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k4shixe · 7 months

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Prompt 4 with nanamiiiiiiii pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

BabySitter

CW; reader is 17, character is 28, age difference, strictly platonic, complements said to character, type of flirting (its teasing/joke tho), shouting at reader, kinda swearing

Pairings; rich!fem!reader x bodyguard!nanami (platonic)

Summary; After getting caught too many times, your father decided to get you a body guard. In an attempt to get rid of him, you go it the mall with your best friend.

Word count; 3k+

Prompt: “that’s enough.”

A/n; aaah here it is! Worked 2 days on this and ngl I never did watch the anime so he might be a little too formal. BUT I did enjoy writing this so please send any requests along! And I hope you enjoy! :)

12 minutes.It took them 12 minutes to find where you were. It’s worse that there are things that you shouldn’t be having at the party, especially at a party with teenagers. And you thought escaping to go to the party was easy. Oh how you knew you were going to get it. Your father stood in front of you with guards blocking the way out.

“Y/n I expected better. I told you that, you, explicitly, couldn’t go anywhere until we finish the meeting. You could’ve been kidnapped or worse”

“But dad I was bored! What was I meant to do wait?”

“That’s exactly what your meant to do! You leave me no choice but to take your credit card and get you a bodyguard”

“Okay fine my card is understandable but a bodyguard! That’s crazy! I don’t need to a baby sitter! I’m 17 for god sake!”

“It’s too late. My decision is final. Now go to your room, your grounded until you show me you can behave.”

You left for your room, sitting on your bed and sulking over the fact your going to have a babysitter. Or as your dad called it a “bodyguard”. You wished your mum was here, but tragically she died in a car accident when you were still a toddler so you knew how precious you were to your father. He loved you but you couldn’t blame him since you managed to get past everything he tried but that also didn’t change the predicament you got yourself into. You decided to texted your best friend telling her about what happened.

Bestie <33

I got caught ;(

Now my dad got me a babysitter

Oh cheer up,is it a guy or girl?

And are they hot?

Oh shut up.

And he didn’t even tell me so idk

Ok fine, how about

you just try getting rid of them?

Ooo, now your talking!

Just come to the mall tomorrow,

I need more outfits

Didn’t you buy some last week?

Yeah but I already wore those

Okay whatever you say

After chatting with your friend you started realising that you actually didn’t know who it was going to be. It could be some scary homeless dude your dad found on the street. You started praying it was atleast a girl, maybe you 2 could be friends. And with that you fell asleep.

“Honey wake up. Sweetie please get up” Your father shook you lightly.

“So early in the morning though” You slowly sat up on your bed,rubbing your eye to try get the tiredness out. You squinted your eyes seeing a tale, well-built man who was wearing a suit with blonde hair styled with a neat part next to your dad.

“Dad who’s this?“ you say visibly confused as you regained your eyesight.

“This is Mr Kento Nanami, he’s your new bodyguard.” Your dad sounded oddly proud for his accomplishment of finding such a well groomed bodyguard.

“But Dad he’s like 50! People are gonna think I’m dating this weirdo!”

“That’s no way to talk to your bodyguard y/n!”

“Im 17 I shouldn’t have some babysitter! I should be able to make my own decisions!”

“Sneaking out to go to a party at 3am shouldn’t be one of them!” He took a deep breath to calm himself down “Y/n, you are having him as a bodyguard and that’s final. Now if you need me I’ll be in my office” Your dad walks off leaving you and this “weirdo” in your room.

“So… your what now?”

“As your “dad” stated I’ll be your body guard. I’ll have to watch over you and make sure you don’t do anything reckless”

“Okay old man, I know my dad told you to do this but aren’t you annoyed you have to babysit me? You can just quit right now and blame it on me. I won’t mind.”

“Nice try but I already got paid so orders are orders until said otherwise. And I’m not your babysitter, I’m your bodyguard”

Man, this guy was going to be hard to convince. You thought as you looked at Nanami who was looking around the room, analysing it.

“Okay mr bento ninja could you leave my room?”

“It’s Mr Nanami to you, and I can’t just ‘leave’ I was ordered to stay”

“So what your going to watch me change then?” You say raising your eyebrows while starting at him awaiting his answer.

“Of course not, don’t be childish. I’ll leave if you had told me why.” He says as he left the room and closed the door behind him.

After getting changed into a sleek bodycon dress that really complemented your look, and with some makeup,heels plus a matching purse, you were all good to go. Now to only convince your dad. Shouldn’t be hard right? Walking down the staircase with Nananmi behind you (you couldn’t help be a little disgusted), you went to your fathers office and opening the door when hearing a “come in” by him.

“Dad could you please give me my credit card back? I promise I won’t spend much” you say with a pouting face and batting your eyes. You knew he couldn’t say no.

“Sorry sweetie but rules are rules. Until I can trust you again no credit card until then.” To say you were shocked was an understatement.

“But-“

“No buts,ifs or ands. Rules are rules.”

“Can I atleast go out with f/n?”

“You can but you must take Nanami with you. He must know anything and everything you are doing, and he can and will be able to check your phone if necessary. That’s the only other rule”

“Fine.” You groan and glare at Nanami who couldn’t care less and walked off, after he nodded to your dad he followed after you.

You pull out your phone, making a quick call to your driver when you heard Nanami clear his throat. “You do know your under my care, so I should be a able to do everything for you. Ms l/n.”

“Ugh don’t call me l/n, brings back memories. Just call me y/n. And I’m just calling my driver, I need a lift to the mall.” You have gotten your mother’s last name when you were born, since your parents felt like you’d like it more, especially when you’d become someone of more importance.

“If you insist Ms y/n, and you know I can drive.”

“Yeah…no thanks I’d rather take my own driver.”

“Very well. Whatever you want.”

The car ride to the mall was quiet. Too quiet. You wanted to listen to music but kind of over thinking that the music would be too loud and Nanami would judge you. He sat on the opposite side of the car, sitting still and quiet. Why are you overthinking something you would never think twice about? Is this bento dude that intimidating? I swear he’s staring at me from the side of his eye. Ugh snap out of it. You leaned your head back and let out a small groan. This was so nerve wracking. You pulled out your phone and just opened it to check the time. The lock screen showing a picture of your mother, father and you just a happy family. You stared at it with a small smile, the picture always made you calm and relaxed. Nanami noticed and decided some small talk would be better then silence.

“Is that your mother?”

You jumped a little at his words. First not expecting him to talk and second to ask that question. “Oh uh yeah…”

“Where is she? I never seen her around before”

The fact that sentence stung was a whole different type of pain. It felt like he was making fun of you just like the kids did to you when they found out in middle school. You tried putting a fake smile up but it hurt a little too much and an ich in your throat to cry came. You quickly tried wiping away the forming tears but just opted to looking the other direction when that wasn’t working.

“She uhh, died when I was younger”

And for the first time you got some emotion out of Nanami. Surprise and more of a regret for asking that question. “Oh, sorry I wasn’t aware.” He noticed the tear on the side of your face still visible to him and got a handkerchief from his suit pocket and handed to you.

For the rest of the car ride it was more awkward and silent then before. You managed to calm down but now you were thinking what Nanami thought of you. Some spoiled brat? Probably. I mean he isn’t wrong. You zoned out looking at him and didn’t even realised till he looked back at you. “Is everything alright”

“Oh sorry! I zoned out! I tend to do that a lot.” You looked back out the window blushing from embarrassment. He shook his head and went back to his seating position.

Finally you had made it to the mall and the drive opened the door for you with Nanami fixing his suit while walking up to you. You entered the mall looking for your friend and found her at the Gucci store shopping for some shoes.

“Hey! F/n!” You quickly walked over to her giving her a hug like always.

“Who’s the old guy?” She whispers to you looking behind you to exactly point him out.

“It’s the dumb babysitter my dad got me remember?”

“He is kinda hot though.” You hit her lightly.

“Shut up. Now let’s go to Sephora, I heard there selling a new makeup pallet!”

“Quickly then! We need to get it!” She grabbed your hand as you both rushed off with Nanami keeping an eye on you both, mainly and specifically just you. You reached the aisle with just a few pallets left when you realised.

“Crap, I wasn’t allowed to get my credit card. I can’t pay for it.” You say disappointedly.

“It’s fine just take my emergency one. It has a budget of like 50k though so just be a little mindful.”

“Omg did I ever tell you that your the best?”

“No but you should start” you and f/n laughed as you went to pay before

“Not so fast. Do you think your father would let you pay with your friends credit card? There is a reason he took yours away from you.”

“Yeah but this is different. So don’t try put your reason into this. Besides if he doesn’t know then who cares.” You say and your friend nodded her head in agreement.

“Fine. If you really don’t care, I’ll call him right now” He says getting his phone out his pocket.

“Hey! Wait! I won’t use her card” you mumble quietly as you put the make up pallet away upset about it.

“Let’s go to the restroom I got to tell you something.” F/n whispered and you nodded. You both began walking, Nanami close behind. When you reached the door you both quickly entered saying something to Nanami about fixing your make up and hurried in.

“That was easier then I thought.”

“Yeah but what would he do? Enter the girls bathroom?”

You both burst of laughing, Nanami could definitely hear you both from how echoey the bathroom was but you didn’t care right now.

“We need to get rid of your babysitter. Even though he is kinda hot at all”

“Agreed, except for the last part. But atleast we know we won’t be fighting over the same guy in the future.” You say as you both laugh.

“Ok we could go clothes shopping next and since we’re basically the same size just look for everything you want and pretend it’s for me.”

“Got it, now let’s try the make up pallet you got”

“Yess!” Let’s just say you guys spend at least half an hour in there just gossiping and doing each others makeup. F/n was telling you the juiciest gossip ever when it was interrupted by a knock at the door.

“Who would be knocking to enter a public restroom?”

“Beats me” you shrug.

“Are you ladies done in there?” Of course it was Nanami who was standing the whole time just waiting for you to leave.

“Would’ve thought security took him away for being a perv”

“Same!” You both burst out laughing again before another knock stopped you. “Well let’s just go clothes shopping!” You both get up and leave the restroom after packing up. Entering the first clothing store and looking for clothes, you both went to the swim suit aisle and poor Nanami had to stand there looking at the ground while you both giggled and tried them on. You swear you could see a tint of pink on his cheeks from the embarrassment. You smirked, your plans working. Now just a matter of time. I mean what would people think of some grown man following two girls trying on bathing suits. After picking out a few you headed to the dresses and picked out a few to try. Finding one you particularly liked but didn’t know if you should get, you decided to play a little joke on Nanami, and your friend encouraging it just built up your confidence.

“Oh mr Nanami~”

“Yes Ms y/n. What is it?.”

“Do you think this dress looks nice on me?” Expecting some sort of reaction, you can certainly say you were disappointed when he just nodded and looked back to where he was looking. You frowned and rolled your eyes, “whatever”. Your friend and you finish shopping and managed to get Nanami off your back about you trying on the clothes even though your not supposed to buy anything. “It’s just for fun! It’s not like we’re hurting anyone. Besides shes going to buy them anyways” your friend agreed with you.

Of course you guys went a little overboard and bought way too many clothes to hold them all. After a good 4 hours you waved your friend goodbye and she gave you half her bags insisting you “hold them” for her and she’ll pick them up next time. Your friend secretly handing you a credit card, not having as much but enough to get you a few extra things. Nanami still swift and quick to catch up with you, you decided to try something on him. With a little bit of a dramatic effect (thank god you took acting classes).

“Oh Mr Nanami sir. Could you please hold my bags? My arms are sooo tried, I don’t think I can hold them anymore” you say looking up at him with ‘puppy dog’ eyes.

“No. I’m your body guard, not a mall porter”

“Oh Pretty please~”

“Fine.”

“Thank you!” You say delightedly as you hand him your bags and quickly rush off to another store. Using the card your friend gave you managed to buy at least 3 more bags worth of clothes, 3 with shoes, 2 with purses and accessories and that was just the starting. You kept handing Nanami bags, and he was just silently taking them and holding each one. You could tell he was getting tired and fed up with you though. Slowly and surely you noticed him getting slower from carrying all those bags and the anger was just building up. The last straw was when you showed up with another 2 bags just hanging them on his arm when suddenly

“that’s enough.”

To say that didn’t scare your soul out of you was an understatement. You were mortified.

“Enough?…”

“Enough. You are going home this instance and you will carry your bags on your own.” He was practically death staring you, leaving you speechless.

“Yeah okay…” yeah okay? Why did I say that? I should’ve told him to shut it and listen to me. What am I doing? A little too scared to say anything back, you picked up as much bags as you could, struggling to pick up some as the weight of them was way more heavier then expected. Nanami sighed and picked up the rest, escorting you out of the mall. After following you for around 6 hours and having to go through the most embarrassing things ever. He still took your bags and watched over you, maybe because it was his job, but maybe, just maybe, he actually did care.

Nevertheless, the car ride back was silent like before, even being able to hear a pin drop was possible. You got your phone out and opened a food delivery app, scrolling through the food options. Yes, you did have a personal chef at home but you wanted to eat out today. Especially being forced to eat a models diet was tiering. You felt a little bad for Nanami so you sucked up your pride and turned your head to him.

“Uh Mr Nanami, would you like to eat something?” He looked over at you before shaking his head.

“thank you Ms y/n but no.” And with that the car when quiet again.

Getting home with all those bags was a trouble waiting to happen. You should of thought of it, oh how your brain was mentally screaming at you. But thanks to mr snitch, he called your dad beforehand telling him about everything. Your were no longer allowed to hang out with your friends, they could come over but that was it. After a shouting match with your dad, you slammed the door to your room with tears in your eyes. Your almost an adult and no freedom. What was the point? Nanami on the other hand, probably doesn’t know what a slammed door means and knocked on the door before opening the door. You quickly composed yourself, opting to just wash your make up off instead of looking like a clown you and went off to your bedroom’s bathroom. You had to push Nanami out of your room to change as he wasn’t believing you, thinking you’d run off. You began doing some homework, being homeschool was easy but the homework you got was something else. Struggling on one question in particular, you didn’t notice Nanami leaning over your chair looking at the question.

“No, your doing it wrong. Here.” He scribbled a few things on the paper which somehow made perfect sense to you. You mumbled and quiet thanks “Thanks…” which he simply acknowledged with a nod.

“Mr Nanami could I tell you something?” Nanami nodded his head for you to go on.

“I’m sorry about today, and thank you for watching over me. Even though it’s your job and everything but uhh…” Here comes your dumb phase! You were sure he though you were as stupid as you sounded.

“What I’m trying to say is thank you.” You keep your eyes on your homework, scared he’d just look at you with disappointment. But you looked up and you swear you saw a teny tiny smile on his face. You smiled back as you noticed he wasn’t mad at all. Maybe things with a body guard wouldn’t be horrible after all.

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threepoint14art · 2 months

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Ok so first of all i love reading your guys' tags always and forever, second of all @chocottang HIII CHOCOO (please do tell me if tagging annoys you!) You turned my braincell on, you asked such a simple and normal question and now you are gonna get lore'd about spring im so sorry- ok ok so answer here and then i start ranting about all the things ive done to this poor man if anyones interested:

He is not on the aro spectrum he just never really thought about romance for the LONGEST time. Rubbing my hands like an evil fly why would that be? Read to find out

Also while spring himself is not on the aroace spectrum i do present cami, owynn, bonnie and puppet to you humbly, the silliests ever

Basically, as you MAY have noticed, the guy has a lot of burn scars (shocking), that's because when he was little his house burnt down and his parents died and he got super fucked up, he's been in the foster system since he was like 10, no family wanted to take him in because his parents had him when they were super young and thus were disowned. So we start off strong with that, and it gets worse!

I wanted to make spring a little more unhinged because wowzers the sprintrap animatronic is evil, however his chill attitude captivated me, so i decided to make the unhinged him be his younger self, children are cruel adults are scary people in the foster system get treated as "a way to give people who cant have bio kids families" or "charity cases" instead of normal children with a lot of unnadressed issues who deserve a change to grow up with a semblance of normalcy. He was alone and scared and angry at life and thus tended to get into a lot of fights and to stealing stuff and such. Problem kid status + visibly scarred led him to never really finding a permanent home, not that he wanted one, because most of the adults in his life scared him and also wanted him to have a "new" life, AKA forget his parents and accept these new strangers as parents, horrible!

This little kid who is very scared and alone and wishes for nothing more than his parents calming him down again meets 2 even smaller kids and just, projects onto them. He started coping with all the stuff in his head through taking care of children and pretending it was also him who was being taken care of so softly and tenderly, the children being meg and fox. He just starts taking care of them and subconciously growing up really fast to get them the support and whatever they need and then out of literally nowhere hes 18. He's like "oh crap wth" Gets send off to the real world having BARELY graduated from highschool and with some money, he cannot bear the thought of losing any more people and just looks into becoming the other 2's legal guardian and gets them out of the system to live with him in the worlds cheapest house he could find

So what I mean is that he hyperfocused on being a caretaker and getting money and growing up and getting ten thousand things that the thought of romance was not even anywhere near his head, having FRIENDS was nowhere near his head. He had to find a job he had to enroll the other 2 into school he had to find another job he had to make sure their house didn't fall apart by the seams. Also fun fact, the more he grew up the more he realized he is a literal carbon copy of his dad, but visibly scarred! have fun looking in the mirror buddy

In his head, he does not really see himself as a full grown adult even though hes 24, and his weird thought of "adults being scary" still persists even though he himself is one, he doesn't like talking to grown people and that isn't helped by how he spent most of his life with Fox and Meg, he is not used to talking to people his age or older and he was too busy to actually process that romance might be something he wanted when he was just drowning in ten other thousand things already. As he got older and fox and meg also got older and got partime jobs his burden was lessened a lot and he was allowed to CHILL a little

So those 2 idiots in the drawing are vincent and leti,,, they might look like ocs and at this point they kinda are but they ARE based on the bg characters of Camarero and "Novia", they both also have their own can of worms to unpack it's insane.

Spring met Vincent at work, new coworker new hire and then Leti just stopped by sometimes to talk to vincent and he went thought ten billion crisis because "having a crush as an adult is so embarassing i need to be paying taxes"

So TLDR he had his first crushes ever at 24 because at that age he was actually allowed to chill a little and his brain finally had the room to process that romance was in fact, real. He also had to go through the "i like men???????? Im poly??¿¿" thoughts at 24, he shoulda've been at the club/ref

#ask response #NOT REALLY BUT FOR SORTING THINGS LMAO #sorry i went crazyyyyy so sorryyyy i love spring #anyways hes much chiller now hes so chill and clear pilled #fnafhs au #theres always a character people thought was an adult pensive emoji #he shouldave been at the club/ref

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maslin-a · 3 months

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Monster/reader

Dark content

cannibalism?

I actually wrote this about Huggy Waggy, but in the end I decided to make a different character)

very sad!!!

not for persons under 18 years of age

So much time in this terrible, God-forsaken place... A little more and one unfortunate soul will begin to lose his mind. But he won’t allow it, or rather he won’t allow it. At first she was afraid that she would be killed just like her friends, with whom she decided to go wander to an abandoned factory, but now... Now all she thinks about is when he will kill her. She is constantly anxious in his company. He doesn’t speak, he can’t, it’s even funny, because he has such a big mouth, but it is precisely because of this and his strange behavior that she is constantly afraid. Maybe now he is hugging her sweetly, trying to calm her down, but his huge sharp teeth visible under his smile do not help at all. This only reminds us once again that he is a monster. Is his smile sincere? After all, he cannot show anything other than her. An eternal grimace frozen on an exhausted face. Sometimes she feels sorry for him. To endure so many experiments, he will turn into a monster and be left to live alone in this damned factory where he was created. Perhaps that's why he left her alive? Loneliness is the worst torture for a person. And although he is a monster, he... Probably once was a man? Sometimes when a girl wakes up, she notices how longingly he looks at her. A frequent glance that she catches. It's like he wants to say something, but he can't. Sometimes he tries to scratch something out, but communicating like this always takes quite a long time.

At moments the girl catches herself thinking that she is losing herself. She sits on the floor in one of the many rooms with toys and plays with them, inventing stories and describing everything that happens out loud. The monster listens to her and sometimes joins the game; extra hands are always needed. They play happily and have fun, as if everything is normal, as if she is not locked up here with him... But then she comes to her senses. For the first time it was very scary, the brain must be trying to detach itself from everything around. Now she continues to play as if nothing had happened. She can't go anywhere, she's here forever, but she's not alone. This weirdo cannot be called a good conversationalist, or just a person, but at least he is trying to communicate with her. She's clearly experiencing Stockholm syndrome... There's nothing to be done, she'll have to put up with her. Besides, it's not that bad. Relatively not bad... There is still no choice. For better or worse, living with a cute-as-possible monster has become commonplace. They are all that each other has and that is quite enough in these conditions. Even without the ability to speak, he is better than many people in her circle, her former circle. Maybe it's her sick idea, but it seems that over time he stopped wanting to eat her. There was no longer that hungry look and he did not try to restrain himself so as not to attack. He was so sweet to her, childishly affectionate, always wanted to hug her, he was so thirsty for affection. How could she not become attached to him. Yes, she was visited by thoughts that this would not last forever, he would kill her someday, she just had to wait for that “someday.” But, really, what should she do if not accept this fact? What could she even do?..

How long has she been here? It feels like an eternity has passed. This is probably all due to a feeling of boredom. The factory was really amazing, and there were a lot of toys and interesting things, but it wasn’t the same. The monster that accompanied the girl throughout the room also did not color the gray everyday life. She did most of the talking; he only sometimes, when he really wanted to hear an answer, scratched it on the walls or floor. But it was so long that the girl chose to keep such communication to a minimum. That's why they've been walking in silence lately. It was extremely difficult to get food in this place; if anything was found, it was some kind of candy from the factory itself; with water it was even sadder, so it was difficult to talk.

Always when she thinks about it, she is simply amazed at how long she survived in this place. But it seems she really doesn’t have long left. She wasn't the only one who was hungry here. While the girl could still force her stomach to get used to eating nothing but dried out, old sweets, her escort could not. She caught that look on herself again. That hungry look. He won't hold out for long.

He can’t anymore, no matter how hard he tries, he’s alive and he needs food. Sometimes he went somewhere. The further it went, the longer he was gone. The girl did not know where he was at that time. Looking for food? Or he's just trying to turn himself on less. He is used to her, so much so that he will not be able to live further if something happens to her. He will not forgive himself if he is to blame for her death. She is the only thing he has, she is so kind and caring, her hugs are so pleasant, reminiscent of something long forgotten. He compares her hugs to his mother's. Well, she really is like a mother to him. Therefore he cannot do this. But he's so hungry. It becomes more and more difficult to restrain yourself.

"NO NO NO NO NO NO! I DON'T WANT TO BE ALONE AGAIN! I DON'T WANT TO DO THIS AGAIN! I DON'T WANT! NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO..."

Would she feel sorry for him if she knew what he was thinking? Would I hug him, pat him on the head, would I say that I don’t blame him? Of course, she was so kind to him. She always hugged him back. She's so good. How he wished things were different. He dreamed that they could meet under different circumstances. They are both people, free, eating regular food. They are having fun, communicating like normal people. She's so happy next to him. He always dreams about it. Even now, when he was eating her flesh with tears in his eyes. He hates himself for this, hates those who did this to him, those who turned him into a monster. It's their fault. But even if that’s the case, nothing can be changed. He did it. He killed her. She cannot be returned...

But she will always be inside him...

#yandere x you #monster x reader #monster x you

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cecilysass · 2 years

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The Boy on the Beach (10/16)

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Chapter 10: Floating in a Most Peculiar Way

The soundtrack for this chapter is two tracks: Top of the World, by the Carpenters, from their 1973 album A Song for You. The week of November 27, 1973 it was #3 on the Billboard Hot 100. Space Oddity, by David Bowie, which was released originally in 1969 in conjunction with the moon landing, but was re-released as a single in the United States in 1973, reaching #15 on the Billboard charts that year.

November 26, 1973 Chilmark, Massachusetts

The fall beach had a desolate beauty: dunes with russet-colored grasses, lightly craggy, windswept. There were only a handful of other beach goers visible, and Scully surveyed them carefully. A couple and a dog ambling along at a steady pace, headed away from them. A young man running athletic drills in the sand. A trio of young people sharing a wool blanket in the rocks at the rim of the dunes listening to music on a transistor radio.

“In the summer, they’d probably be naked,” the boy told Scully, gesturing to the young people. “We’ve got nude sunbathers here on Martha’s Vineyard, you know. It’s just like Europe or San Francisco, even though it’s Massachusetts.”

“Very impressive,” Scully said to him. But her eyes were on the athlete, making sure he looked above board. The college-age kid seemed preoccupied with his exercise, his full energy directed to his grapevine runs back and forth, but you never knew. She decided she would keep tabs on him, just in case.

“I don’t mind it. Obviously, as a growing boy, I’m pro-nudity,” the boy continued.

“Gross,” Samantha said. She looked as though she were cold, uncomfortable, shifting from foot to foot, her hands deep in her pockets. Scully decided they should start walking, and so they did. She kept the athlete on their left.

“Plus, the naked beach hippies make my parents so angry,” the boy said. “Especially Dad. He says that people confuse hedonism with meaningful self-expression. He says that if the most interesting thing you can say about yourself is your nudity, then you’re not very interesting. But what if they’re not trying to be interesting? What if they’re just trying not to hide behind their clothes?”

“Fox talks a lot when he’s worried,” Samantha told Scully.

“I know,” Scully said thoughtfully, considering both of them.

“What did we come to talk about?” Samantha asked. “Shouldn’t you tell us now, Agent Scully?”

“Just Scully,” she said. “And you’re right.” She slowed her pace, slightly, hugging herself a little in the wind. “I think the first thing you need to understand is that some people will be coming to your house tomorrow night to try to … take Samantha away.” She took a breath. “I know that’s a scary thing to have to think about, Samantha, but I want you to know what’s going on.”

Samantha looked stricken. “Who are they?”

“They’re part of a group of men,” Scully bit her lip, deciding what to say carefully, “who I think are trying to give your dad a message. And that’s why you also need to understand that if something goes wrong, and they can’t take Samantha, they could decide to take Fox instead.”

The Mulder siblings were both silent. The boy matched his pace to Samantha’s and placed his hand on her shoulder wordlessly.

“I can defend you, and I am armed, but there’s only one of me,” Scully continued. “So I believe the best plan is to … leave.”

“Leave?”

“Leave. Get out of here. Get off this island, but do it unexpectedly, in secret, so even your parents are unaware.”

Scully paused, pressing her lips together, aware she was leaving grim and horrifying details out. Details she hoped the bright, sensitive Mulder children never had to know.

Such as: it’s possible your father, and maybe even your mother, actually know this is coming. So we just can’t risk tipping them off, because I can’t be absolutely certain they will be on the side of protecting you.

And: it’s possible there will be repercussions for your parents if I protect you, even terrible repercussions. But they’re adults, and these are their choices, and you are the mission, not them.

“I was thinking I could keep you a day or two, and then you could go to your grandparents in New York, if that seems reasonable to you,” Scully said.

Samantha frowned. “Won’t these men come and try to get us again later?”

“Yes,” Scully said levelly. “That’s a possibility. But I’ve got a few ideas for how we might handle that. Right now, we need to concentrate on how to get out of here tomorrow. Do you all have any money?”

“Yeah,” the boy said, deep in thought, walking closer to her. “I can get money, and if you want, we could borrow the Rothenbergs’ car? They’re neighbors who don’t live here in the off-season and they keep their Chevelle covered up in their garage. I have a key because I check on the property for them when it storms sometimes.”

“That could be useful,” agreed Scully. “Yes. I think we’ll try to leave shortly after you go to school tomorrow so that we can make as much progress as possible before we’re noticed.”

The boy nodded eagerly. “Yes, good. We can pack tonight. I’ll help you, Sam.”

“They’re going to think you kidnapped us,” Samantha said suddenly.

Scully slowly nodded. “That’s probably right.”

“Wait.” The boy looked alarmed. “That’s no good. They’ll arrest you.”

Scully smiled, constantly scanning the horizon. “I think it’s unlikely they’ll arrest me, actually. I’m fairly clever. I’ll tell you two exactly what to say to the police. And law enforcement will find no record of me at all. I don’t exist as an adult.”

“You won’t be able to come near us after that, though,” the boy said. “It’ll be dangerous.”

“Yes,” Scully agreed. “At least for a while.”

The boy looked somber, kicking the sand too energetically in exactly the way that Maggie Scully always said not to, so that the wind picked it up and it scattered against Samantha’s coat.

“We’re not going to be in my Nutcracker recital, are we?” Samantha said, realizing.

“Oh Samantha,” Scully said gently. “I don’t think you will.”

Samantha nodded, but Scully could see tears pooling in her eyes.

“I’m so sorry,” Scully added. “I wouldn’t ask you to miss it if I didn’t think … it was very important.”

“Yeah,” Samantha said, wiping her eyes with her sleeves.

“You’ll have other dance recitals, Samantha,” the boy said.

Samantha looked up darkly at him. “I wanted to go to this one.”

“But obviously this is a high priority, and after all, one stupid dance thing—”

“Shut up, Fox,” Samantha said.

“I’m only pointing out that—”

“I wanted to do it.” Samantha's voice sounded choked. “We were going to have a real Christmas tree on stage, and I was going to have silver glitter on my face…” She hid her face with her hands. “I just wanted to do it, so shut up,” she added, her words muffled.

There was a tightness in Scully’s chest as she watched the boy’s face, the set of his jaw. How could she ever explain why she wanted him to be nothing but endlessly kind to his sister? How could she convey to a twelve-year old boy the brokenness of a thirty-two year old man — a man who would sit on a motel room floor, speaking to his new partner in hushed tones about the defining loss of his life?

But the boy’s face softened on its own, without her saying a word. He lightly tugged on the end of Sam’s braid.

“Hey,” the boy said, and his tone was now familiar, the hopeful voice he used as an adult to promise Scully little things like cures for cancer or answers to all the questions of the universe. “When we’re done with all this, I’ll bring you back to the dance studio in Falmouth and you can put on the costume and the glitter and we will make Madame Brindell put on the dance recital again, even if it’s just you dancing.”

Samantha looked sideways at him. “Yeah?”

“Absolutely,” he nodded. “Hand to heart.”

“Maybe you’ll even dance the waltz with me?”

He smiled sheepishly. “Sure, of course, Sam.”

“Will you dance it with me now?”

The boy’s eyes bugged. “Now? On this beach?”

“Yeah,” she said. Her lips curled into a little smile.

“Well, I would,” he said, “but I can’t dance without music.”

“I’ll go ask those people on the blanket if we can borrow their radio for a minute,” Samantha said, and she tore off in a run across the beach, hopping over rocks in her way.

“Samantha,” Scully shouted futilely after her. The wind carried her voice the opposite direction.

The girl’s small shape continued across the beach, beelining towards the strangers sitting near the dunes. Scully sighed and began running after her, feeling the boy trailing behind her. Samantha approached the long-haired young people on the blanket, had some sort of conversation with them.

By the time Scully and the boy had reached her, she had the transistor radio in her hands already and was walking back towards them.

“Sam,” the boy said, his face pink, his tone a little frantic. “You can’t run off like that.”

“I got the radio,” Samantha said earnestly. “We’ll just borrow it for a few minutes.”

Samantha pulled the boy by the hand, guided him down the sand away from the dunes, about midway to the ocean. Scully visually checked in with the athlete, who was now doing sit-ups on the ground, and then wrapped her arm around herself, watching the two siblings. She wanted the boy to dance with his sister, and she didn’t mind waiting a few minutes to make sure it happened.

“Haven’t you been listening to Scully?” the boy huffed. “It’s not safe. You have to stay with us. You can’t just run off like that.”

“I’m okay,” she said. “I got music for you.” Samantha was fiddling with the controls on the radio, trying to find a radio station. She found a station and turned it up, turning to her brother mischievously and raising her eyebrows. “Ohhh. Listen to what song they’re playing, Fox.”

The boy rolled his eyes spectacularly. “I’m not dancing to that, Sam,” he said. “No way.”

“What is it?” Scully asked curiously, squatting a little to hear the small speaker better.

“The Carpenters,” Samantha said to Scully, sighing. “Fox hates them just because he knows I like them, and he’s kind of a buttmunch that way.”

“No, Samantha,” the boy said, in a patient tone. “I hate them because it’s terrible music with terrible lyrics, and because I am an older, wiser buttmunch than you.”

Samantha made a face at him but turned the dial. “We can find a station with whatever kind of weird music you like, Fox.”

“I don’t want to dance on this beach,” the boy groaned. “I’m self-conscious.”

“There’s almost no one here,” Scully pointed out.

“You’re here.”

“Oh, this isn’t even going to make the top ten of embarrassing things I’ve seen you do,” Scully assured him. “Not even top fifty.”

The boy winced, as if that didn’t comfort him. Then he leaned in to listen to the station Samantha had just tuned to.

“How’s that, Fox?” Samantha said, looking up at him, still holding the dial. “You love this song, don't you?”

The boy closed his eyes to mouth the lyrics dramatically for a few lines. Opening them, he turned to Scully. “This song is Space Oddity, by David Bowie. It’s about an astronaut who...”

“Yes, yes, ground control to Major Tom. I know,” Scully nodded, waving her hand dismissively. “You should dance with your sister.”

“This song is not a waltz,” the boy protested. “It’s going to be impossible to dance to.”

Scully was slightly unsuccessful at smothering a laugh. She wasn’t sure how anyone actually danced to Space Oddity—unless one was really, really stoned out of one’s mind, as she and Melissa had absolutely been when they memorably saw David Bowie play at the Spectrum in Philadelphia in 1983. Still, she was fascinated to see.

Samantha grasped the boy’s unwilling hands in hers.

Facing her brother, she stretched their arms out between them in an open oval. The boy, sighing, stepped in and placed his right hand on her back. She rested her left arm over his shoulder. Their other hands grabbed one another and extended outward, slowly and carefully, with strange childlike grace.

They began to glide together in a box step, only slightly awkwardly. The boy was anxiously watching his feet, his eyes sometimes shooting up to Samantha’s face, sometimes over towards Scully. Samantha was unconsciously singing the lyrics to the song under her breath, stepping with imperfect confidence. The two Mulders lurched up and down in a similar way as they stepped: an unthinking coordination in movement that, combined with the David Bowie soundtrack and the deserted beach backdrop, just slightly tinged with the soft pink of early sunset in the sky, gave the scene a sense of the uncanny. Or maybe, Scully thought, the transcendent.

She found her hands applauding for them enthusiastically almost without thinking. The boy was a respectable ballroom dancer, which was something she wished she had known, although she didn’t know why. She wasn’t one herself. There were no ballroom dance classes in her 1970s childhood. She would never have been able to dance with him, in that suburban dream world where he might have gone out dancing with his wife.

“Check ignition,” Samantha sang softly, “and may God’s love be with you.”

The music started to build, swell, imitating an astronaut’s take-off, and Samantha gripped her brother’s hands tighter and broke the pattern of the waltz step, starting to spin him around, faster and faster. He stumbled over his own feet at first, hesitant, but gradually began to play along, starting to drag her along, too.

As they gasped out laughs and spun each other in circles, Samantha began to scream, and Scully smiled, too. But the tight feeling in her chest was there again.

These two weren’t the simple past, she realized. They were also the future, the future that might have been.

She reached into her peacoat, up inside her turtleneck, and felt inside for the body cam, where she had buckled it to the holster of her gun. She slipped the body cam out.

“Wait, wait. Are you going to take a picture of us?” the boy said, seeing her pull out the body cam, instantly ceasing his spinning. He held up a palm. “No, no, no. Not me dancing.”

“That’s a camera?” Samantha said, panting, out of breath. She put her arm around her brother and smiled. “Should we pose?”

“Why don’t we all three pose?” the boy said. “Is there a timer?”

“I think there might be, actually,” Scully said, looking at the buttons on top of the body cam. She looked up and down the beach. Almost no one within easy sight. “I can set it on top of that rock over there, and maybe we can give it a try.”

***

Later, when they walked in from the beach, Scully and the boy each held Samantha’s hand between them. Samantha had returned the radio but was still giggly, goofy from the dancing and spinning, tugging playfully on their arms.

It reminded Scully of walking on the beach with her nephew Matthew in San Diego. He was so small that when his pace slowed, she and her mom could lift him by his hands high in the air, swinging him a few steps forward so that he squealed in joy. Samantha was, of course, too big for this trick.

When the dunes were underfoot, Scully stopped the children and glanced back, wanting to survey the beach one more time. The athlete seemed to have stopped for the evening, gathering together his belongings and then walking off in the opposite direction. The young people weren’t even looking at them. No one else was visible.

“What are you looking for?” the boy asked.

“I’m not sure,” she said. “Anything out of place.”

“The sun’s setting,” the boy pointed out, watching her. “It’ll be dark soon.”

“Yeah,” Scully nodded. “We should try to be efficient and get home quickly.”

They began back on the winding path through the dunes, letting go of each other's hands so that they could move single file. The wind had died down, so it was very quiet, only the sound of their footsteps. Scully suddenly wrinkled her nose.

“What’s wrong?” asked Samantha, glancing behind at her.

“It’s just –” Scully made a face. She lowered her voice. “I had forgotten how, in 1973, absolutely everything smells like cigarette smoke. It’s not as common to smell smoke in 1999.”

“I don’t smell anything.” Samantha sniffed.

“Where could it be coming from?” Scully said. “There’s no one else around.”

“Maybe whoever walked along the path right ahead of us smoked,” the boy suggested.

“I didn’t notice anyone,” Scully said quietly. An icy feeling crept over her. “Still. Why not let me go first?”

She stepped in front of the children on the path, and she slid her hand casually up her turtleneck past the body cam to her holstered SIG Sauer. Very carefully, she slid it out, placing it instead in the deep pocket of her peacoat. Behind her, she could feel the boy’s eyes watching this process closely.

Their walk seemed even quieter now, if that were possible. Scully tried to tell herself the smell of smoke wasn’t getting stronger.

When they were over the dunes, she looked right and left for a sign of anyone. There was nothing but an empty road lined by a wood of trees, one small squat house shaded in the trees. No people in sight. Scully released a breath.

“Nobody here,” the boy said, his own breath mid-exhale, too. “Let’s get home fast.”

But as they began to hurry down the road, Scully realized they hadn’t noticed someone leaning against a tree.

A man in a dark suit half-obscured in shadow, casually smoking a cigarette.

When Scully noticed him, she startled, instinctively grabbing hold of both of the siblings’ arms.

“Good evening, miss,” the man said. “I didn’t mean to startle you and the children. I’m just out here indulging in a cigarette before dinner.”

Scully peered at him. At his face.

And then she forced her expressions under her control. “Good evening,” she said, a tight smile flickering across her lips.

“Enjoying your time here on Martha’s Vineyard?” the man smiled pleasantly, tilting his head slightly. “Care for a smoke?”

“I am, thank you, and no, thank you.”

The man shrugged, sucking on his cigarette and smiling ever-so-slightly.

His eyes then fell on the boy, on Samantha. The Mulder children looked back at the man with identical dazed expressions. Scully gripped them both by the arm and began to pull them along with her as she walked away.

“Well, have a nice night,” the man called courteously after her, as she marched away. “Best make it home safe before dark.”

“Yes, thank you,” Scully answered, her voice high.

Her heart was beating out of her chest now. She kept walking, willing herself not to turn around and look back at him. Keep going, keep going, keep going, she told herself. There was no sense in providing him any more information, giving him any whisper of a clue more than he had.

Because Scully felt certain about three things now.

First, that man was a younger version of the smoker. In his 40s he looked troublingly like Jeffery Spender – and yes, yes, disconcertingly, a bit like Mulder, too, although she would never admit that out loud. Never.

Second, she was certain he was there to lay eyes on the Mulder siblings, and he had. What’s more, she was pretty certain, judging from the expressions on their faces, they had some vague idea who he was, too. She would have to confirm this with them later.

Third, he had been fishing for any detail about her, because he obviously had absolutely no idea who she was. Which made her an unanticipated variable. A factor he hadn’t accounted for.

For him, this would almost certainly make her an unacceptable threat. For her, it might be her only advantage.

Berkeley, California 108 Hours After Scully Vanishes 1999

The image had come in two hours ago, when everyone else had already either retreated to Hays’ office to start looking over data for tomorrow or gone home to sleep. Mulder was the only one there, in the main lab. He had been considering going back to the motel himself for a while.

But once he heard the sound of the image beginning to fill in on the screen, that went out the window. At first it looked like it might be three strangers standing side-by-side on a beach—a woman and two children, perhaps a mother and kids.

When the whole image continued to fill in, and all the detail, he could see that the picture depicted no strangers.

No. No strangers at all.

All three people in the photo were laughing and speaking, their mouths open, like the camera had caught them unaware.

Samantha’s mouth was open the widest, almost like she was shouting something, singing maybe. She looked exactly as he remembered her looking the day of her abduction. Except she was happy.

Scully was wearing a 1970s peacoat and a turtleneck that reminded him vaguely of his mother, and she was looking towards the camera. He hadn’t seen her in days. She looked beautiful. She was also smiling, her lips slightly parted, as though she were mid-sentence.

The young Fox Mulder was unmistakably, unquestionably, looking straight at Scully. It was inconceivable to Mulder that even this very young version of himself—this kid who had so little information about the world—would know enough to look at Scully. Why would he do that? What did he even know about it? What was going through his mind? Was that instinct? Was that fate?

The three of them appeared to be holding hands. Imagine that. It was fucking staggering.

This Fox Mulder, this fortunate stranger child, got to hold hands with Samantha and Scully at the same time. Within the span of a single heartbeat. Within the span of one breath.

Mulder became aware that he was crying. It was the first new photo he’d had of Samantha in 26 years.

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thebookworm0001 · 1 year

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It’s past my bedtime and this is a mess

Here you go @ell-vellan

So I’ll be examining the dangerous fantasy lover trope specifically with regards to ya literature/media that is geared towards young girls.

I’ve chosen this specifically because of the way it reflects the developmental stages of both the characters and the intended audience and because adults (usually men) tend to misinterpret what’s going on inside the heads of both. I should also not that this is largely based off my own personal experiences but that includes a number of discussions with people who were also socialized as women who share very similar experiences to my own. This is also gonna be very cishet because despite some Later Realizations, that was very much my experience and very much where this particular trope stems from

So with that out of the way: why girls love the scary hot guys that are walking red flags

In order to set up some of this, we get to fall back to the age-old “Jesus Christ everything is the Victorian’s fault.” So, historically, in Western Christian culture, women were dangerous, sex-obsessed harlots who needed to be controlled by men. The idea of a wandering womb that needed to be satiated, or a ‘cold’ womb that sought heat (in the form of sperm), and a couple other ideas all kinda made men weird about women’s sex drives. Then (and I am simplifying greatly here) the Victorians come along and we get the idea of The Angel In the House. The Angel is the ideal of womanhood. She is meek, she is mild, she is caring, she is doting. She is also, above all, devoid of any actual desire for anything besides bearing/raising her husband and children. She does not want sex. In fact, she should be a little put off by it. The Angel is here to tame man’s baser nature - and a man is a sexed up beast who can’t so much as see a table leg without getting horned up. So The Angel must dutifully and lovingly put up with her husband’s advances to keep him from straying to one of those *gasp* fallen women identifiable by their clear use of makeup (side note: yes prostitutes would wear visible makeup and this is why the Look of the mid-1800s for rich women was being barefaced. Or close to it. There are still makeup recipes from the time that suggest it might’ve been more of a ‘my eyelashes are totally this dark naturally what do you mean’ situation). All that to say, the Victorians cemented the idea in Western culture that men were rampaging sex animals incapable of controlling themselves and it was the woman’s Sacred Duty to keep his attention and keep him from sinning. This is also the era of Freud so take that as you will.

So, fast forward a century or so. This idea is still going strong. People lost their minds when women wore skirts that bared their ankles when a few centuries ago bare boobs were the courtly fashion because necklines just got that damn low. Throw in a good dose of moral panic - especially around birth control being a Thing that allows people to fuck without risking pregnancy and childbirth (so naturally it was illegal to even discuss it for several years in the US) and Christian patriarchy, and you get this weird brand of projected sexualization of kids.

I can only speak for my own purity culture experience, but there’s something particularly fucked up about spending a few weeks telling a building full of pre-teens and teens that 1) they are going to be consumed by the desire to have sex and 2) satisfying this desire will send them to hell unless they get married first. Also weirder when followed up with a ceremony in which you sign a certificate promising your virginity to your future (cishet) spouse in front of those same peers and your parents. You may even get a ring to wear about it and feel compelled, for some damn reason, to share that the ring means you will not be having sex thank you very much (and later realize that the ease of keeping that promise was one hell of a queer flag that nobody noticed). Anyway the point was very much that not only did culture at large tell you that sex was a thing done to women by men rather than something enjoyed by both parties, but now you had your Trusted Adults telling you that whatever hormone-driven impulses you had were going to get you tortured for eternity. This had no adverse effects.

Yeah no so! Enter my first experience with Bad Boy Lover: David Bowie’s tight ass pants. Now, I was too young to care about the pants the first time I watched Labyrinth. I was mostly just desperate for anything magic related and David Bowie was fucking cool with the big hair and the mismatched eyes and the Being Magic. But the thing that’s attractive about David Bowie as Jareth is that he oozes danger but he never does anything Sarah doesn’t /want/ him to do. Sarah is at a crossroads in her life - specially the one from child to adult. She’s a teenager - crossing the line from having no agency (and no sexuality) to having ownership of herself and her desires. A key moment at the start of the movie is when she runs home late to babysit her younger brother. It’s not that she’s late, but rather than her stepmother makes it clear that aside from rarely asking her to babysit, she’d happily find a different sitter if Sarah ever told her about her plans. She also awkwardly makes the comment that she’d quite like it if Sarah had plans - especially if they were for a date. Sarah’s reality is that she is desperately clinging to childhood/innocence while she is rapidly growing out of it. In fact, she’s ready to move on herself. Hence the story about the Goblin King being in love with the girl that she recites. The girl is her. This movie is her self-insert fanfic come frighteningly and amazingly to life. In fact, that’s pretty explicit in the text of the movie - every aspect of the Labyrinth, Jareth included, can be found somewhere in her bedroom before the plot begins. Everyone plays a role - Jareth is the safe exploration into adulthood. And in this case, that means sexuality.

Hence the Bowie Balls. Both the crystal ones he’s constantly twirling and the ones they had to actually tone down for the movie because yes that bulge was entirely intentional. Jareth is the fantasy of a young girl who is not comfortable with her own sexuality - exactly what is expected of a girl raised in a white, Western, Christian culture. Sarah is expected to date, sure, but what part of her world has told her that action is safe? The movie released in 1986. After the 60s and 70s saw a sexual liberation, and, while it did continue into the 80s, there was a backlash. And, of course, there was the AIDS epidemic. The US Surgeon General’s report on AIDS was released the same year as this film. There’s also an interpretation of a prop newspaper clipping that holds that Sarah’s biological mother is an actress who left her family to be with someone who looks a lot like David Bowie so there is potentially a layer of influence w/ an older man ‘stealing’ her mother away. All that to say, even if Sarah didn’t have the fatal flaw of refusing agency in her own life, there’s a fair bit happening in her life that would tell her sex is not a safe thing for her.

And this is where the dangerous lover (DL) comes in. Because the dangerous lover give you an out. DL gives you a loophole for all the various pressures that tell a not-a-girl-not-yet-a-woman she is not allowed to want sex. DL ignores what you say - because you are not allowed to say you want him. DL gets in your space - because you are not allowed to get into his space. DL makes innuendo at you - because you cannot under any circumstance do the same. DL is uncomfortably attractive and sexualized - because then his hotness is just a statement rather than an expression of desire. DL needs to be controlling so that when someone asks why you were in a compromising position, you can say he forced you. Arousal looks a hell of a lot like fear. And when you’re taught to fear your own arousal? Well. That line gets fucking blurring real fast.

Fast forward a few decades to Stephanie Meyer, mother of modern YA. Not even joking - we don’t get YA as a market the way we have it without Twilight. Twilight has a ton of issues unrelated to the romance (donate to the Quileute Tribe here [https://mthg.org]) but it’s probably the most well-known of modern DL, and Edward Cullen was definitely my first conscious engagement with that. So yes Edward was dangerous and pushy and ignored everything you said. But this was when the other integral part of the DL clicked - the DL must be utterly and completely devoted to you.

Backing up to the Angel in the House, the woman in the relationship is expected to be everything for her family. Her sole purpose is to be whatever her husband and children need. Her life is devoted to their service. She should never expect the same from her family. Her children are, well, children (now being seen a a separate thing from Adults - and so we have the golden age of fairy tales) and her husband is little more than a slightly better dressed child insofar as emotional intelligence goes. His job is to make money and support his family and try not to fuck the sex workers down the street but if he does, well, not his fault. Christian purity culture similarly teaches that sex is not enjoyable for women. In fact, the earlier description was more egalitarian than most. Much of purity culture teaches that boys, being sex monsters, will pressure girls into sex they will not want and it is their solemn duty to resist so not as to 1) ruin their virtue and 2) not lead the boys astray. There is no conversation about how women might enjoy the act and the implication is that if you do, you’re dirty. Many people will outright compare a girl who has had sex to a used piece of tape, a crushed flower, or a chewed piece of gum. You are something to be used and discarded. Best not be thrown away before a Godly ManTM snaps you up. Should a boy be compared to an object, he is a skeleton key, a girl a lock. A girl should ‘fit’ for only one partner, and the boy has no such commitments. Your job as a woman is to devote yourself to a single man and stay ‘pure’ enough to hold his attention. If he strays, you should have expected it and it is your fault.

Now take that lesson - that you should never expect the level of affection and care you are expected to give in a relations and pair it with the fact that the single most important thing a teenager wants is acceptance. To belong. To be seen and loved and cared for deeply and without reservation.

Enter the obsessive nature of the DL. Because when you’re too young to realize that a dude secretly watching you while you sleep is creepy as fuck, what it reads as is devotion, protection, and being known. He sees you with your bed head, no makeup, drool on the pillow case and thinks you’re beautiful anyway. He knows that you face danger at night, even just in your own head, so he watches over you without being asked. And every time he watches you from the shadows, every time he pushes a boundary you don’t want to have, every time he makes a decision on your behalf to keep your safe - he is showing that the single most important thing in his life is you. That he sees you, wants you, and will put you above every other god damn thing in his life - including whatever power and/or immortality he has. And damn that is powerful. Because being a teenage girl sucks. You have no power. There is nothing you want more than the ability to do whatever you want whenever you want. You have been bombarded with the idea that you are in the prime of your life and the moment you graduate, everything is over - you will lose your youth and there is nothing worse than that (so says your mother, who frets over her fine lines and grey hairs. So says your grandmother, who praises the metabolism you’ll soon lose. So says your aunt, tell you to treasure these years because soon you’ll be a mother and your life won’t be your own anymore).

In Labyrinth, this manifests as Jareth’s constant changing of the game to fit what Sarah wants. Not what she verbalizes, but the story she wants to play out. She wants him to cheat. She wants the odds made more drastic. She wants to be seduced and frightened and kept from winning through dirty tricks. All of Jareth’s final scenes outline that he has, as both sexual partner and villainous bad guy, been working overtime to giver her the story she wants. He has ‘turned the world upside down…and done it all for [her]’ and he is fucking exhausted. The ‘fear me, love me, do as I say and I will be your slave’ offer? It’s a promise that she will get everything she’s ever wanted if she just gives in. But Labyrinth is also about accepting your childhood and bringing it with you in a healthy way as you mature, so we are not going to fall into bed with the much older Goblin King. That’s what Adult Sarah fanfic is for. But the offer on the table is ‘I know the desire you have for intimacy - sexual and emotional - let me fulfill it’ but Sarah ain’t ready for that so we move to a bedroom dance party with muppets.

Edward Cullen, on the other hand, is in a an older journey to adulthood where sex is an age appropriate step, rather than a concept we are starting to accept. So we get bed-breaking, bone-bruising, can’t-believe-it-was-that-good sex. So he fits the bill and manages to fulfill the implied desire for sex itself that tends to be more implied when the story is written with an audience of women in mind.

So no fucking wonder Edward Cullen is attractive to teenage girls. Though Edward, funnily enough, is actually something of a poor example going by Jareth’s metrics for no other reason than he’s not particularly sexual. Bella finds him as such - as does the entire town - but when push comes to shove, Bella is the one pursuing him sexually. Though I believe this is due to Meyer’s Mormonism and her particular DL fantasy having the added factor of Will Wait For Marriage to Ravage Me. He’s absolutely down for it, he’s just gotta put a ring on it first. But again - it’s the loophole. The fantasy needs to give the reader permission to engage in sexual imaginings and clearly, Meyer needs that safety net of marriage to feel safe doing so.

Anyway I think I have exhausted my brain on this matter for the moment. Questions? Clarification? Something to add? Go for it.

Next up on essays I should take more time to write: the ‘I can fix him’ trope is actually a power fantasy and yes I will die on this hill

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mleelunsford · 2 years

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Darkstalkers Redesign Thoughts Part 1 &2

Some people mentioned they wanted to hear my thoughts on the Darkstalkers redesigns I’ve done. So here’s a write-up for the first two sets! Let’s tackle them in order from left to right.

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Hsien-Ko: Probably my favorite Darkstalker, so I didn’t want to change her too much, just bring out more of her personality to the way she dresses. Still giving her something like the traditional look, but making it a little more stylish. I also gave her some modern pants and sneakers, based entirely on my memories of the English dub of the OVA where I believe she called a group of monsters “a bunch of dweebs” which makes me laugh. I also gave her spiked wrist bands as a nod to her and Chun-Li sharing a VO.

Lord Raptor: Another one I already liked, and I’m a big fan of the punk style and music myself. I just made him a bit more boney and spikey, switched his hair to a mohawk for some added uniqueness amongst the cast, and gave him a kilt-like thing made out of damaged British flags instead of the patch on his pants to make it look a bit more like rebellion than patriotism, as he’s actually Australian.

Donovan: This one needed a bit of an overhaul, in my opinion. Personally, I always thought Donovan looked like the fun police amongst all the wacky characters, and also a bit like Dan from Street Fighter became a monk. So my first task was just to make him look hot, that’s an easy way to keep him no-nonsense but still a little fun. I also took away a lot of his toys, he’s a dhampir who became a monk to steady his mind and also has ghosts haunting him and a evil sword and also he’s protecting a scary little girl, too many hats. I think he’s much cooler with just the first part. He’s a monk, he’s a dhampir, he struggles with his inner demons, I gave him one glow-y eye to represent that. I also referenced some middle-eastern dancers to give his costume a bit more motion.

Anita: Hey remember when Anita was in Marvel Super Heroes as a secret playable character and she had Donovan’s sword? Let’s just do that. Give Anita all the unnecessary things Donovan had and make her a spooky little girl fighter with a big demon sword. I didn’t do too much design on my own for her, I just mixed together the designs for her younger form people have seen a lot of, and an older version of her they briefly had show up in one of the games.

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B.B. Hood: In the original, the design is meant to be cute and innocent looking for the fun juxtaposition of when she starts pulling out guns and grenades, and it’s great. But for a redesign, if I wanted to do that, I’d just keep using the original design, it’s fine as is! So to make this a bit more fun for myself, I aged her up a little bit and tried to mash both traits together. Where if she covered up with her cloak entirely she could be mistaken for a young innocent girl, but is secretly a madwoman underneath. Lots of places to hide weapons and tools, her cloak is lined with holsters that could hold many things, inspired by Maryl Stryfe from Trigun.

Anakaris: This one was fairly simple, I just wanted to inject a tiny bit more realism into him and make his ability to split apart more apparent. I’m no expert on ancient Egypt, so I pulled some stuff I found on a quick google image search and some movies which are probably not historically accurate, sorry. I hope that I at least made the giant mummy man visibly tell a story.

Rikuo: Originally a green naked muscly fish man. He’s apparently a king? I gave him some clothing and accessories to try and represent his royalty a bit more without overdoing it. I also added some ridges to his head to make him look slightly less human. Lastly I split his backfins into two sections: one on his back, and one on his head. I wanted to make his neck a bit more maneuverable, I think the one large fin made him feel a bit stiff. I also referenced Olympic swimmers for his body instead of just generic muscles. And I had a few pictures of Prince Sidon from Zelda up for inspiration.

Sasquatch: I genuinely did not know what to do with Sasquatch at first, he’s just a giant fluffy friend and that’s good enough. I ended up giving less focus to muscles and more on the giant ball of fluff. I removed the shackles from his feet because why would you do that to him, leave Sasquatch alone. I also changed the one thing that actually bothered me about the original with the brown balls of fur in his chest, I just made it into one big belly patch.

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stressed-chaos · 2 years

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Memories - Part 8

I'll try and post the next tomorrow, not keep anyone's who is reading in an anticipation.

As usual, hope you all like this part!

They both sat in silence for a while, Y/N soaking up all the information Ben had thrown at her. So she did know a little stuff correctly, still doesn't make up for the fact that she forgot her best friend, but she'll get there eventually. Ben was looking anywhere but her, still she could see him stealing glances at her as if waiting for her to speak. She thought about her response. It's not everyday that some insanely attractive man with a chiseled face, deep chocolate eyes, fluffy hair waiting for fingers to run through them, tells you your life history.

Finally, when the silence started becoming too much, she spoke, "So...Ben, tell me about yourself then?"

He was confused, "I already did...?"

"No, not like that, like maybe some insight on how we met, became friends, stuff about your parents...if you want to of course."

Ben made a noise of recognition, agreeing, "We basically had that family friends kinda friendship. Parents were friends, we were closer in age, so we became friends almost instantly. My mother used to tell me that we both used to stop crying around each other almost instantly. Then we went to the same school, did most of the stuff together, basically inseparable. We were also neighbors, and lived right next door almost all our lives."

"Sounds nice."

"It was...here I also have some pictures on my phone. Was looking at the photo album some days ago, and clicked some of them." He took out his phone and scrolled until he reached those, leaning forward to show her.

"Is that from the first day of school?" She asked, ready to laugh. He nodded. That was her cue to burst out laughing, clutching her stomach. "Aw, look at you, all bubbly and excited to go. What are you even wearing?" She managed between laughs.

"That's not me, that's you." He replied, biting back a smile.

She stopped laughing, eyes wide staring at the photo. Did she really look like that at what, 2-3 years old? She narrowed her eyes, "I don't believe you. This clearly looks like a boy and face matches yours a little bit."

"Believe it or not, it is you. Plus, you were the tomboy kind of girl, still are. You were so angry when your mother tried to dress you up in a frock and refused to go. This was the final negotiation."

Now that sounded like her. She only nodded in acknowledgment, not so shocked as before.

He moved to a picture of them on a trip, near a sunset, both of them looking about 9-10 years old.

"Oh I remember this, you tried to play that prank on me and disappeared, and then you actually got lost. It was hilarious when we were not worrying about you."

"Hey I thought an animal was going to attack me, turns out that was you. It's scary when you are standing there defenseless...it was fu- wait what? What did you say?"

Y/N froze, realizing what she had said. "I don't know, it...it just popped up, just what I remembered after seeing that photo."

Ben's eyes were glimmering with hope, it wasn't much but it was a start. She had already started getting some snippets back. They just had to work on pulling those little things out, step by step. He wouldn't rush into anything, he assured himself. Baby steps Ben, baby steps.

His smile reaching his eyes, he replied perplexed, "That's-that's great, you're already getting some stuff back. It's a start. But don't worry, you don't have to pressure yourself over this, we'll get through this, patiently and I will be with you at every step," he assured her, taking her hand in his and rubbing soft circles on her skin with this thumb, which flooded her with relief and calm.

"Yeah-yeah thanks for that."

He just smiled and swiped on to another photo.

Y/N visibly relaxed, she didn't know what to do with her sudden drop of memory. She thought that it would cause him to expect her to remember everything at once. Or maybe, try to force her into remembering the details. She was about to have an anxiety attack, but suddenly felt a hand taking hers and feeling someone's-Ben's finger-or thumb, rubbing soft circles at her skin and instantly felt better, anxiety fading away at the speed of sound. It was soothing, exactly what she needed and was glad that he didn't let go of her hand when they moved on to other pictures. It was like their hands fit and the warmth of his hand was just the cherry on top of extra whipped cream she required.

"Is that...where is that from?"

"Looks like prom, wait I'll check...yep, it's prom. We...went together."

She took in her appearance in that photo. There was no doubt she looked beautiful, wearing a baby blue dress that clung to her body nicely and was flown at the end. To compliment it even more, there was a little black bow-tie type thing at the waist, which just bought out the shade of her dress even more. She wasn't overly fond of dresses, but dressing up sometimes could maybe, just maybe, decrease her dislike. Specifically when her eyes landed on her date, it was confirmed.

The man beside her wore a white dress shirt, black pants a black tuxedo coat, complete with a bow-tie, color matching hers. His hair was styled back, probably with gel. Though she did prefer them a little messed up as they were right now, she did not definitely mind this. Isn't it too soon for a preference anyways? Both of them had arms around each other, laughing.

Though if you look closely, you can see hints of adoration behind both of their eyes, but it could be wrong. They were gazing at each other's eyes anyways, it was a little hard to find some traces of adoration. Maybe they went as friends, this disappointed her a little bit but she decided now to dwell on that. Ben's voice broke her out of her thoughts.

"It was fun, we danced. You looked stunning that day, not that you don't usually- but...well I hope you get my point. There were guys hitting on you, even though they knew you were my date. I was just glad you didn't ditch me for that one guy who you had a big crush on...what was his name? Ah right, James."

She laughed at that, "I'm sure there were girls batting their eye lashes at you, trying to steal you away from me. Especially when you looked like that. I am certain I must have been glad that you didn't ditch me for any of them."

His eyes stared into her, unnaturally soft, afraid he would break her with his eyes, "I'll never ditch you, not for anyone, ever...maybe for food someday, but I'm sure I will come back at the end of the day."

She just kept looking back, almost gazing into his soul, before he suddenly broke the stare and moved on to the next picture. It looked somewhat like a movie theater, outside of it more likely. She noticed the presence of someone else in that photo, he looked familiar, but she couldn't exactly pin-point it and so questioned him about it.

"Oh him? You don't remember?...sorry, sorry about that. It slipped out. He's a friend of ours, we met him in middle school, stuck together ever since. His name's Sebastian. Sebastian Stan. I'm sure you know him."

She was astonished. She had been friends with Sebastian-freaking-Stan since middle school!? How can she forget this!? Oh shit. Her internal fangirl was coming out. "Sugar. Plum. Fairies. Are you serious? Please don't tell me you are kidding," she was almost jumping up and down on her seat.

Ben refrained from the urge to say, "I'm always Sirius." He enjoyed being the fan cast for young Sirius Black, even though he kind of felt he was a little old to play that part now. He really wanted to make that pun. He was also sure if his love had her memories, she would have surely made that pun right now. Instead he said, "Yes, I'm not kidding. We met in middle school, he was a new student and you two were assigned as project partners. That's where we three became friends."

Y/N was internally freaking out but her face wasn't showing that. Maybe that's why she was an actor. Ben let her have a internal let-me-scream session, choosing not to comment. It happened a lot anyway. He loved the fact that she got excited about small things, never needing an over-the-top reason to be happy. She appreciated the little things life threw at her most of the time, unless she's grumpy. He just wished he could kiss her right now, her excited face surely not helping in keeping that urge inside. But he remembered the situation, his current boundaries and averted his eyes from hers.

He swiped on to the next one, "And that's graduation."

Y/N scanned that picture. She was wearing a jeans and kurta kind of thing, making it almost look like a dress. She internally laughed at that. Didn't even wear a dress to graduation. The black coat is clearly visible, but clearly no graduation cap. She was standing with Ben and Sebastian, the trio making a ridiculous pose at the camera, with their tongues out, while holding their diplomas. She merely hummed in acknowledgment and he moved on to the next one.

They always clicked goofy pictures to remember moments. Ben had also got them a shared Polaroid camera, which was filled with photos of them and the people they loved. Whenever they were physically away from each other, they carried those polaroids, and drifted back to the time, leading them to have a prompt and peaceful sleep.

The photo which popped up was also from graduation, just their mother's were kissing them on the cheek. She could see her mother was not happy but faked to look like it. There may be some traces of happiness over her daughter graduating, but she did not notice that. She was standing in the middle, while Sebastian was on her left and Ben on the right. They all looked so wonderfully happy and proud in that picture, their mother's sharing the same look, almost believing her mother's was real. Maybe it was, maybe not. She couldn't stop a smile from creeping up on her own face. "We all look so carefree and happy, guess we got good grades and all in the last year. Is that- uhm...is that my mother?"

He nodded.

"These are all I have got for now," he mused after quickly swiping back and forth at the next photo. She got a glimpse and it was something white. Y/N felt a little suspicious at the speed at which he swiped, thinking he didn't want her to see them, but choosing not to point it out. It must be something private. She didn't know he was lying and there were actually almost twenty more photos on his phone.

But those were all of their wedding day and he felt he shouldn't show them to her just yet. He very much wanted to, but it didn't feel quite fair just like that. Ben wanted to tell her and then show her those, just hoped he didn't have to...hoping for her to remember. Plus, he did not want to overwhelm her with all the information at once.

Ben voiced the question stuck back in his head ever since they started talking, "So...do you remember anything from the time you were gone? I mean in those 2 months?"

She shrugged, "Nope, I just remembered waking up at a hospital and also a mysterious man. I guess that was you. And then I remembered them telling me the information I told you and after healing they sent me on my way."

"Oh right...those injuries. They're all right now?"

"Yeah...yeah they're fine. Completely healed." She replied with an awkward chuckle. "Do you want anything to eat? It's almost lunch time."

"I'll have whatever you're making," his attention back on his phone.

Y/N nodded and went into the kitchen to prepare some pasta. While doing her task, she noticed the sudden awkwardness caused after seeing those photos and decided to question him about it...but after food.

After finishing their meals and talking a bit here and there, they were having some brownies Y/N picked for dessert. She decided it's probably the best time to ask.

"Ben," he looked up, "I'm kind of having...this weird feeling, that you're hiding something from me. Like whatever you told me wasn't the whole truth."

He drew in a deep breath, contemplating his options. If he may lose her now, better be to the whole truth. There was also a chance he may not lose her at all. Finally deciding on telling her, he prepared himself for everything mentally and spoke in such a low voice that if there hadn't been any silence in the apartment, Y/N would have surely missed it, "We...we were in a relationship. Kind of, well not kind of. You see...we uh, we were-are, married."

#ben barnes #bin bons #ben barnes x you #benjamin barnes #benjamin thomas barnes #ben barnes x reader #ben #ben barnes x y/n #sebastian stan #fanfic #fanfiction #Memories

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punchitime · 1 year

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Idk what to say here so....

More Punch Out related lucid dreams i had WHOOO!

Ok context before i start because for sone reason the "plot" on these ones changed from the one before and it, quite litterally needs context:

Ok, for some reason i DON'T work for the WVBA like before, no work wise association with them.

But, it does deal with one of my jobs. Ok so i work for the #1 haunted house in my state, but the owners of this haunt runs another haunted house in a different state where we usually run special events since it's an indoor haunt and has heating and all of that.

Apparently there was a private event going on and my managers wanted me and my mom, and sone of my haunt friends, to come, gave us no context what was going on but we went anyways because we were free and got curious what was going on.

Found out later that, apparently, my managers offered the WVBA to let the boxers (and i mean ALL of them... Except OCS for some reason which is... Odd actually but oh well) come over and meet some actors without haunt makeup and costume/explore the haunt before hours (why exactly i have no idea, nor is it my business tbh)... And they accepted. My managers wanted me there because, without makeup/not acting I'm... Not menacing or scary, at all, plus I'm considered the main "banshee" of one of the haunts so they thought it'd be fun to have me around just doing whatever and possibly scream occasionally if i had enough voice for it (... I did because it was a dream, but you get the point)

Anyways, onto the dream moment thingies!

Ok so... For context, all of the boxers were wearing casual clothing. Just whatever they wanted to wear they could, there was no kinda dress code or anything.

^ This part does play in. Because Narcis was there and wearing more "casual" (unnecessarily fancy compared to everyone else but still) clothing, but for some reason it was still in the same colors as his boxing outfit... That green does not go well with the red/yellow/purple colors he has going on btw.

^ yeah i visibly cringed seeing the sudden green in the color combo and my friend noticed and laughed at my reaction

Accidentally scaring the absolute fuck outta Mr. Sandman... Who at the same time scared the fuck outta me.

^ in other words we accidentally scared the fuck outta each other by me quickly turning around a corner and not hearing him there beforehand

^^ both of us ended up apologizing to each other (despite it being my fault and completely taking the blame either way) and chit chatted a lil bit before going our separate ways in the haunt

Apparently in this dream I've actually met/befriended Heike (how exactly I'm trying to figure out) and eventually lost contact, years before they were a boxer.

^ Heike still remembered me which... Genuinely shocked me hearing someone's voice i don't recognize yell my birth name and get tackled hugged-

Ngl i was around Heike, Birdie, and Mac (not purposely, but all three are around my age over here... At least headcanon wise for Birdie) most of the time if i was around people at all and not helping out/wandering around the haunt myself since I'm rarely at that haunt myself

^ met both Birdie and Mac via Heike and got along with both of them

Apparently I met Aran as well pre-event. How exactly was... Even more vague then how i met Heike actually. He mentioned something about a concert but that's still vague because of my heavily mixed music taste.

^ yes, he's hella chaotic, and the only one of the boxers purely referring to me as "Banshee"

The whole "something is rattling in Hoy's staff" thing came back. This time was confusing me because i didn't know where it was coming from and slowly driving me crazy.

^ I was with the mini group i mentioned before, asked what it was and they all looked at me like i was crazy (... And fair enough)

^^ turns out pretty much all of the boxers kinda tune the rattling out subconsciously, so i wasn't going crazy they just were tuning it out

Apparently i wasn't aware that Great Tiger can ACTUALLY float so i was just looking at the ground he was floating over and slyly trying to see how he was doing that (obviously actual magic but apparently dream me didn't know that)

^ apparently i said, and i quote (to my manager who was leading me somewhere to help out with something i forgot what exactly), "Are we NOT gonna talk about the guy floating over there?!"

^^ apparently (learned this info from Birdie and Mac because he recognized my voice) Tiger and a few others heard me and started laughing because of how sudden it was and the fact my voice was becoming farther away mid sentence (i was running after my manager)

Super Macho Man did accidentally blind me with his necklace(s, he was wearing multiple... I'm guessing that all of them were made of real gold)-

^ No clue if he realized if he did or not, but i said a "What da fuck" in the most gremlin like voice before stepping back and tripping over a loose wood board and falling (i was fine beyond a good sized bruise on my forearm... And temporary blindness)

^^ Apparently Nick & Rick heard me and started quietly laughing... And I'm still not sure if i should be proud (because Nick is, according to Mac, very hard to make laugh) or embarrassed about that because how i managed that

#💀 speaks #💀 back on their bs #punch out #punch out wii #punch-out!!#punch out!!#super punch out

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jaytmann2 · 1 day

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How I discovered sex True story part 53.

Fast forward 3 weeks and School started for the year. I was delighted to see I had Mr Phellps for maths again that semester. We had home room in the morning before classes started and my teacher called me over. She introduced me to this new guy Daniel and introduced us and explained to Daniel that I was new last year and hadn't been at the school that long so it might help having me show him round. Obviously my teacher knew I hadn't made many friends and might have been trying to help.

Daniel was short too, not as short as me but still short. About my build, short black hair, well dressed and like me had a slightly more feminine look compared to the local boys around here. Daniel was fucking gorgeous for a boy. He might have been the first boy I ever met that I actually looked at his attractiveness the same way I'd look at a girl. He was real cute. Like me his voice was a little softer and less blokey. We chatted and Ms Swanson had put Daniel in all the same classes as me so showing him around would be easy. We had English first up and Ms Swanson was our teacher as well as our homeroom teacher and she said why don't we take the class off to show Daniel around. We dumped our bags in our lockers and walked around and started chatting. I found out that he also came from Victoria and his old town was only 30mins from where I used to live. We hit it off straight away. He was funny, sarcastic and quick like me. The day went so fast. For the first time I was excited for school the next day.

I was in a great mood that night. I hung out with mum and Emma, helped out with Sarah till I decided to shower and went to bed.

Mum knew how much I hated the horrible school pants and got me a nice pair of Black Levi jeans instead and had prewashed them too. I excitedly put them on and dam they were a great fit. I decided going commando at school was a bad idea so I had underwear on my white school polo shirt on and my dark blue school jumper and my black Nike air max on........I looked fucking good if I may say, even mum and Emma said I looked great as I headed off to school.

When I got there, Daniel was waiting by my locker he too had black jeans on and looked GOOD! I noticed him eye me as we said hi and got our books and headed to homeroom and Ms Swanson seemed really happy to see us getting on so well. My other friends liked him and vice versa but Daniel and I really seemed to click.

At lunchtime he asked if I'd call him Danny from now on. We chatted with our group and after lunch we had maths. Mr Phellps seemed to avoid me but I didn't care. Danny and I were like two peas, it was scary how much we clicked. Danny said its like we were brought together for a reason.

Days passed and I was finally happy again for the first time in ages. We were chatting when we realised he knew my cousin Robby. Danny's mood seemed to change a little after that! I asked what was wrong and he seemed really reluctant to say. I asked what I'd done wrong clearly visibly upset and scared I was going to loose my new friend.

He asked if we could go somewhere quiet so we went to the library and sat by a table at the far end. We sat there and I asked again what I did? He said "you've done nothing wrong Jay it's just......" and stopped. He looked upset and scared now. I begged to know what's up. He said "if I tell you, do you promise not to ditch me and tell everyone?" I said "no way" he lent to my ear and said " I'm gay and people in my old town found out and made my life a living hell. You're cousin Robby knows I'm gay too so I'm freaking out" he also said "You're my best friend, the bestest friend I've ever had and I don't want you to go" he looked like he was going to cry. I was relieved that I hadn't done anything wrong and I lent over and whispered in his ear "it's ok Danny, I'm bi and no one knows so we are fine" Danny looked so relieved and things went back to normal and life was good.

When I got home, mum was out and I heard Emma moaning in her room, I knocked on her door with no answer, I opened the door and saw Emma naked from the waist down, headphones on and eyes closed, laying on her side and working a dildo in her arse! I quickly went to my room, stripped naked and ran back to Emma's room, my hard cock bouncing as I ran. I walked to the edge of her bed and just watched her! After a couple of minutes I reached out and touched her ankle startelling her, Emma opened her eyes wide before she realised it was me, smiled and pulled her headphones off and said "oh good it's you" I didn't reply I just climbed onto her bed, I moved her hand off her dildo, pulled it out and threw it on the floor, I layed on my side behind her and without saying a single word, I pushed my cock into her arse.

She was already stretched out so I was able to fuck her nice and easy right away. Emma moaned loudly and bucked her hips and butt into my cock. God she felt great. I try'd something new and reached over and stuck two fingers in her pussy and try'd my best to pound her pussy at the same time I fucked her arse. This drove her wild and she squirted all over my hand as her arsehole gripped my cock as it spasmed.

I cam in her shortly after that. Before we showered and we decided to start cooking diner to surprise mum when she got home. Emma sucked my cock in the kitchen just before mum got home.

A few days had passed. Danny and I were inseparable.

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chocolatespyro · 8 months

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chikn nuggit spoilers in Lint's speech bubble if you care about that

I absolutely love and adore that trope of a character literally going off about something that only they care enough about to someone else who has no fucking clue what the hell is going on but is in for the ride anyways (usually in annoyance or complete and absolute hatred)

It's so goddamn funny but yeah sometimes I talk a lot about stuff and it's all just horrible word vomit for the next person to try and piece together lmaoooo. fun fact this is a legitimate thought/thing I wanted to write out or tell someone because. I follow chikn nuggit lore now I guess???

I'll put a text version down here at some point today so people can actually read my nightmare-inducing rambling of thoughts anyways

Also the other object guy is also my character lol he's an emu egg

Not gonna put this in main tags except for my art tag bcus this is just so dumb so yeah HJGHHFU

Lint: yeah so like, instead of making bezel open a body-horror esque mouth like with i-scream they should've just made it so that when cofi asks bezel how he eats the fucker just spins the hands on his clock and the music gets slower and distorted as the audience watches the food crumble and rot away from age. And then you look at Cofi and she is literally like "what" as it cuts to her being visibly older like WOULDNT HAVE THAT BEEN SO MUCH MORE SCARY??? BUT ALSO SUPER FUNNY AT THE SAME TIME???? like you have this terrifying god creature and you DON'T do something like that with him??? HUH??? Like. There 2 are on completely different power levels and yet they eat the same? That's so lame. Plus this opens up the opportunity for more questions to be asked and a question as to exactly HOW powerful is this guy. Plus the fact that he doesn't eat normally which is just????????? it would make him seem more interesting and alien and disconnected from the other characters more than he already is plus the implications that he CAN STEAL TIME from anyone in the immediate vicinity. it's less literal body horror but more psychological and existential dread (am I using those words right???) but the horror that he can literally just do this at any time and that he can and has before it's legitimately insane plus the fact that he barely has to even move a finger to do this too. Plus the fact that he's discreetly manipulating chikkn nugget behind the scenes to try and make chikn realize he's a god n stuff I just think it'd fit his motif much better. Because time is so much less of a physical thing and I think bezel represents that. also why are there no bezel "ruler of everything" edits

Emu Egg: dude i have literally no idea what you're talking about

#this is my art and this is the tag for it #Lint Pile (tag)

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fic-dumpster · 3 years

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Deer in headlights | Short stories: Tipsy visits

Bonten x Reader | 1.7k+ words

Warnings: humor, implied consumption of alcohol, smut, cringe(?), foul language, not edited, no beta, grammar/spelling mistakes, Sanzu and Rindou being Sanzu and Rindou .-. have your age in your blogs visible

A/N: I felt bad about leaving just like that so.. 🥺🤲🏻 here are crumbs of my love for yall. It’s not much, but it’s what I can do 🥺💕😔 last update for a while (tbh, I hope not) *crying* I like to suffer in silence. (for the ppl that saw the drama yesterday IM SO SORRY)

Late-night study sessions were common for you, specifically if you waited awake for Mikey to come home. A loud bang coming from the entrance’s door startled you. It's 2 in the morning, who could it be? You thought. Not wanting to be unprotected in case it was something ‘else,’ you fastly grabbed the nearest object, a rolled newspaper.

Walking towards the door, you also pulled your phone and had Kakucho’s number on speed dial; after all, he lived the closest to you. “Who’s there?!” you shouted, “My boyfriend is really scary! I'm warning you!” Suddenly the door opened, and you screamed as you delivering a blow with the newspaper to whoever stood there. A groan followed by a thud and a boisterous laugh surprised you. “Rindou? Sanzu? What are you two doing here?” then your eyes fell upon the fallen pinknette holding his reddening forehead, “Oh my god! Sanzu! I’m sorry!” you kneeled beside him, cheeking his forehead as Rindou leaned forward, still laughing at Sanzu’s misfortune.

“So, who’s the scary boyfriend?” the younger Haitani managed to say in between chuckles, “is it me?”

“No,” you huffed, “that’s Takeomi,” you were trying to get Sanzu to show you his forehead; he had a death grip on it. “Sanzu, please, let me see it,” you moved closer, and that's when you smelled the alcohol on him. Those two were drunk. That explains how you were able to knock down Bonten’s number two with a newspaper. “You two went drinking? What are you doing here?” You tiredly repeated the same early question but this time with a different intention. And now that you think about it, the bang was probably these two trying to use the spare key each Bonten member has to your place.

“Oh, about that, we were thinking about you,” lazy blue eyes stared at you as a hand began to climb up your arm. You shuddered at the ghostly touches from Sanzu.

“Yeah,” agreed Rindou, “we were discussing some things, and we have a very important question for you, little lamb,” his purple eyes shone with mischief.

“No,” You deadpanned, “you two are delirious; let's go to bed.” After helping Sanzu up and making some coffee for them, you sat them on your couch. Then Rindou asked that stupid question, and you couldn't believe your ears.

“It’s not that hard to answer; just tell us who has-” you made a throaty sound indicating your unwillingness to continue that conversation. Sanzu smiled at the sight of your heating cheeks.

“Sanzu’s right, come on, little lamb,” Rindou pulled you towards him; you tried to stand your ground, but it was useless. Once you moved a bit closer, his hands held your waist and made you straddle him. His lips wasted no time to find your neck, hands now under your clothes; Rindou was trying a different method to pull out the answer from you.

“Just say the name. How about that?” Sanzu offered as he enjoyed the little show you two were making.

“Ran,” you let out.

Both men froze. “My brother?” Rindou asked, with his head resting on your shoulder.

“No, I’m gonna call Ran and have him deal with you two.” you tried to wiggle yourself out of his grasp, “I refuse to answer that question.” you really didn't want to; besides, it's not like you have an actual answer to... that...

“You’re not calling anyone,” Sanzu dragged you from Rindou’s lap towards the center of the couch. You still faced the younger Haitani, who didn't waste any time in assaulting your lips. Sanzu took the opportunity to work his way under your pajama top; his hands cupped your chest from behind—fondling, rubbing your perked nipples in between his fingers. Small sounds scaped your lips only to be consumed by Rindou’s mouth.

The three of you were an entanglement of limbs and hands pulling at each other clothes. Without uttering a single word, Rindou hoisted you up and made his way to your bedroom, Sanzu not far behind, you three left a trail of shirts, pants, and undergarments on the floor. As soon as your back hit the cotton sheets, your body was at their mercy.

Sanzu now covered your mouth with his, tugging your tongue out so he could play with it as much as he wanted. Rindou, who had patiently waited for Sanzu to initiate the foreplay this time, began spreading wet kisses on your inner thighs; you fisted purple strands in your hand, yearning for the younger haitani’s touch on your wet center. But a thought crossed your mind, “h-hold on! Rin! Rindou!” you parted from Sanzu as you closed your legs. “Let me freshen up a little,” before any of them could comprehend what happened, you flew to the bathroom.

“Y/N!!” groaned Rindou.

You didn't think you stayed in the bathroom that long... Because according to you, you were in and out. But apparently, you really did take your time. Sanzu and Rindou were snoring on the bed. You didn't mind that they fell asleep; the only problem was that you still felt all hot and bothered.

You thought about finishing by yourself, but you knew the rules. Not touching yourself. That phrase resonated in your head. Mikey had made it very clear.

“There’s only one rule, okay, doe?” how could you forget with the way he expressed it. “No touching yourself here,” he pressed a fingertip on your clothed core, “you have all of us ready to please you at any moment.”

So with a trembling hand, you pressed the green circle on your phone. After two beeps, a rough voice picked up. “Y/N? Are you okay?”

“I’m sorry, I didn't want to disturb you but, hmm, Could you-” you didn't know how to say it, and it was killing you.

“What is it, baby?” You whimpered; your brain automatically shifted as soon as you heard his voice on the phone calling you baby. “Oh? Does my girl needs me?” you nodded, forgetting for a second that he couldn't see you. “Come on, use your words,”

“I need you! So bad!” you whined, “it hurts,” you moaned. You could hear movement from the other end of the call, dangling keys and doors slamming, one after the other.

“Where does is it hurt, baby?” you heard the roar of a vehicle. “Is it my pretty pussy?” you moaned and felt slick pooling in your panties, “hold on, I’ll be right there.”

At breakfast, you narrated your nightly adventures to the rest of Bonten in between spoons of milk and cereal. Of course, omitting the last few hours.

“And what was the question?” Asked Kokonoi, not really interested in whatever those two rascals had managed to think with their brainpower combined. But he liked to hear your voice.

“Who was the best dick,” you rolled your eyes at the memory of their so-called serious question. But a series of events followed that statement of yours. Kokonoi and Takeomi choked on their morning drinks, Kakucho dropped his cup, Mikey stopped munching on his red bean soup, and Ran stopped reading the newspaper and thought about his decision of letting his brother hang out with Sanzu. Anyhow, the seed of doubt and curiosity has been rooted.

“And what did you say?” Kokonoi, now pretending indifference, asked. Unknown to you, all eyes and ears were on you.

“Nothing, what was I suppose to say?” You simply answered, not giving too much thought as you searched for marshmallows in your cereal; you made a mental note to thank Mochi for the imported American cereals. “Why is it a leprechaun? Isn't it Irish? Why American?” But your innocent question wasn't heard.

Two figures drowsily strode in, “Say who has the best cock, little lamb,” you jumped at Rindou’s morning voice.

“No! Why me?” You knew that could lead to a touchy subject since there have been various disagreements about their past women, and you didn't want to aboard that topic just yet.

“Because you’re the only one who has tried all calibers in this room,” a chuckling sanzu spoke this time.

Taking your bowl in hand, you stood up. “Yah, that's it! I'm leaving! I have class! I’m not answering that nonsense!” with heated cheeks, you hurried your way to the door, and lucky for you, Mochi was just arriving. You pulled his arm as you told him he was taking you to your class today.

Meanwhile, in the apartment.

“I bet it's me,” sanzu wasn't having any other answer.

“Shut up, Sanzu; it’s me,” Rindou pushed the pinknette.

“Y/N wouldn't shut up about-” began Kokonoi

“No, not in breakfast. Besides, it’s me,” Mikey's eyes were on his now cold bowl of red bean soup.

“That’s not what Y/N said two nights ago,” confidently said Takeomi

“Takeomi, no.” huffed Ran, “I am the-”

“We all know who’s Y/N’s favorite, and that is for a reason,” Kakucho interrupted the older Haitani as he smugly strolled towards the trash with his cup in pieces. “Sanzu, Rindou. Who do you think she called after you two fell asleep,” A bunch of boos and a variety of colorful vocabulary rained on Kakucho.

If Kakucho only knew that he didn't hold that title anymore, since mochi had propelled himself to first place in your heart with only American cereals.

Fun facts:

Since Bonten “imports” different kinds of goods as a screen for their real business, they asked what Y/N wanted, and because of y/n, they have been importing a variety of American snacks lately.

Mochi and Y/N's relationship is platonic. More like best friend/father-daughter relationship. He cares and worries about her and about Bonten breaking the poor girl. Sometimes I like to think he draws the line for some of them.

Kokonoi tends to have more silly fights with Y/N than the rest. He wants to ask Y/N why she didn't call him.

Mikey has a habit of eating Japanese snacks every time he has to eat normal food. What he ate in this chapter is called Zenzai and is served hot. (Hot Red bean).

Kakucho lives pretty close to Y/N. He could even walk there tbh. (check Short Stories: An uncertain future).

Y/N won't tell anyone how sanzu and rindou left her high and dry. If the other executives found out about that... Let's just say that’s not good for them. Kaku knows, but he’s being nice since, thanks to that, he got to spend time with Y/N.

#bonten x reader #tokyorev #sanzu haruchiyo #kokonoi hajime #akashi takeomi #kakucho hitto #ran haitani #rindou #sano mikey manjiro x reader #kanji mochizuki #tokyo revengers smut #omi.thirst #omificstags #omi.dih #tw.drunk men #humor #tokyo revengers headcanons #Bonten hcs

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ladywaifuuwrites · 3 years

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Pillars reacting to their crush who’s small but strong

Request: male pillars reacting to a really strong female pillar whos like super short like 4′10-5′ and they crush on them.

Pairings: Male pillars x fem! reader

Synopsis: Their crush is a strong smol pillar ^_^

Warnings: manga spoiler

a/n: I smiled at your request since I’m small too. Like I’m 5′0. And I’m kinda scared to do face to face classes since the boys at my school will tease me for not getting taller. Hmph. SO HERE YA GO. You’re the first request! Have a nice day whoever u are!

And I am so sorry this is so long! ASJDAOFHHASK. I got carried away in some of those storylines. I hope this makes sense (wrote this when I was hungry).

This would be a headcanon I assume.

I’m sorry if It’s taking me long to answer requests but don’t worry I’ll write those! I’ll probably upload rules for future requests :)

Giyuu Tomioka

yo this guy is tall not kidding

Giyuu is head over heels for you. He’ll want to protect you since you’re the most precious things he’s ever laid eyes on

Sparkles in his eyes whenever he sees you✨

He doesn’t want to lose you so he’s butting in on all of your missions. You get annoyed and you think he’s looking down on you.

You two get into a fight and doesn’t fix it since Giyuu’s communication is bad. It ends up in you walking away.

Nighttime and demons are lurking around in the forest as you take a stroll to clear your mind. Then a demon launches on you but thanks to your quick reflexes you dodge.

It’s a strong demon, close enough to become one of the lower moons. But nothing you can’t handle.

Giyuu senses a demon nearby and he frantically searches for you. *sim dads reaction when the mother goes into labor lmaooooo*

Lights fill up an area of the forest from the techniques you use. In like 2 strikes the demon dies.

He finally finds you as the demon’s ashes blow away. Your hair is dramatically blowing too.

He’s just staring at you then hugs you “I’m sorry. I’m not underestimating you…I just want to protect you.”

Then all good. He’s amazed by how strong you are despite you’re short stature. You’re going to missions together and sometimes he just watches you finish off the demon. Just happy to see that satisfied smile you have when you kill a demon.

Muichiro Tokito

When he first met you at the pillar meeting, he muttered his thoughts, wondering how could someone be that small? You’re in the same age but you’re small.

Shinobu heard him since she was beside him and said “that’s rude to ask someone”. She’s lowkey offended.

Tengen retorts to Muichiro. “You’re small too…??”

Since it’s rude, he kept his mouth shut. You’re the same age as him when you entered the corps. He thinks you’ll grow up anyway.

Surprise surprise you grew up, 2 inches. But still small.

He gets nervous a bit around you since puberty did you good. Won’t admit it though.

Cue swordsmith village arc

He’s having trouble dealing with Gyokko. (I hate his face. It’s weird and ugly.)

Then minutes later, you show up out of nowhere, giving great damage to the demon.

“Are you okay?” you ask him with concern and you two fight off the fish demon.

He’s in awe because you actually took over the fight. Sure you have injuries but those are minor compared to his and you were very careful.

He’s injured so he couldn’t do much but you saved him and the civilians by defeating the demon. That’s when he realized how amazing you are and you earn his respect.

Days pass by and you two along with the other demon slayers are commended by Oyakata-sama.

He thanks you when the both of you are walking together. He’s very grateful for what you did and you two become closer afterwards.

“Ah young love.” Mitsuri sighs blissfully as she watches you two leave the headquarters.

Kyojuro Rengoku

Kyojuro knows you’re small and he knows you’re strong. You’re one of his trainees along with Mitsuri, so you’ve known each other for a long time now.

You rose to the ranks of the pillars with Kyojuro’s guidance. And now you’re looked up to by the whole organization because of your excellent swordsmanship despite your small figure.

So you’re tasked to train 20 slayers ranked below Tsuchinoto. You take them to a clearing in the forest where training equipment are already placed. You train them by remembering what Kyojuro has taught you over the years. And you smile, seeing your past self in the struggling slayers.

You gave them a 10 minute break and after 10 minutes, you do a headcount to see if everyone is in your proximity.

“18,19…?????”

Oh no. A slayer is missing.

So you set off to find the missing one and there you found him.

Hanging upside down from the arms of a large demon. The boy is muttering apologies for straying faraway and is begging for you to save him upon seeing you.

You are annoyed at the fact that he has disobeyed your orders and is now at the hands of danger. But this was no time to be blaming someone for a boy’s life is at stake here.

You jump into the air and you take down the demon pretty easily with one strike of your sword. And you catch the falling boy bridal style with your annoyed face.

You put the boy down but suddenly a demon comes attacking you both. You kill it but more of it comes at you. They are easy to take down but it keeps coming, making you tired if you have to do this all night. It just won’t stop multiplying.

You think you’ve killed almost all of it but then the slayer screams “(L/N)-SAN!!!!!”. A monstrous looking demon bares its claws at you, but before you could react a flash of flames appears right in front of your eyes.

“Kyojuro…” You whisper in relief as he slays the final demon. The bright flames sparkle in your eyes as you’re once again amazed at the man.

Kyojuro looks at you and comes over. “You’re so amazing.” You manage to say.

He smiles and says. “No. You’re the amazing one.”. You always manage to face whatever challenge and it always ends up in you winning. Kyojuro knows how hard you proved others wrong by becoming a strong pillar.

Super proud of you cause you’re strong. He actually watched you battle those before jumping in to save you.

Sanemi Shinazugawa

He doesn’t really care if you’re short or tall

The important things is that you’re useful to the organization

When someone teases you about your height, you end up feeling down and he’s there to beat that someone’s ass.

He doesn’t like to admit it but he’s a softie when it comes to you. You eventually break down his walls and now you can say you’re friends with the scary wind pillar.

You always tease him though and he’s always annoyed. But everyone thinks you’re both dumb since it’s very clear that you two like each other but you still deny it.

There’s this time where Sanemi is visibly struggling fighting demons as you watch him peacefully on a rooftop. He’s glaring at you and asks you “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”.

You just smile at him sweetly😊

Sanemi pretends his heart didn’t do a flip. But his heart stopped when he saw a demon behind you on the rooftop.

He was about to call your name when another blink and the demon’s head was cut off.

He was surprised since it all happened so fast. You go down to the ground, landing safely as you battle demons that the frozen Sanemi left.

It just took you 10 seconds to eliminate those demons and Sanemi’s mouth is left agape as he watched you.

You weren’t normally like this. So why the sudden surge of power?

“Sanemi hun. Close your mouth.” You say to him with a blank face, but before you could go past him, he gripped your wrist tightly and placed your small body in front of him.

He dragged you so easily lol.

He hugged you with your faced buried on his chest.

It was the comforting kind of silence. Sanemi was scared losing you to that demon but deep inside he knows that you’re strong.

Won’t admit that your moves are amazing.

Gyomei Himejima

This man is the strongest in the demon slayer corps and the tallest

Lmaoooo you would be like a mushroom beside him💀🍄

Gyomei actually gets out of tricky situations easily because he’s that strong

You’re a fairly new pillar who earned her spot 3 months ago. You two were assigned on a mission together. A gigantic demon appeared throughout the village that was between the regions you and the stone pillar were assigned in.

Gyomei knows your capabilities so he trusts you in doing a good job, but he can’t help but worry about you.

He doesn’t care if you’re small, he thinks that height isn’t the basis for an excellent demon slayer. But he’s still worried, so he looks for you. I don’t know how he looks but he looks.

Then he sees you fighting off demons very easily. A determined look is seen across your face. Gyomei feels he’s tearing up because he’s so proud of you. Proud boyfriend here somethin.

You were just a weak mizunoto years ago and now you’re a strong pillar who can fight with him side by side.

When you finish off the demons, you look to see Gyomei smiling at you. This were the fruits of the harsh trainings you went through, it made an excellent swordswoman.

Among the pillars, you stand beside Gyomei in rankings. So you’re powerful like wow. O_O

Obanai Iguro

He’s small but have you seen him fight? He’s a demon slayer with remarkable speed and you won’t know he’s attacking you because his moves slithers secretly like a snake.

You’ve always admired Obanai even you’re now both pillars. And that admiration bloomed into something more.

He’s a strong pillar despite his small stature and that’s what you aim for to be like.

You’re trying to show off your moves to him every time you’re in battle together, to show him what you can do. To which he’s just “meh”.

So you give up on trying to show off and just do it for the sake of the people you’re saving.

You really gave up on showing off, but you can’t help it cause your breathing forms are flashy. Obanai doesn’t show it but he loves that display of power you have when you’re fighting.

Poor man doesn’t realize he’s in love with you even though others point it out.

He’s having trouble dividing his attention on protecting the civilians or fighting the demons. Luckily you were near the area so you came to his aid.

You slay the demons with your sharp and precise movements in just a short amount of time.

He’s like 😲 but when you turn he’s back to 😐😷

He’s one of the guys who won’t admit that you’re amazing and won’t admit that he likes you. You force him to confess though.

Tengen Uzui

If Obanai doesn’t admit he likes you, this guy would shout that he likes you

Would openly flirt with you because why not? There’s nothing to be shy about.

Always takes the chance to compliment and flirt with you.

“You’re cute (y/n)” “Thanks” Tengen finds your height cute because the height difference is HUGE.

Another mushroom like moment💀🍄

He knows you’re strong so he likes to train with you. Always ends up letting you win because he just likes it when he’s pinned down by your smaller figure.

When a demon invasion came in your area,, you fight them off while Tengen is called for backup.

He slays the lesser demons easily and found you fighting a stronger demon while protecting some children behind your back.

He smirks and leans against a tree, arms folded while watching you fight off the demon.

You did it so easily making Tengen’s eyebrows rise.

Then you see him and ask him “what are you doing?”.

“watching you.” He finds you hot and sexy when you have that focused look in the middle of a battle. He won’t say it out loud because you might smack him in the face.

Super amazed at the fact that you’re stronger than the other pillars despite your small figure.(he thinks you’re stronger than him but dismisses that because pshhhhhh).

Will throw you over his shoulder at random times. Thinking that his antics will make you fall in love with him.

And it did…

#kny headcanons #kny #demon slayer #giyuu x reader #muichiro x reader #sanemi x reader #kyojuro x reader #obanai x reader #gyomei x reader #tengen x reader #uzui x reader #giyuu tomioka x reader #sanemi shinazugawa x reader #rengoku kyojuro x reader #iguro obanai x reader #gyomei himejima x reader #uzui tengen x reader #muichiro tokito x reader

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obanzi · 3 years

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hello! so I saw requests were open! can I get the reaction of the hashira boys when their shy s/o suddenly confesses to them? Thank u in advance

yeah mhm !! idk i just got in the mood to write this .

༄ Sudden Confession !

Summary ⤳ Hashira reacting to y/n’s sudden confession !!

TWS / Mentions ⤳ n/a

Featuring ⤳ hashira boys

Author’s Note ⤳ i had some trouble writing Uzui so forgive me :(

❥ Rengoku Kyojuro

You were Rengoku’s Tsugoku , now , it was a regular day of training . Alright so just to get some things clear .. you had a massive crush on rengoku ever since you first saw him !!

Anyways , you couldn’t hold back anymore . All you wanted was the Flame Hashira’s love . While during your break time , you just let loose without thinking twice ..

“Rengoku-san .. I know this is sudden but I like you !!”

Rengoku was caught off guard . BIG TIME — like , wtf ?? How did he not notice this .. he was redder than the devil !! Even so , rengoku answered even with his sweating face .

“I like you too Y/N - san !!”

❥ Iguro Obanai

You and Obanai were out on lunch with just finishing a mission , you both went to your favorite ramen shop !! Obanai loves the tea there while you love the ramen .

You and Obanai’s friendship was something that you both enjoyed every much and would hate for it to go somewhere else .. even if you both wanted to stay friends . The universe had different plans for you two ..

You were currently thinking about your feelings for Obanai while waiting for your ramen to arrive . Meanwhile , Obanai was deciding whether he should get black or green tea ..

Without thinking twice or even waiting for your ramen to arrive . You just spit it out .. “Iguro-San , I think .. I like you .” While covering your face with your hands .

That’s when Obanai went red , just like straight up red . It was so sudden that his mind went blank !! That lunch was a little awkward after .. but don’t worry . I’m sure things will turn out find :D

❥ Sanemi Shinazugawa

Sanemi was your best friend , you two are a chaotic duo . While sanemi thought he never caught feelings , you on the other hand have . I mean , how could you not ? He might look scary to some but you think he looks handsome !! All you wanna do his kiss his scars and tell him how much you love him .

Alright so put that aside for now , you two were doing the Hashira training . You were asked to help with pounding training !! While sanemi was scolding some of the lower rank demon slayers , you were just looking at him . Not in a weird way .. like more in a “ur cute” look .

Once he was finished , he caught you looking . “What the fuck are you looking at ?” , he was honestly a bit confused . And without any thinking .. “You , you look cute .”

Both you froze . You had just figured out what you said and got extremely embarrassed and started covering your face . Meanwhile , Sanemi was .. he didn’t know what to think . Woah you like him ? You think he looks cute ? Is he cute ? What does this mean ? I thought we were just friends ? Yeah , a lot of questions in his head right now ..

Although once you both sort it out , maybe something will happen . Who knows ? Just gotta throw your hints luv >:)

❥ Muichiro Tokito ( Aged Up )

You were Muichiro’s Tsugoku , as much as he is forgetful he is cute !! Is what you tell yourself most of the time . Even if he could never catch onto your hints , you still love him either way .

One day , you two were taking a break . With him laying down and you still sitting up , both of you were looking up at the clouds ! While you two were looking at the lovely clouds , you couldn’t help but notice mui’s adorable face !! Trying figure out what some clouds look like .

You couldn’t help but squeal out “you’re so cute mui-Kun !!” While holding both of your red cheeks . You honestly didn’t care if he heard or not .. you knew he was going to forget anyways .

... He didn’t . There was a small tint on pink on his cheeks but barely visible ! He actually liked you too although he wasn’t so sure of his whole romance thing so he waited and kept his feelings to himself .

Although with your small confession , he had some hope . At the end of the day .. he will confront you about this <3

❥ Himejima Gyomei

Alright so your friends with Genya !! Genya sees you as a mother to him . So basically you hang around gyomei and genya a lot — after staying around the two for most of your life , you had caught feelings for the big giant !!

After a few lunches with him , this became a normal for the both of you . So it was one of those lunches today — you were talking to gyomei about the lovely flowers you walked by before you got here .

“They were such a lovely pink ! Ah , I wish I could’ve taken them with me .” Is what you said while taking a bite into your rice bowl . After a few minutes of talking , you decided maybe it was time . Yeah , sure it was sudden but .. you loved him a lot and this is what you wanted to do .

“I’m not the best at confessing but .. gyomei-San , I love you a lot !” You said laughing while giving a cheeky smile . And you swear to GOD you saw a small tear out of gyomei’s eyes . You started to panic and ask if he’s okay !!

Gyomei was okay , just surprised . Someone like you .. can love someone like him ..? Although don’t worry .. I’m sure something will work out :)

❥ Uzui Tengen

Uzui already had 3 wives but who said he can’t have 4 ? Sure you and Uzui were still talking but maybe something could go on . Anyways , you had kinda a crush on Uzui . Although you were restraining yourself since he already had 3 wives .

Even so , you get along with his 3 wives a lot !! They all like you , they also knew you had a thing for Uzui . So it was a huge win - win . Maybe something could work out ..

One day , you and the girls were talking about these cute clothes at the market . Once that conversation died down a bit .. the girls asked you something that would completely get you off guard ..

“so y/n-chan .. do you have a crush !!?” Suma would ask you while the two other girls waited for an answer . You couldn’t decide if you should tell them or not .. you had no idea how they were gonna react . What should you do ??

Just as you were about to say something else , Uzui did a sneak attack on all of you — “boo !!” All of you ( expect Makio ) all jumped . “Hey girls !! Watcha talking about ~?”

“Oh nothing !! Just talking about how much i like youuu .....” that’s when you covered your face and got really embarrassed ... have fun luv .

❥ Giyuu Tomioka

Both you and Giyuu were pretty quiet . Although that didn’t stop you for catching feelings for the Water Pillar , he was quite handsome even if most people don’t like him . He’s also a great listener :D

There were many things that you loved about him . Although you kept that to yourself .. at least you tried too . One night , both you and Giyuu were out doing a night guard .

“The moon is nice today , too bad we have to keep watch .” You said looking up at the sky , enjoying the moonlight hitting your face .

You looked back at the small town before you looked at Giyuu and smiled . Oh , how he looked so cute focusing . You couldn’t help but blush and admire him !! Although , accidentally .. you said something that could maybe change a few things .

“Ah you’re so cute Giyuu-San ! I wish I could give you kiss —” .... yeah that might have been obvious . Literally Giyuu coughed and covered his face . I think he likes you too !!

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phasmwrites · 3 years

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drinking games || itadori yuuji

this is a part of the sewer’s valentine’s day collab! please be sure to check out all the amazing writers & artists on the list here! thank you for letting me be a part of it! 💗

Pairing: Itadori Yuuji x Female!Reader

Warnings: Smut (18+), Alcohol Intoxication

Word Count: 4.8k+

A/N: Here’s my first fic for the JJK fandom! I hope its turned out alright 😩💗 my pink item for the collab was pink vodka! I wound up having quite a bit of fun writing this, Yuuji’s just prime playful sex material and I love it 😍 If you’re uncomfortable with themes of sexual acts being initiated under the influence of alcohol then please don’t read. All characters are aged 18+.

[You: 22:42] Put some pants on I’m coming over [Yuuji: 22:43] U better bring food [You: 22:43] I got something better! [You: 22:50] OPEN THE DOOR YUUJI

Stumbling into the apartment, you clutch at the bag slung over your shoulder that contains the surprise you’ve brought along with you, “Are you deaf?”

“Ah, sorry, I had my headphones in,” He scratches at the back of his neck before closing the door, “What’d you bring? Is it for me?”

“I barely even walked through the door!” You roll your eyes, feeling his curious gaze at your shoulder as you place the contents of the bag onto the coffee table: a bottle and two shot glasses.

Pink liquid sloshes inside the glass container, grabbing the man behind you’s attention. Yuuji reaches over and picks up the bottle, reading the label until it clicks what exactly you’ve brought with you.

“You pick tonight, before I have to go on a mission in the morning to bring alcohol over?” He whines, tilting the liquor back and forth with mindless fascination, “This looks like a girly drink anyways.”

“It’s vodka, come on you can drink a little with me yeah? Unless you’re gonna pass out early on me like last time, you lightweight.”

Shifting anything into a challenge is a surefire way to get Yuuji to become an active participant, always striving to improve, including how much alcohol he can consume supposedly. You smirk in victory while he goes to find a bottle opener, mumbling about how he’s going to prove you wrong this time.

“Is Megumi here?” Making yourself comfortable on the thrifted couch, you inquire on his roommate’s whereabouts. After leaving Jujutsu Tech, you and Nobara sought out a small apartment in the city while Yuuji and Megumi found one a bit closer to your alma mater.

Nobara normally accompanied you on the trip up the mountains to their place, but she had left the apartment that evening for an overnight mission. It seemed Megumi was just as busy too, “Nah, Gojou-sensei asked him to join on a last minute thing.”

“I’ll just have to record you passed out in the bathroom then.” You tease, remembering the last time all four of you had gotten together and drank. Faint memories of Yuuji barely holding down his liquor as he stormed to the bathroom plagued your mind, followed by all of you finding him knocked out cold on the tiled flooring twenty minutes later.

He inserts the bottle opener, using his superhuman strength to yank the cork out in one fell swoop, “Let’s make a bet; you win, which you won’t, you can record me admitting defeat and post it online, I win, I get you to do something for me.”

“First of all, how do we determine who wins?” You raise an eyebrow, holding your glass out for Yuuji to pour the pink liquid in, “Second, what exactly would I do for you?”

“Whoever says no to another shot first, loses, and I haven’t figured it out yet, you scared? Hm?” Placing the bottle down, he glances over at you and wags his eyebrows tauntingly, waiting for you to snatch the bait you tossed his way earlier when you challenged him to drinking in the first place.

The shot glass brushes against your lips before you allow the alcohol to effortlessly glide down your throat, swallowing it all in one go, “You’re on.”

Yuuji’s wolfish grin has your stomach at an immediate disadvantage, with the way it feels like numerous knots have formed within the space currently reserved for liquor. You divert your attention to the television, grabbing the remote and flicking through movies to find the perfect candidate.

After downing his first shot of the evening, he points forwards, “Oh! Oh! Let’s watch a horror movie!”

It would make for a good drinking game, you think to yourself as you click on the horror genre, a myriad of bloody thumbnails coating the screen. The amount of cliches alone would have both of you finishing the first bottle after one movie. Yes, you brought a second, unable to resist the buy one get one half off deal the liquor store was having.

You both agree on watching the classic Scream movies, taking shots for specific horror movie tropes that appear along with every time either one of you falls for a jumpscare.

“Y/N…” Yuuji suddenly whispers at your side only minutes into the film, “You want popcorn? I want popcorn.”

“Hurry up then! Can’t have you cheating by getting a snack.” You tease, laughing to yourself at the way he dashes to the kitchen to throw a bag of kernels into the microwave.

He leans on the archway between the two rooms while waiting for the appliance to ding, but you didn’t notice until you visibly flinch at the sight of a chair being thrown through a window on screen, “I saw that! Take a shot!”

“Wha– that’s not fair! I can’t tell if you flinch from here!” You whip your head around only to be met with his toothy grin, “Yuuji!”

“Are you scared of losing that bad?” That puts an instant scowl on your lips; he knows you’re just, if not more competitive than he is when it comes to silly games like these. By the time Yuuji returns to your side with a bowl of fresh popcorn in tow, you’ve long since took your second shot of the night.

Minutes tick by, drinks are taken, and you’re beginning to feel the alcohol buzzing through your system. The buttery snack is nearly gone, the pink-haired man at your side having practically devoured most of it. Your fingers walk along the plastic bowl in search of more, refusing to tear your gaze from the movie, until they suddenly meet another hand.

This paired with the suspense building in the film has you jumping slightly in your seat. Yuuji lets out a loud laugh as you glance in his direction with an incredulous look on your complexion, “Sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you!”

“Here,” He brings the last piece of popcorn towards your face, waiting patiently for you to part your lips. As you do, his fingertips just barely brush against them, causing your body temperature to rise very quickly at the contact. Yuuji’s soft, gentle eyes don’t waver from your own pair for what feels like an eternity and your tipsy brain is going on and on about how attractive your best friend really is–

That is, until a loud noise coming from the television yet again has your entire body jolting in surprise, “Fuck!”

“Thas’ another shot.” Yuuji slurs only slightly, turning back towards the film as he leans over and pours you the drink this time.

“It’s not fair,” A whine escapes your throat before liquor is yet again poured down it, shaking your head at the bitter taste, “You’re trained to be good at this.”

Suddenly an arm is draped over your shoulder, tugging you closer to the male’s sturdy frame, “Come ‘ere, I’ll protect you from the big bad scary movie.”

You’re about to protest how that actually wouldn't help, but the next jumpscare rolls around and you’re unwavering at the gruesome sight. That, paired with how safe you actually feel when pressed against Yuuji’s side, has you shifting closer until your head is laid on his shoulder and your legs are curled underneath you.

His fingertips wander along your arm, mindlessly tracing shapes against your skin and chuckling to himself whenever goosebumps form in his wake. Shots are now chugged straight from the bottle, neither of you wanting to detach from the other but both unable to express that aloud.

It would be so easy to blame your feelings on the copious amount of alcohol, but the liquid courage has only brought your infatuation to the forefront of your thoughts. Being wrapped in Yuuji’s embrace was something you hadn’t realized you wanted, even needed, until this very moment.

Your mind is swirling by the time the first bottle is actually finished and you’re halfway through the second movie. Unable to stop anything that spills from your unfiltered mouth, you blurt out, “Yuuji, you’re like, a human radiator, what the fuck.”

“Oh!” He hiccups, “Are you too warm? I can...I can move or turn on the fan–”

The attempt he makes at lifting himself from the couch is futile, his wobbling legs giving out on him along with you refusing to let go, “No! I like it.”

“Gotta get alcohol too, we finished the bottle and there’s still the second movie and oh I think there’s a third one too if I’m not mistaken–”

“No- no more shots,” Just the thought of more liquor makes your stomach churn; you had definitely reached your limit a few shots prior but if you push it any farther, you might be the one with their head in the toilet this evening.

Your admission of defeat has Yuuji turning to fully face you, his button nose nearly brushing against your own, “I win?”

“Yeah,” The words sting your stubborn tongue, “You win, I’ll do whatever you want, but be nice!”

“I almost forgot about that! Hmm...”

His eyes search yours while he silently thinks of what he wants as “compensation” for winning the silly drinking game, the movie you both once paid close attention to now only background noise. You could just faintly feel his breath on your lips, the gap between both of you subconsciously growing smaller.

A dust of pink coats Yuuji’s cheeks when he finally speaks again, “Can I kiss you?”

“Yes-” You manage to exhale before his lips crash onto yours, the taste of popcorn still lingering on his mouth. The kiss is sweet, albeit clumsy from your intoxicated state of mind, but it has Yuuji giggling nonetheless. He tries to contain himself, opting to release soft hums like he’s just taken a bite of decadent chocolate.

“Wow,” The pink-haired male gasps out as you pull back just enough for some much needed air, “I’ve been wanting to do that for years.”

“Years?” You manage to squeak out, leaning back just enough to look into those warm, brown eyes.

Yuuji appears like a deer caught in headlights, realizing the words that just stumbled off his tongue, “I- uh...yeah, I hope that isn’t weird–”

It's your turn to cut him off with a kiss, right after adjusting yourself on the couch just enough that you could toss your arms over his shoulders, dragging his body closer to yours. Deft fingers play with the small strands of hair at the back of his head, eventually raking his locks between them. His own hands find solace at your hips, guiding you onto his lap without pause.

A part of you was still in disbelief, unable to understand how you had gone from watching scary movies to making out on the couch. You don’t even get an opportunity to dwell on it, Yuuji’s lips forcing yours open just enough for him to guide his tongue inside. The feeling of him eagerly exploring every cavern of your mouth with the pink muscle has your legs clenching at his sides, heat beginning to pool between them.

Then, unexpectedly– “Ow!” Your teeth clack, forcing you apart from one another in surprise and slight pain.

“I’m so sorry,” He brings his palm to the side of your complexion, an adorable pout spread along his bottom lip, “I think I drank a bit too much.”

“It’s okay, me too.” You laugh, leaning into his touch. The way Yuuji gazes at you in this moment makes you feel like a goddess, nothing but absolute adoration swimming in his irises. Had he truly felt this way for you all this time without you catching on?

Slowly, you meet him in the middle again, this kiss much less rushed than before. What once felt like roaring waves crashing onto the earth’s surface, overwhelming all of your senses, had calmed to soft laps at the sand, gently guiding you into the ocean. Occasionally, a small hiccup or a breathy laugh would leave one of your mouths, still in disbelief that this was actually happening.

Yuuji’s lips then leave yours in favor of pressing them along your jawline, peppering your skin with feather-like delicacy. His travels lead him to the curve of your neck, your head lolling to the side to give him easy access. When his teeth first bare themselves and tug at your sensitive skin you subconsciously grind your hips down and let out a shaky exhale.

“Do that again.” He mumbles, fingers curling harder into your sides, “Please.”

Another roll of your hips has him whining against you, gathering your once unlittered skin between his teeth as he coaxes a mark to form under his ministrations. With your lips just barely parted, you release a needy moan, the noise traveling to both Yuuji’s ears and the space between his legs.

Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was your infatuation settling on the surface, but every touch was so warm and only made you crave more. You set a lazy pace of rocking your hips against the man beneath you, digging your fingernails into the back of his scalp as he continued to mark up your skin, practically claiming you as his. You want that, you think to yourself, you want to be his.

As his mouth travels back up in search of your lips, you speak against them, “Take off your shirt.”

You emphasize your request by blazing a hand down to the hem of his loose tee, tugging at the soft material. Yuuji’s half-lidded eyes open a bit wider at the suggestion, “Are you sure? Listen, I know we’re kinda drunk, but I really do like you, like a lot. I wish I would’ve had the courage to do this sooner–”

“I like you too,” Cutting Yuuji off on his tangents seems to be an ongoing trend that evening, “I want this, I want you, so make me yours.”

While he takes a moment to process the words just spoken to him, you decide to make yourself loud and clear by yanking your shirt up and over your head, tossing it onto the hardwood floor without a second glance. His eyes immediately divert to your now partially exposed breasts, intricate lace holding them close together.

“You’re so pretty,” Yuuji blurts out, tentatively bringing one hand back to your cheek, “If you ever want to stop just tell me, promise?”

Glancing down, you notice he’s held out his other hand with only his pinky sticking up. With a light giggle you nod, curling your own finger around his to seal the deal. The next thing to escape your mouth is a squeal, Yuuji’s lips returning to your own with a renounced fervor.

Except you tug harshly at his shirt, reminding him that you wanted it off and you wanted it off now. He follows through this time, detaching himself from your mouth only temporarily.

The pads of your fingers immediately explore his newly exposed frame, feeling his body shiver under your cool touch. His hands trail down your arms, palms gliding along your skin until they nearly meet one another at your perky breasts. When he stalls momentarily, you whine in protest against his lips and eagerly press your body closer to his warmth.

Yuuji uses your silent plea as encouragement to continue, pressing indents into your soft mounds and toying with the bra that separates him from your hardening nipples. Despite that, he runs his thumbs over them through the flimsy fabric, chuckling at the breathless noise you produce in response.

He goes silent the moment the palm of your hand presses against his clothed erection, fingers curling around his length through his sweatpants. Gasping into your mouth, you take this opportunity to invade his with your tongue while slowly sliding a hand down his shaft.

“Can I take your pants off?” You eventually ask, causing him to halt his ministrations.

He’s quick to comply though, nodding and begging against your lips, “Yes, please.”

It still didn’t stop him from pouting when you lifted yourself from his lap, but his expression quickly shifts when he watches you sink onto your knees directly in front of him. With your calves resting on the hardwood floor, you reach up and curl your impatient fingers around the waistband of his sweats, yanking them down in one fell swoop.

You were fully expecting to have to drag a pair of briefs down his toned thighs, but you’re pleasantly surprised when his cock springs free and slaps at his toned abdomen. Glancing up, you notice the way Yuuji’s caught his bottom lip between his teeth, eyebrows furrowed when he meets your gaze.

“Don’t hold back any pretty noises from me Yuuji.” His mouth parts ever so slightly, obeying your command while never tearing his eyes from you.

Your delicate fingers immediately wrap around the base, feeling his hot skin throb at the sudden touch. A small puddle of precum rests along his lower stomach, having come from his drooling head.

Yuuji sucks in a deep breath when your tongue lolls out of your mouth, but the tension seemingly dissipates when you begin lapping at his leaking slit, “Hah! That tickles!”

Repeating the action, you’re unable to stop yourself from eliciting another bout of laughter from the pink-haired male. You swallow his precum with an amused grin, watching him through your lashes to gauge his next reaction.

“Oh fuck…” All laughter dies in his throat when you take the entire head between your lips, sucking hard at the sensitive skin. Low groans escape past clenched teeth instead, one of his hands digging into the cushion with so much strength he might just tear it to shreds.

The further you travel down his length, the more vocal Yuuji is in return. His unoccupied hand travels between your locks, seeking any sort of purchase to keep himself from cumming in twenty seconds flat.

Despite that, he truly wasn’t prepared for just how amazing it felt when you began bobbing up and down along his veiny cock, your hand stroking what wouldn’t fit. He refuses to tear his gaze away, refuses to let his eyes close in bliss and miss even a second of the view in front of him.

This goes on for what feels like forever: your big, soft eyes peering up at him while his cock is wedged between your pouty lips, a culmination of saliva and precum beginning to spill down your chin. If he peeks even further down he can see your perky nipples straining against your bra; it was a sight he wants to burn into his memory for the rest of his life.

“You’re so perfect, so good, please don’t stop, please, please, please–” Yuuji begs, accidentally thrusting his hips upwards in desperation. The feeling of his head at the back of your tight throat has you instantly gagging, tears pooling at your lower lash line.

It takes him a few moments to notice those tears now rolling down your cheekbones, quickly loosening his grip and allowing you to remove yourself from his length, “Did I hurt you?”

“No, no,” You reassure him after a much needed breath, brushing your swollen lips along the prominent vein that runs down his cock, “I kinda liked it.”

He doesn’t even get a chance to respond to such a blunt statement before you’re hollowing out your cheeks and sucking him back into the wet cavern of your mouth. The muscles in his thighs begin to tense with his rapidly impending orgasm, fingernails digging harshly into your scalp while he chants praise after praise into the thick air.

“I’m so close, hah, if you don’t- if you don’t stop I’m gonna,” Yuuji tries to speak with some cohesiveness, but it dissolves into debauched blabber when your hand reaches up and begins massaging his aching balls, “I’m gonna cum!”

This spurs you on further, taking him as deep as you can until you nearly choke on his head once more. Your nose almost rests on his pubic bone when his grip on your hair tightens, forcing you to keep still as he spills thick, hot cum into your eager mouth. His eyes are screwed shut as he pumps ropes of white fluid down your throat, long, guttural moans passing his lips.

Persistence is key, you tell yourself as you refuse to release him until you’ve swallowed every single last drop. Until finally the overstimulation gets too much to bear and Yuuji yanks you off of his softening cock.

“Wow,” He exhales, allowing you to glide his sweats back up his frame and climb into his inviting lap.

You can’t help but giggle at his blissed out state, pecking his lips once, twice– before speaking, “Wow? That’s all you can say?”

“I think you sucked my brain out too,” Yuuji whines, hands resting comfortably on your pert ass, “Before I go completely braindead, let me return the favor.”

“You’re so dumb, Yuuji–!” A squeal is ripped from your throat when your back meets the couch cushions, bouncing ever so slightly before a lean figure hovers over you.

The smile spreading across his complexion is contagious, those pretty brown eyes sparkling as he peers down at you, “You’re so beautiful, you know that? I’ve wanted this for so, so long.”

Your legs squeeze around his waist, drawing him closer until you can reach forward and capture his mouth in yet another fleeting kiss. This entire evening feels like a fever dream, or rather a wet dream from the depths of your subconscious. One might mistake it for fantasy if his words of praise and gentle touches didn’t ground you back, back to the reality where Yuuji is now trailing his soft lips down the column of your neck.

He continues his journey downwards until reaching the swell of your breasts, nuzzling his nose into your cleavage and mumbling into your skin, “Tell me if I do anything you don’t like, okay?”

“Okay.” You nod, watching as he leaves a few more pecks along the tops of your chest before descending down yet again. Eventually, your legs drop back down onto the couch, Yuuji’s mouth and hands hovering over the waistband of your leggings.

Wasting no time, he eagerly curls his fingers around the material and rolls them down your thighs, your calves, and over your feet so he can cast them aside. You feel so exposed, your matching bra and panty set on full display to the man above you. If you look closely, you can see the way he drags his tongue over his bottom lip at the sight.

“You’re gonna be the death of me,” Yuuji groans before burying his face between the apex of your thighs without warning, like a tiger pouncing on its prey. All you see are pink tufts of hair as he drags his tongue along your clothed slit, impatient to get a taste of you.

He remains like this for what feels like too long, refusing to toss your panties aside as he sucks at the drenched lace while massaging the inside of your thighs with his palms, “Yuuji, please.”

“Hm?” Peeking his head up, he gets a glimpse of just how desperate you truly are; your eyes glassy, bottom lip puckered out, fingernails digging into the couch cushion, “What is it?”

“Take em off already!” You’re full on whining, jutting your hips up to emphasize your point.

He can’t stop himself from laughing before hooking his index fingers on the sides of your panties, growing more and more excited by the second. Neither of you expect the material to actually tear off of your frame from his mass enthusiasm, though, “Whoops.”

“You’re so lucky you’re cute.” You chide, but the sheepish grin Yuuji shoots your way has rendered you unable to be upset at the ruined underwear.

Finally tossing the flimsy lace aside, his next words run shivers down your spine, “I’ll make it up to you.”

His mouth descends onto your cunt in a flash, diving headfirst between your sopping wet folds with renowned fervor. The pink muscle of his tongue leaves no part of you untouched, eagerly lapping up whatever your body has to give him. You cry out in pleasure, thighs trapping Yuuji between them, even though there’s nowhere else he’d rather be in this moment than eating you out like a man starved.

When he isn’t dipping his tongue into your tight little hole, his lips are gathering your clit between them and sucking hard at the sensitive bud. Your eyes are rolling to the back of your skull, the heel of your foot digging into his toned back in search of some sort of purchase.

Just when you thought it couldn’t feel anymore amazing, he reaches down and presses not one, but two fingers at your entrance. He hums against your clit at just how hot and tight your walls feel around the appendages, wondering how good it would feel if it was his cock instead.

Tears begin rolling down your cheeks at the intense pleasure coiling in your lower abdomen; all these different sensations coming together in an attempt to drive you over the edge. From his mouth sucking fervently at your clit, to his fingers rapidly thrusting against that spongy spot inside of you, you were sure to tip over fast and hard.

“Yuuji, I’m- I’m so close already–!” Your voice cracks when he suddenly inserts a third, stretching you even further, “Please!”

Ever eager to satisfy, he picks up his pace even more, fucking you on his thick fingers and lavishing your fluttering cunt with his warm mouth. The pleasure is becoming too much to handle, your legs shaking rather violently, your climax so close.

You reach for his pink locks, tangling your fingers through them when your orgasm suddenly hits you like a freight train, a loud cry tearing through your throat. Yuuji coaxes you through it by refusing to halt his ministrations, enjoying the way you’re gushing around his digits and into his awaiting mouth.

When you start to come down from your high though, you realize he’s still very much between your legs, “Hah! No more! It’s too sensitive!”

“I think I’m gonna have to buy a new couch.” Is the first thing Yuuji says when he finally lifts himself up, your cum coating the entire lower half of his complexion, “You came a lot.”

“You’re embarrassing.” You instantly cover your face, growing warm with abashment at the realization.

The first thing you see when he eventually moves your hands is his concerned expression, having wiped away your slick with some napkins laid on the coffee table, “I thought it was really hot, but next time we should put a towel down or something.”

“Next time?” You squeak, completely forgetting how this entire ordeal came to fruition in the first place; him kissing you and admitting that he’s harbored feelings for you for years.

“I mean…yeah,” Yuuji’s cheeks go pink at the insinuation, “But I know we did things kind of backwards, so I’d really like to take you out on a date sometime, if you’d want.”

His words were sober, the alcohol having long since passed through both of your systems. Your own heart melts at the way he lays his own on the table, unwavering in his infatuation for you. Before vocalizing your answer, you lean up and capture his lips for the umpteenth time that evening in a toe-curling kiss.

“I’d love to go out with you, Yuuji.”

BONUS

The front door creaks when Megumi forces it open, cursing to himself about needing to fix it one of these days. It’s nearly seven in the morning when he returns to his small apartment and the only thing he wants to do is throw himself into bed and sleep for many, many hours.

Except, the sight in front of him has his left eye twitching: an empty alcohol bottle lays on the coffee table along with a bowl of unpopped kernels, numerous shot glasses, and a pair of lace panties. The television was still on, playing some vintage horror film he didn’t recognize.

He has half a mind to storm into Yuuji’s room and give him a piece of it, and he decides to do exactly that. Though, when he slams open his roommate’s bedroom door he’s met with a sleeping Yuuji holding you tightly in his embrace, a large blanket draped over both of your frames.

“Huh.” Megumi tilts his head to the side, realizing he should have expected it to be you, after all those years of listening to his friend’s pining.

The anger subsides only slightly, telling himself he’s still going to yell at both of you for not cleaning up when suddenly a mouth manifests itself onto the back of Yuuji’s hand, “Disgusting, isn’t it. At least you didn’t have to listen to it.”

Not necessarily disgusting, Megumi thinks, but he’s way too tired to deal with any of this anymore and begins to retreat to his bedroom when, “I wouldn’t suggest sitting on that couch anytime soon, either.”

Definitely too tired for this shit.

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