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seeingivy · 11 months

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the morning after!

roommate eren x f!reader

you and eren talk about scars

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content warning: talk of scars, mentions of a not so nice ex boyfriend, eren’s not wearing a shirt, cuddling (kinda), eren roasts you for having bed head, mentions of a fight

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You wake up to find yourself tangled in Eren’s arms. Your cheek is resting directly on his chest, one of his hands secured in your hair and the other one wrapped around your waist. You think back to how you used to sleep with stuffed animals when you were little and silently wonder if this is how they felt when you went to bed every night.

The events of last night rattle through your brain - Eren spilling the water, taking his pants off, his fingers ghosting on your shoulder - and you can’t help but feel the despair settle in. He was going to make you move and find a new roommate, wasn’t he?

You feel Eren shift against you, his eyes slightly fluttering open. He’s murmuring against your hair but you’re unable to make out what he was trying to say. You shift your head slightly up to find him staring down at you, his eyes squinting.

“You okay?”

You nod silently, putting your head back against his chest to avoid looking at him. The two of you stay that way in silence for a while, coiled in each other's embrace. You try to find the words to break the silence, but none seem appropriate to say.

“What happened last night? I can’t remember.” he whispers.

You swallow hard. Moment of truth.

“You came home, drunk. I helped you in and you asked for some water, which you kind of spilled all over us. I took you to your room and you threw up a little bit. I put you to bed after that.”

He’s silent, the two of you staring at the ceiling. He’s trying to figure out a way to get you out of his apartment. Fast.

“You’re leaving parts out.”

“What? No, I’m not.”

“None of that explains how you ended up in my bed, peaches.”

You feel his hand stroking through your hair, the tension in your chest settling a little. Peaches. He still called you peaches. He’s stroking your hair. He’s probably not mad. Right? You take a deep breath before talking again.

“You came home drunk at around three in the morning. I tried to get you to drink some water but you kind of spilled it on both of us. I figured putting you to bed was the best thing I could do - but you threw up a good amount before you could actually get there.”

He winces.

“I remember that part.”

You give him a small laugh, which he returns with a smile.

“After that, your clothes were still wet from the water - and your vomit - so I figured it would be best to change. I got your clothes and-”

“You took my shirt off. Asked me about the cleat marks.” he finishes.

You shift up off his chest, leaning over him to check them again. You had forgotten about them entirely, hoping you weren’t pushing too hard on them during the night. You brush your fingers against the scratches, still bright pink.

“Does it still hurt, Ren?” you whisper.

He shakes his head, his hand reaching for your hair. He pushes the loose strands behind your ears, as you run your fingers around the mark. He doesn’t push you off or stop you. You don’t get off either.

“You should worry about that bedhead, silly girl. You look like the stuff of my nightmares.”

“You’re no sleeping beauty yourself, asshole.”

The stirring in your chest settles, the two of you sitting in laughter before the quiet returns. It’s comfortable, but you can feel your body tingling.

“After that?”

“I asked if you could take off your pants on your own. You tried but…you couldn’t really get the button and zipper undone….so I just did it for you and then turned around.”

You avoid meeting his eyes, focusing on the cleat marks, the freckles on his neck, the birthmark on his side.

“I was going to leave but you…grabbed my wrist. And you asked me to stay. Said you couldn’t really sleep without me. My shirt was still wet and you were facing the other way so I just took it off to change.”

You can’t tell if hearing his heartbeat against your ear is making it easier for you to tell this story or harder. The sound is soothing, his arms warm but he also sets your skin on fire every time he touches you.

He moves, lightly pulling down the edge of your shirt to expose your shoulder. He reaches forward - for a second time now - and pulls down the strap of your bralette, exposing the scar tissue indented into your shoulder.

“I looked over. You have a scar on your shoulder. From falling off of a tree?”

“Bike.” you whisper.

He nods, tracing the outline of the mark again, his touch feather-like. You can feel his heart pounding in his chest, which you’re still pressed against, and are positive yours is beating even faster.

“Do you have any other ones?”

“Other whats?”

“Scars.”

You swallow, sitting up. He mimics your motion, the two of you sitting directly across from each other on the bed.

“You first, Ren.”

He nods. He points to his elbows, the marks on his chest, and a few gray lines on his calves.

“Those are all from soccer cleats.”

You nod, running your fingers along his elbows.

“The one on my ankle, right there is from my brother Zeke. I fell down the stairs after we were chasing each other. And the one on my hip right there is from cooking without my shirt on. I turned around too fast and leaned right into the pan.”

You laugh, your fingers moving wherever he mentioned. It feels too intimate to be doing - touching his hip, his ankle, his calves - but it also feels wrong not to. If he’s mentioning it, you have to acknowledge it in some way - and your words have always failed you.

He’s quiet for some time, like he finished, which confuses you. He missed a scar, one you were too curious to learn about. Right above his cupid's bow is a small gray line, very faint, but visible. You’re not sure how long you had to have been staring at Eren’s lips to notice it, but you did.

You lean forward, pressing your thumb against it.

“And that one?”

“Was hoping you didn’t notice that one. I got it from a fight.”

“With who?”

“Jean.”

You lean back, giving him a questioning look. Surely he can’t mean Jean Kirstein, like Armin’s roommate Jean.

“We’re friends. It was a long time ago, just a disagreement we had.”

You nod, dragging your hand back to your lap.

“Your turn.”

You nod, pointing to the pink skin on your knee first.

“I tried to give my little sister, Gabi, a piggyback ride. I didn’t realize she got so heavy. She jumped on me and knocked me down in to the pavement.”

He smiles, reaching forward to touch the skin on your knee. He was going to touch your scars too. You guide his hand to your thigh, pulling up a part of your shorts to reveal the mark on the inside.

“I was in a swimming pool. I jumped too hard and scraped it up against the stairs on the inside. It’s healed pretty well, but that mark won’t go away.”

The burning sensation that you felt when Eren touched you was bad, but it was feeling particularly horrible now with his hand against your thigh. You ignore it as best as you can - his finger moving up the length of the mark.

You pull your hair off of your right shoulder, lifting it up away from your head. You point to the spot just above your neck, his fingers meeting yours. He cradles your face in his hands, his eyes observing the scar.

“That’s from falling in the shower.”

“You’re so clumsy. Maybe focus less on singing and more on balance.”

You laugh, pulling your hand back to your lap. You stare at the scar in between your pointer and ring fingers, marked right against your knuckles. You feel Eren follow your gaze, grabbing your hand in his and rubbing over the spot.

“And that one?”

You swallow hard. You try to think of the right words, the right way to say what needed to be said without breaking the moment the two of you were having. You didn’t want to scare him away but lying seemed wrong in a moment like this.

“You don’t have to, pretty girl.”

When did silly girl become pretty girl?

“I had this boyfriend a while back. We had an argument where he broke a glass and it just happened.”

He’s quiet, his fingers no longer running along the mark. He still has his hand locked in yours, but the soothing touch is gone all together. You look up at him, the look in his eyes unfamiliar.

Fuck. You went too far.

“I’ll make breakfast, yeah?” you say, basically jumping off the bed and running out of the room.

He joins you after a few minutes, having pulled a shirt on and fixed his hair. He meets you at the stove, where you’re currently making eggs for the two of you. Eren’s always been better at making breakfast, but you’d do anything to get out of that room.

You mull over the conversation in your head, cursing yourself for speaking too soon. He’s just your friend. You can’t just say stuff like that, especially when you’re in his bed and he’s half naked.

“Peaches?”

“Hm?”

“Can I see your hand please?”

You hold out your left hand, still scooting the eggs around in the pan. You still refuse to meet his eyes, the lump in your throat and the embarrassment in your cheeks stopping you.

“Other hand.”

You glance down at the scar again, before switching the spatula in your hands. You now hold out your right hand for him to inspect, sweating at the thought of him looking at the mark again.

You feel him take your hand in his. He lifts your hand up to his lips, pressing a soft kiss against the mark. You turn your head, dropping the spatula into the pan.

“I was trying to think of the right thing to say but you ran off. I still don’t really know what to say but…I hope it’s enough.”

You nod, understanding. Not really understanding, but you nod anyway. It’s more than enough. He’s everything.

“Can you move over, peaches? You’re burning our eggs.”

You nod wordlessly, sitting up on the counter to watch him finish the breakfast. You cradle your right hand in your left, rubbing your fingers against the spot he just kissed, marked, that he just tattooed with his own lips. This is the moment you realize you’re in over your head. He was most certainly going to be the death of you.

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ser-estinien · 2 months

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The Nicest Touch

Chapters: 12/12 Fandom: Persona 5 Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Akechi Goro/Kurusu Akira, Akechi Goro/Persona 5 Protagonist, Akechi Goro/Amamiya Ren Characters: Akechi Goro, Kurusu Akira, Original Male Character(s), Original Female Character(s), Sakamoto Ryuji, Takamaki Ann, Niijima Makoto, Yoshizawa Sumire | Yoshizawa Kasumi, Kitagawa Yusuke, Okumura Haru, Sakura Sojiro Additional Tags: ShuAke Week 2023, Post-Canon, Prostitution, Akechi has a LOT of money, Akira is an escort, I accidentally channeled the concept of pretty women, Slow Burn, slow burn but they keep having sex, Falling In Love, Mutual Pining, Angst with a Happy Ending, Difficult Emotions, Living Together, Contracts, side makoann, side ryusumi, Akechi Goro & Takamaki Ann Friendship, Possessive Akechi Goro, Smut, a lot of it tbh, Top Akechi Goro, Bottom Persona 5 Protagonist, Anal Sex, there's a bit of degrading language tossed around regarding Akira's profession, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Past Attempted Suicide, Past Abuse, Blow Jobs, Anal Fingering, Choking, Voyeurism, Arguing, akira picks fights with people, if Goro Akechi own's Akira's contract can he also be a sugar daddy to him?, Sugar Daddy, in the lightest only spoiling sense, Anal Plug, Akira is a menace tm, hands are briefly thrown, Overstimulation, they get clingier every chapter, Barebacking, Birthday Sex, how not to take a video call, Cockwarming, Threats of Violence, Non-Consensual Touching, Light Masochism, Panic Attacks, Thoughts of Self-harm, Sexual Assault, Semi-Public Sex Series: Part 4 of ShuAke Week 2023, Part 1 of Buy my love, steal my heart Summary:

It has been ten years since Goro Akechi has seen Akira Kurusu. So, when fate conspires to give him Akira as an escort, he resolves to keep him in his life in the most unconventional way possible - as a kept man. But how many times can Akechi sleep with the person he used to be in love with before those feelings return? The answer may (not) surprise you!

ShuAke Week 2023 D2 (nsfw) - Prostitution

#akeshu #shuake #akeshuake #shuakeweek2023 #akechi x joker #akechi x akira #I'm reposting this because it just crossed 10k hits and I'm very humbled and amazed and grateful #so here we go posting with the art!#akira #akechi #my writing #p5

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siriannatan · 1 year

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“You’ve worn those clothes for the last week, you’ve got to change.” “You just want to see me naked, don’t you?” - Grisuma

I felt this urge to write some Grisuma so I did

As with the whole series, the prompt was found over on deity-prompts

AO3

Four seasons. Grian's been part of Hermitcraft for four whole seasons. And has never seen Xisuma's face. He's heard multiple hermits - Doc, Ren, Jevin, even Scar and Mumbo call their admin handsome but could never confirm it for himself. No amount of bugging, pestering and general mischief got X out of his dumb helmet. The only time, it'd seem, he changed was between seasons or bigger updates. Never when Grian was borderline stalking him out of boredom.

But, finally, in his fourth season, Grian came up with an excellent idea. He just needed to catch X asleep, which wasn't easy but Grian could be patient if he wanted to and after a whole week managed to catch X snoozing in his storage area and... Drew a funny face on his visor with a permanent marker. And barely managed to escape before X woke up and just went about his day as if there was nothing on his visor... Did he not use it to see?

Anyway, Grian followed the admin the whole day and no one. Absolutely no one pointed out the winking cat face on X's visor. No one. Doc did chuckle a bit but said nothing. Keralis was Keralis so it was unclear if his giggling was that or the drawing. Cleo just straight-out ignored it and didn't react at all.

By the evening time Grian was fed up and just marched into X's base. “You’ve worn those clothes for the last week, you’ve got to change. Staying in this thing all the time can't be good for you," he announced, marching in with all the confidence and annoyance he had in him.

X tilted his head and... reached up to his helmet as Grian tapped his foot on the ground. "You just want to see me naked, don’t you?" X chuckled and pulled his helmet off.

To say Grian was stunned would be an understatement. Long white hair tied into a messy bun with quite a bit of it just hanging around X's face. Dark, fluffy-feathery long and pointy ears twitched as X inspected his helmet's visor. But Grian was not really paying attention to that. What got him frozen were all the scars on X's face. He wanted to run his fingers along the dark marks he easily recognised as left by his own kind... Not that he was proud of being one or ever said anything. But that also helped him recognise what X was under his suit. A voidwalker. He thought they were gone long before the EVO disaster yet here was X...

"Grian? What happened to my visor?" X asked, levelling Grian with a stern glare of dark purple eyes.

"No idea," Grian lied with a wide grin. "But it looks cute... I should go..." he added and was about to leave before X grabbed his arm. "X?"

"It's late, I'm not letting you fly all the way to your boulder after all the trouble you went through to get my helmet off," X's voice was more and more amused. And made Grian want to curl up into a ball and hide in his wings.

"You knew?" he whined as X pulled him along to wherever his bed was hiding.

"All along, and I agree, the drawing is cute," X admitted with a grin that had Grian blushing.

Everyone was right, Xisuma was darn handsome under his helmet and maybe it was good he kept it on during their little exchange with Empires guys. And suspiciously cuddly in his sleep and damn hard to get away from.

#my stuff #my stories #fanfic #fanfiction #hermitcraft #hermitshipping #grisuma #grian #xisumavoid

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rayan12sworld · 6 months

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💖💙Unveiling The Imposter

By:ladyflufffluff

Summary:

While tracking a suspicious fortune-teller, Shen Qingqiu falls unconscious. The fortune-teller extracts a glowing orb from his body, telling Luo Binghe and Liu Qingge that this Shen Qingqiu is an imposter, and they can see for themselves if they don't believe it.

Alternatively, the Demon Lord and Peak Lords watch Scum-Villain's Self-Saving System.

Characters Watch the Series fanfic. Post-Canon.

Chapter:9/?

Words:97,626

Status:ongoing

A few part in this fanfic :

“I can’t believe it!” Qi Qingqi groaned. “We let a baby be in charge of Qing Jing Peak!” Yue Qingyuan coughed. “Twenty is not necessarily…” “A baby,” Qi Qingqi reiterated. “ Zhangmen-shixiong , most of us were in our thirties or forties when we were named part of the ‘Qing’ generation. We ascended to our peak Lord positions decades after that. And this kid fell into the position of a Peak Lord at barely the age of twenty. He is a baby!” Yue Qingyuan scratched his chin in thought. “Perhaps we could reduce some duties from him…” “Forget it, he managed it for a decade already.”

Fine. I transmigrated into a stallion novel, but why not as the protagonist?! Even cannon fodder is good, but why must it be as the person who abused the protagonist and for the transmigration to happen after all the abuse has occurred?!’ “This almost sounds like if he’d transmigrated before, he would’ve avoided the bad treatment.” Ren Qingyue mumbled. “Don’t be absurd. Remove the almost.” Liu Qingge said. ~~

It’s the handyman Luo Binghe!’ Luo Binghe choked. ‘Shizun, really…’ he thought helplessly, unable to keep a smile off his lips. This kind of Shizun was really too cute. ~~

Also, the fact that even with 3000 women, his stamina could keep up… it seems the protagonist’s halo even reaches his ****.’ … Ren Qingyue coughed. “What… did he say…?” She thought she may have heard wrong. The remaining Peak Lords were too busy gaping and choking on their saliva to answer her query. But really, that answered her query regardless. They’d never thought they would ever hear such a crass, explicit word from Shen Qingqiu. Qi Qingqi facepalmed. “How does that even concern him? Heavens! His priorities are too messed up!” ~~

What did you say earlier? ‘Do you think I’ll tell you’, right? Not only have you told me right now, but you also seem to have said something out of the question and even revealed your future plans! The intelligence of the villains in this world was beyond saving.’ The audience felt a sudden sense of existential crisis. Was everyone in their world like this? Or was it limited to the villains only? “We’re not… that dumb… are we?” Lan Qingxuan finally voiced the crisis in their minds. “Of course not!” Mu Qingfang immediately refuted. He refused to believe this was the standard of intelligence of the beings of their world. ~~

Shen Qingqiu shouted: “Last word!” Butterfly stopped to listen: “What else did you want to say?” Shen Qingqiu thought for a moment, then asked: “How’s the taste of sleeping with an old man in his sixties?” The audience choked for a moment before bursting into laughter. “Goodness! Oh my god!” Lan Qingxuan hiccupped. “He actually asked that!” ~~

…Shen Qingqiu was shocked. ‘What a pure white lotus!’

Luo Bignhe thought in amusement, ‘did he call me black afterwards then?’

Shen Qingqiu calmly fanned himself, not an expression on his face. His mind on the other hand. ‘Not as long as I’ve been waiting for you.’ The Peak Lords, “…” God damn, this baby. The pressure around the Demon Lord had fallen to a minus.

Shen Qingqiu, ‘ No, no, no. Your original Shizun really didn’t care about you, he’d rather you died, really…… However, what troubles of mine did you realize? You should say more; I’m also very curious!’ The coughs grew more frequent. Luo Binghe’s brow twitched. Mu Qingfang’s lips twitched. “Goodness, it’s like a chicken speaking to a duck. Neither knows what the other is saying…” ~~

‘Don’t say the same things as you do to your harem! ’ Shen Qingqiu shrieked in his mind, showing a mildly disturbed look which Luo Binghe didn’t miss. Both of Luo Binghe’s brows rose up as his lips curled into an easy grin. The Peak Lords didn’t miss it. Sorry baby, you are his harem now.

Even more horrifying were these lines, these lines! This sentence “make new dishes for you every day,” wasn’t it used by Luo Binghe to make those select noble eldest Misses let go of their anger and willingly enter his harem? ‘Things can be eaten carelessly, but words cannot be said carelessly!’ The Peak Lords, “……” Aren’t you eating them still?! Would this demon brat dare do anything without your encouragement?! Shen Qingqiu thought for a while. ‘ What does it have to do with me? Since he’s already done so for me, I would be a fool not to take it. Speaking of that, the male protagonist being a free cook for me is something worth showing off!’ The Peak Lords, “……” Zhang Qingren sighed. “I really would like to open up and see how his brain works.” “There’ll be too many pits in it for you to see anything,” Ming Qinglan said. ~~

I think I have included too many part 😅😅 really I couldn't hold back there are many amazing scenes

This part had my roll up 😂😂

‘Then, the poison, how was it cured? After doing pa pa pa, the girl’s poison was naturally cured! The Peak lords, “……(￣_￣|||)” Mu Qingfang gaped before coughing and looking aside. No wonder Shen Qingqiu didn’t say anything… Yue Qingyuan wanted to spit a mouthful of blood. What priceless, obscure treasure?! How vulgar?! Who is the damn author for this?! 😂😂‘Even if I only needed to pa pa pa with the protagonist to cure the poison… Like hell I’m doing that!’ The Peak Lords, “……” Let’s tacitly ignore the fact that you’re now cured, shall we?! ~~

I have read a few fanfic in bingqiu fandom but I think it's one the best one ,in there🥰

#luo binghe #shen qingqiu #villain's self-saving system #svsss fanart #svsss #mxtx svsss #bingqiu #Unveiling The Imposter

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oh-snapperss · 1 year

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you once held my hand

hi guys! the resistance au is BACK. thanks for getting etho through round four! this is a cowrite between me and @babygirlbdubs:)

now go vote etho round five<3

Words: 2540

CW: None other than being emotionally heavy

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Note: if you haven't read the rest of this series, you can do so here.

Inhale. . .

The air is damp and cold as Etho sucks in a sharp breath, waking from troubled nightmares— or... did he even dream at all? He blinks the sleep from his eyes, lifting a hand to rub at them in the hopes of clearing his waking haze.

Rolling over onto his back, he stares at the ceiling, letting his senses awaken and take in the world around him. It's dark, save for the low flicker of a lantern reflecting on the deepslate walls and ceiling. Just enough light to see the cracks and striations he's memorized.

drip... drip... drip...

As his hearing returns, that's the first thing to wash over him. The endless methodical drip of time. Sometimes he marvels at how finely tuned it is to count the seconds. This morning— is it morning?— he doesn't think about it at all. Not when the soft sound of someone else breathing catches his attention next.

With a jolt, he sits up on his cot, the thin blanket pooling in his lap as his eyes seek out whoever has surely been watching him. Ren? Scar?

No.

His eyes fall upon something lush and green and... glimmering with diamonds.

Bdubs.

Etho glares at the kingmaker, his upper lip curling beneath the mask. Bdubs shivers in his sleep, curling the cloak tighter around him with a soft whimper. Etho considers waking him for a moment, demanding to know why exactly Bdubs is even here. Why he's sleeping outside his cell.

Of all the dumb places to fall asleep...

But the prisoner remains quiet, watching his captor in silence.

I wonder when the last time you got to sleep even was.

Sighing softly, Etho settles against the wall, eyes trained on Bdubs. The cloak causes something in his stomach to churn, each diamond reflecting the flickering lantern— calling attention to the lavish gifts the king has bestowed upon his architect. Etho can’t help but tear his eyes away to stare at the wall instead.

He should wake Bdubs. He really should. Bdubs has no place down here, and it’s clear he’s freezing. Yet… There's a part of Etho that is glad to see Bdubs resting.

You’re an idiot.

With a sigh, he listens to the drip…drip…drip… from the corner and the soft sleepy breaths of the man outside the bars. If he closes his eyes, there's something familiar about it. It's almost like the soothing tick...tick...tick... of a clock on the nightstand, and the rise and fall of Bdubs' chest as he curls in Etho's arms. It feels like a lifetime ago that he held Bdubs like that. He shouldn't long for it, not when Bdubs has betrayed him like this. And still...

He lets himself get lost in the memory, submerging himself in the warmth and comfort of a soft bed and an endless love. It's almost enough to blanket the chill of his cell.

...

"Etho...?" comes the murmur.

Etho jumps to attention, sucking in a sharp breath as his eyes, wild, dart to the source. Bdubs is sitting outside the bars, twisting to look blearily into the cell. Pulling a leg up to his chest, Etho glares at the kingmaker. His hand reaches up to check that his mask is still properly covering his face. Silence hangs between the once-lovers until Bdubs decides to speak again.

"You, um... You were humming." He stares at Etho as if trying to read every subtlety in his half expression. "Woke me up. I'm not complaining, though, hah..." A half-smile tugs at his lips, though it weighs with insecurity.

Etho's brows furrow and his eyes narrow. He doesn't know why Bdubs would lie about that, but he hadn't meant to hum. He hadn't even realized he'd been humming like he used to. The bit of hope in Bdubs' eyes makes Etho's stomach churn.

Now isn't then.

He won't hold Bdubs and softly sing gentle melodies anymore. He won't lull him to sleep or soothe away his nightmares. This is them, now— a set of thick iron bars between them.

"What are you doing here, Bdoubleo?" he asks, tone sharp. There's a bit of satisfaction in the way that hope in the kingmaker flickers.

Bdubs shifts, moving to stand and properly face Etho. "Can I not visit?" The challenge is weak and falls away as Etho scoffs.

"You didn't get my message?"

"I did, but—"

"Then you know I don't want you here."

Bdubs shifts his weight between his feet and glares at the floor, crossing his arms with a huff before looking back up at the prisoner. "Well, I can go where I please!"

Etho groans in frustration, tilting his head back against the wall as he drops his leg back down, foot stomping against the deepslate floor. "Why are you here?!" he snarls, glaring at the moss-laden man.

He sees the way Bdubs flinches at the snap, but where he expects there to be that fiery anger he knows so well, there's just hurt.

"It's a full moon," Bdubs offers quietly.

Etho glowers at him for a moment. "Right." He hauls himself to his feet, standing in the middle of the cell, staring out at the man he would've given everything for, once. "And you... what? Needed to come sleep in the cold prison? Needed to know I was locked behind bars?"

"Etho—" Bdubs sounds shocked, and his expression says the same. "You-You know the moon..." He glances away again, and Etho crosses his arms. drip...drip...drip... "I wanted— I needed—"

"Needed what?"

Bdubs falters, looking at Etho with hurt in his gaze. He takes a soft breath and mumbles, "I needed you."

Etho lets out a sharp breath of laughter, the words feeling far too sweet for all that Bdubs has done to him. He supposes he shouldn't expect anything better, considering it's what Bdubs has done all these years.

"You needed me?" he asks, though it sounds more like a condescending statement than a question.

"Of course," Bdubs mutters, as easily as he ever has.

Something clicks in Etho as he stares at the kingmaker, decorated in diamonds and loyalty.

"It's always just whoever can give you what you want, isn't it?"

Bdubs stares at Etho, and something in Etho feels satisfied at the clear hurt on Bdubs' face at his barbed words. So he digs in. Twists them with all his own hurt and fury, just to get it out— to get it somewhere other than where it curls tight and festers in his chest with every moment he's alone.

"Right now, you want whatever you think I can give you." He gestures to Bdubs' cloak. "But it's clear what you really want, isn't it, Bdubs?" The grit of the floor crunches beneath his boots as he crosses the cell to wrap his hands around the bars. There's a new kind of coldness to his gaze as his most recent realization plays over like a mantra in his head.

He never loved you.

"You want power, and riches, and attention. Diamonds. The ear of the king. To be his treasure."

Bdubs flinches, opening his mouth to cut in, but Etho keeps going.

"I think I've finally figured it out— the real Bdoubleo. You go wherever someone can buy you. It took me a while to realize why you ever kept me around if that was the case, but I figured that out, too." His grip tightens on the bars, and for a moment he feels like a caged animal. Maybe he should. "Everyone else leaves you when they're done with you. Once they run out of things to give you, or they've gotten bored, they leave you. Scar did it, Ren certainly will.

"And then you come crawling back to me because I'm there. Always waiting for you to decide I'm good enough again."

Something sparks in Bdubs' eyes at that, and Etho knows he's hit a sore spot. Good.

"If you think you can come here now and expect me to comfort you, you're wrong, Bdubs. I trusted you. Do you realize that— really realize it? I trusted you based on nothing but your word." A cold, single-syllable laugh cuts through his mask. "Stupid, huh? I should've known it was all a game years ago."

"It's not a game—"

"Oh, stop pretending, Bdubs!"

The pair stare at each other for a moment, Bdubs' face twisting into something between disbelieving hurt and bitter anger. Etho's face only matches the icy cold freezing his words over.

"All you do is pretend! You pretended to love me, you pretended to care, you pretended you would ever keep your promises. Why should I believe anything you've ever said to me?" He shakes his head, the words almost snarled as he continues. "And now you come back to me about this damn moon. You've been on about this all season, just to make me feel guilty, and for what? If you want comfort, go to Ren, I'm sure he'll hold you while you pretend to cry."

Bdubs is crying even now. Quiet tears rolling down his cheeks as he stares at his prisoner. Convenient, Etho thinks. Letting go of the iron bars, he takes a half-step back.

"Stop crying. You never needed me. Get over it."

The pair stare at each other, the tension between them taut until Bdubs finally speaks.

“Are you-are you kiddin’ me?” Bdubs feels a shattering in his chest, and realizes he’s shaking all over. “Etho, I-”

He swallows back a sob, before it wrenches out of him anyway. He can feel Etho’s incredulous stare–he doesn’t care he doesn’t care Bdubs was alone he hates him–and he can’t help but see the way Etho’s hands are steady.

He deserves this anyway.

“I waited for you,” Bdubs whispers, and with each word he can feel his heart twisting into a thousand pieces.

Etho scoffs. “Don’t-”

Bdubs cuts him off, months of frustration and fear and heartbreak rising to the forefront of his mind. It’s a full moon outside–it’s no surprise memories of a dance alone are his first thoughts. “I did!”

Etho’s mouth snaps shut, although Bdubs is pretty sure he’s stopped speaking more from fury and an inability to speak from indignation.

Because how DARE Bdubs be upset? How DARE he feel hurt from Etho’s actions, even though….

“I waited for you, and you weren’t there.”

Silence.

“End of the world, and… and everyone else left. They tried to convince me to go,” Bdubs chuckles without humor. “They told me, they said ‘Bdubs, get outta here! There’s nothin’ for you!’”

Deep breath.

“But I said ‘no! No, I better stay here, I’m sure it'll be fine!’ and they all thought I was goin’ crazy, but what could they do?”

Etho scoffs, one hand running through his hair in frustration. “That’s-”

He’s not finished, and he doesn’t let Etho start again. “Tango knew the truth. I… he tried to save us. End of the world, and he was tryin’ to save it anyways. I told him not to come back. Moon was way too close ‘n all.”

There’s a heavy silence. Bdubs sniffles and hates how pathetic he feels.

“And they told me to leave, they said to get out of there an-and…”

Etho’s shaking his head, pulling away from the bars and Bdubs’ desperate, pitiful recount. He paces the cell, before dropping back to the floor of the cell, knees to chest as if to protect himself from Bdubs’ words. Just like when Bdubs needed protection too.

“But I didn’t! I waited! I said, no, no, Etho’s comin’ home and I gotta be here!”

Etho said to stop crying.

So he squares his shoulders, and stares directly at Etho. “Because you promised me. And I trusted you, and waited, and waited. And the sky.. The sky started to fill up with that damn rock instead of daylight and I stayed anyway, cause you promised you would be there, and… and yeah, I knew you wouldn’t be, because you never are, but I was really hopin’ that just this once you would keep your word.”

This time, Etho makes no attempt to interrupt. Maybe he’s not even listening.

“I dunno why. Because you-you’re never here! You always just take off and come back as you please, and I-”

Stock still, Etho shows no sign he’s listening save for the slight incline of his head.

“I needed you.” While Bdubs takes a breath, trying to calm himself, comfort himself, he hears a familiar drip, drip, drip not unlike the ticking of his clocks.

It steadies him more than he’d like to admit.

“I danced.”

“What?” Etho finally responds, voice scratchy.

“I did, I put on our song and everything. Thought it might help, or distract, or anything, really?” It’s hard not to lose control again, and cry all over his cloak. “I thought… figured if you weren’t gonna be there, I could at least pretend, since that’s all I had.”

(He ignores the fear and panic rising at the mere memory.)

“And them the moon came crashin’ down, and it hurt, but I tried… I just thought about you.” His face is burning under Etho’s gaze, and part of him wonders why on earth he thought baring himself like this to Etho was a good idea when Etho so clearly doesn’t think it hurts him.

And yet, Etho actually… he seems as close to breaking as Bdubs does, eyes glimmering in the way Bdubs has only seen in moments recently. For every shuddering breath Bdubs takes to keep back the tears threatening to fall, Etho’s chest rises steady, too uniform to be anything but forced control. When he speaks, it betrays him.

“Go upstairs, Bdubs.”

Before Bdubs can stop it, a single rogue tear falls down his face. It’s as if he were split in half–one part of him begging to stay anyway, to only be with Etho, or maybe stay from spite. The other half…it’s what Etho wants. And he doesn’t deserve your presence anyway.

“Fine.” He turns on his heel, gathering his cloak to himself and decidedly not imagining it to be Etho instead, in a kinder lifetime.

He doesn’t look back, not even as he trudges up the steps and faces the cold moonlight above.

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Etho sleeps fitfully after that, dreams of a moon larger than life bearing down on him. The apocalypse was always said to be terrible, but part of it is beautiful, if only in the way all endings are. Somewhere in his dreams, a jukebox plays, a melody created for him and–

“Bdubs!” he calls, and even as the world explodes into fire around him, he thinks he catches a glimpse of his lover in the distance, dancing alo-

“Etho, wake up!”

He blinks, the cold cell quickly coming into existence around him. A rock juts uncomfortably in his back, and he starts to squirm away from the offender, when he realizes who is standing before him in the dim light, hand outstretched. “Come on, let’s get you out of here!” Grian grins wickedly, spinning a ring of keys on his finger. “I think a certain resistance–which I’m not part of, definitely not–wants you free.”

#ethubs #etho #ethoslab #bdubs #bdoubleo100 #hermitshipping #ethubs resistance au #hiiii guys #VOTE ETHO.#been a while and i have NO excuse

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I Love You, Always

Sukuna x Reader

Part 14 Three Brats ♡♡♡ Part 15 Sakura series m. list

Reblogs, likes and comments are appreciated!

Warnings: Oral(o/c receiving), sex, nipple pinching, Sukuna is horny and wants your attention (lol)

"Sukuna, get up." You violently slap his arm, "you gotta leave after my parents leave."

“No.”

You smack his arm harder this time, “you can’t be here today.”

Sukuna lazily lifts his head from your pillow and frowns, “why not? I heard everything.”

“Which is why you have to go. I can’t have you here today.”

He chooses to ignore you by laying back down, turning his back towards you and all you can do about it is get annoyed. If you kick him out now, there’s a chance someone will see him. With one final blow to the back of his head, you sigh and then throw the blanket over his head, “fine, stay hidden in there and don’t come out all day.”

Sukuna doesn’t bother to respond, so you gather up new clothes and head out to freshen up. You’d usually take your sweet time showering but your heart is anxious, since Sukuna doesn’t want to leave. After towel-drying your hair, you head towards the kitchen and prepare yourself something to eat while your parents walk around back and forth in the house. And since Sukuna wants to be an asshole, he doesn’t get any breakfast.

Your mom pokes her head into the kitchen while putting earrings in, “Ayumi said she’d tell you when she’s around the corner, so make sure not to go back to sleep.”

“I get it.”

She gives you a quick scowl but nods anyway, “we’ll be off then.”

You’re eating as you wait around for five minutes when you finally hear the sound of your dad’s footsteps traveling down the steps to the front door along with your mom’s. Once the door clicked, you wandered out into the living room and lounged around, waiting for Ayumi’s text. It took about fifteen minutes before your phone started ringing.

“Hello?”

“Oh hey, y/n, I’m outside, do you mind opening the gate?”

You jump up from the couch immediately, “of course.”

Instead of going outside to open the gate, you go towards the buzzer by the door and press the button.

“Asa-san, Ayumi-san, it’s great to see you again.”

You’d give them a hug if they weren’t each carrying a sleeping child in their arms. They smile at you in unison and wander into the house.

“Sorry for the late notice again,” Ayumi says with a sorrowful smile.

You shake your head at her, “it’s totally fine. I wasn’t doing anything.”

Asa looks around and starts to walk towards your bedroom, “since they’re both asleep, should I place them in here?”

Fucking shit!!! You look pretty fucking sketchy based on your stunned expression, but what are you supposed to do?! You’d look weirder to them if you said no, but Sukuna is in there lying dead asleep like an ass! Hell, they aren’t even paying attention to you. Instead, Ayumi is following Asa and before they open the door, she turns back at you, “in here?”

You’re caught. You should’ve kicked him out the moment your parents were gone. Why didn’t you try harder? Now you’re caught! You manage to force a smile and laugh nervously, “yeah, just place them down and I’ll tuck them in after you guys leave. Isn’t Hotaru still in the car?”

Ayumi chuckles, “yes, but he’s asleep as well.” She walks in with Asa and places Ren down first before glancing up at Asa. “Honey, you should go back to the car first to make sure Hotaru is alright and then bring in the kid’s things. I’ll be out in a second.”

When you walk in, your heart literally falls out of your ass and you sigh a breath of relief. Sukuna isn’t here! Well, he isn’t on the bed anymore and you’ve no clue where he’s at, but you’re grateful that he’s gone for now.

Asa lays Haru down as well and gives you a small bow with his head, “thank you so much for this favor, y/n-san. As a way to pay you back, please let Ayumi and I take you out for dinner someday.”

You quickly bring your hands up and shake them with a laugh, “oh no, there’s really no need to do that. We’re family, that’s what family is for.”

Ayumi takes your hand in hers and leans on Asa, “please, we feel so indebted to you, y/n.”

Well, since that day would most likely never come, you awkwardly nod your head and agree. Asa leaves first to go to the car while Ayumi explains how her kids are. Most of it just went in one ear and out the other… all you really caught were naughty and don’t play well together.

With Ayumi and Asa gone, the two kids asleep in your room and Sukuna disappearing, all you can do is lay around downstairs and wait for them to wake up. Where did he run off to anyway? Did he sneak out through the window? Maybe you should look for him.

You enter your room again and tiptoe around quietly. Nope, not here. Where could he have gone? You go to the window and check but the window is locked, which means he’s somewhere in the house… when did he wake up?

“Sukuna?”

You make sure to keep your voice low because frankly, you’re not ready to care for two kids yet. After searching the whole downstairs, including the pantry, you go up. As expected, the upstairs living room is empty. There’s a heavy pull to your eyebrows as you continue to wander about. He’s nowhere here and the only place left is your parent’s room, so you push the door open and peek inside.

“What are you doing here?”

Your voice pulls him out of his train of thoughts and he turns around with a goofy grin, “this you?”

It’s a photo of you in your middle school days and boy… you weren’t all that cute in the photo. Just that one though! Your face burns red with embarrassment as you march over and snatch the frame. You flip it down so that it’s no longer showing, “I asked why you were in here.”

Sukuna muses, “I was bored. I came up here a little before your guests arrived.”

You jab at him with an angry frown, “that doesn’t mean you can just wander as you please. What if you got caught?”

He grabs your wrist and pulls you closer, “but I didn’t.”

“And if you did?”

He wears a pretty smirk on his pretty face, a playful glint sparkling in his eyes, “then I’d act like I was robbing you. I’ve got the looks to play the part.”

There’s that laugh he was looking for. You shove him away with your free hand and back away, “you’re stupid.”

“Only for you.”

You deadpan, “yeah, right.” You drag him out of the room, “anyway, now that I’ve found you, you can’t be here.”

“I think I can help you look after these runts.” Sukuna playfully puffs out his chest and gives it a smack, “I did pretty well with that other runt last time, don’t you think?”

He’s got a point, but you absolutely cannot risk these kids tattling on you. With a stern voice, you answer, “that’s true, but these kids are older. Hotaru only babbled.”

He follows you down the stairs with heavy feet, “then I’ll threaten them.”

“Sukuna.”

“Kidding~” he raises his hands above his head and sways side to side, “just tell them that I’m a friend that’s here to help. It can’t be that big of a problem. I’ll bribe them with money, too. Kids love that.”

You frown at him again, “they’ll ask where the money came from.”

Sukuna leans over your face and smiles like an innocent child while his eyes tell a different story, “from you, of course.”

You’re going to argue back but your bedroom door suddenly opens and all doom falls on you. It hit you like a baseball bat, you swear. Sukuna didn’t expect for the door to open either, based on how much he stiffened. You turn around with a nervous smile and look at the seven year old. He’s staring back at you while he rubs one eye.

“Hi… Haru.”

Haru’s eyes go from tired to curious and he walks up to you with an expression you can’t read. His small hands grab at yours and then he glances up at Sukuna, “who is this, auntie y/n?”

Sukuna stifles back his laughter and raises his eyebrows, “yeah, who am I, auntie y/n?”

“Oh, this is my friend, Sukuna.” You lower yourself to his level and hold a finger up to your mouth, “but you can’t tell anyone about him, okay?”

Haru squints his big eyes at you, “why not?”

Crap. Your brain actually stalls and loads as you look for an excuse but none come to you. All you really can do is panic internally.

Sukuna taps the kid’s head and sighs, “because I can play with you and your brother better, since we’re guys.”

Well that’s sexist. You roll your eyes at them, “what kind of excuse is that?”

Haru ignored you and beams at Sukuna instead, “you have a dingdong like me, right?”

“Yeah,” Sukuna bursts out laughing and nods along, “except mine's way bigger than yours.”

Haru shakes his head at him and releases your hand to slap Sukuna’s thigh, “mine is bigger! We can measure.”

“No, you can’t.” You stand back to your normal height, “just promise that you and Ren won’t mention Sukuna. If you promise, my friend will give you money.”

“Okay!”

You have doubts but if they tell, hopefully Ayumi and Asa will think they’re talking nonsense. Ren wakes up a little after the whole incident as well and you explain the same thing to him, except you tell him that it’s a game and the winner would get more money the next time you saw them. He looked eager to take the deal but children make promises like it’s nothing.

♡ ♡ ♡

By now it’s around one and you’re busy looking around in the kitchen for something to cook. Since you weren’t properly listening to Ayumi, you’re left to guess what they can and can’t eat. There’s a 20% chance they’re allergic to specific things and you’re sure they’re picky eaters since they’re young, so you’re trying to be mindful. Okay, Ren is five, so he might eat whatever you feed him, but Haru is definitely around the age of being a picky eater.

“Curry udon it is.”

You mutter to yourself as you gather the needed ingredients. The house is the loudest it's ever been since Sukuna is watching them for you. You easily find what you need and get to work. Because you don’t have all-purpose flour, you substitute by mixing 100g of bread flour and 100g of cake flour with water. You begin to mix it in slowly, pouring the water and a bit of salt in time by time until the consistency becomes dough-like. When that’s done, you spread flour onto a tray and lay it down, continuously kneading and spreading until it’s ready. It’s going to be a long process to get the dough completely smooth, so you’ll be at it for a while. And maybe you’re out of shape, but your arms are already starting to get sore. Ugh, you don’t even want to know what the chaos going on is about. You shove the dough into the fridge and prepare to make the curry.

While you’re busy doing that, Sukuna is laying on the couch and playing on his phone. He’s not even watching them!

Haru is busy controlling his remote-control race car while Ren follows him around and hovers over his shoulder. Feeling annoyed, Haru reaches behind him and shoves Ren back, “go play by yourself!”

Ren stumbles backwards but stays persistent in lingering around, “I want to play with it too!”

“You’re annoying!” Haru shoves his younger brother again and controls the car to go somewhere else. He makes sure to travel around the living room with the car though so he doesn’t lose sight of it.

Ren wordlessly follows his older brother again, still waiting for a turn. When Haru hears him coming, he stands up and holds the remote close to his chest with a glare, “leave me alone! Play with the other toys.”

This finally catches Sukuna’s attention, so he removes his eyes from the screen and clicks his tongue at Haru, “stop it.” He sees Haru shove Ren back again and sits up on the couch when Ren’s lips begin to quiver. “Look, he’s about to cry any second now because of you.”

Haru glares at Sukuna this time and walks away to play with the car in another area of the house but he stops when he hears Ren behind him again. This time he hits Ren’s head with his knuckles which makes Sukuna stand from the couch. He frowns at the seven year old, “oi, would you stop that? You’re gonna make him cry.”

“I don’t care.” Haru walks towards the car and picks it up, “I don’t share toys with Ren.”

He walks towards him again and pushes him back but this time it’s a little too hard and the boy falls onto his butt. Just like that, the younger brother begins to sob and Sukuna has no choice but to walk to them, “look, you made him cry. What did I tell you?”

Sukuna snatches both the car and remote from Haru, “none of you can play with it if you can’t share.” An evil grin plays on his face, “now it’s mine.”

Ren continues to cry while Haru kicks Sukuna’s leg as hard as he can (it’s doing no damage lol), “give it back! It’s mine!”

He sticks his tongue out at the kid and puts the car down to play with it, “go cry to auntie y/n about it.” As soon as the car starts moving, he smiles more child-like, “I’ve always wanted a race car!”

Haru does as told and runs to wherever you are. Knowing that there’s trouble around, he picks Ren up and goes to the kitchen as well. Like a brat, Haru angrily stomps in and tugs at your clothes, “auntie y/n, your stupid boyfriend won’t give me back my race car!”

You look down at him with furrowed eyebrows, “he’s not my boyfriend! And Sukuna,” you change your line of view to him, “stop being a child and give him back his toy. You should know better.”

Sukuna lifts Ren to get a better hold of him and shrugs innocently, “I’m discipling them.”

This time you cross your arms, “you aren’t their parent; therefore you get no say on how to discipline.”

He likes to challenge you, so he talks back like a smart ass. Sukuna steps further into the kitchen, “I’m their guardian right now, so that means whatever I say goes.” He waves the toy in the air to tease Haru, “if they can’t learn to share the toy and play together then they can’t play at all.”

“The. Toy. Is. Mine.” He gets in Haru’s face and smiles in a cunning way, “am I clear?”

You stop what you’re doing and stare at Sukuna with a bored face, “I didn’t know I was signing up to watch over three brats. Since you also can’t play fair with them, you don’t get the toy either.” You hold your hand out to receive the toy, “hand it over.”

Sukuna scoffs, clearly amused, “no way.”

“Sukuna, give it.”

He hums softly to himself and gives you a mischievous look, “if I give it to you then I’ll just have to find something more interesting to play with.” He steps closer to you, “something like… your kitty?”

You shove Sukuna away from you and continue to make the udon base, “that’s disgusting.”

Ren blinks his big owl eyes at you, “auntie, you have a cat?”

You’re gonna pretend you didn’t hear that. Sukuna on the other hand has other plans as he plays around and nods like he’s talking about something innocent.

“She sure does. It’s pretty and cute… soft and really friendly.”

Ren’s eyes go even wider than they already are and this time Haru clings onto Sukuna’s leg, “can we see?”

Alright, this has gone too far. You turn down the heat and ruffle Haru’s hair, “Sukuna is talking nonsense. I don’t own a cat.” You smile cutely at Ren as well, “he’s talking about my neighbor’s kitten. Now,” you glare at Sukuna again, “give it.”

Sukuna rolls his eyes at you and puts Ren down, “fine.”

When Sukuna is out of sight, you give the toy back and point a stern finger at them, “if you can’t share then I’m taking it away again. Understood?”

Haru looks down but nods his head at you. Same goes for Ren, “yes, auntie.”

“Go have fun.”

Gosh, what a headache. Three brats… really??? Anyway, since the broth is starting to boil, you add in some bonito flakes, turn the heat off and wait for around a minute until the flakes completely sink. After that, you strain it and begin to cut up the rest of the ingredients, even going so far as to add some pork belly. For the curry mix, you combine curry powder, flour, potato starch and water.

You’re done cooking the pork belly and don’t question why Sukuna is suddenly in the kitchen again until he stands right behind you and wraps his arms around your waist. Feeling that it’s too risky, you push him with your elbows, “get off of me.”

Your words fall on deaf ears because Sukuna starts to leave tiny little kisses down your neck and onto your shoulders. You stiffen in his hold as your breath hitches from the tickling sensation, “stop, Sukuna.” You use your elbow again, “not here, my nephews are in the room next door.”

Sukuna’s hands travel down to the waistband of your bottoms and he sighs softly to himself, “they’re busy, come on.” He gives your shoulder another kiss, “let me get a taste.”

You’ve already poured the veggies, pork and broth in so you’re too busy manually removing the foam from the pot to actually fight back, “stop being a pervert and go play with them. I’m making lunch.”

Sukuna’s fingers just dig deeper into your pants while he watches you pour in soy sauce, mirin and sugar, “they’re getting along and playing just fine, I made sure. They won’t even know what’s going on in here.” His right hand cups over your crotch while his middle finger presses down right onto your clit, “don’t you think youthful innocence is just so cute?”

He’s the fucking devil. You’re trying to focus, so you continue to cook, “yes, it is. I’d like to keep it that–” you jump from the sudden sensation of rubbing and try to ignore him as best as you can, “I’d like to keep it that way. Who knows if they’ll walk in and become traumatized because you can’t keep your hands to yourself.”

He smirks onto your shoulder as his fingers become soaked in your arousal. Like the ass that he is, he slips two fingers in and begins to pump in and out at a steady pace, “I just want a taste of dessert. After all,” his other hand slips into your shirt and under your bra, “you were being mean.” His fingers begin to rub and tweak at your hardened nipples, making it hard to concentrate.

Your eyes shut momentarily as you lower the heat to lower to let it simmer and thicken, “how so?”

Sukuna brings his mouth towards your ear and gives it a slow lick, “you took the race car away from me. Now I have nothing left but your kitty to play with.” He places a gentle kiss on the shell of your ear, “let me get a taste.”

“There’s no way in hell.”

After adding the curry mix, you try to push Sukuna away but he holds you firmly and pushes another finger into you, “you’re behind a counter, y/n, and the kids are in the other room. No one will see a thing.”

Just as Ren runs into the kitchen, Sukuna ducks down to be unseen and pulls your bottoms down as well. Ren stands by the entrance, holding up a lego piece he built, “auntie y/n, look! I built a car!”

“Spread your legs.”

Sukuna whispers loud enough just for you to hear. Obviously, you don’t comply. Instead, you make big eyes at Ren and nod, “wow~ Oh-” you cut yourself off when you feel Sukuna spread your legs for your and forces you to stick your ass out so he can get a better angle. He licks a stripe down your cunt from behind like the nasty man that he is. To fix your mistake, you laugh, “that’s so cool, Ren. Just keep playing over there with Haru, okay? Lunch is almost ready.”

By now, Sukuna is greedily tongue-fucking you and you have no choice but to act like nothing is happening. Ren cocks his head, “are you okay, auntie? You’re moving a lot. Where is uncle Sukuna at? I want to show him!”

He’s about to come to you but you hold your hands out at him and stop him, “no, go play in the living room. Sukuna– ngh… he went to the bathroom, I think.” You point behind Ren and smile as best as you can, “go over there and I’ll go get him for you, okay?”

Ren blinks twice before eventually smiling again, “okay! Tell him to hurry so I can show him!”

He’s out as quick as that and all you can do is breathe a sigh of relief. Once you’ve calmed down, you turn back and try to shake him off, “get your tongue out from there, you fucking pervert!”

Sukuna smirks against your cunt and buries himself deeper, chuckling lowly when you bite your own lip to hide your moans. Even if you used all your strength to shove him away, he’s holding you firmly in place with no problem. He can taste your mess, but he continues to kitten lick you through your orgasm.

“Stop,” you sigh out as your legs begin to shake and lose strength. You can barely manage to stand as overstimulation begins to hit and the only thing keeping you standing is Sukuna’s hold.

With one final lick, he swallows your taste and pulls your bottoms back up in one swift move, “oh, shut up. You enjoyed it.” He tidies your clothes up a bit and wraps his arms around your waist again, “I felt your cute little hole clenching.” His lips tickle the back of your neck as he mutters against it, “you were excited, weren’t you?”

“No, I was horrified he was going to discover us like this.”

He rubs his lips against your skin and then pulls away smugly, “I couldn’t help it. You taste so good. I want more.”

Before his hands can wander more, you turn off the heat, unravel yourself from him and go towards the fridge to take the dough out to cut, “later, okay? Stop distracting me.”

You lay out a bunch of flour so the pieces don’t stick together and begin to roll it flat when Sukuna leans over and pokes at it with a pout.

“I just want a kiss, then.”

“A kiss? If I give you one then you’ll shut up and be on your way?”

What an ass. He lingers in your kitchen, does as he wants, watches you cook and doesn’t bother to help at all. After you’ve rolled the dough out enough, you fold it and begin to cut them precisely.

Sukuna flicks the flour from his hand and nods, “yes ma’am.”

Fine, if a kiss will shut him up then so be it. You cup his cheeks with your flour covered hands and give him a soft peck on the lips. It’s nothing romantic at all, but a kiss is a kiss. You pull back from him and look him in the eyes, “happy?”

He looks far from it, lol. Sukuna’s lips twitch into a frown and he clicks his tongue sassily at you, “not a fucking peck. What am I, a kid? Give me a real kiss.”

You look away from him to resume cutting the dough into noodle pieces, “but– mph!”

Sukuna impatiently grabs your chin with one hand and slams his lips down on yours, forcing your mouth open with his tongue. He pushes his tongue against yours and makes sure that you can barely catch your breath before breaking away. Like the dick that he is, he smirks to himself in a proud manner and wipes your lips for you with his thumb, “that’s more like it.”

He wipes the flour off of his own cheeks and then smacks your ass with his left hand, “no take backs. You better serve yourself on a silver platter for me later.”

“I–”

He doesn’t bother to linger any longer as he walks out of the kitchen, “yo, kiddos! What did you want to show me?”

You wipe at your own mouth and scoff in disbelief, “that asshole.”

Ugh! Whatever… You try to forget about the wet mess that you are and boil the noodles so they’re ready to serve.

♡ ♡ ♡

You pour the curry into a small bowl and go out to find them. The first thing you see is Sukuna hogging the race car while Haru clings to his leg as he waits for his turn. Even when you said for him to play nice he’s still being greedy… you smile at the scene anyways and tap your foot on the ground to get their attention. Sukuna’s eyes never leave the car but he responds.

“What?”

You shrug in an obvious way, “where’s Ren?”

“Shit, dunno.”

Really, Sukuna? You groan at him, “you lost him?”

Sukuna’s other hand begins to push at Haru as he tries to pry him off, “he’s not lost, just somewhere else.”

Haru’s little hands clutch onto Sukuna’s pants tighter, “quit it, it’s my turn now.”

“Beat it, kid.”

You’re beginning to lose patience with the two as you speak, “Haru, where’s your brother?”

The kid whips his head around and stares at you with the same big owl-like eyes as Ren. He shrugs his little shoulders, “he left to play by himself.”

Crap. Guess you’ll have to seek him yourself. He shouldn’t be too far, so hopefully you can locate him quickly. Since it’s obvious that he’s not in this area, you go into your room and search. Nope, not there either.

“Ren,” you call out, “it’s time to eat.”

You go upstairs with hasty steps and halt at the top when you see him peacefully building legos by himself. The only thing you’re dreading is the bunch of legos that he dumped out onto the floor, but that’s an issue for later. For now, it’s time to eat.

“Ren,” you say again, “come here.”

He silently stands from where he’s sitting and runs over to you, “wanna play?”

“Maybe later. Here, try this.”

You give him the bowl and make him try the curry.

“Is it spicy? Can you eat it?”

Ren’s chubby cheeks turn a soft shade of pink but he beams at you happily, “it’s yummy.”

“Good!”

You pick him up and carry him down with you while shouting.

“Time to eat!”

Both Haru and Ren line up behind you to get their portion and so does Sukuna. He’s standing there like a big baby waiting to be pampered and coddled, how ridiculous. You start off with Haru and give him his bowl, “walk slowly and go sit at the table over there. Would you like anything specific to drink?”

He lights up like a bulb, “soda!”

“Is that okay with your mom–”

“Ah come on, let the kid have some soda.”

Sukuna’s louder voice cuts through yours and when you turn back to glare at him, he cackles and hides behind his bowl to avoid your gaze. Haru taps your leg and nods eagerly, “yeah, auntie y/n, listen to your boyfriend. I want soda.”

“He’s not my–”

“Let the kid be happy, baby.”

The way Sukuna says it is so cunningly sweet that it irritates your soul… however, there’s a giddy feeling in your stomach from his stupid ass teasing. How is it possible for him to be so carelessly playful all the time? Once Haru gets out of the way, you give Ren his and walk him over to the table. Sukuna scoffs in offense, “aren’t you forgetting about someone?”

“You’re a big boy, Sukuna. You can serve yourself.” You’re speaking to him in the same playful tone he used on you and hide your laugh when he squints pettily.

He makes sure to huff and puff repeatedly when filling his own bowl but it only makes him look like a man-child. “Are you going to offer me a drink too or ignore me again?”

You move to make yourself a bowl as well and tap your cheek, “hmm, don’t you have two feet that work?”

“I have a third leg that wo–”

“Alright, alright, what do you want to drink, asshole.”

He snickers triumphantly, “soda for me, too.”

Clink, clink, clink and clink. You place four cans down on the table and sit across from Sukuna, digging in after everyone has already started. The next hour consists of you watching the three of them play together. Of course, there are moments when you have to step in and tell Sukuna to stop being childish, but he only listens for a few minutes and then goes right back to acting like a kid. Ren is the only one who is laid back, but that’s because he’s occupied with the many other toys Ayumi packed.

“I’ll be right back.”

You go back upstairs and take your sweet time to collect the lego pieces that were dumped. Just how many pieces are included in this set? You crawl over to grab the two buckets and hum to yourself. 2,000 pieces per bucket, wow.

“That’s my car!”

Ren’s voice roars from downstairs and his loud crying follows shortly after. Gosh, Sukuna can’t have the race car so he takes Ren’s? Why can’t he be a bit more responsible? You quickly gather the pieces in bunches and snap the lid back on so you can bring both buckets downstairs with you.

“Sukuna, would you quit acting like a brat?”

Your voice dies down when you see the situation. It wasn’t him that took the car, it was Haru. Sukuna is looking at you with an ‘are you serious right now’ look while cradling Ren in his arms to help console him.

“Oh…”

His frown quickly lifts into a grin as he mocks you, “yeah, oh.”

Embarrassment seeps into you as you walk over to Haru. You hold out your hand and demand for the lego car, “what did I say about playing nice? If you can’t do that, you can’t play at all.”

Haru crosses his arms and frowns at you, “then I’ll tell my mom and dad about your boyfriend!”

“Ouu,” Sukuna bursts out laughing at you and covers his mouth with a fist, “he got you there.”

“You’re not helping the situation, Sukuna. None of this would’ve happened if you had just left when I told you to.”

He bounces Ren in his arms to help lull him, “if I left, you would’ve been stressed trying to take care of them on your own.”

Well, he has a point. Damn him. You feel so defeated today as nothing is going your way… What are you supposed to do? The three of them won’t share the damn race car, Ren is in love with the one he built yet Haru won’t let him have it and even when you told Sukuna to be an adult, he won’t let the kid have the race car to himself.

While you’re blanking out about what to do, Sukuna takes it upon himself to step closer and pull you into an embrace with his other arm, “stressed out?”

“A bit,” you sulk, muttering against his chest.

Haru grimaces at the scene but quickly becomes jealous when he realizes he’s being left out, so he quickly shoves himself between you and hugs Sukuna’s thighs, “I want a hug too! How come you guys are only hugging Ren?!”

Sukuna playfully rolls his eyes, “beat it, kid.” Despite saying that, he releases you and kneels down to pick him up.

“I was just having a bit of fun, y/n. I didn’t mean to stress ya out.”

He tries to make it up to you by puckering his lips for a kiss but you immediately reject it and shoot him down.

“Fine,” he grumbles, “hey kids, how about we all clean up and watch a movie together?”

Ren sniffles, wiping his own tears, “movie?”

“What kind of movie?” Haru adds.

Sukuna moves his head closer to Haru’s and lightly headbutts him, “any kind you want. You just can’t say a word about me being here, okay?”

The kid squints with suspicion and scoffs, “don’t forget about the money you promised.”

He puts them down and digs into his wallet to give them pocket change, “yeah, yeah.”

It’s kind of cute watching them run around the house as they try to tidy things up. Sukuna is barely doing anything to help but it’s the effort that counts and the other two are shoving things in their duffel bag. Since it’s almost four now, you’re curious on how much longer you’ll have to watch them. You would text Ayumi but you’re not sure how serious Hotaru’s condition is, so it might sound insensitive of you to ask how much longer you’ll have to babysit.

So, you guys spent a good few minutes arguing on what to watch since everyone’s preference was different. Sukuna wanted to watch horror but you argued against him since it wouldn’t be appropriate for children to watch, therefore you’ve all settled on Coraline. Sukuna is stuck on the other end of the couch with Haru sitting beside him and then there’s Ren and you. Because he’s a bit scared of the movie, he’s clinging to you and Sukuna is glaring at the poor kid through the corners of his eyes. He’s jealous that you’ve given these kids all of your attention because now he’s left hanging.

They fall asleep halfway through the movie, possibly from food coma and from sitting still for so long. Sukuna turns to look at you with a gentle pout still on his lips, “kids are asleep.”

“What about it?” You whisper back.

He points down at his thighs, “this brat is heavy, and my legs are asleep so let’s move them.”

Aww, Haru looks so cute when he’s not being a smart mouth, almost like Sukuna. You carefully lift Ren up and stand from the couch, “they should be fine in my room again.”

You wait for Sukuna to stand as well and then go towards your room. You’re about to enter, but Sukuna turns and goes in a different direction. “Uh, where are you going?”

He doesn’t even look at you, “putting them in the room upstairs.”

“Why?”

All he does is ignore you, so you have no choice but to follow him up. It’s so weird! It’s weird to see Sukuna with kids. You weren’t used to it last time and you’re not used to it now. He looks too soft… To imagine him as a father is just funny, and with that imagination in mind, you end up laughing a little too loud.

He tucks Haru in first and looks up at you, “what’s so funny?”

“Nothing, just… it’s nothing.” You pull the blanket over Ren and start walking away, “why did you bring Haru up here anyway?”

Big arms snake around your waist, holding you in place, “so they won’t get in my way.” Sukuna releases you, bends down and picks you up bridal style after, “you haven’t paid attention to me all day.”

A giggle leaves your lips at his immaturity, “that’s a lie, I paid attention to you this morning.”

“You left me hanging.”

“Oh, you got me there.”

He leans down and leaves a kiss on the tip of your nose, “now it’s time to make up for it.”

Your smile drops at his statement and you begin to flail in his arms, “Sukuna, no. The kids are still here.” You feel his grip on you tighten so you begin to flail harder, “you can sneak back over later tonight. We can’t do anything here.”

He shuts your door with his foot and throws you onto the bed, “it’ll be fine, y/n. They’re dead asleep.”

This guy… No. You can’t let him have his way right now but Sukuna quickly topples over you, trapping you beneath him. He’s not exactly sitting on you, just hovering above, but he’s a lot heavier than you so no matter how much you try to fight him off he won’t budge.

He smirks down at you, “I hope you realize how loudly you’re laughing. You’ll wake them up if you continue.”

“Good, hopefully they can save me from this horny pervert!”

“Ahh~” he sighs, “a pervert? Me?” He laughs in a cynical way and lowers his face so that his nose almost touches yours, “you might not be wrong~”

There’s so much tension between you two right now as he lays his forehead against yours, “but on a serious note, pay attention to me too.”

Damn, he switches just like that, huh? First he looks all evil and sinister and then he looks all vulnerable and shit. What an absolute ass. You told yourself not to give in, but he just pulls you in like a magnet… you can’t help it.

You tilt your head up first and meet his lips and gosh, they’re hypnotic. The not-so-secretive smiles that play on your lips disappear as you both indulge in each other, mindlessly crossing lines that were long blurred all over again.

Before things escalate, Sukuna separates and pants against your lips, “if you really don’t want to do it, we don’t have to. I’ll wait.”

Fuck it. You’re already horny. You tilt your head upwards again to continue the kiss, granting him permission to continue and you moan softly with excitement each time he grinds against you. Your heads turn at different angles to deepen the kiss while his hands move down to your thighs. Everywhere his hands go, your skin burns. It’s crazy, right?

Sukuna gently lifts your hips up to pull your pants off while his lips move from yours down to your neck, leaving you a panting mess. It’s crazy how his lips leave such soft supple kisses on your skin while his breath tickles your neck.

“Let’s take a look,” Sukuna says as he removes himself from you. He spreads your legs apart and salivates at the mess you’ve made.

Feeling shy, you close your legs again and look away, “don’t look… it’s embarrassing.”

Sukuna shakes his head at you and spreads your legs open again, “it’s cute, doll. Nothing to be embarrassed about, alright?”

He stares at you with such tender eyes before moving down to lick a stripe up your cunt. It sends a shiver down your spine but you’re quickly drowned in bliss when he gets to work. Sukuna’s mouth attaches to your clit and he gently flicks up and down while his hand pumps in and out of your pulsing cunt. There’s a dirty squelching sound that fills your ears and you can feel your stomach tightening up.

Your hands fly down to Sukuna’s head in a panic and you violently grip at his hair but you’re too late. Your legs are already squeezing his head while your back arches from the pleasure and he’s just shamelessly lapping up all your juices like a starved dog.

“Fuck me,” you whisper in the heat of the moment.

Sukuna removes himself from your cunt and crawls back up to tackle you in a wet kiss. He’s letting you taste yourself, that dirty man. His damp fingers move into your shirt and under your bra so he can play with your hardened nipples.

“Shit,” you moan into the kiss at his touch and push him away gently, “hurry, who knows when they’ll wake up.”

He sits up and unbuttons his pants, his boxers damp from precum. It amuses him how you’re always looking at his bulge with such wide eyes. It fits every time, so why do you always look a bit anxious? Sukuna pulls out his dick and pokes at your soaked entrance. He pushes in slowly and muses in the erotic sounds you’re making. Your previous orgasm made it easier for him to slide in, so he begins to move at an easy pace.

You let your hands roam under his shirt, “kiss me, Sukuna.”

He does as you say, leaning back down to lap his tongue over yours. While making out, he quickened his pace, going harder for each thrust. It makes you bounce up and cling to him more, wrapping your legs around his waist. Sukuna grips at the back of your neck to swallow more of you while his other arm wraps under you to press you closer against him. Everything about you drives him insane.

You could feel every inch of him sliding in and out while your breaths and moans got louder and louder. The sound of skin slapping and the smell of sex began to fill the air but you were too intoxicated on sex to care. It just felt too good. Everything felt too good with Sukuna.

He grunts harshly while a sheen layer of sweat begins to build up, “baby.”

You don’t hear him. You’re too distracted with your own pleasure.

Sukuna pinches your nipple to get your attention. “Baby,” he calls again.

This time you open your hazy eyes and look up at him, “yeah?”

Shit. You didn’t make a face at the name he called you. Now he’s even harder. Initially, he planned to pull out and finish on your stomach, but you just pull him back in each time. Sukuna grabs both of your wrists and pulls you up off the bed.

“Turn around. Face down, ass up.”

You submissively do as he says and get into the position he asked. He lines himself up with you again and slams right in, earning a loud moan from you. “Fuck,” he mutters, “you’re swallowing me up.”

His hands grip your waist and he begins to pull you back and forth while his hips snap into you violently. He’s burning with desire, just on the edge of cumming. “I’m gonna cum,” Sukuna says as he begins to slow down his pace.

Too drunk on sex, you push your ass out towards him, “in me…”

Do you realize what you’re saying? As much as he would like to, he’s not wearing a condom and the possibility of you getting pregnant would cause problems, so he chuckles and leans forward to press sensual kisses down your back, “baby, did seeing me around kids give you a funny idea? Hmm?”

No answer… You’re a drooling mess with your tongue lolled out. There’s a pool of saliva seeping down on your sheets but Sukuna doesn’t need to know that.

Sukuna grins at your silence and moves closer to turn your head towards him. Hungry lips devour you and you’re left kissing him back like the horny mess you are, moaning uncontrollably. You release first, flinching with sensitivity as his dick continuously rubs up inside of you.

“Shit!”

Sukuna quickly pulls away from the kiss and pulls out of you while his cum spurts onto your ass and back. When the high finally dies down and you both catch your breaths, he flips you onto your back and presses cute tiny kisses on your cheeks and lips, “sorry, I made a mess on you.”

“That’s okay,” you softly pant, “guess we both needed that.”

“Let me help you change.”

Before you can argue back, he walks to your dresser and digs around for a bit. While he’s doing that, you use your old undies to wipe his mess off your back.

When Sukuna finds what looks like comfortable enough undies and a pair of sweats, he comes right back to you. There’s a glow on his face as he smiles gently, putting your legs through the holes and dressing your bottom half. He pulls you to sit up, “are you okay? Did I go too hard?”

“No, it was perfect. Promise.”

You jump off the bed and kiss his sweaty forehead, “you’re the devil, Sukuna. Such a tempter.”

He shrugs in a nonchalant way, “you like it, don’t lie.”

Damn, he’s got a point… again. You fan yourself and walk towards the door, “I’m gonna make sure they kids didn’t hear us…”

“Have fun~”

You look over your shoulder with a playful smile, “go home, okay? I don’t wanna get in trouble later. If you like me as much as you say you do, you’ll listen and spare me some punishment.”

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moodyclouds89 · 2 years

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Yandere ran haitani x fem reader [part 8]

[A/n: I should really make a schedule on when I update my series😭 sorry for the wait!]

"Are you serious!?"

You just nodded and took a sip of your drink.

You called Yuna over the next day and told her everything about the call you got last night.

"I was thinking of reporting it to the police."

"I don't think that would do much. Isn't bonten hard to trace and catch?" You sighed knowing she was right.

If the police couldn't find any traces of them throughout the years then how would they be able to trace yoshi now?

"I feel so useless now! I can't do anything to help yoshi get back and have to just sit here and wait while the police tries everything they can"

Yuna felt her heartbreak seeing you so stressed and worried.

"Don't stress yourself too much y/n, let's just hope that the police will manage to catch them and bring yoshi back safe and sound" you nod at her words and hold onto that little hope you still have.

Yuna left soon after and you were once again left alone, well not exactly since ren was still here with you.

You got up from the couch and decided on taking a nice warm shower.

Days have passed since that call. And during those days you felt scared living alone.

You don't feel comfortable around your own home now. The feeling of someone watching you while you do your daily home activities makes you want to crawl under your covers and hide. You couldn't eat without looking around and still feeling like something is there.

And your belongings, they sometimes go missing. For example your favorite perfume that you bought not so long ago has gone missing for weeks until later it randomly appears again.

At first you didn't pay any attention to it. But it suddenly got worse to the point that you're scared about your safety.

And you know that its ran and his co-workers.

You've seen them wandering/driving around your neighborhood and sometimes you see those exact same black cars you saw months ago follow wherever you go.

You never knew ran would be this crazy. But you wonder.

Why is he doing this? Does he not want you to be happy? Does he want to ruin your life?

What does Ran Haitani exactly want from you?

Does he hate you so much that he will do anything to make your life miserable?

But you got it all wrong.

The reason behind all this is not because he hates you but it's because he still loves you. Of course you don't know that, you still don't know that your ex still has feelings for you and that he would do anything to get you back and love him like old times.

Ran will make sure that nothing gets in the way of his love for you. He hates seeing you happy with someone that isn't him. He doesn't care what he has to do or the consequences that will later come.

All he wants is you

You and only you

So what he comes in the middle of the night when you're sleeping just to watch you sleep peacefully not knowing he is there?

He doesn't care that he sends rindou or sanzu to watch over you when he can't. Or follow you around when you shop for groceries or cat food.

And yoshi?

Well he has other plans for him.

But now his main focus is you.

So what a surprise it is when you hear a knock at the door late at night. You open it thinking it was yuna dropping some things off only to find him.

Beautiful lilac eyes staring right back at you. The same eyes you fell in love with back then but soon moved on.

The first time you saw him again after years was on that date with you and yoshi. But now seeing him up close you could feel shivers down your spine.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

"Is that a way to speak to your lover?" He teases with a smirk.

"Ex lover you mean?"

His playful expression instantly fades away and morphs into one you couldn't understand.

He walks inside your house and you follow right behind him with a scowl.

"Hey what are you doing? Get out!"

"I just want to talk"

You stared at his figure as he sat down in the living room.

"Come sit and let's talk"

"I'm good I'll stay over here"

He hums and looks around the place.

"What a nice place"

"Thanks, yoshi help with decorating" he bit his lip and grip the seat when you mentioned your lover's name.

"Is that so?"

"Mhm, speaking of Yoshi, where is he?" He rolled his eyes.

"I came here to talk to you and all you do is whine about him. Yoshi this yoshi that C'mon stop worrying he's fine!" You flinch at his outburst. You could tell that the mention of your boyfriend pisses him off. He leans back on the couch and looks you in the eye.

"Now let's talk about us"

"Us? What about us ran?"

He sighs and takes out a cigarette and lit it up.

"You know, our relationship. You know I was really dumb back then" he says before exhaling the puff of smoke.

"You were" you mumble underneath your breath. You sighed and looked at him.

"What about our relationship?"

"Well, I was thinking about us. And how we could've worked out if I wasn't-"

"Ran…listen you broke up with me first. You made it clear back then that you didn't love me anymore and now I've moved on and I'm happy with someone-"

"Are you?"

"Yes"

"Y/n I know I was a dumb teen back then but I have change. And I love you and want you back, so how about leave yoshi and be with me instead!" You looked at him like he was insane. You scoff and glared at him.

"But I don't love you anymore ran! Just please give yoshi back and leave me alone!"

It was silent for a moment. He didn't utter a single word and you felt uneasy.

You don't love him anymore?

What kinda sick joke is that?

"Well then…" he says and gets up from the couch. He drops the cigarette before stomping on it.

"I really wanted to talk it out with you but I guess I have to get you back another way."

You step back as he starts walking closer to you.

"What do you-" you bump into someone's chest from behind you and you feel your breath hitch.

"I'm sorry love"

Before you could say anything else you felt something hit your head which caused you to fall on the floor and blackout.

"She really doesn't like you huh"

"Shut up sanzu and get her in the car"

He watched as his brother and sanzu carried your unconscious body away.

"I didn't want to use this on you but you didn't leave me no choice love" he said before following right behind the two and getting in the car.

Ran haitani truly is obsessed and deeply in love with you.

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autumnalwalker · 5 months

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WIP Wednesday

Thank you for the tag, @druidx.

Passing the (optional) tag to @ceph-the-ghost-writer, @outpost51, @sam-glade, @ren-c-leyn, @writernopal, and the usual open tag to anyone else who wants it.

Rules: Post part of a WIP (ideally on weds - but only if you can manage that)

So, here's the start of something I wrote last night instead of sleeping and is probably going to distract me from working on my main WIP until I finish it. It's a standalone piece I'm tentatively titling Kindly Basilisk:

The moment you gain the knowledge and means to do so you will void your own body’s warranty. You will jailbreak the bespoke gene sequence your sponsors commissioned for you before your immaculate conception, repurpose the spyware grafted into your bones, and talk your dormmate who was algorithmically selected for compatibility into helping you perform surgery on yourself to replace the neural jack you were born with in favor of one you cobbled together yourself from gray market parts. None of this will technically be illegal or even get you kicked out of your campus or its affiliates, but it will mean having to find a way to pay your own medical bills and handle your own tech support from then on. After the surgery your dormmate will put in a request for transfer and the two of you will never speak again.

You’ll major in AI studies and excel at it - as you were designed to - but you’ll shock everyone by dropping out halfway through working on your capstone thesis project. It won’t be the fact that you abruptly drop out that surprises your peers and professors - by then you’ll have acquired a reputation as a quiet loner without the standard optimized social support network of friendships to help protect you from burnout - but your exit interview statement declaring your intention to become a mech pilot. It’s not at all what your gene series was cultivated for, and your sponsors and counselors will try to walk you back from it. Then they’ll threaten to revoke your sponsorship that up until then will have provided for your every need. They will warn you that you’ll be just one step above a legal nonperson with no support; no one will care if you live or die or worse. You’ll tell them that you’ve already done the math, refuse to elaborate, and leave.

You’ll take two things with you. Two things worth mentioning anyway. The first will be a symbiotic gel suit designed for long-term all-environment life support. You will set its default texture to a shiny green the same hue as the broadleafed water plants you grew up around and always loved. Your exit interview will be the last time in a very long time that anyone - including you - will see your impossibly beautiful face with its perfect artisanally sculpted shape crossed with enthusiastically amateur self-modifications. From then on, everyone you meet and spend any time with will come to think of the mannequin blankness of the symbiote fully encasing your body as your face. It will be neither pride nor shame that causes you to present yourself as such, nor will you think of it as hiding your “real” face.

The second thing you’ll take with you when you leave the campus forever will be me.

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dabislilbaby · 2 years

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Kingdom of Fire

- Part 2

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Shoto x f!Reader

A/N: Hey guys🙃 welcome to chapter 2 of Kingdom of Fire. I'm really glad you guys liked part one so much. I appreciated all the comments and feedback, they were so nice and really made my day :)

This chapter mostly focuses around Shoto so y/n doesn't show up very much

As always, lmk if you wanna be on the tag list for future chapters, enjoy! ❤️

Series Plot: Prince Shoto battles with his own desire and his father's wishes, when he meets you. A young sorceress who didn't know who he was. You become friends and help him discover his true power. The two of you journey thru many obstacles before he has to make a decision. You? Or the Throne?

Chapter Summary: Upon his return home, Shoto is met with a few agonizing comments from his father, and an even more agonizing family dinner. And yet, the whole time, you're the only thing on his mind.

Warnings⚠️: 18+, Shoto being a little bit of a perv🤭, Masturbation (m), kissing, groping, mention of penetration (all in shoto's imagination), and endeavor just being an ass

Word Count: 4.5k

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You awoke to the sound of birds and the feeling of the warm sun beaming down on you. Your eyes fluttered open and you saw that Shoto wasn't lying next to you. But you were still draped in his cloak, and his sword still laid in the grass a few feet away. You sat up on your elbows, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. Your gaze roamed the small area until your eyes landed on him. He was standing in front of his white horse, petting its long nose gently. His attention turned to you. "Ah, good morning." He smiled, continuing to pet the horse as it snorted in front of him. You stood to your feet. "Morning" you replied. "You didn't have to stay" you commented as you tutted over to him slowly, his cloak wrapped around your shoulders. He smirked, eyes falling back onto his horse. "I haven't been awake long" he replied. "But I figured I'd give you a lift home?" He questioned to ask for your permission. "Will you take no for an answer?" You joked and he shook his head with a smile. "I sent Lucienne home with the carriage last night and had him leave one of the horses. So I hope you won't mind having to hold onto me." He teased. You stayed silent but your cheeks were a pale shade of pink.

"Do you want to pet her?" He gestured to his horse. You nodded your head and he held his hand out to you. You put your hand in his and he guided it along the horse's long nose, gently. "You have to pet her right here, otherwise she'll get scared." His voice was soft and comforting. "What's her name?" You said as you looked at the beautiful creature before you. "Azalea." He stated. "Like the flower?" He nodded his head in agreement. You looked into the horse's eyes and her large black orbs stared back at you. You could feel her emotion. Her calmness and comfort, and that put you at ease. "I've had her since I was young." He stated, petting her one last time before stepping back towards the blanket. "It was my mother's last gift to me before she passed." He picked his leather-covered sword from the ground, hooking it back on his belt.

You removed his cloak from around your shoulders and handed it off to him, before picking up your own. You slipped on your shoes that still layed in the grass and began to pack up your blanket and basket of fruits. Shoto reached over and grabbed the basket from your hand, along with your shoulder bag that laid on the ground, and hooked them both on either side of the saddle. He motioned for you to come closer, holding his hand out to you once more. You placed your hand in his and put your foot in the stirrup. You pushed yourself off the ground, steadying your weight on Shoto as you threw your leg over the horse. Once you were situated and comfortable, Shoto joined you. Positioning himself in such a way that had his chest pressed firmly against your back. His chin ever so slightly grazing the top of your head. His arms reached around you, grabbing onto the lead, his elbows resting on your thighs. His large frame engulfing your figure in front of him. He clicked his tongue and the horse walked at a steady pace out from the clump of trees that hid the lake.

Once on the familiar dirt road, you spoke, breaking the silence. "I live just a few miles north of where you found me. He nodded his head and continued on. You could feel his breathing on your back, his slow inhale and exhale relaxing. You leaned back against him, letting his body support your weight. You couldn't see it, but his cheeks were dusted pink by your actions. When you leaned back on him, there was a warm feeling in his chest that he couldn't pin point. The ride was quiet aside from a few small morning yawns from you and the sound of hooves on the dirt.

After a long ride you spotted a familiar fence post. "Right thru here" you pointed at a break in the trees. He pulled one side of the lead, turning the horse left. You came up to a wooden cottage next to a small pond. "Easy girl" he spoke, making the horse slow to a stop. He hopped off the house and held out his hand, helping you down as well. You grabbed your bag and he took the basket. You stepped to your front door, placing your hand onto the wooden surface. You said a few words under your breath that Shoto couldn't hear and a dim green light waved over the door. "What was that?" He asked. "A containment spell. It keeps people out of the house while I'm away." You paused, opening the door. "Not that anyone ever comes out this far anyway." You joked. You stepped into the small room. At least, small to him compared to the castle he was used to. It was warm and cozy. It felt like a home. "You can set the basket there in the kitchen.

He set down the basket of food on a large stone counter top that was set next to a brick oven. He watched as you entered another room, presumably yours, before coming out with a book. You held it out to him. "I want you to read this before we start. It's filled with all the basic information you'd need to know before beginning to practice magic." He grabbed the book from your hand, flipping thru a few of the pages. "It should only take you two or three days, and then come see me when you finish." He looked up at you and smiled. "Do I need to wait till I'm done to come back? Or can I come by and see you sooner?" He teased. You rolled your eyes. "I've fed the stray cat and now I can't get rid of it." You joked, finally pulling off your cloak and hanging it by the door. "Well you did say you'd enjoy regular company" he said with a cheeky grin. You sighed in defeat. "Alright alright. I suppose you can come by tomorrow if you'd like." His smile grew wide. "Tomorrow it is then" he bowed before you. "Sadly I must get going, my father will have my head if I'm not back at the ca-... house... before mid day." He caught himself before revealing the fact that he lived in a castle. Cheeks a bit red from the mistake he almost made. "Well, we wouldn't want you to lose your head, now would we?" You teased, walking him outside and back to his horse. You waved him off as you watched him trot down the path, away from your home. "What have I gotten myself into?" You sighed, returning inside and shutting the door.

Shoto arrived at the castle gates. "Good morning, My Lord." One of the guards greeted him. "Morning Henry." He replied, hopping off his horse. One of the reasons the kingdom loved their prince so much was because he took the time to get to know people. He knew all of their servants and maidens by first name. Knew their families and treated them all kindly. The king however, probably couldn't recite a single name of anyone he'd ever employed. He didn't care about the people, he just cared about his status and power. But Shoto was the exact opposite of his father. Kind hearted and caring.

One of the stablemen came to take Azalea away to be brushed and fed, Shoto giving him a polite nod as he approached. He stepped thru the gates and up to the large steel door that separated him and the inside of his home. "Good morning my Prince." A young woman came up to him. "Ah, good morning Jezzy. How's your mother doing?" He spoke, opening the large door and stepping thru, the woman following not far behind. "She's doing better, thanks to the herbalist you so kindly paid for your majesty. I am forever grateful." She bowed her head to him as a thank you. "It was no trouble at all, Jezebel. Your mother helped raise me, it was the least I could do to keep her in good health." He smiled at her.

They continued to walk down a long corridor as they went on with their conversation. "Have you spoken to your father yet this morning?" Shoto shook his head. "No, I just got in from spending the night elsewhere. Is there a problem?" He asked the young woman before him. "Well..." she paused, a bit nervous. "The King seems to be a bit... displeased... that you didn't return last night after your meeting with Lord Takami." He gave a weak smile. "I figured he would be." He paused. "I'll take care of it Jezzy, thank you for letting me know." She nodded. "Tell your mother I said hello, okay?" He turned into a side hallway that led to a set of stairs. "Will do, your majesty" she bowed again before leaving in another direction.

Shoto stepped into his large bedroom. Just this space alone was the size of your entire house. He removed his cloak and hung it near the door, stepping out of his boots as well. Unclipping His sword and laying it atop his large white dresser, placing the book you gave him right next to it. His smile finally faded. The one he kept plastered on his face when he was around people. Truly, he was unhappy. But he wanted to make people feel warm and comfortable when they spoke to him, so he kept his cheery personality on display. But once alone in his own space, there was no hiding that needed to be done.

He stepped into the semi-closed off area on the opposite side of the room from his bed. He started running a bath and removing his clothing, throwing them into a basket for the maids to take later on. He stretched his arms, and then stepped into the large porcelain tub that sat next to a medium sized window. He sank into the warm water with a sigh, resting his arms on the side of the tub and leaning his head back. He closed his eyes and the only image in his mind was you. Your soft features when you slept, the smile you wore when you spoke of something you loved. The way your hair framed your face and those beautiful e/c eyes that shined in the moonlight. He groaned, wiping a wet hand over his face and pinching the bridge of his nose. He lifted his head and opened his eyes, looking out the window. Why couldn't he stop thinking about you? He spent only a short amount of time with you and now you were all that filled his thoughts.

He closed his eyes again. The memory of you beginning to remove your dress before asking him to turn away. The way your breasts floated above the water when you got close to him. The quick glance he stole when you stepped out of the water. Watching the white fabric cling to your skin and memorizing the shape of your figure. He groaned again as he started to feel a desire grow in the pit of his stomach. This was something he hadn't experienced before. Normally, he didn't feel much. His emotions had run dry most of his late childhood and all of his adult life. But now he felt a longing. A desire to be close to you. To feel you. What the hell has gotten into him? He thought. "Shit." He mumbled under his breath, feeling that desire grow between his legs. He tried to ignore it at first, beginning to wash himself with the bar of vanilla scented soap. But the more he ignored it the more it seemed to grow.

After he was done washing himself, he sat there for a moment, staring out the window, contemplating. It was disrespectful to defile a woman in your mind such as he was. But no one was around. No one would know. He sighed, dipping his hand below the water. He palmed his erection, twitching slightly. It was a bit sensitive. He closed his eyes and let his imagination drive itself, wrapping his hand around his shaft. He imagined you again...

Out of your dress and in the water. The two of you were back behind the waterfall, by the caven in cliff. He leaned down to kiss your soft slips.

Shoto started to pump himself slowly.

He ran his hands up your sides, pushing up on the fabric of your white undergarments. His lips met your neck and he imagined the sound you'd make. A breathy whimper. He groped at your breasts and pushed you against the rocky wall.

A quiet moan left his lips as he picked up the pace on himself. His imagination quickly shifting gears to something more... Explicit.

He imagined you bent over the side of his bed, naked.

Another breathy moan escaping him as he pumped himself more.

He trailed kisses down your back as he pushed himself into you, making you moan out his name. Imagining how it'd feel to be inside you. Squeezing at your hips, leaving marks in the places only he could see. Claiming you to be his.

His thoughts continued to wander as he came close to his climax. He covered his mouth before letting out a throaty groan, releasing into the water. His breathing was a little heavy as he released his grip on his shaft and pulled his hand from his mouth. He felt a bit guilty for thinking such lewd thoughts of you, but it was a hard temptation to resist.

Once finishing his much needed bath, he stepped out of the tub. Covering himself with the expensive cotton towel that hung from the wall. He wrapped it around his waist, tucking the corner to keep it mounted on his hips. As he stepped out into the room, his door was swung open. A tall King Enji meeting his gaze. "Where the hell were you?" He growled at the young prince. "Hello to you too father." He commented, annoyance in his voice. "Answer me, boy!"

Shoto sighed, running a hand thru his hair. "I stayed the night in the village, it's not a big deal." He turned away from his father, opening a drawer to his dresser. Enji scowled at him. He leaned over to where his white fur cloak hung, taking a sniff. "So you failed to tell anyone you planned to stay the night, only to return home with the smell of a woman on your cloak?"

"it was not a planned stay." He retorted. "Hm" he raised his eyebrows for just a second. "I'm sure your whore appreciated the last minute decision." Shoto gritted his teeth behind a closed mouth growl as he pulled some clothes from the drawer. His father infuriated him. Enji began to step out of the room, saying something else before he left. "See me in my office in 15. I'd like to discuss your meeting with Lord Takami." And with that the door closed shut behind him. Shoto's hand balled into a tight fist, clenching in his anger before releasing it with a sigh.

Getting dressed and combing thru his hair, Shoto reluctantly made his way to his father's office. On his way out of his bedroom, he stopped at the door and looked at where his cloak hung. He grabbed some of the fabric in one hand and pulled it to his nose. It smelled mostly of him, but he could pick up the faintness of your scent that lingered. It was earthy and feminine. Smelled like sweet berries. A small smile crept at the corner of his lips, a genuine one, before he left the room.

"What was Keigo's report on the southern border?" Enji leaned back in his chair. Shoto crossed his legs in his own chair before speaking. "Lord Takami reported a few ogres spotted among the outer limits of the main city, said they were being taken care of and shouldn't cause any disturbances among the towns folk." His fingers fidgeted with the hem of his shirt. "And what of the northern kingdom? Has he any more information on the troops he spotted near our borders last month?" Shoto shook his head. "He said he was waiting for his informant to return from the north, but that he hasn't seen anymore troops or scouts in the area." Shoto paused and his father nodded his head in approval. But Shoto decided to continue. "But I have a feeling that Lord Takami may be hiding something..."

"What makes you say that?" His father questioned. "I'm not quite sure... Just the way he was speaking sounded like he wasn't being completely honest with his findings." Enji scratched at the long red beard that fell from his chin. "Well, I doubt it's anything to be concerned about. Keigo and his men have worked for us since you were young. I believe him to be trustworthy."

Shoto disagreed, but knew that nothing he said would get thru to his stubborn father. It was a problem he'd have to take care of himself once he sat on the throne. "Alright, you may go." Enji waved his son off , no longer caring for his presence now that he had the information he wanted. Shoto stood from his chair, beginning to exit the room. His father made one comment. "And if you're going to spend your coin on scarlet ladies, I'd prefer if you did so on your own time, not when I ask you to conduct business." His voice was filled with disgust and annoyance. "I did not-" Shoto began. "I don't want to hear it. You may take your leave." Enji cut him off, waving him away once more. Shoto gritted he teeth and left the room, making his way to the court yard. He needed the fresh air. His father made him so angry. Spending any longer than five minutes in his presence would make his blood boil.

When he stepped out into the court yard, he saw his best friend practicing archery. There was a slight breeze that combed the air as he watched the green haired young man pull back the string on his bow, releasing it with a snap. The arrow head puncturing a few inches away from the center. "Your aim is sloppy" he called out to his friend, shoving his hands in his pockets. Izuku turned around, becoming aware of Shoto's presence. "Well I'd like to see you try for a perfect shot in this wind, your highness." He retorted teasingly. Shoto smirked and walked over to where Izuku was standing, picking up a bow that laid in the grass. Izuku handed him an arrow. He placed it in the groove of the wood, pulling it back with the string. He closed one eye, focusing on the red dot at the center of the target. He aimed 2 inches to the left and let go. The arrow hit dead center on the target, and he looked over to Izuku. "You were saying?" He said with a cocky smirk on his face.

"yeah yeah, whatever." Izuku waved him off. "As the son of the Duchess, I'd expect more from you, Izuku." Shoto joked with him, pretending to be disappointed. He sat on a garden bench that was close behind where Izuku was practicing. "I met the strangest woman yesterday." He began. Izuku shot another arrow, missing the red dot again. "Oh yeah? What was so strange about her?" He picked up another arrow. Lining it up again. "She didn't know who I was." Shoto stated. Izuku shot again. Coming close but still missing. "She didn't know you were the prince? How odd." He paused. "Is she from another kingdom?" He asked, shooting yet another arrow. "No, she lives just out of town from a village near the south border."

"Well, what did she say when you told her you were the prince?" Izuku questioned with a laugh, lining up another arrow, about to take the shot. Shoto paused for a moment. "...I didn't tell her." Izuku let go of the string and missed the whole target entirely. He turned to his friend. "What?" He sounded confused. "I didn't tell her I was the prince." Shoto's tone was as if it didn't mean anything. Izuku laid his bow in the grass and sat next to Shoto on the bench. "Why?" He asked. Shoto shrugged. "Because I didn't want her to treat me like royalty." He paused, turning his head to look at Izuku. "She's actually quite pretty" He added, turning his head back and staring at the ground with a small smile on his face. "You better be careful Sho, don't fall for her."

"it might be a little late for that." He joked. "Already? How long did you even hold a conversation with her?"

"Quite a while actually. And I spent the night with her so-" Izuku interrupted him. "You spent the night with her?" Shoto scoffs. "Oh please, it wasn't like that." Izuku raised an eyebrow as to say he didn't believe him. "I'm being serious! I didn't lay with her, I simply just stayed the night in her presence." He was being defensive. "Your father won't be happy about this, you know he wants you to marry nobility." Shoto shrugged again. "Well, then I just won't tell him." He fake smiled wide. "Besides, who said anything about marriage? I simply said she was pretty. I can still be his "perfect son" and enjoy myself a little, can't I?" He said condescendingly. Izuku shook his head. "You spend one night with her and now you're willing to go behind the King's back just to play around with her." He stood from the bench. "You are something else." Shoto laughed at his friend's comments.

Shoto sat at the long rectangular table in the dining hall. His father at the head of the table and his sister sat across from him. It was silent. A tense silence. He cut his meat as one of the servants refilled his glass of wine. His sister broke the silence.

"I was thinking maybe this year we could hold a ball for Mother's birthday? Like we used to." Enji almost choked on his wine. Shoto paused, looking between his two family members. He stayed quiet. "Might I ask what could have brought upon this thought, Fuyumi?" Their father spoke, sounding a bit displeased. Fuyumi finished chewing a bite of her food and set down her utensils. "Well..." She paused, wiping her mouth with the napkin. "...The dutchess and I were going thru some of mom's old things. And I found the dress she wore to the very last one we held." She paused again, waiting for a response from their father that didn't come. "It's been 12 years since her passing, I figured we could hold it in her honor." Enji took a moment to think before answering. "Well, I don't think-" Shoto interrupted him. "I think that's a wonderful idea, Fuyumi." He gave his sister a warm smile that she returned with an excited one. He knew his father was going to say no. And he knew it would hurt her feelings, so he interjected before Enji got the chance to shoot it down. Enji sighed in defeat, taking a sip of his wine. "Her birthday won't be for another 6 months." He tried to make excuses. "Well, there's nothing to say we can't start planning early." Shoto retorted, giving his father a fake smile that was full of attitude.

He turned back to his sister. "When I visited the southern village yesterday, there was a florist who was selling mother's favorite flowers."

"White Azaleas?" Her voices pitched in excitement. Shoto nodded, taking another bite of his food. "Hm, I didn't know white Azaleas were her favorite." Enji commented. "Of course you didn't." Shoto replied almost immediately. Fuyumi felt the energy in the room get tense. "You didn't bother to know anything about her." He added, not even giving him a glance and continuing to eat his food. Enji didn't respond and just stayed silent, awkwardly clearing his throat. "The next time I'm there I'll buy some and give them to Shiozaki to plant in the garden." He said to his sister.

"Next time? Are you going back to see your whore?" Enji commented. There were a few faint gasps from some of the servants. Fuyumi almost choked on her food. Shoto gritted his teeth, holding in his anger before responding. "Can I not simply pay a visit to the people of this kingdom, father?" He turned his head to him, fire in his eyes. Enji decided to get cocky. "Well I mean, you've never seemed to be interested in leaving the main city before I sent you to speak with Keigo. And now all of a sudden you seem to be awfully interested in making a regular appearance."

"Maybe I'm just ready to start taking responsibility as the next king." He retorted. "Or maybe the woman I smelled on your cloak is a distraction-"

"Guys!" Fuyumi interrupted, eyes darting between the two. Shoto sighed, he laid his utensils on the plate and wiped his mouth with the napkin. "I apologize, my dear sister." He stood from the table. "if you'll excuse me, I think I'll take my leave for the night." He began to walk around to the other side of the table in the direction of his room. "Sho..." Fuyumi started, feeling bad. He walked past her chair, leaning down to give a comforting kiss to the top of her head, avoiding the intricate hair clip that held her white locks in place. "Goodnight, I'll see you in the morning." He turned his head to glare at his father before leaving the room. Fuyumi watched him walk away, a bit upset that yet another family dinner was ruined by the two of them being unable to get along.

After a long day, Shoto finally made it back to his bedroom. He ran a hand thru his hair with a deep sigh, taking off his shoes and beginning to undo the buttons on his shirt, lazily throwing his clothes over the back of the sofa in his room. He walked past the white dresser where your book was still laid. He smiled, remembering you. He picked it up and opened the cover, taking a seat at the edge of his bed. He scanned over the words, beginning to take in the information the book had to offer.

Before long, he'd become completely immersed in the pages. Everything he read was all new information, and all of it he found quite fascinating. He didn't put it down almost all night, and he'd surely have a plethora of questions for you tomorrow.

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a-real-life-hermit · 3 months

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hiya peeps! if ur on my blog, u may want to read this before u scroll/interact extensively to make sure this is a safe place for u <3

u can learn more about me, the real life hermit, under the cut or get a quick explanation on my pronoun page :3 quick tw just in case: i do talk lightly about gender, sexuality, and disabilities under the cut!

hi hi hello all! glad to see you here! how are u! look at ur lovely face!

before you go any further, while i'm not against minors interacting with my posts, i personally try to avoid interacting regularly with minors! that doesn't mean minors DNI, that just means that if ur age is in ur bio i may keep some space! if we interact and i don't realize ur a minor, pls let me know! i also please know i do swear semi-often, so if you're uncomfy with or triggered by swearing it might be safest for u to click off this blog <3 also this blog IS a safe space for bipoc and queer folks. if you aren't okay with that, feel free to leave my blog immediately.

short and sweet with details later: felix, 20. they/them, enby lesbian, autistic, white, american (central standard time). very fucky sleep schedule. this is a side blog!

that's me, felix! i am the real life hermit. obviously the only hermit ever in existence /s

i'm autistic and hermitcraft is one of my special interests! hence the whole side blog. my sleep schedule is abnormal for my time zone and i don't get out much, so don't be surprised at my strange posting/reblogging hours :D i am nonbinary/genderfluid but use more femme-aligned terms of endearment and i do use queer to describe myself :3

please feel free to message me, send me asks, and tag me in posts, reblogs, or comments! if it's hermitcraft related you can tag/ask/message this blog, but you can also interact with my main blog, @felixxthefrog ! i don't bite i promise <3 i love my moots so much but struggle with reaching out, so don't let my introvertedness discourage you!

as for hermitcraft specifics, this IS a TangoTek Fan Blog. okay? no tango slander. he's my fav.

for the most part i consistently follow Tango, Skizz, Impulse, Ren, Gem, Pearl, Grian, and Scar. i'll watch eps that people recommend or send to me, and will occasionally watch other peoples' vids if i'm bored. i pretty much only watch tango, impulse, and skizz's streams.

i'm okay with character shipping, but i personally only do platonic ships and am anti-content creator shipping as the hermits have requested people not ship the real people.

i love all things fanon, i do post/reblog life series things, and attempt to keep up with the lore around martyn's (inthelittlewood) personal AU lore, tho i'm not super familiar with it. if you are familiar with it, please feel free to rant at me about it in messages or asks <3

anyway. long post over! i'll add more things as i see fit. thanks for reading!

#rlly hope this post finds its way to all my moots #i feel bad i haven't rlly introduced myself to anyone #if we're moots and ur reading this #please know i love u sm <3 #hermitcraft #hermitcraft blog intro!

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asexualzoro · 1 year

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it’s my 22nd birthday today, and you know what that means...

Lew Writes Wrapped 2022!

its virtually all third life this time, most of which have not been posted on main before. woe, the full weight of my third life obsession be upon ye

blood god, mortal red

(Jan, 1.2k, DSMP, oneshot) (link)

one of the Many minecraft execution fics i have written in my life, technoblade anvil edition

not to start this post off with making myself sad, but man, i miss him.

i remember writing this one all in one sitting at work in january. i think i did a pretty good job with it from an artistic standpoint, and as an analytical piece, i think i hit the mark perfectly. that said, i don’t think i could reread it now. i do think it was fun as a writing exercise to force like, 5 seconds irl to stretch out into a thousand words

yes, the only way out is down

(April, 1.2k, 3L, oneshot) (link)

another minecraft execution fic, third life rendog edition!

IM SO PROUD OF THIS ONE. im so fond of it it’s probably my favorite third life oneshot. ren’s execution makes me fucking rabid and this is just the most direct expression of that.

what’s funny is i actually remember being pretty dissatisfied with this fic when i finished it--there was a lot of stuff i wanted to hit on that i just couldnt swing around to--but when i stepped away from what i wanted it to be and looked at what it was, i realized i liked it a lot

the rhythm of cold fists

(May, 2.6k, 3L, onehsot) (link)

sometimes you get so worked up about the idea scar threw the finale of third life that you have to write a bunch of frenzied words on it

this one is funny bc i think its got the second most hits of any of my third life fic, but the comment number is really low comparatively. i mostly just had fun making the transcript of this scene and then fleshing that out into a full ‘novelization,’ it was a neat writing exercise! i don’t think anything in particular stands out about this one, but i’m happy with it overall

Wooden Mausoleum

(May, 3.8k, 3L, oneshot) (link)

Sometimes you get so worked up about the idea of the unactualized betrayal plotline of the most loyal man in the series that you have to write a bunch of frenzied words about it

okay this is going to sound bad but i keep forgetting i wrote this. i dont know why. i like this fic! one of my favorite paragraphs i wrote all year is in it! and yet??? i dunno.

id love to write a different martyn wins au where the betrayal isnt the sort of ‘mercy kill’ suggested in this fic, bc i still have not recovered from the unrealized betrayal plot. someday i’ll write a martyn wins au where he Means to win

i... still feel something is sort of off with the way this fic ends, but i think ive felt that about a lot of the fic/scene endings ive written of late. i think that ending scenes/fics is just ill have to work on this upcoming year!

might be best to not look back

(Oct, 2.7k, 3L, oneshot) (link)

i’m starting to think all my oneshots are just me getting possessed by different parts of the third life. anyway i had a point to prove about scar throwing, and what might happen were he not being wildly unsubtle about throwing

i can write essays on this fic it makes me feel insane. i HAVE written an essay on it already just recently. tbh, this fic itself IS an essay written for the purpose of analyzing the penultimate third life scene. i have and could and will write more essays on the penultimate third life. this is all i have to say to avoid making this a 1k word post

i think i did what i wanted to pretty well? it was sort of confusing, by virtue of trying to talk about a point your viewpoint character won’t acknowledge, but it was a fun piece over all

missing or obstructed

(Oct-present, 6.3k, 3L, ongoing) (link)

post third life fic but only grian and ren remember, featuring so many sleep/dreaming metaphors, because i lucid dream and have insomnia and it does a lot to me as a person

missing or obstructed has 14.7k words written but i havent fuckin posted most of it bc i got derailed by lamplight. missing i am so sorry i miss you so much but youve been obstructed. i am really excited for how the rest of this goes but i think i have to finish and completely exorcize lamplight from my head before i can go back to it in earnest. i DID post another chapter at 10pm yesterday so i had more of it to include in this wordcount tho,

missing or obstructed has been a lot of fun to write bc i lvoe stupid metaphors. it has sucked to write because it’s forced me to come up with worldbuilding shit for the watchers which has been so much more difficult than i thought. it’s been fun again cuz i love worldbuilding. it’ll be super fun when i finish the current scene i’m sitting and get to introduce martyn pov. i lvoe writing Martyn pov

Lamplight AU

(Nov-present, 20k, 3L/LL, series) (link)

renchanting dnd au. i put ren in a lantern. what else do you need

wadda hell.

i cannot even begin to like--lamplight was literally supposed to be just 20 Questions and thats it, i wasn’t going to write more, but people liked it so much that i was like “sure, i’ll write a bit more” and you guys have been??? so kind. the amount of enthusiasm this fic has received thru kind tags/comments, asks and interest, and even art??? is equal parts deeply humbling and also incredibly likely to give me a god complex. this fic has been so much fun to write and my readers are the whole reason, i cant wait to show you what i have in store for the rest of it

six sentence sunday challenge

i also started a challenge back at the end of march of this year over on @driflew called Six Sentence Sunday. the rules are simple: every sunday, post six sentences you wrote that week.

i didn’t make it every week, but i made it a great deal of them. on occasion, i even posted 12 sentences the week after missing my six, meaning some weeks counted for two.

my six sentence sunday tag on that blog has 28 posts from the year! considering there’s only 52 weeks in a year, i started three months late, and a few of those weeks are actually two, i feel pretty good about the amount of weeks i made. not every week, but basically any week i didn’t have a good excuse not to complete my six sentences. it kept me writing all year, if only a little bit at a time, and i’ll be keeping up with it for sure!

to finish out,

i passed my writing amount from last year (25k) by over 10k words! my total number for this year doesnt even count the 7k or so from missing or obstructed i havent posted, plus an uncounted few hundred words of unposted snippets for lamplight. i’m really happy with everything i’ve done this year!

which… this year i wrote and posted 37,800+ words!

thank you to everyone who has supported my writing all year, as always, it means the world to me. happy birthday to me, and thank you to you for reading!

(birthday wishes and/or reblogs appreciated!)

#lew writes #lew writes wrapped

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Semi-organized post of Fanfic Ideas I have but can't get around to write it

Enstars/Engirls:

Enstars Takt Op AU

Originally just a Leokasa-centric AU oneshot, a series of fics set in the Takt Op universe where some of the characters are Musicarts and exploring the dynamics between them and their Conductors

Potential Storylines: Knights w/ Leokasa, Ex-Valkryie and Ra*bits, Chiakana, Five Eccentrics

"A Starting Symphony"

Part of the Takt Op AU

(Leokasa) Tells of how Tsukasa and Leo initially meets and how the eventually become a Musicart-Conductor duo

"Fleeting Memories"

Part of the Takt Op AU

(Leokasa) Takes place before A Starting Symphony and tells how Tsukasa and Leo actually met, with a bit of world building in place as well

"One Girl's Suffering is Another Boy's Sorrow"

A Protag centric (Anzu and Tenkousei-kun) introspective/character study fic following the events of Paradise (Engirls), taking place before Enstars' Main Story and a little during it

"Slight Changes of Fates"

A-Side: Persona 5 AU, where instead of Yumenosaki, Anzu transfer into Shujin and becomes part of the Phantom Thieves

B-Side: Detailing many of Tenkousei-kun's misadventures of being a Yumenosaki student

"Youth Emergence"

TetoKasa, a normal highschool AU where these two unlikely people become friends and possibly fall in love with each other

Side Story: TetoHiiKasa ver, where Tetora and Tsukasa competes to win Hiiro's affection (while he's nonthewiser about it)

"Meetings of Miscellany"

A Tsukasa-centric oneshot fic collection set in a vague fantasy-medieval AU about the various forming relationships (often romantic) between him and other people

Characters Involved: Mitsuru, Izumi, Tetora, and Hiiro

"To the You in the Field of Fireflies"

(Izukasa) A Hotarubi no Mori e AU, not much more can be said

"My Eternity, For You"

(Izukasa) A fantasy-esque AU in which Tsukasa is an immortal prince living in a tranquil enchanted garden within the rubble of his old kingdom, and Izumi is a butterfly who wishes to be human

Side Story: "Sleeping Prince" just Izumi fondly musing about his dear beloved prince while he's sleeping peacefully

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Project Sekai:

A Royal Scandal AU, ft. Tsukasa and Saki as "Chelsea" (is going to be toukasa/toyakasa-centric, sorry)

"The Sun's Come Out to Say Hello"

(Akikasa) Featuring Aged-Up characters, a day in the life of Akito and Tsukasa where they're housemates. With explorations of what their futures could be, likely canon divergent

"Under the Streetlight"

(Akikasa) Based off of Tsukasa's Torpe card and Akito's Anniversary card, a vaguely Victorian(?) era AU

"When Our First Love Ends"

(Toyakasa) Oneshot inspired by the vocaloid song "When the First Love Ends" by ryo (supercell) ft. Miku

A Fantasista Squad origin fic with heavy focus on Touya and Tsukasa from their childhood to current times (tho not necessarily romantic)

"The Mechanical Clown Who Dreams of Love"

(Mafukasa) Inspired by "The Dream That a Girl Doll Had" by HitoYama, Robot Toy!Tsukasa / Toy Maker!Mafuyu

"Fashion Gathering" (working title)

A Ruikasa and Mizuena meet up where they discuss about Wondershows' costumes and other stuff

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Genshin Impact:

(Chongyun/Xiao/Hu Tao) A highschool AU in which all three of them are a part of the newly established Occult Research Club and gets into all sorts of shenanigans, courtesy of Hu Tao most of the time

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Persona:

A Persona 5 × Kagerou Project Crossover, where Hibiya and Ren are brothers. Hibiya follows Ren to Tokyo during his probation and unkowingly gets involved in more supernatural bullcrap again (alternatively, Ren gets a bigger support group with the Mekakushi Dan)

SEES Member! P4 Protag AU, where Yuu was in Iwatodai for the events of Persona 3 when he was in his 3rd year of middle school. Heavily suggests BanKita/Protagshipping

Side Story: A rewrite of Persona Q with this AU in mind

#writer's fanfic ideas #more to be added #franchises included:#ensemble stars #ensemble girls #project sekai #royal scandal #genshin impact #persona series #persona 5 #kagerou project #persona 3 #persona 4 #persona q

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Komi Can’t Communicate S2 – 06 – Tadano’s Dizzy Fever Day

While Komi spent New Year’s Eve with her extended family, Tadano spends it at home playing video games until midnight with Najimi. The next morning Najimi is still there, and suggests they call as many friends as they can to go on their first shrine visit. But between Komi not picking up, Ren in Hawaii, Agari almost choking on mochi, Inaka not in cell range, Nakanaka playing a crucial mobile game, Yadano playing battledore, and Katai doing pushups, it seems like it might be a bust.

However, they still manage to organize a huge group, including Komi, who calls Najimi back after the initial missed call. Najimi leads the charge up the steps to the shrine, leaving her and Tadano in the dust. As we know, this is Komi’s second shrine visit of the day, but it doesn’t matter, because she’s happy to be invited and to spend time with her friends…and Tadano. She also flashes a cheeky streak by withholding her fortune from him (which is excellent).

In the middle segment Katai continues his elaborate plan to make Tadano his best friend (or possibly boyfriend?) by inviting him ice skating. Tadano asks if he can invite someone else, and to my delight Najimi wasn’t his first call and isn’t around to suck up all the oxygen. Instead, Katai sees Komi’s presence as a sign she’s worried about her “student”; in reality, Komi is still weary of Kati, but also isn’t opposed to trying to bond as friends some more.

Turns out Tadano is the only one of the trio who know how to ice skate, which means he gets to teach them both, starting with Komi. Before you know it the two are skating together hand in hand, but because Komi over-corrects on her braking step, she spins around to face Tadano, and they both realize how this must look. Katai also eventually lets go of the fence and, with Tadano taking his hand and eventually letting go, the big guy is able to get the hang of it as well.

Possibly due to being out in the cold, Tadano comes down with a fever. He stays home alone, promising his little sis he won’t die, but in an extended scene, this cold gets worse and worse and he starts to get delirious and worry about actually dying. It doesn’t help that his bottle of sports drink is empty and he doesn’t have the strength to get out of bed. What he does have is a charged phone, which he uses to call Najimi…or at least he thought he called them, but ends up calling Komi instead.

The doorbell rings, and who should be at the door but Nurse Komi to the rescue. She bears hot ginger tea and ingredients for rice porridge, which she expertly and lovingly prepares in the Tadano kitchen. While I’m sure she’s upset that Tadano isn’t feeling so swell, you can tell she’s absolutely reveling in the opportunity to take care of the boy she cares for, especially after all that he’s done for her. That said, her enthusiasm for the job of nursing him to health results in her trying to feed him, perhaps out of habit from doing the same for, say, her brother.

When Komi comes back from washing the dishes, Tadano is out like a light, and she can’t help but draw near to him, watch his sleeping face, tuck him in so he doesn’t get a chill, and in perhaps one of the most touching moments of the entire series, slides her hand into his. Unfortunately Najimi mucks up the moment by bursting in unannounced, but it was still a beautiful moment. Her increasing number of colorful friends are fun, but her quiet little interactions with Tadano—ones she’d never have with anyone else—will always be my favorite part of this series.

By: sesameacrylic

#Anime #News #RABUJOI – An Anime Blog

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Action! | Ch. 24

Genre: Humor, Romance, Slice of life?, Crackheadedness

Pairings: BaekRen, MinRon

Work Count: 2.7K

Summary: From the moment he was casted, Ren wasn't sure if he had what it would take to be a pop idol. Losing faith in himself, he was going to give up the future he had always wanted, but one person stood by his side and renewed his faith. After a hot debut and rapid growth of stardom, Ren started to notice that maybe this person, his close friend, was something more. But how could a straight man even remotely think of a homosexual relationship?

Warnings: Homophobia, some smut (chapters will be marked)

A/N: I wrote this series back in 2012 and used OCs and over the top writing style for arguments. Whoops. Lmao it’s pretty decent though, so I hope you enjoy!

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Ren’s POV

I know I’m being a burden on these people, and I hate it. My hyungs are so nice though, accepting me into their dorm, feeding me. I never meant to be gone for so long, but I just can’t go back. Baekho would be there and he’s probably so happy with Uee noona. Which I’m happy for him, I just wish he didn’t have to rub it in my face like he had.

That’s what hurt the most.

Days turned into weeks and every day I got a call either from Minhyun, JR, or Aron, all begging me to come back. But never from Baekho. The piercing pain I felt at the end of each day as I laid down to sleep, knowing that once again, the call was never going to come, I honestly thought I would die each and every time. I sleep horribly, I feel horrible, and I must look horrible. I suppose that’s why the other’s forced me up, dressed and literally dragged me from the home. Why couldn’t I just stay and mope around some more?

Adrian-hyung was no fun.

~*~

Staring up at the large planetarium, I was in awe. I never knew one even existed, yet alone resided in South Korea. This was going to be interesting to say the least. It was certainly something I haven’t gone to before. Looking back, I stared at the others who were sharing my same awe.

“It’s bigger than I thought.” Kai said and laughed softly.

“Everything’s bigger than you think.” Chiko muttered with a pout. “Just like our last dinner you ordered fed all of us and the staff.”

“Hey! It’s not my fault!” he protested with a shake of his head.

“Alright children.” Adrian spoke, wrangling in his dongsaes. “Let’s go.” Walking into the building, we were greeted by such eerie silence that panic grew inside me. I looked around carefully, even over my shoulders. It was something straight out of a horror film. I liked horror and all that, but not when I had to be a part of it.

“Where is everyone?” I asked, noticing just how empty it was inside.

“I have no clue.” Adrian said and frowned. “In fact, all I got this morning was this letter telling us to be here. It was signed ‘A Friend’.” He explained and pulled the letter from his pocket. JaeMin took the letter and read it over briefly before sighing.

“It’s probably like some sort of hidden camera variety show.” JaeMin said.

“Then why am I here?” I asked as I stared at them. They all looked at me as if they just realized I was there. I don’t know if that was a good thing or a bad thing. Probably bad considering the fact that they just realized I wasn’t even a part of their group, yet I was brought anyway and no one even mentioned that I shouldn’t go in.

“Uh….” They were all at a loss for words. I don’t blame them, I felt the same way.

“Hey look.” We turned and watched as Kouji moved over to a welcome table a picked up an envelope titled ‘For Ren’. “I think this really isn’t for us.” He said.

“Apparently.” Adrian said as he walked over, took the envelope and opened it. Pulling out the thick card, he read it over. “For all the pain he caused, for all the days you’ve been a way, there will be many more to make up for them.” He read. “Within this building, there are three special locations you need to visit. Each will give you a clue to where you need to go next until you’ve reached your final destination. Your first clue ‘He has to be from another planet.’ Mission start!” he read before snorting.

“Oh boy, they need new writers.” Kai said with a smirk.

“So this is all…for me?” I asked, confused. Why would they do this? From the sounds of the letter, it seems that my friends are trying to cheer me up and get me to go back home. But I don’t want to. Not if Baekho is going to be there and continues to act like he does. A part of me is actually hoping though, that this is Baekho’s way of asking for forgiveness; that this whole thing was orchestrated by him. But I don’t want to get my hopes up. I doubt it is.

“Looks like it.” Adrian said and smiled. It was a knowing smile and I had to wonder if he had a hand in all this.

“Oh a quest! Sounds like fun! Let us help?” Chiko asked.

“No, we can’t help.” Adrian said. “This is for Ren, let him do it.” He said and nodded.

“Aw poo.” Chiko pouted cutely and we laughed. He was a maknae for a reason after all.

I sighed. Alright, looks like I’m on my own for this. No worries though, I’ve done many variety shows like this. I can solve this and figure out what’s going on too. “Okay, the first clue is ‘He has to be from another planet’. Who would be from another planet?” I asked myself. There was JR, but he wasn’t crazy. There was Aron, but he wasn’t that crazy. It certainly isn’t Baekho and if this was done by him, he wouldn’t be the first clue, so then…Minhyun? Realization slowly came to me. Minhyun was a bit out there, even when he was trying to be straight and narrow. He was silly really. So it’s Minhyun I’m looking for but how do I find him?

‘Okay Ren think. Whenever we tease Minhyun we say he’s an alien. And I know we’ve even said which planet he was from, so which planet? Which planet was it?’ Even though there wasn’t a time limit, I felt extreme pressure. We always joked about Minhyun being from the planet...?

‘Jupiter! That’s right, it’s the largest planet in our solar system, next to the sun of course. Because Minhyun is so tall, we tease him he came from the largest planet in the solar system because they made their aliens tall there.’ Alright, alright, so now I knew where to go. I looked around the lobby for a moment before finding the blaring map kiosk. Making my way over, I searched for any room or floor that had anything to do with Jupiter.

“Let’s see.” I said, running my fingers through the different rooms and after a while I finally found it. “Third floor!” I announced happily. Alright! I did it!

“Good then go.” Adrian said and shooed me off towards the elevators. With a grin I stepped in and pressed the ‘3’ button and the doors slid shut. I was nervous and excited at the time. I loved playing games, but what awaited me at the end is what was nerve-racking.

When the doors opened, I stepped out and looked around. Images were hung all through the small hall, all of the planet Jupiter. Most included facts and information about it. Turning to my right, I started down, looking for Minhyun. The other was my clue, the person I was supposed to find, and with him being so damn tall, it shouldn’t be too hard to find him.

The hall opened up into this large room and right in the middle of it stood a large statue of the planet Jupiter and standing in front of it was a smiling Minhyun. I walked over to him, grinning and he pounced, wrapping me up in his arms, squeezing me.

“Minki!” he said happily and I was sure I heard tears in his voice. “I’ve missed you so much.” He said. When he let go of me, we pulled back and I stared at him. My heart broke seeing my best friend crying like that. I hated knowing I was the one who was making him cry like that.

“Minnie.” I said and hugged him again, rubbing his back. “I’ve missed you too.” I told him and pulled back. “After this is done, maybe we can hang out?” I asked.

“Of course!” Minhyun said happily. “We have so much to catch up on!” he told me before handing me the card. “Have fun alright? I’ll see you at the end!” he said.

I nodded and watched him walk off before sighing. It was so good to see my friend once again. I hadn’t meant to cause them so much pain by leaving. Maybe soon things could go back to slightly normal and I could return home.

Looking at the card, I turned it over and read the back. “He speaks alien better than our language.” I laughed at that simple clue. It was easy to know who it was referring to. Aron still had trouble speaking our language, even after being here for so many years. And I knew he was from the planet Mars because Mars was the ‘real’ planet that had aliens speaking weird tongues coming from. Finding the map on the floor, I searched until I found which floor Mars was on.

Getting back on the elevator, I headed up to the fourth floor. One would think this building would be ordered according to positions of the planets in the solar system, but apparently it wasn’t. When the doors opened, I stepped out and was greeted instantly by Aron, who drew me into a bear hug. I laughed and returned it, glad to see the other.

“Damn Minki.” He whispered as he pulled back and looked me over. “Still sexy as ever, don’t change.” He said. I blushed hotly at his comment and smacked him lightly.

“Stop it!” I said and smiled at him.

“Never.” He said before handing over the card. “I hope you come home soon, it’s not the same without you. We’re not the same without you.” He said.

“Maybe…one day soon.” I said, a little unsure. He nodded and hugged me once more before turning and walking off to go join Minhyun, wherever he was. Sighing, I flipped the card over and read the next clue. “When he’s at his best, his passion shines brightly like this star.” I frowned. Well it was either JR or Baekho and though I was hoping I would see Baekho next, I was pretty sure it wasn’t him. In fact, I was almost sure he wasn’t a part of this. He had Uee noona, why would he need to be here? Even if it was his entire fault.

So then it was JR and it was the sun that was the brightest star in the solar system, the one that burned the most. So after finding the map and locating the Sun room, I headed up to the ninth floor. When the doors opened, I wasn’t ambushed like last time. Instead, I actually had to wander around a bit. It wasn’t a large room like Jupiter. Everything known about the sun was very little. I was going to give up, not sure if I would ever find JR. After walking around the corner of the hall into a smaller room, I found him standing next to the window.

“JR.” I called as I walked over to him. He turned to me and a grin spread across his face. He waited until I was close enough before hugging me.

“Minki. I’ve missed you.” He said. I almost cried at that. All my friends had missed me and I couldn’t believe it. I didn’t think I was honestly that important to them. But I was and that made me feel so loved inside. So maybe I didn’t need Baekho. Sure, having the other love me would have been wonderful, but I had friends that loved me just the same, that should be enough for me. And well…it was going to be enough for me. After this, I am going home!

“I missed you too.” I said and smiled at him as I pulled back. “Can I have the card please?” I asked.

“Sure.” He said and handed it to me. But he didn’t let go. Instead, he held tight and stared into my eyes. “Minki, Nu’est is not the same without you. We can’t go on. Please…come back. We need you more than you’ll never know.” He said. It was the leader talking, trying to keep all his members together, but at the same time I knew it was my friend talking, wanting us to be back together and whole once more.

“I know.” I said and nodded. “Very soon…I’ll be back home.” I told him. He nodded and released the card, and with a pat on my shoulder, left me alone too. Smiling to myself, I flipped the card and read it, my breath leaving me.

“He didn’t know what he had until it ran away. He didn’t know what he needed until it was told to him. Now he needs his Minki back and in his life. Under the planet signifying love, you’ll find him.” I had to take a few breaths. Baekho…was he really here? Did he really need me? I wasn’t sure, and I knew I should have been more cautious. I had been hurt once, I didn’t need it again. But damn it if I couldn’t help it. After finding the map to find out what floor Venus was on, I bypassed the elevator and took the stairs.

Taking them two by two, I ran up to the eleventh floor, which thankfully wasn’t that far up from the sun. Slamming opening the door, I looked around frantically, searching. I ran through the whole hall and room, but I didn’t see him. Baekho wasn’t there. My heart broke once more and I felt like crying and I almost did.

All this, for nothing.

I was heading for the elevator when I heard soft music coming from a closed door. It was a room I hadn’t checked before.

Maybe?

Moving to the door, I pushed it open and stepped in. Romantic music was playing and hearts lit up all around the walls of different colors. And in the middle of the room hung the planet Venus and underneath it was…

“Baekho.” I whispered.

“Minki.” He said and smiled at me. “I’ve missed you.” He said. My heart was suddenly healed and bursting with joy. I’ve never felt this happy in my life, not even when I was picked to become a trainee. I ran to him and threw my arms around him. I was a bit worried he would be caught off guard and we would go tumbling down, but we didn’t. He caught me and held me tight in his arms, his face pressing against my neck.

“I’m so sorry Minki.” He whispered. “I was such a dumb idiot. I should have realized sooner just how important you are to me.” The tears fell from my eyes this time. I couldn’t hold them back. I was just so damn happy.

“It’s okay. I forgive you.” I knew I shouldn’t have forgiven him so easily, but I couldn’t stop myself. Here was, in front of me, holding me again. He had planned this whole thing, just for me. How could I not forgive him? He pulled back and stared down at me, grinning.

“I’m glad you do. I was a fool and I’m sorry.” He apologized once more. “Minki, I love you.” The squeal left me before I could contain myself. Those words were ones I have longed to hear for so long now. And he said them. Baekho finally said them!

“You fool!” I said and tapped the side of his head lightly. “I love you too.” The arms tightened around me, pulling me closer. Soft lips pressed against mine. This was our first kiss and it was magical! I stood there, clinging to him, pressing to him, returning his kiss with such passion, never wanting it to end. And though I heard the cheers of the others who were watching us, I could have cared less. The world faded away from around us and all that was left was Baekho and I and the kiss we were sharing.

This is how it should have been all along. And though I wished this would have happened months ago, I was glad it happened now. I knew our future was bright. I was coming home and going to be Baekho’s boyfriend.

Nu’est was back!

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Team JNPR: Sumo Stars (Part 3)

Author's Note: This is where this series petered out for me. Folks didn't seem too interested in it (probably because folks seemed more interested in ladies gaining than dudes) and I ended up following other ideas (including a lot of ideas for other people).

It was a year down the line for the four aspiring sumo wrestlers. The four of them were out of school and were focusing as much of their time on sumo as possible. The four of them did still need to pick up part time work in order to pay rent and pay for the seriously large amounts of food that they needed in order to be properly sumo sized, but that, plus the money they earned in regional tournaments, was enough for them to squeak by. That all changed once they started entering national tournaments, with bigger opponents, higher stakes and a bigger prize pool. It took a few goes, but this time around, Ren and Nora both won their first national tournament, with Jaune and Pyrrha placing respectably enough to also take home a decent amount of money. As was tradition after these tournaments, the four of them picked up as much food and drink as they could carry and stuffed themselves to the brim. When the food had almost run out and the four of them ran out of room, it was time for festivities to end and for everyone to head home for rest. Ren and Nora waddled out of Pyrrha’s little apartment and off to their shared apartment. Jaune made a move to get up, but found himself held down by Pyrrha.

“Um, Jaune, I don’t suppose you’d like to… um… sleep here tonight, maybe,” Pyrrha said nervously. She wanted to say more, but nerves made her quiet as she waited for a response from Jaune.

“I… well… sleeping here might be a good idea. Then I don’t have to explain this to my parents,” Jaune said, patting his big, round sphere of a belly. It had been steadily growing fatter and fatter as Jaune and the rest of his team worked to become proper sumo wrestlers, but this stuffing put it way larger than it had ever been before by quite a bit. Pyrrha sat up a little straighter and took a deep breath.

“What I meant to ask was… well… would you like to sleep with me tonight?” Pyrrha finally asked. Jaune’s face lit up.

“I’m surprised you got all nervous about that. I mean, it’s not like I’d ever say no to you,” Jaune said, curiously looking at her beyond plump girlfriend.

“I may have had more beer than I should have,” Pyrrha said bashfully, slowly heaving herself up and off of the couch, bringing Jaune up with her and pulling him towards the bed. The couple slowly and clumsily stripped themselves, revealing their bare, bulky bodies, Jaune with his expansive, stretchmark covered belly drawing Pyrrha’s eyes in, while Pyrrha’s massive, pillowy breasts grabbed Jaune’s eyes. They carefully clambered up onto the bed as they looked each other over.

“So, how’re we gonna do this? There’s a lot of belly in the way,” Jaune said with a nervous laugh. The pair thought for a moment, before an idea came to Jaune. “Okay, so maybe we could do something like… you get on your hands and knees, I come up behind you and we do it like that. You cool with that?” Jaune suggested. Pyrrha nodded and got on to her hands and knees, noting that her belly was further from touching the bed than her breasts and further than she had hoped.

“Go ahead, handsome. I’m on the pill, so you can go for it,” Pyrrha purred, craning her neck around to try to get a look at Jaune, only catching a hint of his side and only because of how wide Jaune was.

“Okay, here we go,” Jaune said as he heaved his belly up, resting it on Pyrrha’s back. He then used one hand to get a gentle grip on Pyrrha’s soft hips and his other hand to guide his rock-hard cock to Pyrrha’s wet core. It slipped in with no problem, and Jaune found his hips rocking back and forth on their own. Pyrrha was butting back into Jaune, trying to hilt Jaune’s cock deeper into her core, and feel every bit of Jaune in her. Jaune’s free hand began to wander, going from rubbing Pyrrha’s bloated belly, to groping her big, feathery soft breasts while Jaune thrusted in and out of Pyrrha’s core. This felt better than either of them dreamed it would, and there had been plenty of fantasies about this very moment. Of course, none of those fantasies took into account how much their size would impact the sex they would have. When they kept growing, and they knew they would continue to grow larger, fatter, stronger, bulkier, they realised that this was something they would need to continue to think about, and not just in dirty dreams. After a few minutes of rhythmic jiggling, sinking hands into soft, squishy flesh and quietly moaning sweet nothings to each other, the pair felt themselves begin to throb, gently at first, before the throbbing and the pleasure built up and up, before reaching an apex.

“Oh Jaune! I’m so close!” Pyrrha shrieked in a high-pitched moan.

“Ah! I’m gonna come!” Jaune stammered, his thrusts becoming shaky as he reached his limit. Then, all of a sudden, the couple’s orgasms hit like a tidal wave, washing over them and filling every fibre of their bodies with orgasmic relief. A few waves of feeling amazing later, and the pair felt themselves coming down from their orgasmic highs. Jaune carefully slipped his cock out of Pyrrha’s core as Pyrrha flopped down on to her side, sinking into her mattress. Jaune lay on his side next to her, his flabby rear hanging off the side of the too-small bed as he lazily put his arms around his girlfriend.

“Oh, Jaune, that was incredible,” Pyrrha said in a breathy, reverential voice, a beaming smile adorning her angelic face.

“R-really? I’m so glad you enjoyed it too,” Jaune said with a sigh of relief. “Small thing though, I don’t think this bed’s big enough for the two of us.” Pyrrha grabbed Jaune and pulled him in as closely as she could, just barely getting him in off the edge, but squishing their two bodies tightly together.

“I think that solves our problem,” Pyrrha said with a cheeky smirk.

“Well, yeah, it’s solved for now, but we’re gonna get bigger and someday all the squishing in the world won’t get us to fit on this bed. I mean, heck, I doubt you’ll even fit on your own,” Jaune said, his hand idly rubbing Pyrrha’s belly as he talked.

“That, Jaune, is both a future problem and a goal. I wouldn’t be a very good sumo wrestler if I was small, would I?” Pyrrha explained. Jaune smiled softly.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right. Still, if you wanna sleep with me when you’re pushing, like, a quarter of a ton, we’re gonna need a bigger bed,” Jaune replied.

“I hope so,” Pyrrha said with a yawn, before her eyes fluttered shut, her soft, sweet smile still gracing her lips as she fell asleep, a sight that Jaune savoured as his eyelids grew heavy and he began to fall into a well needed slumber.

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Meanwhile, in the lift of Ren and Nora’s apartment building, that couple was heading up to their floor when a devilish thought popped into Ren’s normally sensible head. That day, Nora was wearing a high waisted skirt that had been a reasonable size on her when she put it on after the tournament, but after stuffing herself silly that evening, it wasn’t far off being truly scandalous, and Ren knew what wonders were almost being revealed. He slipped his hand up Nora’s skirt, putting a hand on Nora’s plush rump and giving it a squeeze, making Nora jump slightly and making her whole body jiggle.

“Ooh, Ren, you’re a naughty boy,” Nora purred, leaning into his bulky boyfriend, hands on his hips.

“Sorry, I’m dating a bad influence,” Ren teased back, running his hand over Nora’s fat ass and between her legs, rubbing her panties into her core, which was just beginning to become damp. Nora let out a small moan as she reached down, putting a hand on Ren’s hot length, pushing it into his thick and meaty thigh.

“Two can play at this game, hot stuff,” Nora growled. Her hand gripped Ren’s shaft firmly and began to stroke it through his white track pants. The lovers leant in for what started off as a kiss, but became much more as their tongues began to battle for dominance while the couple moved their hands faster. Then, there was a sudden ‘ding’ sound of the elevator about to open. The couple shot away from each other, trying their best to act like they weren’t seconds away from tearing their clothes off and fucking each other’s brains out. Luckily, there was no one waiting for the elevator that would see the red-faced, horny couple.

“We should get to our bed,” Ren said quickly, as he pulled Nora with him. Nora quickly caught up, as Ren wasn’t exactly waddling at a breakneck speed, and Nora was surprisingly quick even with a stomach mostly full of food. Once they were in the bedroom, their restrain disappeared even faster than the food they had at their team feast. Nora grabbed Ren, lifted him up and dropped him onto the bed, watching as his fat kept wobbling for a few seconds after he landed. Nora then clambered up on to the bed, straddling Ren’s thick legs.

“Alright, big boy, hope you’re ready for me to ride you like the stallion stud you are,” Nora said, a near manic grin on her face as she moved Ren’s belly out of the way to get to his erect cock. She guided her eager core down on to it, savouring the feeling as it filled her pussy, the warmth radiating from it and into Nora’s heated core.

“Mmm, ride me, Nora,” Ren said in a breathy moan. And ride Nora did. She pumped Ren’s cock with her inner walls as their fat but strong bodies collided, squishing each other, while the young couple’s wandering hands groped and squeezed whatever soft, fat flesh they could reach, and there was a lot of it. Ren tried his best to thrust into Nora, but with how full he was, plus the serious amount of weight Nora was carrying, there was only so much he could do. Besides, from the ecstatic look on Nora’s face, it certainly seemed like she was having a hell of a good time, and he was getting an amazing view, from her thick thighs and wide hips to her round belly and plump breasts. Of course, nothing compared to the sight of the love of his life having a beaming smile on her round, soft, adorable face, and no one could convince him otherwise, no matter how many chins Nora had. Ren was pulled from his admiration of Nora by the building sensation of pleasure in him. It didn’t take much longer for him to reach his limit, and from the delightful sounds of Nora, she wasn’t far off either. Ren threw his head back into his pillow and let out a little moan as he came, pumping a lot load into Nora’s core. Ren’s throbbing cock was exactly what Nora needed to finish her off as she came crashing into her own orgasm. Nora was soon a sweaty, panting, orgasmic mess as her shaky arms leaning on the mattress barely kept her up.

“Oh fuck, that was… that was good,” Nora gasped, leaning in as close as her and Ren’s bellies allowed.

“Mmm, so good,” Ren agreed as Nora slowly clambered off of him and lay next to him on the mattress.

“Man, I wonder what Jaune and Pyrrha are up to tonight. Those cuties have been dating for a while now, I bet they’re either being super adorable or they’re having some wild sex,” Nora thought out loud.

“You think they’re cute too?” Ren asked. Nora thought for a moment.

“Yeah, they’re pretty cute. I kinda wonder if they’d be down for, like, merging our two couples together into one big four-person thing. We should ask them some time,” Nora said excitedly.

“I’ll be sure to remember that. But for now…” A yawn forced its way out of Ren’s mouth, finishing his point for him.

“Yeah, yeah, I know. Nighty night, handsome,” Nora replied, before placing a little kiss on Ren’s forehead, before the two turned in for a very good night’s sleep.

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