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Final blow- Mattheo Riddle x reader

Mattheo Riddle oneshot; including a classic wizarding duel, tension filled atmosphere, and a cute ending <3 (SFW)

“For our next duel, I’m asking Mattheo Riddle and Miss Y/n to please step up onto the platform”

The words from professor Snape echoed through the duelling practice room, and as of right now everyone was staring at you two. It didn’t come as a shock to you when you were picked. Both of you were pretty much on the same level, with the exception of course that you had way less of an ego than Mattheo.

Defense against the dark arts was your favorite subject, especially when it came to doing hands on things. Duelling just happened to be one of your favorite things to practice. The tougher the opponent, the sweeter the victory, you believed. With Mattheo, you had to make sure that you would fight till the last moment, and to not go down without a proper fight.

“C’mon, go up!”, your friends encourage you, “You got this!”. They all believed in you, and told you that your chances were good, making you feel more secure in your skills. Through all the encouragement you got, you start moving towards where the showdown would take place.

As you go up, you look at Mattheo, who seemed confident to say the least. He knows he’s good and everyone else knows it too. Moreover, all the quidditch training certainly gave him a strong and muscular body to work with.

Before the duel begins, you scan the crowd one more time for looks and chants of support. “MAKE US RAVENCLAWS PROUD!”, you hear someone yelling amidst all the people. That you were extremely thankful for, since you could really use all the positive reassurance you could get. You quickly say thank you back to the crowd.

At the same time, the Slytherins must’ve seen this as another competition and started yelling all sorts of things in support of their representative too. Together, they sure looked like a mean bunch.

“YOU GOT THIS MATTHEO!”, his friend Blaise hollers loudly. Draco, right after, shouts out “YEAHH, DESTROY HER!”.

What a gentleman you mutter to yourself, and Mattheo must’ve heard it because you hear a slight chuckle escaping his mouth.

“Nervous”, he quietly asks you.

“Not at all”, you respond in the most self assured manner that you can muster.

He himself didn’t look nervous at all, but rather excited to have a “play partner”. Frankly you weren’t either, but you also knew that going up against him wouldn’t be easy.

Mattheo keeps looking you in the eye with a slight grin, so to match his energy, you hold eye contact with him too and make sure that your posture is straight. If you don’t look capable from the beginning, you are never going to make it to the end.

To commence this duel at last, Snape retells the rules of combat and announces that “only magical acts can be used as a form of offense or defense. You may disarm or harm your opponent, but must not seriously injure them.” Otherwise Madam Pomfrey would surely throw another fit at you “immature rascals”.

You were counting on disarming Mattheo to be your tactic. His fatal flaw was, noting from your past observations, being too aggressive, and not fully protecting himself. Besides that, he was flawless.

All eyes on you guys now, you start off by bowing to each other to pay your respects. “Good luck”, he whispers to you while you’re on eye level. “Same to you”, you reply, to make him know that you weren’t scared.

As Snape was counting down from three, you calmed yourself down once again, telling yourself that it would be fine. When Snape reaches the final number three, Mattheo immediately goes into the offense and casts several stunning spells, which you block with your shielding spell. You had practiced that one so often, that you could confidently utilize it at any given time. Mattheo keeps trying to push you back further. One after another, his attacking spells are blasted at you. And one after another you block them. It was a back and forth dance between you two, neither one of you budging yet.

He came alarmingly close though. One of his spells had caught your shoulder, sending an electrifying shock through your body. Another one had hit your torso straight like a bullet. That one had caused you the most pain. You grunted and held your hand over the wounded area, but it was still bearable. You just had to fight through the pain.

Both of you kept going, at this point recognizing that victory wouldn’t come easily to either one of you. Mattheo, looking forward to making things a little more playful, cheekily calls out “holding up pretty well for someone like you”. You knew he was trying to get you off of your game by sounding condescending. He was well aware of your capabilities. Therefore you clap back by saying “that shouldn’t come as a surprise, and you’re not as good as you think you are”.

Having said that, you hear a few murmurs amongst the students. Snape takes the time to remind you to keep the personal bashing to yourselfs until the duel is resolved. Mattheo seems to take it quite personally though, now casting out especially aggressive spells.

Even by then you are able to hold up, but there was still no opportunity to really harm him. The back and forth kept going to the point where neither of you saw an end to this.

After a while, having been so concentrated on defending yourself and managing your pain, you hadn’t even looked at Mattheo anymore to see how he was doing. You just saw his spells shooting at you. So, when you finally did look, you noticed that Mattheo was getting a little riled up himself and losing his edge. He always tries to keep his cool, to not show any signs of weakness. Yet, there you were, taking hit after hit, and not backing down. It made him frustrated to see his efforts not meeting his expectations.

After more exchanges of non sufficient spells, you are getting way too tired, and you decide it’s time to put this exhausting duel to an end. You just had to wait for the perfect moment.

In Mattheo’s mind, he was also just waiting for the perfect moment, hoping for you to retreat.

When you glance at the audience again for just a second, you see the gawking mouths of some of the Slytherins. Instantly, it boosts your confidence. If even they were stunned by you, then all was going right, and you knew you got this. If you could really defeat Mattheo, his ego was probably going to be bruised for a good several days at least.

Between further dodging spells, and shielding yourself, it was really difficult to find the perfect moment, though you had a feeling it would come soon enough. Mattheo was getting even more frustrated. His spells weren’t as accurate anymore. His arm was losing strength and going a little limp. And most important of all, his confidence became tainted.

While trying to catch his breath for a second, Mattheo simultaneously lowers his arm. During that one scarce moment, you decide to deliver the final blow.

“EXPELLIARMUS!”, you call out. Everyone’s eyes were wide open, seeing exactly as the spell hit Mattheo, causing his wand to fly across the platform, all the way into your hand. You catch it with precision, and watch his look of disbelief. You couldn’t even fully believe it yourself. He was done for.

“Wanna wave the white flag now?”, you cheekily ask him now, as he’s still trying to catch his breath. It was a little mean, but he could handle it.

Mattheo still can’t believe what just happened based on the look on his face. You see him scrunching his eyebrows, and mouth hanging wide open.

Although he knows he’s got nothing left, he still replies with “never”.

“As you wish”, you say with a wide grin, because in the next second, your final spell sent him flying across the room. Mattheo falls off of the duelling platform at the end, all the way onto the ground.

As his body hit the hard floor, all students from every house, except the Slytherins of course, started cheering for you. You felt as if you were on cloud nine hearing all their chants. Your heart was still beating rapidly, as if it was going to explode any second. A little part of you can’t believe that you just sent Mattheo flying across the platform, but the bigger part was gloating with pride.

You watch Mattheo prop himself up and walk back onto the platform to go up to you. He warmly, to your surprise, meets your gaze and brings out his hand to shake yours.

“Looks like you didn’t need luck after all”, he congratulates you. You’re taken aback for a second because this behavior of him wasn’t what you expected at all. He clearly notices and goes on to say “I rarely lose, but when I do I try not to be a sore loser”.

When he goes to his friends, he turns back and winks at you with a smirk plastered on his face. Winning was already quite the event, but Mattheo being a perfect gentleman weirdly made your insides churn.

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You wait for everyone to leave the room after enough duelling was done for the morning. The reason was because you saw, from the corner of your eye, that Mattheo was also taking his time. You didn’t even know exactly why you were waiting for him.

Not that it was your planned intention, but you decide to go up to him and tell him that it was a great, although stressful, duel. Perhaps that would fuel some kind of conversation.

“No need to gloat”, he throws back at you. He didn’t sound all too happy, and maybe he did take the loss stronger than he showed at first. Your mind starts to spin and look for kind words. You definitely didn’t mean to insult him, so you quickly stutter out

“No- that’s not what I-”

Before you could finish that jumbled sentence though, he chuckles out loud, his eyes giving you a look of sympathy. His entire demeanor has changed now, the upset look from before just having been a facade.

“Chill, I was just kidding”, he cheerfully says. Seconds later he adds “You won fair and square, I’m actually really impressed with you”. It sounded like he meant it genuinely.

That compliment wasn’t something you expected. Relieved at his relaxed attitude, you choose to go along with his joking manner and respond with “I’m definitely going to hold that over your head forever”.

That earned you yet another precious chuckle from him. His laugh was truly contagious because shortly after you start laughing too. You had actually never expected that talking with Mattheo could feel so carefree and fun.

“Y’know I actually thought you were a lot more arrogant”, you honestly admitted to him during your talk. As far as the truth went, this was it. You could see that it had certainly been a little presumptuous of you to assume that about him.

“Well that’s because you don’t really know me and make pointless assumptions, but I don’t blame you”, he boldly calls you out on your prejudices too.

Perhaps he wasn’t as bad as you imagined, but definitely still cocky.

Suddenly he puts his hand on your shoulder, which makes you jerk back at first. The sudden contact just came as a surprise. He also takes notice, but when he sees that you don’t mind after the initial shock, he just kept it there. “So, wanna get out of here?”, he suggested. “We could talk and you could get to know me better”, Mattheo proposes, obviously referring to your previous statement.

“Well, how can I say no to that”, you comply while flashing him a gentle smile.

And with that, both of you leave the room, with Mattheo’s hand still wrapped around your shoulders.

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strlingsav · 1 year

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Jealousy

– Simon "Ghost" Riley x F!Reader

— Simon gets jealous.

Explicit sexual content under the cut. Read at your own risk.

The room smelled of Price's cigar smoke and spilled beer; the consequences of poker night. Price, Gaz, Soap, yourself and Ghost were perched around the table, placing bets before the next round. It was a great way to blow off post-mission steam, and steal money from your teammates. You hadn't been so lucky thus far, Price was particularly skilled.

Your gaze lifted to study your opponents, holding your cards close to your chest. Price kept his cigar in his mouth, thick, white smoke trailing from his lips. Gaz had his brows furrowed, concentration on his features. Ghost sat beside you, hunched over the back of the chair. He too was surveying the room, cold eyes raking over the faces of his teammates. Soap was almost giddy, he was terrible at hiding how good his hand was.

You weren't particularly interested in cards, but you played anyway to pass time. It was entertaining from your end of the table, watching the chaos unfold as your teammates indulged one-too many beers. You preferred to stay sober- you weren't very experienced with the game, unlike Price and Ghost. You needed every bit of your sober disposition to play.

Your eyes drifted to Ghost, who had been burning holes in the side of your head. You blinked innocently at him, fluttering your lashes. A vicious tactic, you knew that, but the way his eyes raked over your face was worth it- you knew it would get to his head. But as you studied his face, his brow quirked up, and you saw the fabric of his mask shift over his mouth; he was smiling. You quickly broke the tension before anyone caught on to the silent exchange, redness engulfing your cheeks.

It came to the showdown, and as the men laid their cards out on the table, there was silence. Grunts of disapproval and low murmurs of frustration broke the air as they scanned their cards, comparing hands to each others. You looked out, over your cards, your eyes meeting Soap's gaze. He still held his cards, waiting for you to move.

"Go on then," He urged, hiding a smirk.

"Don't look so smug," You teased. "I'm about to ruin your night."

Soap let out a chuckle. "You could ne'er ruin my night."

You raised your brows. "Even if I take all your money?"

"I could list a couple ways you could make it up to me," He grinned.

Gaz groaned, far too familiar with Soap's antics. You nearly rolled your eyes, his comments were just a way to get in your head.

"You couldn't pay me to listen to that," You screwed up your nose.

"I could just show ya," He leaned forward. "I'm free later this evenin' if you're up for it."

You laughed. "You need to get laid, Sergeant, you're like a dog in heat." You shook your head.

"You offerin'?" He was grinning ear to ear.

"Enough," Ghost's voice interrupted the tension, almost soiling the playful mood. "Lay 'em out."

Your head snapped to look at him, now wearing an unreadable expression behind the mask. His eyes were stoic, body rigid, more so than usual. He had little to no patience, but he usually didn't mind Soap's ribbing, it was cheap entertainment.

You furrowed your brows in response, and he turned his attention to the Scot across from you, avoiding your gaze.

Soap laid out his cards, splaying them out before him. A straight. He sat back, hands behind his head, a grin on his face. You, in return, set your cards out, showcasing your winning hand; four of a kind.

Soap's face fell, mouth opening in shock as he stared at your cards on the table.

"Steamin' Jesus," He sighed. "You oughta be cheatin'."

"Don't be a sore loser," You smiled, leaning forward to collect the pot.

Soap was about to respond, when Price cleared his throat.

"Better luck next time," He said, hand clasping down on Soap's shoulder. "'M off to bed."

Soap still sat in disbelief as the Captain stood from the table. He took his beer with him, puffing his cigar as he left the room. Gaz and Soap finished the last of their drinks, and you pocketed your profit- Soap watched you with a glare. The rest of you decided to call it a night, cleaning up the remains of the cards and chips.

Ghost stood to his feet, finishing the last of his bourbon. You followed, creeping behind him when the others retreated to bed.

"Will you be joining me in my room tonight, Lieutenant?" You asked, a sultry tone to your voice.

He recognized it immediately, wanting desperately to follow, but he had already fabricated hallucinations behind his eyes of the Sergeant, and you- his girl. Soap hovering over you, privy to the soft whines from your lips, curves of your body, defiling your pussy- it made him sick. Only he had access to those intimate moments, or so he thought.

His chest bubbled with unspoken anger. He fought within himself, trying to rationalize, fight for you, but he inevitably gave in to the jealousy that clawed at his throat. It was the path of least resistance, to believe the worst from those closest to him. It was a familiar embrace.

He didn't say a word, his body tense as you slid your palms around his waist, easing into the gaps between his tactical vest.

"Someone could see," He said gruffly.

A lie- a white lie to give himself space. He knew no one would be coming back, not with the copious amounts of liquor indulged and the late hours passing by quickly.

You pulled away, a bit thrown by his rejection. It landed in the pit of your stomach, reached up into your chest and stole your breath. His tense disposition alerted you to the fact that something wasn't right, not since he'd snapped at the Sergeant.

"Alright," You sighed. "I'm going to bed," You fumbled with your hands, anxiety settling into the pit of your gut.

He set his drink down. "Be there in a bit."

Ghost was never usually so quiet when the two of you were alone, and certainly didn't deny your touch.

You nodded, choking down your questions so not to worsen his mood. Ghost excelled at hiding his feelings, on the rare occasion he found something that angered him. He wasn't fond of talking, of telling you when you pissed him off, so you kept your prodding to yourself until necessary.

With one last look over his back, you let him be, returning to your bunk.

You stripped out of your clothes, changing into your shorts and T-shirt after brushing your teeth. You waited with trembling hands, your anxiety increasing with each passing moment. You didn't know what to expect, who to expect. Ghost, or Simon. You didn't want to go to sleep with Simon angry, and his sour mood was gnawing at you. You wanted to fix it.

You settled into bed, blankets tucked under your arms. You tried to focus on your book, mindlessly running over the pages without absorbing a single thing. You were too preoccupied with Simon. You let out a sigh, listening for the sound of boots. Listening for him.

The door finally opened, and Ghost stepped inside. The air was thick with silent expectations, a waiting game. Who would break first, make the first move to say something- anything. More often than not, it was you.

You didn't mind being the mediator, you were excellent at communicating. It was ninety percent of your job. You only wished Simon would meet you halfway, but that wasn't the kind of man he was, and you'd learned to navigate it well enough. It was tiring, though.

You knew it wasn't that he didn't want to talk to you- he just didn't know how. How to express why he was angry. You were sure that before you, Simon fixed his anger by shooting things. Taking out his frustration on missions, on targets. He never needed to learn to communicate, he'd never had even a semblance of a relationship with anyone aside from his last girlfriend, when he was in his early twenties. He'd never been close enough to anyone to justify it.

You sat up, the book falling to the side as you readjusted in the bed.

Ghost began undoing the chest plate and other equipment strapped to his body. He was still quiet, and you watched with a frown.

"Simon?" You said quietly, gauging his reaction.

He looked over at you.

"What's bothering you?" Your voice was meek, uncharacteristically so, but you hated to see him that way and didn't want to push him even further.

He sighed, a heavy breath that sounded like it'd been trapped for days. He continued undressing, prepared to escape, to run from the conversation. But he knew you'd get it out of him.

"Simon," You said again. "Talk to me."

You tilted your head as he rearranged his things on the dresser.

"Nothin' to talk about, get some sleep," His voice was gruff, quiet, defeated.

"Talk to me," You repeated, your voice a bit weaker now.

"I said 's nothin'. Be fine in the mornin'."

"But you're not fine now. Just tell me."

You were getting worried now, stomach flipping. He paused, back flexing beneath his T-shirt as he straightened out. He turned on his heel to face you. He kept his mask on- another barrier between you, a reminder that even though you'd already clawed so deep through the layers of stone he built, there were still pieces of him you might never truly have.

"You wanna know?" He asked.

You nodded. "Course I do."

He shook his head. His shoulders tensed. You could tell he was holding back, not wanting to dive into the conversation headfirst. He was avoiding the question, his arms at his sides.

Finally, he spoke. Monotone, bleak- unencumbered by tact or empathy. It was a simple question. He wasn't one for dancing around a subject, he wanted answers, if he was going to talk at all.

"You been fuckin' the Sergeant?"

His eyes were unforgiving, an endless abyss of darkness ready to swallow you whole and eat you alive. You felt the pressure of his gaze, an invisible force pushing you into submission. You weren't one of his targets, but you certainly felt like it.

You blinked a few times, his words shocking you to your core. It deeply unsettled you. A bitter taste on the back of your tongue as you digested his words. It was entirely out of the blue- an unfounded accusation.

In all the time you'd been together, not once had he ever shown any concern over the men you worked with. You thought he trusted you. It stung, hearing him ask you such a question, you were disappointed he saw you capable of that. Of hurting him- adding to the array of scars on his body and mind.

"W-what?" You shook your head.

"Answer me," He said, hands extending to grip the metal footboard.

"I- Why would you even ask me that? No, I haven't been fucking Soap," You exclaimed, pulling the blankets back to stand up off the bed.

"Seems he fancies you quite a bit."

"Simon," You breathed in, arms crossing over your chest. "I haven't slept with Soap."

He was still stoic as ever, eyes clinging to yours as he debated the candour behind your words. You could practically see the thoughts behind his mask, knew he was clenching his jaw, nostrils flaring as he sucked in deep breaths to keep his temper under control. He couldn't always hide from you behind his balaclava, you'd seen his anger before, in true form.

"That so?" He moved closer, his shoulders swaying as he stepped toward you.

"Yes," You breathed, hopeful he'd believe you.

He was silent, only the sound of his breathing filled the air.

"You bein' honest with me?"

His skepticism was palpable and it broke your heart, even more than the question.

You'd given the relationship your all, everything you had. Given Simon your all. Every single piece of yourself was out in the open, ready for the taking, he just had to ask. You'd bend over backwards to please him, do anything to keep him. The accusation made you sick to your stomach, wondering where you went wrong, why you'd made him feel that way.

"Yes, I've never been unfaithful to you."

Your eyes met his, unwavering. You had nothing to hide- never had. Not from him. You ached to show him just how devoted you were. But your rational thought process was no longer applicable- Simon had tasted betrayal before, over and over. He was all too familiar with the feeling of a knife in his back, the aching pain that bombarded his entire body. The sting of humiliation, of leaving his peace of mind in the hands of another and having it torn to pieces. You knew he needed more, needed the reassurance, and he didn't need to ask.

"Ask Soap yourself- I don't care." Your pulse pounded in your ears. "Whatever you need to do to believe me."

He shifted his chin upwards, a weight lifting off his shoulders. Relief washing away the ache. He had a difficult time trusting, believing that you wouldn't hurt him- but you never lied. Always said what you meant, and you never burned him with false promises.

He went against every instinct in his body, every nerve screaming at him to run, flee, push you away. But even he knew that was his conditioning, his instincts weren't created in a world that had you- it was far different then.

"'S fine," He said quietly. "Don't need to."

You let out a sigh, still trembling with confusion and nausea. His chest rose and fell quickly.

"I ain't impressed with the way he talked to you," He said, moving closer.

"He only said it to get under my skin. Besides that, he thinks I'm seeing someone back home. I thought you knew that."

"I do-" He sighed. "S'pose I jumped the gun. Just- imaginin' you, with him," He stopped himself, knuckles white around the iron.

You nodded, still standing with your arms crossed. He would never apologize- would never say, 'I'm sorry', but his actions spoke far louder than his words.

He sat down on the bed, his hands reaching out for your thighs. You let him touch you, though you still felt a bit of resentment for his false accusations. You had to let go, had to remind yourself he only knew what he knew, what'd been done to him before.

He pulled you onto his lap, hands sliding around your waist as he tugged you closer.

"Y'still want me?" He asked, eyes flashing from your waist to your eyes.

"I always do," You said softly.

He nodded, a quiet moment of reconciliation, understanding. You knew that to outsiders it would look strange- the silent reunion between you. Apologies and forgiveness that were never really spoken.

"Take my mask off," He said, the timbre of his voice rousing the ache for him that lay dormant, sleeping until woken up by his touch.

You obliged, lifting the cotton fabric from his face, pulling it off to see the disheveled brunet hair beneath. Your eyes fell to his full lips, then you took your time savouring the way his crooked nose flattered his face. His lashes kissed his cheekbones with every slow blink, dark eyes narrowing as he tried to read your thoughts.

He leaned forward, pausing for a moment to glance at your eyes, before he pulled you closer, barely touching your lips with his own.

He sighed deeply into your mouth, a relief to hold you, know you were his, tangible evidence that he was lovable, that someone would crawl through the barren trenches of his mind to know him. He was unbelievably grateful; skeptical, too, but he chose to leave his faith with you for safe keeping. He'd let down most of his walls, for you, a long time ago, and thus far you'd done nothing but nurture him, love him. You'd proven him right.

You lifted your hands to slide around the back of his head, fingertips gliding into his ruffled hair. You couldn't get enough of the taste of him; tobacco, bourbon. You would tattoo it on your tongue if possible.

He pulled away, taking in your face; your features that drew him in, set his gut on fire. He'd kill for your lips, set cities ablaze just to look into your eyes one last time. The obsession worried him, it terrified him, but he was already addicted, too far gone now to do anything but surrender. He was more than okay with that.

"Could rip the smug grin off his fuckin' face," He said, fingertips digging into your hips.

"I think that would get you discharged," You teased.

"I'd kill for you, sweetheart. Gettin' discharged ain't a problem."

By his tone, you knew he was serious. As disgusting as it made you feel, you enjoyed it. You must've been sick in the head, but you relished in it. The level of determination he had- it warmed you to your core knowing he was just as committed.

"Prison time, then?"

"For you, not a second thought."

He didn't waste any time tugging you back in for seconds, this time, guiding his tongue in your mouth, swiftly gliding against yours. You moaned softly, an unintentional reaction to the warmth shooting up your spine. He knew you loved the feeling of his tongue, the way he was heavy-handed when he kissed you- unforgiving as he took what he wanted.

"Take this off," He breathed, fingertips inching your shirt up.

You lifted your arms to cooperate. The cool air hitting your body, competing with the heat in your womb, lavished your body with goosebumps. His calloused hands cupped your breasts, eyes locked on your chest as he massaged gently, coaxing the sweet sounds of pleasure from your lips. His white-hot touch erased any other thoughts, your sole focus was his hands on your body.

You could feel the arousal seeping from your core, head tilting back to allow him full access to your body. His hand moved to press against your back, a flat palm that offered support and comfort. He took advantage, pressing his lips to your skin. First your neck, his tongue running over your jugular, pounding in your throat. He absorbed it with his lips, teeth softly biting into the malleable flesh.

He ducked his head to show attention to your breasts, wrapping his lips around the silky tissue, sucking gently. A flat tongue ran over your nipple, and a jolt of electricity shot through your spine. You were still clinging to his shoulders, back arching into him.

You breathed heavily, so delirious with lust, desire, any touch from him was like lighting a fuse. He beckoned you to stand, his fingers dipping into the waistband of your shorts. He waited for you, for your permission. You licked your lips, hands on his as you helped him slide the fabric over your thighs, landing on the floor.

He watched from a short distance, eyes raking over the tempting curves of your body, the incredibly silky glow of your skin. He too, licked his lips, his hands a bit rougher now as he pulled you back onto his lap. You gasped, falling against him, your thighs spread over his.

"You all mine?" He asked, head nuzzled against your temple, his gruff voice in your ear.

"Yes," You whispered. "Always."

"That's my girl."

His hand traced your thigh to your pussy, a gentle touch as he reached your clit. His gaze was locked on your expression, your lips parting, eyes shutting tightly. Your pussy was throbbing and needy, nearly burning with desire. You gasped. He peered down at your body, lips dragging against your neck.

His fingertips applied more pressure, relieving the dull ache, and he circled your clit. Your hips mindlessly drove forward, grinding yourself against his touch. He responded in earnest, moving his fingers quicker, harder.

Your head fell back as you basked in the pleasure coiling itself like a snake inside your womb. He had mastered your body, unraveling you in seconds like he did with his rifles. He had a knack for memorization, muscle memory, and your body responded the same way every single time.

He found pleasure in watching you squirm, pant and gasp, begging for his fingers. Faster, harder. He devoured your pleas, already one step ahead, feeling the way your hips moved, your waist twisted. When your fingers dug into his shoulders, pulling him into your chest, trying to merge yourself with him, he slid a finger inside you. He groaned approval against your jaw, savouring the slick warmth of your pussy, a shiver running through his spine as he remembered how you feel around his cock.

"Y'like that?" He asked, even though he already knew the answer.

You nodded frantically, eyes shut as you focused on the building tension in your gut. The way it enveloped you, tugging at every nerve in your body.

"I know you do, sweetheart, know just what you like."

"Fuck- yes, Simon," You moaned.

It was never enough, not until he filled you completely. But he couldn't resist the satisfaction of your pussy clenching around his finger, especially when he added a second, listening to the vulgar sounds of your wetness squelching around him.

He marvelled at the sight of your climax; head falling back, a whimper ascending into a moan, your forehead prickling with sweat. It was impossible to tear his eyes from you, to deny himself the vision of you coming undone on his hand. Your ribs shifting with every breath, hugging your breasts as you leaned back. He lifted his other hand to run over the ridges.

You shivered, relaxing into his body as the last of your orgasm died out, breathing against his chest. He enjoyed the silence, watching you recover. He didn't allow you much time, shifting to lie you down on the covers.

He lifted his shirt over his head, his temperature rising as a result of his efforts. He crawled between your thighs, biceps wrapping around your thighs to pull you closer.

You didn't have much say, and you didn't mind. You were pliable with him, a willing participant to his pleasure. He did what he wanted, and you agreed in every possible way.

His calloused palms engulfed the flesh of your outer thighs, an iron grip you could never- would never want to escape from. His chest was pressed firmly to the bed, head turned to lavish your inner thighs with delicate kisses.

He quickly surrendered to his desire, not feeling particularly strong-willed, and bit into your flesh, licking your wounds. The silken moisture of his tongue against your thighs had your hips shifting impatiently, and he relieved your suffering, relocating to your clit.

You sighed softly, hips bucking up into his mouth as a jolt ran through you, still sensitive. He devoured your movements, hands clamping down to restrain you while he licked over your clit.

"Y'taste so good, sweetheart," His muffled voice against you made you squirm.

Your fingers slid through his hair, tugging softly at every caress of his tongue, every time he'd wrap his lips over your clit and suck. Your muscles contracted, abdomen tightening as you fought the overstimulation. You wanted to give in, to give him everything he wanted from you.

But as his eyes met yours, your lips parting to accommodate your heavy breathing, you couldn't wait any longer. Couldn't handle your pussy fluttering with nothing to fill it.

"Please," You whispered, his eyes softening.

Watching his jaw move, his head turn side to side as he gorged himself on your juices, your voice broke with a whimper, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes.

"I need you," You said, lifting to your elbows. "Need to feel you inside me."

He sat up slowly, kneeling between your thighs. His lips were glistening with your arousal, chest wet from your cum seeping down toward the bed. You reached out to feel him, to run your fingers down his chest and torso. He shut his eyes briefly, nostrils flaring as he regained his breath and enjoyed your soft hands over his body.

Your eyes scanned his abdomen, drawn to the scars that littered it. It magnified your desire, your lust, the battle scars were an implication of survival, war. It was primal, the reminder that he was a man's man, ready to take all of you in one fell swoop.

"Say it again," He breathed, his hands still grasping your thighs.

"I need you inside me, Simon," You said, unabashed, free of any inhibitions.

"Yeah?" There was an inflection of mockery in his tone, but you ate up every bit of it. "Need my cock, don't you?"

"Yes, baby- I need you, need your cock." You were delirious with lust, whining and begging beneath him.

"That's what I like to hear," He nearly grinned. "Only I can fuck you how you need, ain't that right, sweetheart?"

You felt your pussy flutter again, mindlessly nodding as his hands rubbed up and down your legs.

"Please," You pulled your bottom lip into your mouth, teeth biting down to distract from the jittery feeling inside you.

"Fuck," He cursed, leaning over you. "You make my cock hard, love."

You took his face in your hands, pulling him down to meet your lips. You devoured him, devoured the taste of yourself on his lips and tongue. Mostly bitter, a hint of sweetness, and the still remaining flavour of him. It was intoxicating.

He quickly undid his belt, aggressively yanking the buckle from the leather, pulling his briefs down to expose his cock. He ran his hand up and down his length, before pressing the engorged tip to your clit. He teased you with it, applying enough pressure to make your hips twitch. Slowly pushing down, his jaw dropped as your pussy swallowed him, squeezing him into the velvety walls.

A nasally gasp came from the back of his throat, Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed his groans.

"This cunt was made just for me."

His lips beside your ear, you could feel the vibration in his voice. The rasp of his tone lavished your skin with goosebumps.

"Only you," You choked down your whimpers, turning your head to meet his gaze.

The first roll of his hips covered his cock in your arousal, the slick juices allowing him to glide deep inside. The depth knocked the wind from your lungs, and your hands clung to his back, nails digging into his muscles.

His pelvis rubbing against your clit, and he lowered himself to press his weight against your body. You welcomed the intrusion, moving a hand to the back of his head, cradling it as he buried his face in the crook of your neck.

His lips attached to your throat, feeling the moans and pleas as they passed your larynx. He swallowed them whole, pushing himself deeper, pulling back and repeating to hear the gasps and whimpers from your lips.

"God," You breathed, squeezing down with your muscles as you lurched forward, clinging to his head and shoulders. "So good, Simon. You fuck me so well."

"Bloody hell sweetheart," He grunted with effort. "Tha's 'cause this cunt is mine- all fuckin' mine."

"Shit, Simon," You gasped.

He groaned with approval, continuing his thrusts inside you, his cock grinding into you, massaging your walls.

"Touch yourself," He said, watching you drop your fingers to your clit immediately.

He moaned softly when he felt your pussy clench, and you arched your back for better access as you circled your swollen clit. He shifted upwards, allowing you space while driving his cock inside you.

Your eyes rolled back, choked gasps escaping as you focused on your orgasm, the way his body looked as he thrusted inside you. All muscles, flexing, glistening with sweat.

"I'm so close," You whimpered.

It was engulfing your entire body, the pleasure made your toes curl as you squeezed your thighs at his waist, rocking with his movements. You panted against his shoulder, biting softly at the taught muscle, which earned a groan.

"That's it," He whispered, encouraging you closer to your climax. "Cum on my cock sweetheart," He grunted in your ear.

You felt the fluttering of pleasure erupt from your clit, your head falling back to the pillow while you chest lifted to meet his. You pussy squeezed his cock, contracting, as your nerves were lit up with euphoria.

"Fuck," He gasped, his cock tensing as your pussy hugged him tightly.

He watched with bated breath, still as he could be while rolling his hips against yours, not wanting to disturb the sight before him. He consumed your moans, lips against yours in a sloppy kiss, teeth clashing as he bore down, thrusting even harder inside you.

You cried out, choking on your moans. He found satisfaction in breaking you down, watching you come undone on his cock, knowing no other man would ever see you the way he did, do what he did to you.

"'M gonna cum in this cunt," He panted.

"Cum in me, please," You were near tears, pussy beginning to feel raw from the amount of friction you'd experienced already. "Give me your cum."

"Take it, sweetheart- every fuckin' drop," He grunted as his pace slowed, hips jerking sporadically against yours as he began to release inside you.

He watched your pussy drain him, your cum around the base of his cock, white, creamy- it made him shiver.

He enjoyed the warmth of your pussy for a few moments, before pulling out with a cringe. He was overstimulated, but watching his cum begin to seep out of you mesmerized him. A true mark of his possession- the fleeting idea that it would take, and you'd be all his, carrying his child.

He knew it was a ruse, a dream spurred by testosterone and dopamine, but the thought clung to his mind for a while after- shamefully so. He never imagined himself as a father, never had the desire to bring anything similar to himself or his bloodline into the world. But as he looked over your spent form, your hands reaching for him, his bringing you into his chest, he wondered if it would be so terrible to have something that was also half of you.

You looked up at him with tired eyes, pieces of hair clinging to the sweat on your brow, lips red and puffy with irritation. You smiled softly, leaning up to kiss him, a delicate offering. He accepted with no hesitation, like it was second nature. And maybe it was. You'd more than earned his trust; maybe he could learn to ignore his instincts and give you all of him. You deserved it, he decided.

#cod mw2 #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost smut #simon riley smut #cod mwii #mwii #strlingsavwrites

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horribluh · 4 months

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cant stop thinking about married-but-doesnt-realize-it zosan, theyre 30 years old, incredibly domestic, chilling in the all blue acting all married but going huh?? when people reference them being married. id never marry this idiot/im straight! and then sanjis handfeeding zoro street meat bc hes playing packmule and has no free hands. were not together! and zoro is buying sanji a nice tie bc he accidentally cut his in half last time they fought. i have better tastes than to get with him! and sanjis made zoro cute bento boxes for him to take on his world greatest swordsmen showdowns. whod wanna marry this guy? and theyre sharing a bunkroom and also a bed bc its better than sharing with the other cooks aboard true but they also cuddle each other to sleep every night so

their bickering old married couple energy transfixes me, its idiot to idiot romance at the highest degree. i want them to wake up to the rest of the crew throwing them a 10 year anniversary party and theyre just like ??? and everyone has to sit them down and very slowly explain to them that guys... youre married... to each other..... please realize this its been 10 years.... cue marines attacking the restaurant and also congratulating zosan at the same time and in the aftermath theyre like ??? were married????? DOES EVERYONE THINK IM MARRIED TO THE PERVERT COOK/MOSSHEAD??? and then they fight each other into the sunset and kiss about it

#mine #zosan #i think itd be very funny #one piece #i love many zosan dynamics but i think this is the funniest one of all

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scuderiasundays · 10 months

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you and me together

summary: a growing rift between you and carlos mixed with late night celebrations for an old friend + a little insta au at the end!

words: 1,345

a/n: this is the first time i've gotten a request for a fic so a big thank you to anon for sending this in! i've been fixated on who will win wimbledon 2023 so i had to incorporate a few tennis players 🎾

Carlos had managed to score some much-needed time off to make it to Wimbledon. The two of you had always dreamed of witnessing the pinnacle of tennis, booking the trip ages ago when the two of you were on steadier ground. Carlos was going to join you after his stint at Silverstone, while you had landed in London a day earlier to reconnect with college friends.

"Looks like Taylor's the hot favorite this year," you grinned. You and Taylor had a loose connection through Alexa, his cousin, who happened to be your college roommate. Whenever Taylor felt overwhelmed by the pressure of ATP rankings, he would swing by their apartment unannounced. The easygoing Californian would tag along to frat parties, going in as a stranger and emerging with a whole crew of newfound friends. You had played the role of Taylor's personal chauffeur, escorting him home in his intoxicated state, all the while indulging in his drunken rants about seeds, tournaments, and prize money. You always had a hunch that he had a thing for you, but your busy schedules kept the two of you delicately tiptoeing around the topic, never quite addressing it head-on.

You couldn't help but wonder how different things would be if you had taken a chance on Taylor. Stuck in a relationship that felt stagnant, you walked through the familiar streets of a city where you and Carlos had once roamed during his McLaren days. London summers seemed to stretch on forever, with the sun setting late around 9:30 PM. You and Carlos had once strolled through the city hand in hand, lost in aimless conversation. Now, the demands of your job kept you from accompanying Carlos to race weekends, while he rarely made it home, going straight from races to the simulator in Maranello.

When Carlos strolled into the hotel lobby with Charles by his side, you couldn't help but let out a faint sigh. It wasn't exactly a huge surprise since you knew Charles was a tennis fanatic, and you actually liked hanging out with him. On the other hand, you had secretly hoped this trip would be your shot at reconnecting with Carlos and maybe reviving the dwindling spark. Well, there goes that idea, you thought, feeling a twinge of disappointment set in.

As you entered the hotel room, Carlos asked, "You don't mind that I brought him, do you?" You replied, "No, not at all." Carlos proceeded to mention that he had to hit the gym since the Hungarian Grand Prix was coming up, emphasizing his "no days off" mentality. He affectionately kissed your forehead before shutting the door behind him.

Just as you were about to head out, a text notification popped up. It was from Carlos, apologizing that he couldn't make it to the Gentlemen’s Singles Final. Ferrari had sprung a last-minute PR commitment on him and Charles, but he promised to make it up to you. You were gutted, quickly dialing Alexa's number. You didn’t even feel like watching the match anymore, but she was adamant that you join her in Taylor's box. It had been years since you had last seen Taylor, and you were dazed by just how much he’d changed—a newfound aura of confidence that screamed "America’s No. 1."

"Y/N, it's been too long!" Taylor exclaimed as he pulled you into a warm hug. The atmosphere crackled with anticipation as you wished him luck and turned your attention to Centre Court, where Taylor was about to embark on an epic showdown against Carlos Alcaraz, the newly crowned world No. 1.

As the final point was won, the stadium erupted into an explosion of applause and admiration. Taylor stood tall, basking in the well-deserved glory of his hard-fought win. Emotions ran high as he shook his opponent’s hand in a display of sportsmanship and mutual respect.

Taylor's victory had set the stage for a night out on the town, and drinks were on him as the entourage made their way into the vibrant Sexy Fish in Mayfair. Congratulations poured in from all directions, amplifying the elation in the air. However, amidst the festive ambience, a pang of longing tugged at your heart, reminding you of the nights you’d spent by Carlos' side, reveling in his victories and beaming with pride.

As the evening progressed and the champagne flowed, you playfully grabbed an imaginary microphone, assuming the role of a reporter. With a mischievous glint in your eye, you turned to Taylor, who stood at the bar, soaking it all in. "You just won Wimbledon! How does it feel to be on top of the world, Mr. Fritz?" you mockingly asked him.

Taylor, caught off guard but never without his notorious charm, grinned and replied, "I don't even have words, Y/N. I wasn't in the best headspace going into the match, but you showed up, and something just clicked. Maybe I'd be World No.1 if you were in my box at every tournament." His playful words made you blush, fully aware of the harmless flirtation at play. You knew you weren't doing anything wrong, yet the room seemed to spin, overwhelming you with a sudden rush of emotions. Excusing yourself, you swiftly made your way towards the ladies' room, seeking a moment alone to gather your thoughts in the midst of the whirlwind celebration.

As Carlos and Charles walked into the restaurant, accompanied by a group of older executives, they immediately spotted you amidst the crowd. Charles couldn't help but make a lighthearted remark, "Funny seeing you here, Y/N! Any chance you can introduce us to the Wimbledon champion?" Relief washed over you, knowing they hadn't overheard your conversation with Taylor. Taylor was stunned to say the least as you walked back to the bar with two rather muscular men by your side.

“Taylor, meet the Scuderia Ferrari boys. Boys, meet Taylor.” The handshake exchanged between the three men was cordial, but Carlos, always quick-witted and ever possessive, raised one of his infamous eyebrows and chimed in, "Thanks for the introduction but I’m your boyfriend more importantly, no?" The playful remark had a tinge of jealousy in it, causing a momentary pause in the conversation.

Just then, Alexa, your ever-supportive confidante, happened to pass by. In her extremely inebriated state, she voiced what had been gnawing at her mind, "Not for long if you don't treat her right. You barely show up for her." Alexa had been there through the ups and downs of your rollercoaster of a relationship, aware of the challenges posed by long-distance and the strain it had placed on the both of you.

Overwhelmed by the weight of it all, you felt the need to escape for a moment. Without a word, you made your way outside, craving the coolness of the night air. Carlos, sensing your distress, followed closely behind. Observing your shivering, he swiftly handed you his navy blazer, offering you comfort in the only way he knew how.

"I'm sorry I haven’t been putting us first lately. I can tell I'm losing you," Carlos admitted with a hint of vulnerability in his eyes, his hands fidgeting nervously—a telltale sign of his unease. You could tell he was hurting as he struggled to find the right words. He had been grappling with the reality of your relationship slipping away, yet hesitant to poke the bear.

“It’s not just you, Carlos. It’s me too. Neither of us has been putting in the work and it shows.” Carlos nodded as his gaze softened.

“Where do we go from here?” Carlos muttered.

"Where do we go from here?" you repeated, mulling over the open-ended question. It held infinite possibilities, a multitude of paths stretching out before the two of you. And in that moment, you knew what you wanted more than anything.

A smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you looked up at Carlos, a spark dancing in your eyes. "Let's just walk around the city like we used to. Take me anywhere, as long as the night ends with you and me together."

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yourusername: what a weekend! catching up with forever friends, getting my steps in, and watching the sunrise with my person 💚

alexafritz: you’re stuck with me for life

yourusername: i love this photo of you, lex! i’d be lost in a world without you 🫶🏼

carlossainz55: solamente mía

pierregasly: how dare you even think of going to wimbledon without me, @charles_leclerc 😤

charles_leclerc: calme-toi, mate! i didn’t even get to go but i did meet @taylorfritz 😏

yourusername: get a room

fan1: i went on a run in primrose hill this morning but i didn't want to bother carlos and @yourusername because they looked so blissfully in love

taylorfritz: you and lex are the best (loudest) cheerleaders 📢

yourusername: rooting for you always!

update: part two here ➡️

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charlosvibesonly · 4 months

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Racing Hearts - Part 5

pairing : max x fem! driver/reader

it's the race. no mistakes this time.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

The dim light in the storage room painted shadows across Max's face as he cornered you, his presence looming. His eyes, once warm, now held a glint of intensity, and his hands, which once felt comforting, now gripped with an undeniable force. His gaze penetrated deep, and the room seemed to shrink with the weight of unspoken emotions.

"It's this headstrong nature of yours that I really like," Max uttered, his voice dropping into a low, serious tone. The compliment hung in the air, both sincere and unsettling.

"But we can't have two winners. You pull a foolish trick in the next race, and you will regret it," he whispered, the words sending a shiver down your spine. The proximity, the seriousness in his eyes, left you momentarily breathless.

Then, as abruptly as he had cornered you, Max released his grip, letting you go. The door closed behind him, leaving you alone in the room. The echoes of his words lingered, and the contrast between the current tension and the shared bond of a few weeks ago felt like an emotional whiplash, almost breaking you down.

The Mexico Grand Prix loomed ahead. This was the race. No mistakes.

As you slid into the sleek cockpit, you caught Max's piercing gaze. His eyes, once warm, were now cold, sending a shiver down your spine. You couldn't afford to let his intensity unsettle you; the race demanded your full focus.

The lights dimmed, and the engines roared to life. The race commenced, the cars hurtling down the track in a synchronized dance of power and precision. Pit stops unfolded, tires screeched on asphalt, and the fierce competition played out in each carefully calculated maneuver.

The Mexico Grand Prix, notorious for its high-altitude challenges, became a theater of strategy and skill. The commentators narrated the unfolding drama, dissecting every move with fervor.

"Here in Mexico, the stakes are high, and the racers are relentless. Verstappen and Y/N are neck and neck, trading positions like seasoned gladiators."

The race progressed, each lap intensifying the struggle for supremacy. As the final laps approached, your heart raced with the anticipation of the imminent showdown. Max, fueled by the warning he'd delivered earlier, clung to your tail, ready to exploit any vulnerability.

Approaching the last lap, the tension reached its zenith. The commentary box crackled with excitement.

"This is it, folks! The Mexico Grand Prix has delivered an edge-of-the-seat experience. Y/N and Verstappen are on a collision course, the finish line drawing near. Hopefully, this race gives us our champion."

The cars thundered down the straight, and Max, with the aid of DRS, closed in. Wheel to wheel, the race entered a heart-stopping crescendo.

In the cockpit, you held the steering wheel tightly with determination. Beside you, Max's car loomed, threatening to tip the scales with each passing second. The finish line lay ahead, a ribbon waiting to crown the victor. The crowd was on the edge of the seat.

Who could cross it first?

#max verstappen #f1 #max verstappen imagines #max verstappen x you #max verstappen x reader #max verstappen imagine #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #f1 fic #f1 fanfic #formula 1 imagine #formula 1

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goodoldfashionedengineer · 3 months

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Lego Batman Family Matters is so ridiculous but I love it.

You will not believe how funny this movie actually is.

Is it out of character? YES, especially on Bruce and Damian's front.

Is it still batfam dynamic? Also yes.

In this movie, Bruce sells Wayne Enterprises because he believes that Bruce Wayne stops him from doing what's really important. Crime-fighting.

Harvey Dent hates Bruce because he believes that he has all this money and doesn't use it enough for good. And yes, he buys WE. Also, he works for Jason because they both think that Bruce owns half the city, yet he neglects the things he's supposed to love (This IS actually half of Jason's motivation. Gotham IS his city. It's just that it's more personally motivated)

So Jason sends Batman, Nightwing, Batgirl and Batwoman letters on where to meet him. There he gives them the location of four bombs. They decide to split up. When the bombs that Batwoman and Batgirl were supposed to handle were disarmed, he shocks them.

Btw, Babs and Dick have a fight going on because Dick didn't respond to her text. The reason? He didn't always want to write a thumbs up but something original, like a smiley face with a heart. When Barbara was under the influence of fear toxin, she saw a version of herself that claimed to be better than her and told her "he probably responds Starfire immediately".

He managed to shock Robin!Damian too, but Nightwing was with him and now they're trying to beat the shit out of each other. They even had a car chase, constantly made quips at each other and Jason launched a granate or something at his car so Dick will have to jump out, giving him the opportunity to also shock him.

Meanwhile Bruce is having a showdown with Two-Face at the theatre and Billy Batson, who wants to get an interview with him to earn money for the orphanage, is also there with him. In the end, BILLY had to disable the bomb because Bruce just straight up forgot about it???

By the way, he got to the theatre with another guy, but had to make the guys errands first, because Jason stole the tires from the batmobile. Bruce was so completely useless for this entire fight, he didn't even capture Harvey, he escaped. Everyone else DID. Sucks to be outnached by your family but my guy, I feel no sympathy.

So then Red Hood calls and says he has his family and they're gonna talk about this at home. So Bruce gets home, Jason says "Daddy's home" and rankd Bruce entrance as a 9.5 because the hero landing is so from last year.

Yes, so, anyway.

Damian, Barbara, Dick, Katherine and Alfred are all suspended in the air by their arms. Bruce reveals Jason's identity.

Damian: The second Robin? I thought he was dead!

Jason: You told them I was dead?!

Bruce: ... That's not what I said.

Bruce explains that he figured it out because the locations were personal clues tied to their civilian identity. And how one was the alley where Jason stole his tires the first time. Damian laughs and thinks it's so cool. Dick also laughs and imitates a lecture Bruce probably gave him after that.

Overall, a real nice bonding moment for the boys.

EXCEPT TWO OF THEM ARE HUNG IN THE AIR.

Aaaanyway, Jason accuses Bruce that he kicked Jason out, leaving him with no family, when in reality, Jason left because Jason rather wanted to play video games than go on patrol and one day Bruce pulled the plug. Jason had enough of "Bat-rules and Bat-curfews" and got on his bike and said "I'm leaving". He waited for a response, didn't got one and left.

Present Jason then told Bruce that if he'd cared, he would have stopped him. So Bruce shows him that he got daily updates from his satellite on Jason's adventures and Jason lets his family go.

My guy, a SATELLITE doesn't replace your parental supervision.

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fu66sun · 6 months

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telepath; 이동혁

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wc: 1,410

on a chilly autumn evening, the library was the spot for a silent but intense standoff between you and haechan as you tried to study for your looming midterm exam. the library's vibe was peaceful, filled with the subtle rustling of pages and the occasional whispered conversations.

discontentment had been building within you, making you irritable. your hair was unruly, your clothes felt uncomfortable, and even the sound of haechan's breathing was enough to make your blood boil.

haechan, could you please keep your music down? i'm trying to focus here—you whispered, irritation evident.

haechan was not in the best of moods either, whether due to your presence or his ongoing struggle with a particularly vexing problem. he shot back — what's your problem, y/n? i can't study in complete silence. and don't tell me you've never heard of headphones.

you continued in a hushed tone

—haechan, i don't mind if you listen to music, but your taste is atrocious, and it's loud enough for the entire library to hear. have some consideration for others.

haechan's patience was wearing thin, and your talent for getting under his skin was apparent. — my taste is atrocious? that's rich coming from someone who probably listens to elevator music and taylor swift.

—you know, haechan, elevator music is more sophisticated than whatever noise you're playing. this is a library, not your personal concert hall. besides, dude, what does taylor has to do with any of this?

a smirk played on haechan's lips as he added with a hint of sarcasm —oh, i'm sorry, i didn't realize you owned the place. maybe you should run for library monitor of the year, y/n.

the tension in the library escalated, and with renjun nowhere in sight to mediate, you raised your voice at him.

—that's not the point, haechan! the point is, you're being disruptive, and it's making it impossible for me to study. you're impossible, haechan! this is why i can't stand you. you're always so inconsiderate and arrogant!

haechan, not one to back down from a challenge, responded with equal fervor— and you're so uptight and bossy! you act like you own the place.

the library's hushed atmosphere had been disturbed by the verbal showdown between you and haechan. your personalities clashed like two storms, temporarily sidelining your study session and adding a touch of drama to an otherwise quiet, book-filled setting.

when renjun finally made his entrance into the library, it was like a scene straight out of a cartoon. you know, the kind where the hero comes in to save the day. and believe me, you needed some saving.

he just strolled in like he owned the place, as if he hadn't noticed the boiling tension that was about to reach its climax between you and haechan.

but here's the thing, renjun might have looked chill on the outside, but you could see it in his eyes - he knew something was up. he took a quick scan of the room, and his gaze landed on you, locked in a fiery verbal duel with haechan. it was like he had walked into the lion's den, and boy, did he always have a front-row seat to the show.

now, you've got to understand, the library was supposed to be this sanctuary of silence and concentration. but with you and haechan going at it, it felt more like a battlefield. your voices clashed with the hushed whispers of the other students, and the tension was so thick you could practically cut it with a knife.

renjun broke the silence. — hey, what's going on, guys? — he asked, his eyes bouncing back and forth between you and haechan. it was like he had a sixth sense for detecting conflict when it came to you and decided to intervene before things got out of hand.

you were the first to spill the beans.— haechan and i were just, you know, having a disagreement about his music. it's just too loud, and he doesn't seem to care.

haechan's face shifted from annoyed to more neutral as he responded — yeah, and y/n here thinks she's the queen of the library, telling everyone what to do.

it was like renjun had waved a magic wand or something because suddenly, the argument cooled down. haechan reluctantly agreed to turn down the music, and you gave a little nod, agreeing to wear headphones. renjun had brought some much-needed zen into the room.

with the music at a more tolerable level, renjun took a seat at your table, and you got back to studying. the library got back to being quiet, just the usual soft sounds of flipping pages and whispers.

in the days following your heated argument in the library, you couldn't help but stew over your frustration with haechan. the clash over something as seemingly trivial as his music had escalated into a bitter argument that had left you seething. it was a constant reminder of your conflicting personalities and how much you disliked haechan's behavior.

as you sat in a quiet corner of the campus courtyard, you couldn't hold back your feelings any longer.

renjun — you began, a note of exasperation in your voice—i've been thinking about our little trio with haechan. to be honest, i don't understand why we even hang out with him. i mean, he's impossible. i don't even consider him a friend, and... i think i might even hate his stupid guts.

renjun looked at you with a mixture of surprise and concern.

—hate is a strong word, y/n. why do you feel this way?

you leaned in, frustration evident.

— it's not just that one library incident. it's everything about him. it's the debates, it's the constant need to comment on everything i do or don't do. he's so inconsiderate and arrogant. he's constantly pushing my buttons, and I can't stand it. I thought college would be a fresh start, a chance to meet people who are different, but I never expected someone like haechan.

—i get it, y/n. haechan can be a handful, and he's definitely not everyone's cup of tea. but, he has his good sides too, you know?

haechan's expression hardened at renjun's sudden interest in the topic—hate, huh? well, i can't say i'm a big fan of her either.

renjun was taken aback by haechan's response.

—what do you mean, you're not a fan of her?

haechan sighed, leaning back in his chair.

—i don't know, renjun. there's just something about her that really pisses me off. she's so uptight and bossy. it's like she thinks she owns the place. i don't doubt that she's a good friend to you. but I can't stand the way she tries to control everything and act like she's better than everyone else. it's like she's always looking for reasons to argue with me.

now that you and haechan knew how much you hated each other, things seemed to cool down a bit. you didn't want anything to do with him an neither did you. at least the rest of your first semester was a little bit calmer. yes, you did hang out with each other, but never exchanged words, or looks, or anything at all.

you were now, simply, classmates.

at the beginning of the second semester, haechan would be assigned a new roommate, chenle. it was safe to say that you were initially skeptical about how this would pan out.

the three of you already knew chenle because he was in some of your previous classes. you'd exchanged several conversations and were no strangers to one another. that's why you couldn't help but wonder if their personalities would clash, much like yours and haechan's had in the past.

but, over time, something surprising happened. you noticed that haechan and chenle began to bond over shared interests. and they even shared their experiences going to the same stupid high school.

surprised by the seemingly quick development of their friendship, you and renjun decided to give it a chance. and slowly but surely, chenle was almost all the time with the both you.

chenle had a naturally partying persona. he would always brag about this bar near campus, insistin that the four of you should go. and most of the time he would end up convincing haechan, but never renjun or you.

however that would change now that the school was closing down for winter vacations and everyone had to go home for the holidays.

taglist yayy: @sunflowerhae @sundamariis @yesohhsehun @hcheach <3<3<3<3 hope this meets your expectations ahhh

#haechan #nct #nct dream #nct haechan #haechan angst #haechan au #haechan x reader #haechan smut #lee donghyuck #lee donghyuck x reader #haechan x y/n #lee donghyuk x y/n #i just love that they hate each other #i hate them too #and you will hate me too

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The Worst Trope Ever Showdown: Round 1, Side B

Always Chaotic Evil

A whole race/culture within the setting who are just evil for the sake of being evil.

Propaganda:

Racist as fuck!

From a narrative standpoint, it does limit storytelling and opportunities for character development. On another level, it’s riddled with dodgy implications when played straight (ie certain cultures/races/ethnicities are purely and inherently evil with maybe one or two exceptions and anything the “good races” do to them is justified or just doesn’t matter). Given how frequently speculative fiction (you know, Sci Fi, Fantasy and Horror) is used to mirror or comment on the real world, this gets a lot uglier and more horrifying for too many reasons to go into here. Look, when Dungeons and Dragons are moving away from this sort of thing and even JRR Tolkien (the father of modern fantasy) thought that trope was distasteful and regretted not showing more sympathetic aspects/members of the orcs in the text, it’s safe to say that this is a bad trope.

making an entire fantasy race all pure evil w zero nuance is just...hmmm

Plot Twist

A sudden, unexpected development in the plot.

Propaganda:

obviously can be well done but…. game of thrones

#the worst trope ever showdown #wtes polls #anti tropeaganda #always chaotic evil #plot twist #tw racism

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The Play That Goes Wrong: The Cornley Polytechnic Drama Society prepare to stage their new production – the 1920s murder mystery 'Murder at Haversham Manor'. However the set is not yet complete and there is no time to finish it off…..the show must go on! With a murder (and a moving corpse) established from the beginning, the murder mystery gets into full flow. However, the props start to disappear, actors go missing and the set begins to collapse around, and often on, the cast. Mayhem ensues, the acting gets worse, and the set becomes increasingly dangerous, but the company struggle on regardless.

A Doll's House: Nora and Torvald Helmer have a seemingly traditional nineteenth-century marriage. Torvald adores his wife, although he belittles her comprehension of the world. However, Nora has lived with a secret for years. She forged her father’s signature in order to borrow money to take her husband to Italy for recuperation after an illness. Her husband, Torvald, is now in a senior position working at the bank and Nora has been paying off the loan in installments. Yet her secret is about to be revealed when Torvald threatens to fire Nils Krogstad, the man Nora borrowed the money from.

Propaganda under the cut!

The Play That Goes Wrong:

Goofy, silly, I love these characters your honor. A second floor of a set falls down.

Silly! Energetic! Disastrous!

It was fun and I had a good time :)

It's the most incredible straight play of modern time. It's the stereotypical murder mystery, but with Murphy's law applied to the actual production- everything that can go wrong, does. We don't simply have the characters on the stage, we also have the actors playing them, who are all so well developed with their own foibles. From "I'm Chris Bean, the Die-rector" until the set literally falls apart, it's the funniest thing in the world, and you won't stop laughing even after you've left the theatre. More than the humor, though, it makes the theatre, and all its quirks, accessible. It demonstrates how much work goes into making a show happen, both onstage and behind the scenes. That appreciation is something very rarely shown let alone celebrated- and celebrated is the right word here. For even when everything goes wrong, and everything DOES in fact go wrong, they keep going. The show must go on, and it does, and it's wonderful. Also the three guys who star in it wrote it, and they're actually the sweetest guys ever, which is a rarity in the world of the arts.

A Doll's House:

The ending really got me! I wasn't expecting it.

#the play that goes wrong #a doll's house #round 3 #polls #the straight play showdown

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Unused Submissions for the Favorite Rivalry Showdown!

justin and trent

please im so tired of seeing fluffy ship art of them THEY DO NOT LIKE EACH OTHER

justin literally got him eliminated i cant imagine they had a good relationship after action

"one time justin threw a tambourine at me and that kinda hurt >:|"

THE GUITAR SNATCH AND GLARE IN CELEBRITY MANHUNT

you know they had the nastiest most jawdropping arguments in the recording room during drama brothers recording sessions

uhh yeah they hate each other they should get to fight to the death as a treat

Alejandro and duncan

they're perfect

Scax

is this a rivalry? idk

Dave vs Leonard

IT'S ME! I DON'T BELIEVE IN YOU! NOW PICK UP THE PIG!

Lindsay vs Courtney

it was brief but it was enjoyable

Izzy and Justin

They're sooo funny, especially cause they're exes

Julia vs Priya

I don’t actually think this is the best one I’m just putting it here because we need more reboot characters in this bracket

Whatever Lindsay and Beth had with Heather after Island

you go girls

Geoff and Trent

hockey bros vs birds

why do they get beat up by birds so frequently

Dawn and Scott

Ok sure they lasted for two scenes but THEY COULD'VE BEEN SUCH GOOD RIVALS MAN

Julia vs Every Other TD '23 Blonde

Nominating this because I think it's funny

Julia and Caleb

I don’t actually gaf about them but i like when julia hit him with a frying pan or something

the roti writers and gen 2 female characters

they did them so dirty :(

bowie vs straight people

he's seen enough

chris vs blaineley

divorced enemies sweep

lightning vs cameron

it was ooc but it kinda slayed

Chris and Sierra

The New York episode. Please Chris should've been a hater the whole season and Sierra wouldn't notice it would be funny. See my vision

Ezekiel Vs Death

I just know Death keeps snapping those bony fingers any time Ezekiel escapes death

Emma and Julia

white on white violence

Terry and Chref

We saw that tweet

Mal and Julia

Mal plays the game really well and Julia's getting insecure. But I have faith Julia will triumph

Marmaduke and Garfield

I love tti

Me vs Blaineley

We are currently fighting over who gets 2 date Kelly (I'm winning)

larry v chef

chef’s gotta defend his man what can I say

Everyone (- Priya) Vs Caleb

He literally has no friends.

priya's personality versus the writers

season 2. need I say more?

Heather Vs Blaineley

I cannot tell you how funny it is that Blaineley turned up to the TD jumbo jet and chose violence against a girl half her age

Ezekiel and Chris

demolish that monster zeke

Sky vs Dave

He tried to kill her I think this counts as a rivalry at least a little bit

Damien vs Millie

Yeah! The finish line!

Duncney

toxic yaoi

Noah anf Harold

autism on autism violence and we love that

do alejandro and noah count,,, if not im voting leshawna and heather

brainrot says so

jasmine and shawn

just being a hater here, they were much more tolerable (but still crappy) when she hated him over them being a couple

dramarama ella and dramarama max

why couldnt this be their dynamic in the canon show

Damien & Julia

WE WERE ROBBED OF THEM!!!!

MK vs the bear

They literally fought in a duel together

Geoff/Bridgette and blaineley

Ma'am that's a child. Leave him by

Mal Vs Duncan

They suck I hope they get in so they're elimination fodder so someone else can go forward easily.

alejandro puppet and heather

1984

Wayne and me

I hate you little white boy! Get a job

#favorite rivalry showdown #unused submissions

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Zhongli playing the longest con in fucking history being a dragon sovereign and also an archon. Does he keep his powers? Like. Is that a thing? Does he fight to be victor of geo and end up with keeping it but being under celestias purview? Or is he straight up like. A reincarnation like Neuvillette like hi yes I am a normal mountain dragon adeptus god from Liyue here to fight in the archon war for a gnosis? I love this idea so much

it could be a neuvillette situation but i think the Longest Con only gets funnier the longer it goes on for? so for the sake of the Funny i'd like to think he's the Original sovereign. like- ignoring azhdaha (?). if he's the original guy, then it'd be like- he was among the first ones if not the first one to sort of see where things in the world were headed, and figured he stood a better chance at one day restoring order to this entire fiasco by just- playing along and going with the flow instead of rebelling and fighting a losing fight.

of course, this sort of comes into conflict with the gnoses' creation? bc they were made of the original sovereigns? so like. i guess you can always make the argument that, as a liyue creature, he could do the thing were he discards his mortal body and takes on a spiritual form? so like- he allowed his body to die, and then made up his human-esque form he has now to masquerade as a random god. so celestia would use his now empty dead body to make the gnosis, and it was only a matter of winning the archon war with his new identity and gaining the gnosis, which was essentially just getting his powers back only celestia had a sort of cctv on him at all times. thus truly beginning the Longest Con of pretending he was incapable of breaking celestia's hold over the gnosis and reclaiming his throne as the sovereign at any random point in time and playing along like he was some random god under their control. all the while he would've been like neuvillette pre-focalors' last act in terms of power, where he had the powers of the sovereign, he just lacked the authority (even though the gnosis was right there, but for the sake of the bit, he had to pretend he couldn't just reclaim it at any time)

it's so funny to think about. catch neuvillette being the first (after guizhong) to ever find out about the plan bc he came across zhongli one day (more like zhongli allowed himself to be found by him bc apparently canonically he can just avoid whoever he pleases in liyue) and tried to confront him as an archon and just like- zhongli would've just given him a Look, and neuvillette would've Known, and he would've just been left standing there while zhongli just walked away. neuvillette would've been too perturbed to really tell anyone and would've just like- avoided thinking about the situation until the Final Showdown or whatever.

fucking hilarious AU

#anyway #imagine this ends up being canon #hoyo you have the oportunity to do the funniest fucking play in history #please it would be hilarious #unlikely but still

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Alright here are ten more albums. These ones are just my personal picks. Some that you prolly don't know and some you definitely do. I think you should listen to all of them because I like them a lot and if you don't like them then I promise I will cry a little.

Lemon Demon - Spirit Phone

Okay so I know that half of you just checked out because this is a 'meme album' and you simply will not take me seriously no matter what but honestly if that's you then go fuck yourself. Anyway Neil Cicierega is an internet fixture. He has brought us animutation, The Ultimate Showdown Of Ultimate Destiny, Mouth Sounds, Potter Puppet Pals, Brodyquest, Ariel Needs Legs, and probably a lot of other things I'm forgetting. So it isn't really a surprise that his first full album under the Lemon Demon moniker in a decade went down as a piece of weird internet errata as well. The thing is, Spirit Phone is a fucking masterpiece.

The subject matter is the occult, conspiracy theories, urban legends, aliens, cryptids, and conservatives. Nothing too weird, but the way he tackles these subjects is. Let's take Cabinet Man for example, it plays on the urban legend of the haunted arcade cabinet Polybius. But Cabinet Man is told from the point of view of the machine itself. It's about a man who turns himself into an arcade cabinet and about his life as an arcade cabinet. The very next track, No Eyed Girl, is a doo wop styled love song written to a lovecraftian horror. And yes this is all very Quirky™ but Cicierega never wink at the camera, he never lets on that this is a joke. Just like unironically here's a song about sexualizing (even if he insists it isn't sexual) eating mummies. Why not? The frenetic pacing always keeps you off balance too so there is no way to get used to the weirdness other than to let yourself be subsumed by it.

"But wait!" I hear you saying "what was that thing about conservatism? What does that have to do with the occult?" I'm glad you asked because I think the funniest thing this album does is deliver three songs in a row that have nothing to do with the rest of the album's main themes. As Your Father I Expressly Forbid It, I Earned My Life, and Reaganomics all satirize American boomer conservatism. I think putting them there after all the conspiracy theory stuff is brilliant. The paranoid, surreal attitudes of the first half of the album contrasted against the equally paranoid and surreal attitudes of conservatives. Finally I just want to mention my number one favorite thing about this album and it's that I Earned My Life is written in the style of Paul Simon's Graceland. That makes me laugh. What an effortless takedown of a legendary artist and album.

Ween - The Mollusk

Ween are a pretty weird band. And my standards for what counts as weird are pretty high. So the fact that their least weird album is this nautically themed psychedelic hellscape isn't saying much. The Mollusk sounds how low tide smells. The album is like the rhyme of the ancient mariner but the albatross is replaced by hundreds of barnacles. It is a decaying mess, but it's also jaunty and fun. Purely stupid nonsense like Waving My Dick In The Wind and Dancing In The Show Tonight are placed side by side with the intense and horror tinged Golden Eel and Mutilated Lips.

Musically Ween are uncharacteristically cohesive. Sure they run the gamut of genres from intense proggy numbers to punk and alternative rock and some showtunesy stuff, but it's all mastered as wet as possible. By the way y'all know when I say a sound is wet I mean heavily processed as opposed to dry which is raw unprocessed audio right? There is copious reverb, chorus and especially phasing on every song until they all sound like waves crashing against a rock.

Perhaps the weirdest thing about The Mollusk is that it is, I think at least, the only Ween album to contain a straight cover. Cold Blows The Wind is just a folk song that Gener and Deaner just play dead straight. That is very unusual for a band that prefers to vaguely mock artists or styles rather than just do them. Of course that track is immediately followed by a song called Pink Eye On My Leg so don't take these guys seriously for too long.

Atom And His Package - A Society Of People Named Elihu

There is no other album that feels more like an inside joke among high schoolers that you aren't privy to the context for. Adam Goren repeatedly name drops his friends and talks about things very specific to his life. The album is a mess of unfettered id where no concept is dwelt on for very long and no hesitation is given before launching into something completely unrelated. The very first track contemplates a hypothetical Punk Rock Academy before losing track of itself and barreling full throttle into an interpolation of Eddie Money's Take Me Home Tonight. This kind of thing happens a lot. Me And My Black Metal friends interpolated Dexys Midnight Runners' hit Come On Eileen for no apparent reason other than that is what started going through Goren's head at the time. This album has three different birthday songs on it, the first of which has the refrain "Happy Birthday Ralph, I love you, even though you are fucking disgusting." Who is Ralph? You aren't asking the right questions.

Oh yeah and this album is entirely just a guy singing over a drum machine and keyboard. But it's also kind of a punk rock album. Atom And His Package don't sound super punk at first glance, but he has the ethos. And structurally, well there's a little more punk rock in here than you might expect. I'll stand by A Society Of People Named Elihu as a punk rock album because it's funny and I think that is what Adam Goren would want.

TV On The Radio - Return To Cookie Mountain

There's a lot of art rock out there that I'm totally in love with. But TV On The Radio are on a different level. They are extremely catchy, but also different than anything else around them. They exist somewhere in between 00s post punk revival and, uh honestly I don't know. I thought something would come to me as I was typing this. There is nothing to compare the unique use of drums and percussion to create both rhythmic and textural elements while the bass guitar makes up the majority of the melody. The members of the band all harmonize beautifully on vocals and when you break the songs down you find just a few instruments being layered into a looping, spiraling current of sound. A Method and Dirtywhirl especially sound like they are physically spiralling. They use looped percussion and bass, repetitive singsong vocals, and thrumming rhythms to create a completely unique sonic landscape that is both overwhelming and extremely addictive. It is too easy for me to finish this album and then put it back on again because there is nothing else that scratches the itch this album gives me.

Between The Buried And Me - Colors

I don't usually like to be this absolute, but Colors is my favorite metal album. Between The Buried And Me are consistently amazing but Colors is the best showcase of their range and fluidity with which they traverse various styles. At a base level Colors is a progressive metalcore album, a genre which has probably just turned a few people off of listening. But if you aren't usually into metalcore don't fear there is a lot more going on here than bad screaming and bad chugging. No BTBAM weave together intense thrash like riffing, high speed guitar solos, intense screaming, melodic jazzy solos, chromatic breakdowns, catchy clean vocal segments and frequent tempo changes with an artistry and ease that makes it hard to notice when the style does an abrupt change. Every linking segment is so natural that the tech death screams in Sun Of Nothing will transition to the melodic refrain without any sense of tonal dissonance. Even when you hit the end of Ants Of The Sky and hear them go into a full bluegrass hoedown it is just completely natural. No other album makes 10+ minute songs go by so fast. There are so many hour long metal albums out there that drag on for the sake of length alone and Colors just shits in their faces and proves that you can go on for an hour and keep an audience completely engaged the whole time.

They Might Be Giants - Lincoln

They Might Be Giants are a never ending supply of witty turns of phrase. Some are seemingly nonsequiturs like "tour the world in a heavy metal band / but they run out of gas the plane can never land" others are clever "which one of us is the one we can't trust / you say that I think it's you but I don't agree with that" and others seem like nonsense but probably mean something deeper if you just stop and think about it "how sleepless is the egg knowing that which throws the stone foresees the bone, the bone, our only home is bone". They will get at some wild themes lyrically while still maintaining an upbeat sound. That weird tonal gap is what makes songs like I've Got A Match and They'll Need A Crane into more than just songs about bad relationships. It helps obfuscate the actually bleakness of Lie Still Little Bottle, a song about being addicted to uppers. And it leaves you wondering about the seemingly pure goofy songs like Shoehorn With Teeth and Cowtown. Also you might be interested to know that Where Your Eyes Don't Go is a favorite song of local Tumblr Celebrity™ Neil Gaiman. So there's your seal of approval if you needed one.

Macintosh Plus - Floral Shoppe

Vaporwave is such a beautiful genre. It is a musical consomme where other songs are melted down until there is nothing left but the essence of the original piece. A distinctly recognizable flavor, but rendered into broth. The idea of taking a song and picking out very specific bits and then slowing them down repeating them over and over until you have turned the ten second sample into a five minute song is incredible.

Floral Shoppe is not the first, and maybe not even the best vaporwave record, but it is the blueprint that a lot of artists would seek to imitate. The track リサフランク420 / 現代のコンピュー (Lisa Frank 420 / modern computing) made some waves for having a very overt and recognizable sample and leading to people joking that the genre was just "Diana Ross slowed down". And derogatory as that sounds it is also true. The song is seven minutes of just the chorus of Diana Ross' It's Your Move looped, slowed down, and otherwise abused until it just isn't the same song anymore. What Floral Shoppe did was bring the idea of the transformative property of context to a wider audience. The question of authorship is essential to vaporwave. Most vaporwave artists will use one off monikers for albums. In fact Macintosh Plus is a one off project under the larger Vektroid umbrella. Vektroid herself is one of the most prolific and significant vaporwave artists out there and honestly I don't even think Floral Shoppe is her best work, but it is the most important.

But is it good? That's the real question. The philosophical implications of art are nice and all but is it good to listen to? Yeah it's extremely enjoyable. Listening to Floral Shoppe is like living in a slightly fucked up betamac tape that is playing commercials for new shopping malls. It captures a sense of nostalgia, but also warps it into a surreal dreamscape. Parts stutter, they loop just before the part of the song you know plays, they are repeated over and over until you feel like something is wrong. The nostalgia is recontextualized as something artificial. Like it is reminding you that the way you feel about the past is manufactured. Your memories are already corrupted by capitalism and if you could see through the matrix you would hear the broken mechanisms underneath.

The Field - From Here We Go Sublime

The Field is hard to pin down. While basically a tech-house project it is also quite a bit unlike other tech-house/minimal/ambient techno projects. I was enthralled the first time I ever put on this record. There's something ethereal about the heavily altered vocal samples. Every sound rendered distant and breathy. This is the sound of the sun glaring off of fresh snow in the winter. This is the sound that plays when you transcend your human body to become a being of pure energy. If the obelisk from 2001 A Space Odyssey was a DJ this is what it would play. It is impossible to not feel subsumed by this music, to want to just close your eyes and imagine you are floating. From Here We Go Sublime is one of the prettiest albums I have ever heard and I think even people who aren't into techno might be able to appreciate it.

The Streets - A Grand Don't Come For Free

Look me in the eye. I'm serious look at me. Mike Skinner is a good rapper. No I'm not joking. No I don't like this album "ironically". A Grand Don't Come For Free is one of my top ten hip hop albums of all time. Right up there with Nas and J-Dilla and Kanye and shit. Skinner's flow is unconventional and, at first glance, very bad. But what he is doing is incorporating a very casual conversational style into his rapping to help communicate the personalities and moods of the characters in the story.

Oh yeah by the way this is a concept album. It's about Mike, his two friends Dan and Scott, and his new girlfriend Simone. Mike loses 1000 pounds, gets really paranoid that one of his friends stole it, and then let's that paranoia ruin all of his interpersonal relationships. The album starts by setting up the list money and various aspects of Mike's life like his new romance and gambling addiction to set up the very everyman vibes. As Mike rambles through awkward small talk, bad decisions, bad relationships, and the slow burn out of his empathy he becomes actually really relatable. Every time Mike does something that is frustrating and stupid it just kinda endears him to me. I want to see this idiot do better. Even on Get Out Of My House where he is trying to explain to Simone that he wasn't at her place while she was hungover because he was picking up his epilepsy medication and is, by any reasonable account in the right, he sucks so hard at making his point that he still comes off as the asshole. This is punctuated by guest rapper C-Mone actually rapping much better than Mike on her verses. In fact how well a character is rapping is very much tied to how confident they are at the moment with Mike being more noticeably on beat on Not Addicted and Such A Twat and sounding really off on Get Out Of My House and It Was Supposed To Be So Easy.

The beats are not just straightforward things for Skinner to rap weird style over though. The beats often contain weird syncopation and odd rhythms that make it feel like rather than not being able to stay on beat the vocals and the beat are just circling around each other. Always in sync but never knowing each other's exact location. The way these two elements come together creates the backbone for A Grand Don't Come For Free's atmosphere of disorientation and lack of control. Mike's story is ultimately about him trying to latch onto any part of his life that he thinks he can control and constantly having those things slip away from him. He finds the £1000 in the back of his broken TV by the way.

The Mountain Goats - Beat The Champ

I got into The Mountain Goats way back when Moral Orel was airing it's infamous third season back in 08. I listened to John Darnielle's entire discography even the very rough first couple of tapes. And after all that I was pretty sure that this was my new favorite band and that no album anyone released were ever gonna top All Hail West Texas, Tallahassee, or The Sunset Tree. Fast forward seven years and I see he's working on a new album. It's gonna be about wrestling. I figure it will be pretty good, because Mountain Goats albums basically bottom out at pretty good. So the album releases, I listen to it, and instantly I know that I have forever been changed. I don't know how many times one man can keep doing this to me, but by God was I changed. I'm kinda into wrestling now as a direct result of this album.

The beauty of Darnielle's writing is that he can tease the meaning out of literally anything. Mountain Goats song don't have grand concepts. Beat The Champ's songs can be summed up easily. "Retired wrestler drives to the next show" "a biography of a wrestler that Darnielle liked as a kid" "a biography of a different wrestler that Darnielle liked as a kid" "a guy who takes his gimmick too seriously". But this isn't what the songs are about. They are about feeling tired of routine and being resigned to the fact that this will be the rest of your life. They are about how the world looks through the eyes of a child. They are about finding fulfillment in life even once you have passed your prime. They are about shutting out your emotions until you become a toxic person. These songs aren't about wrestling, but also they are. Beat The Champ made me think about how difficult pro wrestling is. You need a hyperapecific skill set that includes acting, athletics, acrobatic, and improv. And then if you are the absolute best at all those things hing and end up being the best wrestler ever? Well no one really respects pro wrestling so you get fuck all for it. The strange place these people occupy and the emotions that come with it are the perfect vessel for analyzing human experience at large. Wrestling, John Darnielle posits, is a microcosm for all life. We all play parts, we do heel turns now and then, we all fear being unmasked. Wrestlers deal with literal manifestations of human fear and Beat The Champ taps into that to create an album that both comments on human anxieties in a very real way and to humanize the people behind the kayfabe.

#lemon demon #ween #atom and his package #tv on the radio #between the buried and me #they might be giants #macintosh plus #vektroid #the field #the streets #the mountain goats #500 album gaiden

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nyimasu · 7 months

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─── EVERYTHING YOU ARE IS MINE

🀦. BLOSSOMS OF INK, INDEX

SYNOPSIS — it's the final showdown at your flat and everyone is in for a huge surprise when the game "never have I ever..." shakes things up and your plan changes its course of action

CONTENT WARNING! — modern!au, consensual consumption of alcohol and we3d, everyone in this is fruity (even kenjaku), use of strap-ons, pegging, teasing, breath play, rough kissing, wlw dynamics, fingering (f receiving), nipple play, face-fvcking, double penetration, eventual happy ending | WORD COUNT — 9.6k ( ao3 link )

ANYA'S CORNER — so this is the final chapter for this small series of mine! While I was writing the last part, fleshing it out a bit and all, I was getting emotional because underneath every layer he put on to protect himself, Geto is just a man alone in the world who needs a kiss on the cheek and a hug.

thank you for staying with me 'till the very end. see you soon!

You eventually ended up eating the chocolate cake you so longed for on the way back home.

Thanks to whatever deity was looking out for you, Tsuki and Kenjaku already paid the bill, so what was left to do was wrap the dessert and get in the car. Oh, and the pervy angel by your side, also known as Suguru, drove you both to the flat.

There was no way in hell you could or would drive while eating.

Rule number one: never let futile business such as driving stop you from what the real thing was.

The tattoo artist had eaten his slice before getting in the car, but you had indulged in the moment as your legs rested up on the dashboard.

That quick amorous encounter you and your partner had in the bathroom had been a shot of utter adrenaline straight into your heart.

Risky. Reckless.

And fucking exciting.

However, you wouldn’t do something like that again in the near future.

As you finally parked the car and opened the front door of the flat, a very puzzled Kenjaku looked up. What seemed to be a bottle of alcohol was in his hand, and Yuki was laughing her heart out at something he must’ve said.

The twin shifted his attention from your best friend to you and Suguru, his hand still midair.

«Well, well, well. So this was a trap, indeed» he clicked his tongue, «I knew something was off the moment I saw four drinks at the table.»

«Aw, you poor thing. You should've walked away.» you remarked, a hand on Suguru’s bicep while you threw the keys on the kitchen’s table.

«Why would I when someone as sexy as this bombshell eye-fucked me from across the bar?»

The girl in question furrowed her eyebrows. He still thought he had the upper hand in that situation?

Judging by the energy in the room, Tsuki really was a breath away from eating him alive.

Some time before you explained what the whole situation was, she had confessed something.

"I don’t know if I finally lost it and I should be admitted to some mental facilities, but I swear on my beloved wigs that I saw someone who really looked like Suguru yesterday. He was at the bar and damn, when I tell you they look alike... I mean identical. Or maybe I’m just tripping and Suguru got a ton of piercings in one day." Even though imagining your partner doing such a thing with Satoru’s euphoric laugh as background, you had stopped what you were doing to stare at the girl. She wasn’t aware of it yet, but that wasn’t Suguru.ù Moreover, it seemed he was a regular customer at the same place you and Tsuki used to hang out at. An idea had stroked your overheated brain.

"Let me ask you this: if Suguru wasn’t my partner, would you sleep with him?" The scoop of coconut ice cream had disappeared in Tsukumo’s mouth soon after, pondering about it for a second. Then, the spoon was out and she tilted her head. «Objectively speaking, doll? Abso-fucking-lutely. You know I’m into that type of man.» "Then I have a proposal. Interested?"

And that’s how you two ended up creating the best plan possible to get back at the boy sitting right next to her. No withdrawals, no complications.

Just a day studded with life lessons Kenjaku hadn’t seen coming.

And they were flying right in his face.

Who knew? Maybe he’d enjoy it as much as you and the redhead did during the preparations of the plan.

What you were really looking forward to, though, was the look on your pretty boy’s face the moment the trap snapped shut.

«Join us for a drink.» the blonde winked at you

«It’s been a long time since we got drunk together.»

«And for all the good reasons, damn it. Every time we do, you tend to spill hot tea. About me.»

Suguru giggled in your ear, lips a kiss away from it. «Come on, there’s nothing to be afraid of. And I really want to see how far you wish to go with my brother to defend my honour.»

Sighing, you joined the two sitting on the floor in the living room.

Tsuki had managed to buy half of the convenience store close to the apartment, so you were now facing the concrete possibility of getting drunk before dinner.

Delightful.

She bought just too much of it.

«How about we play a little game while we’re at it, uhm?»

The three of you waited as Kenjaku took a sip of the liquid fire in his hand; in the meantime, you sensed Suguru’s tensed muscles and tried to ease it by sitting in his lap. He loved when you did it. It always calmed him down, and that time was no exception.

«Thank you, petal.»

You left a kiss on his cheek. «Anytime.»

When you returned to the other couple, Kenjaku was staring right at you and the hand on his twin’s. Maybe it was a reach to think that, but you might’ve caught a glimpse of jealousy in Kenjaku’s gaze?

What the fuck was he jealous about, anyway?

«How about we play ‘Strip poker’?»

«In your dreams, jackass.» you replied dead serious. No one else in the room but Suguru and your best friend would’ve seen you in underwear.

The smirk Kenjaku welcomed your response with almost had you break out of character. You weren’t the aggressive type of girl who’d snap for something trivial, but never in your life a narcissist and cocky asshole like him had made you feel the urge to beat the life out of his body.

«What about ‘Never Have I Ever’? This game doesn’t include stripping, but it could have different yet funny side effects.» proposed your best friend, her hand wrapped around the other man’s forearm. Suguru agreed to play the game, and so did you by tilting your head in Yuki’s direction.

She really was having fun with the whole situation.

The girl pretended she didn’t see your little smile and leaned closer to the table to fetch the shot glasses.

‘Never Have I Ever’ wasn’t the table game you were going to go with at first, but your partner gave his opinion about the matter and Tsuki was on the same page: Kenjaku would’ve gone down if enough alcohol was flowing through his veins.

And Tsuki, that little but devilish amazon, had planned quite a show for him under the sheets.

«Let’s unearth some dirty secrets, then.»

The glasses in front of you and Suguru reflected the light above the four of you, showing the distorted silhouette of a very eager Kenjaku and wary Tsuki.

Oh goodness, he really didn’t know what he just put himself into.

At first, the questions both you and your best friend posed were innocent, nothing to be worried about. Nonetheless, Kenjaku had already drank almost six shots when his twin stared right back at him and said:

«Never have I ever hurt someone close to me.»

You turned around so fast to look at the tattoo artist that the zip of his jeans harshly rubbed against the tender flesh of your bare thigh. The motion elicited a silent squeal of pain that got suppressed by the look Suguru was giving to his other self.

It was devoid of any positive vibe, a pit filled with resentment and confusion.

And hurt.

Geto’s soul was aching.

Kenjaku giggled a little and in doing so, the hand holding his glass ran to his mouth. «Guilty of all charges.»

«Why did you do it so many times? Too scared to get your own girl without stepping onto my heart, bastard?»

The man simply stared at his brother. The tension was thick enough to slice up and use it as a brick for construction.

«I was teaching you a lesson.»

«And what was it? That you can get whatever you want, whenever you want just with a snap of your fingers?»

Kenjaku hit the table with a fist, eyes fixated on Geto’s hand on your stomach.

Then a tipsy smile embedded his face.

«Nah, that goes without saying. It’s always been this way between us since we were born.

What I really wanted to engrave in that smart brain of yours is that all women, eventually, will turn their back on you and find another dick to suck.»

He really said it, now.

Suguru’s muscles tensed up against yours, the urge to hit him in the face comparable to you girls’. However, before he could even process that thought and act, Tsuki shoved a hand in Kenjaku’s hair and hauled him closer. A gasp escaped his lips, soon replaced by a muffled sigh caused by your best friend’s nails scratching his scalp.

«Is it now? That’s a really fucked up way to teach one of your siblings a life lesson, one most certainly spit out by some heart-broken stoner downtown when you were still a virgin. Alas, I must say I’m not new to teaching lessons to others, either.»

As the two kept talking, your hand slipped into Suguru’s and squeezed it until his breath caressed your nape. He was coming back to you.

«He’s a really complicated man, isn’t he?» you whispered and the tattoo artist nodded. He then added that, before turning into the jerk that you were now all talking to, Kenjaku was a gentle boy with a passion for music and piercings who got along so well with his younger twin. He’d even befriended Gojo at some point.

«What happened to him?»

Suguru, your ever attentive and caring partner, stroked with delicate touches the flushed expanse of skin you scratched with the zip. «The first woman he’d ever fallen in love with happened. Five years ago, he found her and his ex-best friend in bed, and since that moment his whole persona drastically changed. He claimed all women were snakes who’d bite you at any given occasion and then leave you at the edge of a road, passing on another man to skin alive. That’s the lesson he wanted to pass me on every single time he slept with my former partners.

He finished the work with my last girlfriend, and you know what came next.»

You snorted, rage boiling in your blood like a river in flood. If that was the reason why he’d been such a bitch to his brother, then he was more stupid than you thought him to be.

«Just because someone cheated on him doesn’t mean that all women are worthless pieces of trash. To paint us all with the same brush-», you clicked your tongue and looked at Kenjaku.

«Sometimes I think he doesn’t know the world’s different nuances. No one ever pays attention to them, but they’re important to look at from time to time. They offer you another angle to take the situation from.»

The topic died on its own soon after, the shared will to move on pregnant with each taken breath. The twins had to sort their things out on their own, but at that moment you were there to enjoy the game.

And teach him a significant lesson.

Thirty minutes had passed, and the four of you gobbled the equivalent of one bottle and a half of… was it gin? Vodka? Oh hell.

«Your turn again, bombshell.»

Tsukumo rolled her eyes at the pet name but still raised the glass to her eye line, the next question addressed to you.

«Never have I ever had sex with someone of the same gender.»

For the first time since the game started, you heard Suguru laughing behind you while Kenjaku’s eyes went from you to Yuki a few times.

«You better drink as well, bitch.» your index pointed at her and the girl filled both your empty glasses.

The two of you stared at each other for a solid minute after the shots, memories of what happened between you two flashing before your eyes. It had been fun while it lasted, and you both discovered more about yourselves in that one week together than in almost ten years of friendship.

«Would you like to elaborate?» clearly confused, Kenjaku shifted his attention to Tsuki as you rested your back against Suguru, a soft giggle shaking your chest.

Yes, you were getting drunker and drunker.

«We had a thing during the first year of college. Nothing serious, though. We were both experimenting with the same sex, you know? College is the perfect place to do so, but we couldn’t find someone who could connect with us other than on the physical level.

So we decided to talk about it and gave each other a chance. One of our best decisions, let me tell you.»

You were sure the next question Kenjaku would ask was that one, so you seized the opportunity and clinked the shot glass on the table to get everyone’s attention. Once you did, your lips twitched upward to give them all a toothy smile.

«Never have I ever had sex to skip classes.»

Tsuki opened her mouth to reply but closed it after seeing your winning look… although she landed on her feet once again.

«Never have I ever got my hair pulled during sex.»

You glanced at her, eyes narrowed and hand covered by Suguru’s, you drank yet again with him as your lover’s twin finally erupted into a surprised laugh. A laugh that soon engulfed the rest of you three.

«This is so much fun now!» he boomed among tiny hiccups, «Now I’ll go with one worth one million dollars.»

Here we go.

Kenjaku met Tsuki’s eyes first, then directed his shot glass at you from across the table.

«Never have I ever been pegged.»

He was basically asking you two who was the top and who the bottom. A by-the-book guy, right?

Kenjaku shifted his focus on you and captured your eyes for a couple of seconds, but since you were making no move to fill your drink, he looked at Tsukumo and gasped.

«No fucking way.»

The blonde swallowed the rest of the shot and smiled at him. Before she could say anything, though, a movement behind your back caught everyone off guard.

Including you.

Clink.

The liquid fire transferred from the bottle to the glass. Glass that rested on plump, delicious lips you savoured for weeks.

Clink.

His Adam’s apple moved upward and then backward, while black onyx penetrated your soul and dark silk caressed a visage that held nothing of its previous hue.

«Suguru?» you asked, pupils dilated as much as your blood was starting to pulse in each vessel of your body.

Every single one of them.

«Yes.» his lips almost went flat against your temple for his voice could reach only you. «It almost happened once with one of my former partners, but we never got to the core of the matter. They backed down before they could go all the way down. I was waiting for the right time to tell you about it, but off the masks I suppose.»

You've never been on the receiving end while having sex with a girl, so you just knew what it felt like to be in control and call the shots.

However, the half-whispered truth your tattoo artist gifted you with completely fragmented your psyche. Not because you were in any way uncomfortable with the truth, but because now you wanted to see Suguru's pretty face writhe in breathless moans while you destroyed him.

You hadn’t had that kind of thoughts for years, and now they came back to tease and excite your already kinky self.

«Were they good? Your partner, I mean.»

Both you and Suguru turned to Tsuki’s question; Kenjaku, meanwhile, was staring at his brother in utter shock.

Oh, the big boy finally shut up.

«They were, but we didn’t get to finish because they backed down at the last minute and stated that “it was a bit too much”.»

An annoyed scoff left you before you could process it. Why be scared of something so beautiful and, moreover, consensual?

«If you ever consider trying again, I suggest you leave everything in Y/N’s hands. She’s amazing at making you feel good without all that overwhelming shit that comes along with it.»

«Thanks for the tip, Yuki. I never thought I’d say this to you, but I’m a bit jealous you got your way with her before I did.»

You hit your lover’s arm and send flying daggers with your eyes to your best friend. «I’m right here, you know. No need to shower me with compliments for such things.»

Compliments were something you’ve never been able to accept, ever since you were a child… and the fact two of the most important people in your life just complimented you for being great under the sheets wasn’t helping at all.

Fortunately for you, Kenjaku decided it was his time to intervene.

His fingers turned concerningly white around the glass he was holding, clearly trying to analyse what he just heard. When he did, however, the general mood took a drastic turn.

«You really are a weirdo, fuck. I’d never let anything near it, let alone do what you just claimed to have done.»

Shit.

Much to your surprise, the one who responded to his not-so-sarcastic recrimination was the pretty girl next to him.

«You would be surprised how many times people wish to try it out. And I’m sure you’re no different from them, love. You’re just too scared to get past your brittle, toxic masculine ego to ask.

Or maybe you didn’t find the right person to turn that hidden fantasy into reality.»

«You’re implying that the right person is you?» he remarked, lips a narrow line against sharp cheekbones and eyes filled with distrust.

Hold on. He wasn’t completely discarding the idea of doing it.

Out of the corner of the eye, Tsuki looked at you and winked.

Bingo.

«Want me to show you? I’ve been practising and no one ever complained. Oh, what am I thinking? You’re too much of a man to be fucked by a strong, confident woman.

You wouldn’t handle the intensity of it, would you?»

Maybe the alcohol helped Kenjaku with Tsuki’s proposal or her foot on his crotch did, but whatever the reason had been, the guy’s raised an eyebrow nearly met the scar on his forehead in a silent defiance.

His ringed lip quivered for a fraction of a second before it stretched alongside the upper one in a cocky smirk. Just as Suguru said, his twin couldn't stand people who thought of him as inferior to the tattoo artist.

«I’m not a pussy like my brother. I can handle everything.»

Now it was your time to furrow your eyebrows, tired of hearing him belittling Suguru to prove his point.

Your enraged sigh caught the man’s attention and when he turned to look, your foot joined Tsuki’s to press on his hard-on under the table.

As a shaky moan pervaded his body, Suguru erased any distance between your bodies to nib at your ear and whisper:

«Would you want to fuck me again, petal? You’ll be completely in charge like today.»

Everything was going as planned, but the part in which Suguru begged you to fuck him wasn’t. You weren’t the least displeased, though.

It wasn’t something you were used to seeing with the dark-haired beauty. His eyes were fuelled by desire to be ravaged in the most delicious way possible.

And who were you to let him down?

Kissing Suguru on the throat first, you then shifted your attention to a very excited Kenjaku.

«Hear me out, Kenjaku, because now the bet we talked about a month ago comes into play: if you accept Tsuki’s proposal and cry out of pleasure, you’ll have to knock at my door and have a loooong talk with Suguru. Apologies are mandatory, but feel free to add whatever your heart tells you to.

If you don’t-

Well.» you sighed.

«Feel free to disappear without ever bothering your brother again. If you try any harmful approach towards him once more, I’ll make you pay for it. Real bad.

Understood?»

Too far gone to actually reply with words, he nodded and finally gave in after Tsuki’s tongue licked his piercing.

And after that, he was mould in your best friend’s more than capable hands.

Unsurprisingly, your partner took his leave after kissing you. He didn’t want to see his twin making out or worse in front of him.

«I’ll wait for you in your room», his smile reached lucid eyes as he walked backwards into it «take your time, petal. But do not make me wait too long.

I need you.»

Hot, boiling blood coursed through your veins as his hands took hold of the doorknob. The moment Suguru disappeared, you knew he was preparing himself for you.

Alas, you had something to see first.

Rising on wobbly legs, you walked where you intuitively felt the kitchen was. If you didn’t want to pass out in the middle of what was about to happen, you had to grasp some sense of reality again.

A relieved sigh left your lips, your fingers strangling the water bottle on the counter. Tsukumo must’ve left it that morning, right before you two headed out to go to university.

Chugging down half of the bottle in a second, you tilted your head to the side and enjoyed the view of Tsuki’s feral smile. She had just returned from her room and her firm grip on an oh-so familiar object had you chuckling.

«That brings back so many memories.» your hair flew upward to cover your chest as you sat on the counter.

«But that’s new, right? It’s even bigger than mine.»

The woman sent you a flying kiss. «Like I said, I’ve been practising. Now we can play this game together.»

«Maybe next time, doll. For now, I just want to enjoy the show.»

Kenjaku, who stayed silent until then, turned to look at his date for the night… and his eyes almost escaped their eyeballs.

«Are you fucking kidding me? It won’t fit.»

«Oh, it will. Scout’s honour.» was the last thing your best friend said before getting ready to do her magic. You were, on the other hand, too busy trying to sober up to catch Kenjaku’s look.

Worried? Yes.

Interested? Absolutely.

Damn. That wasn’t going to turn into a life lesson, after all. The bastard was going to enjoy it.

You had to kick things up a notch.

«Tsuki? Would you join me for a second?»

She complied in no time, reaching your almost sober form in the kitchen. You tried your best not to look at it, but you couldn’t help yourself.

As your eyes quickly fell onto the strap-on, Tsuki leaned closer to listen to what you just came up with. When you were done, her gaze widened in utter shock.

«Are you sure? What did Suguru say?»

«He’s completely fine about it. Actually, he was the one who gave me the general idea. Too bad he won’t be able to see.»

The maneater in front of you grinned. «I wouldn’t be so sure about that. Besides, maybe this won’t be the last time we come up with something like this to ruin the twins. I’m having a reeeally good time, and I bet you’re enjoying this as much.»

Your smile reflected hers and, without further ado, Tsuki suddenly looked at Kenjaku from above her shoulder.

«You’re ready, puppy?»

«Do not call m-

Oh, fuck.» he cut himself off, words failing to form on his tongue as he watched your legs enclosing Yuji’s waist. The latter laughed in the crook of your neck, her own breath as unsteady as your own.

You hadn’t been that close in aeons, that was true, but the sexual tension between you two was as alive as it was back then.

However, she wasn’t the one you were going to fuck after that little show.

Your tattoo artist was waiting for you.

«Oh, you want to come here and join us, don’t you?» she inquired and her lips curved on your collarbone.

«You can’t, puppy. If you dare to take one step towards us, you’ll immediately lose the bet.

Stay still.»

Kenjaku cursed under his breath, hands itching to ease the strain in his jeans.

Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed your room’s door was half-closed. Two options were the most likely to be true: Suguru forgot to close it... or he’d left it ajar on purpose.

And neither of those were part of the plan.

Curious to see if you imagined it or not, you averted your eyes on the right.

And you heard Suguru’s soft moans despite your heart beating like crazy in your ears. Oh, and on top of that, you swore you felt his eyes on you and Tsuki now and then as both of you girls carried on.

Geto Suguru really was the perfect match for you: open-minded, caring yet possessive enough to be considered your better half.

«This will be the first and last time I leave you in charge» you whispered and Tsuki nodded, «let’s annihilate him.»

«It’d be a pleasure.»

Even your surprised gasp caught Tsuki off guard the moment her tongue played with yours, long fingernails wrapped around your curls as she hummed in your mouth. Her strap-on, as if it wasn’t enough already, kept brushing against such sensitive flesh every time the girl jerked her hips upward– or it was you, yearning for hungrier, darker touches –

Whoever it was, the friction between heated bodies was a personal attack to your self-control.

Without you seeing it, Kenjaku had moved to better look at the two of you, his ragged whimpers falling over sweat-grazed foreheads.

Your hair caressed Tsuki’s and finally, after what felt like an eternity, her lips encountered the rough fabric of your bra.

That was when you clearly heard Suguru growl against the door, his not so subtle attempts at hiding it making you wetter and wetter.

«They’re both watching us, uh?» you hummed and Tsuki’s hand ran up and down your bare thigh. She was fighting against the urge to step up the game, but you both were sure Kenjaku was about to break down anytime.

He actually did sooner than expected, that was a minute after your tongue had licked the nipple peeking out from Tsuki’s bra, the thin fabric of her top doing nothing to hide her growing excitement.

«I can’t take this shit anymore. What do I have to do?» he asked, impatience dripping out every word. Yuki smiled and, while her hand left your body to look at the man, you once again turned to the right.

The door was now closed, which meant Suguru was more than ready for you.

Hopping down the counter, you pass by Tsuki to pull Kenjaku in front of your best friend. Then, the girl pressed a hand on his head, urging him to go on his knees.

«Let’s start from here.»

That was your cue to leave. Before you did it, though, you kissed the blonde’s cheek as a sign of gratitude.

You’d be still working on the plan if she didn’t step in and help.

«Enjoy yourselves, birdies. I will do the same.»

Finally free to go, you stopped by the bathroom first. Even though you were eager to get to your boy, what you needed at that moment was the lingerie set that’d had him twitching in pleasure under you.

After you found it, took off unnecessary clothes and wore it after years of disuse, you quickly walked backwards to your room. Muffled moans were coming from the living room, signalling that Tsuki had been too impatient to go down on Kenjaku to reach her bed.

Oh, poor thing.

He wouldn’t be able to walk properly for a few days, at least. Also, he’d be knocking at your door soon.

The intensity of Kenjaku’s whimpers increased as you finally closed your room’s door behind you.

And you had to press your back against it for a moment, to fully take in the view in front of you.

«Took you long enough, petal.»

You walked to him, your pretty tattoo artist sat on your bed, his index and middle finger holding what you thought was a joint as he waited for you. He must’ve brought it with him way before he met you and Yuki at the bar, just to smoke it in the intimacy of your bedroom.

Getting on the bed as well, your lips stretched in a content smile as you straddled him.

«You didn’t seem to bother about the time when you watched me and Tsuki.» the place between your legs, throbbing against the fabric of your already soiled undies, caressed his clothed length and Suguru softly whined.

What a needy angel we have here.

«You are too hot for your own good, petal.»

«Am I?» your eyes devoured him as half of the little bundle of weed kept disappearing in Suguru’s mouth.

White smoke surrounded your figures, your nostrils taking in the pungent smell of weed and Geto’s perfume with every sharp breath you took. But it wasn’t enough.

Suddenly your fingers were on his forehead, pads tracing the hairline until they landed on the silken man bun he tied his hair in.

Feeling as if you were about to explode, the man tilted his head to the side and scoffed.

«Eager to have me on my knees?»

«I’m not against it in the slightest. Are you?»

«Of course not. I want to be dominated by you right now, petal.»

That single sentence almost had you yanking at his roots, desperation and need to have him on you flooding every fibre of your body.

«So I’m calling the shots tonight.» you placed an index on his lips, the other hand on his head now reaching the joint still midair.

And when you took a puff of it… oh my lord.

Geto was eye-fucking you, and his arousal increased as your breath laced with the weed’s scent grazed his face. By now his hard-on pressed against your inner thighs and the sensation of it brought you to throw your head back and sigh.

When you finally looked at him again, your eyes were glossy yet determined in fulfilling Suguru’s desire.

«Shove me against the wall.»

You didn’t know what convinced him to comply but either way, your back crashed not-so-gently against the wall close to the door a moment later. While Geto’s digits ghosted over the lace of your lingerie set and his nose brushed yours for a second, you offered him the joint.

«Experiment on me, angel» his black orbs drowned into the lust filling yours as he inhaled, «don’t exhale yet. On your knees.»

He eagerly complied and never stopped teasing you as he did so. The moment you spread your legs to accommodate him, Suguru placed a kiss on your panties and breathed on your pussy without notice. You loudly moaned because it wasn’t what had crossed your mind earlier.

It was definitely better.

Judging by the way your limbs trembled as soon as Geto took the joint again and repeated the action, it was working. Each time he wanted to have you squirm under his touch, he simply blew small whiffs of smoke on your panties.

«Tell me what to do next.»

«N-need your tongue-»

«My tongue, petal? Where?»

He was teasing you, even if you had the high ground at the moment.

Your fingers pushed aside the underwear still uncomfortably sticking to your cunt and parted your lower lips. Suguru smiled at that and tugged the garment past the hip bones and down your legs, eventually throwing it above his head.

But he didn’t move.

«What should I-» your digits dug into the softness of his hair before freeing it from the hairband, dark tresses now gliding on your heated skin.

Then you pushed his head towards where you needed him the most.

«Blow smoke on my pussy while your tongue works on me.

Now.»

The demanding tone you used had Geto’s blood rush south. However, he immediately rested the flat of his wet muscle against your slit.

«Yes, just like that.»

He carried on with his ministrations for a few minutes until his lips wrapped around the spliff and blew on you as you demanded. The strange contact with your most intimate parts made your hips buck into his mouth, and Geto smiled against your heat.

And just when you thought your chest couldn’t get heavier than that, his tongue dragged along your inner walls until his nose bumped against your clit.

Hard.

«Suguru…»

The man stared at you from beneath and smirked.

«No need to act shy now, petal. I know you’re dying to ride my nose as if your life depends on it.»

After he kissed your pussy to get up and put out the joint in the little ashtray by your drawer, his arms enclosed your approaching waist and pulled you towards him, resulting in Geto plopping on his back on the bed as your cunt was now an inch away from suffocating him. Before it could happen, you raised yourself enough for the man to grab your hips and push your pussy right where his mouth was.

And the first moment his tongue gave your entrance an experimental prod, you mewled and your heart almost lept out of your chest.

But it wasn’t over.

Geto’s tongue slipped in and out of you, the rough tissue caressing your insides just right, when his fingers opened the wooden furniture beside you and laughed.

Your eyes, still glassy and ready to close because of the nearing orgasm, went to pop out of the eye sockets.

How did he know about it?

«I figured you’d enjoy yourself while I was at work, Y/N, but a dildo? Is my cock not enough for you?»

Sass oozed from his voice, and it shouldn't have turned you on more than you already were. Alas it did, so you simply shrugged your shoulders to feign indifference.

«The more, the merrier.»

«Is that so?»

His tone had dropped even more, his lips and tongue resuming to lick and suck every part he could reach, devouring you while your fingers yanked at his hair.

«Sugu’, I-» you couldn’t finish the sentence because your back arched outward, and you went to tumble off of him, but Suguru kept you right above his mouth.

«Let me drink all of you, petal.»

White noise was all your ears could catch, thriving on the feeling of Geto’s gentle licks all over the expanse of flesh he marked with his mouth.

Until his fingers left the warmth of your body for a split second. It wasn’t long, but it was definitely enough for him to stare at you going limp against his body as the release’s aftermath washed all over you.

Enough for the smartass to draw out of you everything you could give him.

Those works of art that worked wonders had surrounded your windpipe without you noticing. You eventually did as the air swirled, because Suguru had flipped you two over and pushed you on your back.

«Oh, petal» Suguru hovered over your body while his other hand stroked the outside of your thighs «I love when you experiment on me.»

You tried to rise onto your elbows, but the boy was determined to hold you down enough time to finish what he had started.

Your confused self realised what he had in mind too late, that was when his still fully erected shaft grazed the wetness dripping down your thighs.

«Sug-»

His lips were on your forehead as he spoke.

«I’ll have you writhe in pleasure. Wanna try something out?»

The bra you had on till that moment flew under the bed and, not even a second later, what was left of your self-doubts got discarded real fast.

To say you were surprised would’ve been a huge understatement.

He still had the energy to keep going, even after what you just did?

Hair caressing your sweaty face, you nodded at his proposal. He was dangerously close to smothering you with another idea of his.

As if reading your mind — like he always did — Suguru pressed on the sides of your throat, and you whimpered without thinking, the feeling so familiar it was done out of habit. Your partner took advantage of it and captured first a nipple, then the other one in his mouth.

«I want to spice things up a bit, petal. Is that a yes? Oh, you’re so beautiful and caring when on top but when you want my cock, you act all cute and whiny.» the small smack behind his nape from your part had Suguru chuckling in amusement, his hot breath massaging engorged buds that didn’t want to be neglected.

«What are you waiting for?» you whispered under your breath, acting all tough even though the place between your thighs had gone beyond wet, impatient and aching for Suguru’s touch.

He glanced over at your engorged pussy, and he fought back a shit-eating grin that, nevertheless, came in full force to erase any trace of sense in you.

«Nothing, actually. I just wanted to see how long you’d last until I fill you to the bri-»

Your impatience got the best of you and cut off the boy by wrapping your legs around his waist and pushed him forward. If he was going to tease you, he had to do so where you could feel him against your skin.

Teasing had never been something you liked to dig in for long. Foreplay was more than acceptable, but teasing for more than five minutes? Hell, no.

«If you don’t fuck me right here and now I will leave you to your devices for days.»

His eyes flashed black as your words reached him. He already had a taste of his own medicine two weeks before, and it hadn’t been a great time for his friend down there.

«Fine. But if you dare to tell Satoru or Shoko that I don't treat you well again, I will spank you.»

«Uh, I like where it’s going.» your scoff soon turned into an airless moan Suguru so proudly felt on his tongue. You were so wet it had been easy for him to part your lower lips with a finger, only to slide three of them in altogether. Given the fact he was fully committed to draw the longest and most intense orgasm from you, his determination knew no limits.

Since you first slept with him, you immediately understood he’d been the only one who’d ever give you the best ones.

Such tremendous, fitting pieces of a puzzle you were.

He wasn’t going to let you down that night.

Kissing the snake’s head on your hip Suguru went south, his fingertips’ pads still squelching inside your pussy. The obscene sound should’ve embarrassed you, but you were too focused on the boy’s expression and the pleasure that came from it to care about anything else.

He always had that fascinated look on his face, as if he could never realise it was his doing, no one else’s.

But now he was after something big, so he wasted no time in locking eyes with you while his tongue licked a long, deep stripe from the bottom to the top of your clit.

«Suguru», your head fell onto the pillow as a sob shook your chest «you’re so-

Ah.»

The living tease had pulled away his fingers, the sudden emptiness leaving you hanging on the edge on purpose. You went to snap back when something bigger and wetter glided past your folds, filling you up in a second.

«I’m-»

Geto kissed your swollen tissues to help you relax, breathing on them soon after to cool the burn down.

You weren’t sure how much time had passed since you closed that door, but you were sure as hell both you and Suguru would’ve stayed in bed for days after this.

«The pain will last just a bit, petal» he cooed at you, «but it’ll be worth it.

Raise your knees to the chest. Yes, let me see that cute pussy of yours.

Now, take my hand.»

The one still on your throat went up, reaching for one of yours. You hadn't even noticed you had both of them gripping firmly the headboard above your head.

«I assume this is a “first time” moment for you, as well», your partner smiled as your walls hugged the head of the dildo «we’re even.»

Still miraculously holding on to the last fragment of control left in your body, your vision trained on his arm embedded by the dragon’s tattoo. The huge head of it, reaching the back of his wrist, hid itself into you for a few seconds. Then, as it rose to take breath one last time, its owner’s touch turned into such an immovable hold you couldn’t hope to break.

«Y/N.»

Every time Suguru called you by your full name, you knew he was being serious. Eyes falling lazily on his abs, you hauled him closer to cage his lips into a kiss your heart needed.

It was necessary.

You didn’t want to shatter in the boy’s arms from the get-go.

Just as you felt the artist’s hand squeezing yours above your heads, he eventually eased himself into you while the dildo was still buried deep inside.

He caught every single droplet of reaction you gave him, drinking in how your whine reached bruised lips he licked and coated with your own juices. How your eyes shot close to get used to the new stretch, your chest meeting his as you both stayed still.

How you so quickly composed yourself and let down a hand to better grab at his ass, motioning the shocked Suguru to move.

«Beautiful.» he almost sang it, completely in awe of the endless aces up your sleeves.

Never in his life Geto Suguru would’ve imagined he’d met someone as special as you. Someone who matched his rather anti-conformist ideas about sex.

And then, you walked into his tattoo shop. The view he had of the world completely collapsed onto itself.

As his train of thoughts wandered in that direction, your breathless self underneath the tattoo artist was going to fucking lose it.

The new sensation had bothered your senses for a split-second, soon followed by a pleasurable stretch you never felt before.

A stretch you intended to prolong for as long as possible.

One of your hands slipped away from his to caress his face grazed with sweat, motioning to keep going once his eyes were on you again.

«Are you sure? Words, petal.» he half-laughed half-moaned when you jerked your hips upward.

«I won’t move until you say ‘yes’ or ‘no’.»

«I’ll fucking scream if you don’t move immediately.» you spit out of despair.

His amused smirk soon turned into an aroused one for his skin kissed yours after he oh-so slowly pulled in and out of you.

«You never fail to surprise me.» Suguru chuckled as you wrenched away your head, but the living tease couldn’t endure such a game for long, either.

As soon as he made you sure you adjusted to both girths, you had to muffle a really loud scream.

He was driving himself so deep and fast into you that his hand had to hold still both you and the dildo, preventing your hands to do nothing more than grab whatever was within reach.

Apparently, the ever so patient Geto was at his limit, as well.

«Suguru.» you whined, but your words got suppressed by the bed springs squeaking in your ears.

Or that was what you were thinking.

Knowing where you were aching to be touched, your partner leaned over as you beckoned him closer to better kiss his lips.

And it was at that moment his hip bones clashed against yours rougher than before, his thrusts losing momentum and strength. It didn’t hurt at all, but the action would definitely leave behind bruises.

«Y/N-»

«Don’t stop.» you breathed on him «I’m fine, d-don’t stop.

Please.»

The tattoo artist stared into your soul for a moment, his fear of hurting you in any way so rooted within him he wanted to stop. But you wouldn’t let it happen.

You felt your own release clawing your insides, its warmth harpooning your core as Suguru’s snaps got sloppy and deeper.

«Stay.»

He simply kept bucking his hips up into yours, but the gentle squeeze of your hand in his was the answer to the implicit request. You had been on birth control for a while now, even though your partner was always iffy about coming inside you as many times as you wanted.

As much as he loved the idea of having children with you who played with Nen or brushed his hair, he was not ready to be a parent yet.

On the other hand, you worried about that to a certain extent. Being a parent wasn’t contemplated in the big picture, of course… but that didn’t stop you from having his seed dragging along your walls and then down, right where your thighs met.

«Eyes on me.»

You followed his lead, eyes locking with his as he hit a sweet spot of yours. That was enough for you to clench convulsively and let out a moan which pushed both you and Suguru over the edge.

Your vision went pitch black for a second, the pleasure clouding every sense of who you were and where your body was. When you came back to him, the man was listening to your heart slamming against your chest, his beautiful features soft and satisfied.

«Admiring the mess you made, angel?»

Suguru raised his head and caged your bruised lips in an exchange of breaths full of what made you fall for him. Nothing as predicted as looks, but the flaws and qualities of his essence.

Everything he had been, was and would be were the reasons why your soul connected to him in a nick of time.

«I love how breathless you are every time I have my hands on you.»

«You have me out of breath every day» you kissed the tip of his nose and brought your now joined hands between you two, «also, that was the most legs-shaking orgasm someone has ever drawn out of me. Thank you.»

He laughed, fingers trapping yours in the vain attempt of hiding his pride. He was a cocky, little fox, but you loved him for that.

Yes, you loved Suguru with every fibre of your being. And he’d had you in his heart right after your hand first grazed his on the studio’s crystal table

«Did you like it?» you both asked at the same time and the radius smile he answered you with was contagious. You nodded and rested your forehead on his as he sighed.

«It was even better than I ever dreamed of. But we will step it up soon, won’t we? Keep that dildo within reach.»

«Why would I use it on y-

Don’t tell me you want to try out what Tsuki claimed before.»

«Oh, I absolutely want to. That cute, bi bitch owned herself a cup of cappuccino for proposing it, actually.»

You pouted right away, offended that he didn’t include you in the sentence. You were a far more huge fan of cappuccino than your best friend.

And Suguru knew it damn well.

«I’m this close to biting you.» eyes narrowed, you watched as your partner tumbled off and out of you alongside the dildo that joined your underwear under the bed.

«Foreplay before round thre-»

Knock knock.

Already knowing who was banging on the door, you covered yourself with the sheets you would change a few minutes later. Suguru wore his boxers and went to open the door to a very pleased Tsuki and dumbfounded Kenjaku.

Goddammit, how was he even able to walk?

The blonde walked towards you while the twins kept their distance, taking a few peeks at you girls before starting to talk.

«Hello, you sexy thing.» she greeted and you scoffed, rolling yourself more into the sheets. You were nothing but sexy at the moment.

«Hello, bombshell. It looks like you smothered your puppy guy over there.»

Even though he was standing, Kenjaku had to lean against the wall from time to time to talk with the tattoo artist.

You repressed a satisfied smirk when Suguru subtly arched his back to ease the soreness that was already creeping in.

You and Tsuki really did a good job with them.

«I did» she stared at your partner for a moment and giggled, «but I’m not the only one, uh?»

«Eh, you know. Apparently Suguru loves to be a pillow princess sometimes.»

The girl laughed, looking at the boys still at the door. As she told you in hushed whispers, Kenjaku had admitted he’d been an asshole to his brother all those years. So, after taking a moment to collect his thoughts, he decided to clear things up. For good.

Your eyes caressed the twins’ figures, taking in the way your partner progressively went from being stiff against the door to grabbing his brother’s shoulder with a hand and giving it a quick squeeze.

He hadn’t forgiven him yet, but he had accepted the fact Kenjaku finally mustered enough courage to confront him and atone for what he’d done.

The smile plastered on your face reflected Tsuki’s, both of you staring at them across the room. Your flatmate wasn’t going to admit it anytime soon, but the man with amazing looks but whose attitude had to change was making her stomach do backflips.

Even though she’d always be the one wearing pants.

Judging by the fucked out expression Kenjaku had whenever his eyes landed on the girl, however, he didn’t mind it at all.

Maybe, maybe, he was going to be more open-minded.

Soon the twins parted ways, Suguru sitting on the bed while you got up to press your chest against his back. Tsuki, clothed in a purple robe, went to pinch Kenjaku’s nose.

«Everything good now?»

The lip piercing on his lower lip beamed as he glared at his twin and nodded.

«We’re working on it.

Suguru, how about tomorrow morning? It’s my day off.»

The tattoo artist hummed in response and motioned to him to wake him up the next morning. Useless to say the four of you would be sleeping in the flat.

The first one to take her leave was the blonde, fingers lingering on the boy’s lip piercing as her eyes locked with yours.

Mission accomplished.

Before you could reply, Kenjaku’s gaze was on you again. Luckily for you, this time it was less piercing and arrogant than before.

«I’m not sure whether to kiss or punch you for what you’ve done.»

«Well, the fact you acknowledged my contribution to make you and your brother be in the same room again without being at each other’s throats is more than I had expected. I wanted to bring closure to your shared history, that’s all.»

«And for that I thank you. Sincerely.»

You covered your mouth with a hand, eyes searching for any sign of falsehood.

There wasn’t.

«Oh my, oh my. I think your puppy has a thing for me, now.»

Kenjaku’s index was pointed at you as Tsuki dragged him out of the room, her laugh echoing Suguru’s.

«Just when I was starting to like you!»

«You’ll have all the time in the world to fancy me more, my dearest brother-in-law.»

Utter horror was on your partner’s brother the second he heard you calling him so. Horror that soon turned into realisation.

«Fuck. You’ll stick around for a very long time, won’t you?»

Your lips kissed Suguru’s shoulder and smiled. «You can bet your cute ass I am.»

«Good. Your sassiness will be really appreciated at family’s dinners.»

«If you think she’s sassy, just wait until you meet her mother. She’s the blueprint of this sexy soul.» Tsuki intervened, her words followed by your raised thumbs.

Your mother was on a whole other level.

«See you tomorrow, brother-in-law!»

«STOP CALLING ME THAT.»

Your ecstatic laughter reverberated into Suguru’s bones even after the other couple left. He was beyond happy to finally be able to have civil conversations with his brother again.

And it was all thanks to you.

He slightly turned his head to better look at your beaming eyes, lips curving in a proud and found smile. «You’ll stay with me for a while, huh?»

«Of course, my love» your fingers ghosted over the lotus behind his neck, «I told you’ll have a hard time getting rid of me now.»

«I never and will ever have no such intention. And, honestly, I wouldn’t mind knowing the blueprint who gave birth to such an amazing human being like you.»

Your breath got stuck in your throat as Suguru’s words sank in. He was practically saying he wanted to meet your mother. Meaning his heart really was in your now trembling hands.

Your partner once again got up, but this time you climbed up his back and let him guide both of you in the bathroom.

The way his eyes sparked when you told him your mother was going to be in Japan next month and that she already expressed her desire to know the person who had her daughter’s heart shattered the last doubts you had about letting them meet.

They still didn’t even know each other, yet their shared love for you was over the roof.

And you were sure as hell your mother was going to embarrass you with old and not-so-innocent anecdotes the moment she got used to Suguru’s energy.

«So, just for your interest, you need to know a few things about my mother.» you began after Suguru had wrapped your body in a towel, proceeded to change the sheets and refused to let you do anything else but watch his half-naked form going around the room.

«Are you warning me, petal?»

«Not exactly “warning”, but something like that. You see, my mother’s hella spiritual.

Expect some questions about blood type, zodiac sign and hands. Especially the last one.»

If your eyes could devour delicious things just as the tattoo artist’s abs, they’d eat them up in a heartbeat. You knew he was teasing you by the way his lips were constantly upwards.

He finally finished what he was doing and laid down, motioning you to join him on the bed. As soon as you did, however, your hand rested on his hip bones and tugged at the towel around his waist. He watched you without saying a thing, curious and a little turned on about what was going on in your mind.

«She’s into palmistry as well? Damn, that’s so fascinating. Do you happen to share her same interests?»

The nod you gave brightened his mood even more. You never had that talk before that moment, because a part of you was scared he might’ve labelled you as “crazy” or “weird”.

But, again, we were talking about Suguru.

As his own hand reached your towel’s hem, you scooted closer to him and wrapped a leg over his.

«Just when I thought I couldn’t love you more.» he mumbled a breath away from your lips, and you smiled.

«Let’s see if you'll love me even more when I say I’ve already read your beautiful palms the first time we met. Ah», laughter shook your chest as it pressed more against Suguru’s «Tsuki was so shocked when I told her what I found out.»

«What did you see?»

You giggled, suddenly self-conscious about your abilities in palmistry. You weren’t nearly as good as your mother was yet, but you managed to catch a few things along the way.

Including how to read love and sex’s lines.

Long fingers ghosted over your nape as your own wandered on the boy’s back.

«That you were a passionate lover and that you were really, really good at sex. What name did Tsuki call you with? Ah, yes. A “sex God”, that’s it.»

Suguru sharply exhaled in what was an attempt at laughing, but you were sure your words stroked his ego more than his fingers were doing on your skin.

«Is it true?»

«What?»

«That I’m good at sex?»

You sighed on his collarbone, letting him discard your towel to be skin against skin again. The warmth irradiating from his body to yours was what you wouldn’t get enough of for a lot of time. Your eyes met his, and you saw his eyebrows raised in expectation.

«Nope, it’s not», your teeth delicately bit his lower lip «you’re disgustingly perfect at it, Suguru.»

«Good. At least it came out of your mouth and not your mom’s.»

He flinched after you pinched his back, but the smile he awarded you with took your breath away for a solid second.

«What are you and Kenjaku going to do tomorrow, anyway?» you asked.

«He wants a tattoo and, while we’re at it, we’ll talk a bit. I still can’t believe we’re going to patch up everything that’s been going on with us.

Thank you again, petal. Truly.»

The kiss you shared after was both an answer to his comment and a token of your love for him.

«If you ever need my crazy ass for another not-so foolproof plan like this, ask anytime. I finally was able to give the new coined saying “a tattoo for your thoughts” a meaning.»

Suguru laughed and that earned him a smack on his ass.

Yes, you were utterly in love with that dork.

THE END.

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