roll back in pleasure-is this what being with someone is like?
Stop. Get a hold of yourself. Why are you so fucking horny right now? It doesn’t matter what Armin said about you or how he called you out for the fiction you’ve read, because this is real life. But Christ, it’s Armin, the boy you’ve had a crush on since the moment he explained to you what a marginal abasement curve was. Stupidly handsome Armin with a gentle voice and too-blue oceanic eyes. Stupidly handsome Armin who coerced you into being under him.
You’re so fucking warm and tight, and Armin can’t wait to sink himself inside of you, can’t wait to humiliate you further. With nimble fingers he untied the ribbons of your dress like you were a Christmas present, groping your soft mounds and marking up your collarbone with teeth and tongue. Crystalline tears roll down the side of your face. You really shouldn’t be crying when you’re this wet.
“So fucking funny how you can’t look at me in the eye when we have a conversation but you read the filthiest fucking smut I’ve ever seen.”
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Do you want to play a game?
You do? Good.
You know how these games work if you’ve ever seen one of Clearwillow’s...but game rules are HERE since it’s slightly different! I hope this is fun for people...that was my goal! And I hope you catch the “Easter Eggs” in it. I’m curious how many people will find them all.
I’ll post everything once it’s done on FFN and AO3, and you can catch what I’m doing for @clearwillow‘s game early on my Patreon HERE! (It might be more smut...It might be fluff. WHO KNOWS! It will be OLR related...and it will go up as soon as it’s finished!)
Special thanks to @underwater0phelia for kink help and @clearwillow for additional edits...and the IYFF BC for brainstorming! Art by @clearwillow for @eringobroke - used and edited with permission.
And now without further ado... The first treat (aka, the “freebie”).
Starting Fires
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters from the Inuyasha universe.
"Inuyasha, stop," Kagome giggled, trying to wriggle out of his hold as he pressed wet kisses up her neck. "I don't want to burn your bacon…"
"It's just bacon," he reasoned, his hands sliding up under her shirt. Or should he say his shirt? Fuck...there wasn't a better sight in the world than his best friend...his best girl...Kagome...Wearing his shirt in their kitchen in their house. Now that he had her again, he weren't never letting go of her. "I don't mind eating something else for breakfast."
"You will when your stomach is rumbling later," she blushed, grabbing his hands and pulling them down, his fingers grazing over the lace fabric of her panties. "Behave yourself and go grab a cup of coffee."
"I'd rather grab your—"
"—Coffee!"
She reprimanded, flipping the bacon in the pan. He placed a gentle nip to the side of her neck before moving away from her, a disappointed pout on his lips.
"Fine. But let it be known that I'm doing it under protest," he grumbled, moving to his cabinet to pull out a mug.
"Your protest has been duly noted, Sir," she teased, turning away from the stove to pick up her own cup of coffee. She brought it to her lips, sipping from it as she watched Inuyasha pour himself some. Their life together felt so surreal still. It felt strange to wake up in their house and cook them breakfast.
But it was a good kind of surreal.
The kind where she found herself pinching her arm to make sure it wasn't all some crazy dream. This was their life. And...she loved it.
"Mmm," he moaned, taking a sip from his cup. "As good as ever, Kags," he grinned toothily, and she risked entering his personal space to press another kiss to his lips.
"Glad you like it," she replied, running away from him again when he moved to squeeze her ass. She removed their bacon and eggs from the pan as a text message chimed on both of their phones, and Inuyasha raised a brow in curiosity. She watched him slide his thumb across the screen, before muttering out a low "Huh" as he read the text.
"What is it?" she asked, picking up their plates and placing them onto the island.
"See for yourself," he shrugged, placing the phone down next to her plate. "It's from Sango."
That already piqued her curiosity. Kagome picked up the phone, leaning over the countertop as she read it.
"Hey Guys!" She began aloud. "Miroku and I decided to throw a Halloween party this year. We know it's a bit last minute, but we were hoping you guys could come since you aren't heading back out to California like you thought. Let us know if you can make it! Trying to plan in terms of food. Love you!"
"Love you too," he grinned, and she couldn't stop the shy smile even if she wanted to. She didn't think she would ever get tired of hearing that again from him. The words were like a balm to her soul.
"What do you think?" Kagome asked, handing him his phone back as he began digging his fork into his eggs.
"Up to you," he shrugged. He really didn't care either way. He was just glad he didn't have to go out to California with her. Though, to tell the truth, he wouldn't have minded. They could have had a night in...just the two of them...And he was always a fan of nights in with her. But..."We can go. I know you wanna…"
It was true too. He had seen the way her eyes lit up when she was reading that message. The way she was practically bouncing on the balls of her feet. Kagome didn't want to spend the night in. She wanted to spend her first Halloween back in Montana at a party with old friends.
"But...You...Don't?"
He shrugged.
"Don't matter either way. I'm fine going. I'm fine staying home and fucking ya seven ways from Sunday."
"Yash!"
"What! It's tha truth," he replied with a smirk. "And you can't tell me ya don't like the sound of it," he continued, running his tongue over his fangs. The cute little blush he pulled from her was worth it.
"Well...How about a compromise?"
He paused, lifting his brow in curiosity.
"Go on…"
"What if we went to the party...Just for an hour or two...and then afterward we can come home and have sex? Oh! We can even wear couple's costumes again!"
The phrase couples costume made his butt clench so tight he could probably twist off a beer cap with his cheeks.
"I'll agree to go to the party...but not the couple's costume."
"But Yash," she whined, coming around the island to take his hands. "That's part of the fun…"
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
"I'll wear something slutty?"
"N—" He began, ready to tell her no again when his brain processed her offer. "Keep talking."
"I'll wear something slutty and sexy?"
"...Uh-huh...And what else?"
"...And you get to take it off of me?"
He almost said yes...but he was a greedy fucker. He was probably gonna take it off of her even if she hadn't offered that.
"Do I get to do more than that?"
"You mean other than wear a matching outfit?"
"I do."
"Well," she began, tilting her head to the side and pursing her lips in thought. "I'm assuming that sex is a given…"
"But you can say it anyway, and make it interesting," he shrugged. If he was going to get roped into this...because he was going to say yes, because he loved her...then he wanted to squeeze as much as he could out of this.
"Ok...If you do it, sex is on the table...and I'll also add you picking the place and position," she decided, causing his eyes to light up.
Place and position huh?
"Well...In that case Darling, you've got yourself a deal!"
Her childlike squeal and the way she giddily clapped her hands, bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet, made him feel like he made the right decision.
"Now let's talk costumes…"
He groaned, shaking his head and digging his fork into the eggs on his plate.
Then again...Maybe not…
He let her prattle on for a while, running different ideas past him...But he knew that it ultimately wouldn't matter. He was going to give in to whatever she wanted. If she wanted him to go as a hot dog, and she was going to be a bottle of mustard? That was what was going to happen. Wasn't sure how she could make it sexy...but sure. Her call. Prince and Princess? No fighting it. Batman and Catwoman…
It had piqued his interest, but she almost instantly changed her mind. The cowl would be uncomfortable for his ears.
So, she decided on a fireman and a dalmatian. He looked over at her phone when she held up a picture of the costume she had found for him and sighed.
"That's what you want?"
It didn't look too bad. And it looked like he could maybe get away with just wearing the pants. He was going to have to be sneaky about it though...He could do just a t-shirt and those pants.
"Please?" she beseeched, batting her long lashes at him. "It will be so cute! And you'll look so good!"
He tilted his head to the side, and she chewed the inside of his lip as she watched him roll her suggestion around in his head. She really liked the fireman outfit. She thought it would be fun! And he would look good in it too...She could already picture him slowly taking off the jacket to reveal his bare torso...the suspenders holding up his pants hanging limply at the sides as he slowly peeled himself out of—
"—What are you thinking about Kagome?"
She looked up at his face and saw him looking at her, a smirk stretching his lips as he limply held the phone, leaning down across the island.
"N-nothing," she blushed, swiping out to grab the phone from him, but he pulled it away from her at the last second.
"Nu-uh. I can smell it when you're lying…and I can smell it when you're—"
"—NOTHING!"
She insisted, grabbing the phone from him this time, and his grin turned predatory.
"Ain't nothing, or you wouldn't be smelling like that," he countered cheekily before his gaze began to darken. "Ya know...You don't have to keep that bottled up…"
"Inuyasha," she warned as he straightened, running his carefully filed and declawed fingers along the island countertop as he slowly came around to her side.
He was ignoring her, however.
"Kagome," he replied, closing in on her in just a few short strides. "Were you thinking about me in that fireman outfit?"
Sometimes she swore he could read her mind.
"N-no…"
"Liar," he purred, placing his hands onto the granite top on either side of her hips. He had effectively trapped her...and he was looking at her like prey.
It made her swallow because her mouth was suddenly dry. And made her lower abdomen heat. The intensity and desire in his gaze...the slight glint of fang in the morning light…
Fucking hell...She wanted to be his prey. Wanted to be captured and eaten and...eaten…
He inhaled deeply, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he lowly moaned, "Fuck Kags…"
"W-what," she swallowed, and his smirk widened into a fangy grin before his lips crashed into hers.
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