#“there's debauchery here! Yay debauchery!”

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The Gilded 7 Casino

This song is clearly influenced by Take 5. Or at least I want to think it is. I discussed time signatures in my previous song analysis, but like I said then the most common time signature is 4 4 (it's even called common time). It's 4 crotchet beats per bar. If you can dance the Macarena to it, it's 4 4 time. If you can dance a waltz to it, it's 3 4 time. Take 5 uses a very unusual time signature: 5 4 (5 beats per bar). Take 5 also always makes me think of casinos, even before I played this game.

Now, the Gilded 7 Casino also has a relatively uncommon time signature, but it sadly hasn't got the number 7 in it. This felt like a massive missed opportunity but it would have also been quite odd to write so I can accept it.

Anyway, to the actual analysis: the song is written in 6 8 time. Note that both numbers are different from usual. The unit beat is different: instead of a crotchet (quarter note) it's a quaver (eighth note). This is known as compound time. It's the time signature used for songs such as Greensleeves or INXS' Never Tear Us Apart.

It is my favourite time signature.

A waltz has the accent repeating every three beats (1, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3 for an example see this video at 1:22), and so does 6 8 (but it's more like 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6). You have to imagine it like two beats played per bar, and those two beats are split into thirds.

The easiest way is to say 'coventry' two times a bar.

Take a listen. Note that the tempo is quite slow relative to each 'coventry' (it's almost one coventry a second, I think it's 48 a minute), but because it's three little beats per each two big ones, it feels quite fast.

(Note that I've seen people write sheet music for it using 3 4 time. I think this wrong, but if you change the tempo the two time signatures are virtually indistinguishable, so who knows.)

So, why 6 8 (or 3 4 even)? What does this bring?

Let's take a step back and look at the rest of the song first.

It's rich. The piano feels weighty, with nice, heavy chords punctuated by deep, low notes which anchor us to the beat. You have that warm, arco violin paired with that husky-voiced saxophone. We have that constant heartbeat of the piano along with a walking bass in the back that fills out the sound nicely. It is a thick texture that is veritably thrumming with life, yet... there is still something not quite wholesome about it, isn't there?

My sources tell me it is written in D minor. This accounts for part of the discomfort it engenders. The minor key brings a sinister atmosphere to the piece; you feel like something bad is happening, if not evil than at least something dodgy. Exactly how it feels to be in a casino, surrounded by all the money being thrown around and the shady dealings going on. The casino is a Family-run business after all.

(D minor to me is also an elegant and rich key, that evokes deep purples with touches of crimson. It's because of the D being the tonic. It just is OK.)

The dynamics are decidedly loud, again creating a bustling atmosphere. I feel it is pertinent to note here that the first time we hear this song (correct me if I'm wrong but I distinctly noticed this last time I played) is during the slot machine gun scene. Unless you voluntarily choose to go back to the casino afterwards, this cutscene is the only time you'll hear the song. This piece is designed to evoke a sense of chaos and thrill.

And now, we reach the rhythm.

6 8 time. It evokes a waltz or a ballroom dance, which aids in building that elegant, luxurious vibe, but, being 6 8, it is notably quicker than a normal waltz would be. It gives the piece a briskness, but since each fundamental beat (the 1 and the 4 I pointed out earlier) is quite slow, it doesn't lose that languid, almost bloated feeling.

Then we have the violin and sax. The violin tends to jump between playing short, detached, strongly accented notes (e.g. at 0:52) and longer, smooth notes, but never really losing any intensity (e.g. 0:41). The saxophone is much the same (listen from 1:20 to 1:43). Again we have this contrast between the stateliness, the weighty feeling of wealth, and the buzz of the casino. It's a bit like the ostentatiousness of the nouveau-riche compared to old money: the casino has cash and it's showing it off. The elegance here is all bought and as a result it ends up feeling tawdry. It also helps with the action-packed scene that it features in. This is further evoked by the sax's tendency to add ornamentation to its longer notes: little flitterings of notes at the start of the drawn-out ones. It feels like it's trying to impress you.

Also, big shout out to the percussion: that cymbal crash really brings out the bam! and could be a bit of a play on the sound of coins falling. The drum beat enters quite late, at the same time as the sax. It doesn't quite work to keep the beat, however, if anything it seems to land on off beats, opposing the regularity and pacing of the piano. Once again, we have a song that brings out unease but also bewilderment and hustle and bustle. The song feels fun, it just has a dark undercurrent.

Exactly how the casino should feel.

It is not Layton-esque, and it highlights how future London has become a seedy city ruled by criminals. Recall that Layton, a man of simple elegance and refinement, who appreciates the craftmanship of a simple lacquered stool, is now (supposedly) the owner of this den of iniquity.

It evokes all the things Layton patently isn't and in doing so encourages a sense of revulsion that things could become so bad. The whole casino makes me feel sad, because it stands opposed to everything Layton believes in, and the thought he has changed so completely he would forgo those values hurts.

[madaqueue]

forty-love

pairing: satoru gojo x suguru geto x f!reader

themes/content: tennis player gojo, tennis player geto. smut. language, brief alcohol consumption, petnames (baby, sweetheart), fingering (f receiving), handjob (m receiving), oral (f receiving, very brief m receiving), creampie, cum eating, p in v (doggy, reverse cowgirl). 18+, MDNI

word count: 5.1k

a/n: can you guys tell i watched challengers and miss tennis also yay my first stsg smut (based on their vibes from hidden inventory bc they're just so silly teehee) hope y'all enjoyyy (i also have no idea how this got so long oops)

Heat radiates off the court, the sun beaming down against your skin. The air is dry, tense, the only sound between the chirping cicadas is the bright green tennis ball being thrown against the ground.

Once.

Twice.

Gojo readies his racquet, tossing the ball into the air as his eyes meet the glaring sun. In one swipe the crack of his serve electrifies the stadium. The opposing team swings but doesn’t even come in contact with his hit, the ball rattling the fence behind them as applause breaks out.

“And with that, Gojo and Geto have won the men’s doubles!” the announcer’s voice booms through the arena.

The white-haired boy tosses his racquet aside as he charges his teammate, gripping him in a hug as they tumble across the court. Even from the stands their grins are palpable, the shared ecstasy of victory radiating off their bodies.

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“Y’know,” Gojo starts through a mouthful of orange slices, “that backhand you hit during the second set was crazy.”

“Satoru,” Geto chuckles, “you know it’s rude to talk with food in your mouth.” Reaching up a hand, he wipes away the juice that had begun trickling down the other boy’s chin with his thumb. “But thank you. That’s what practice gets you.”

“I practice!” Gojo retorts, continuing to chew the flesh of the fruit.

“When, between all the beer and girls?” Suguru takes a long sip of his Gatorade, his dark eyes never wavering from the bright cerulean of his friend’s.

“S’not my fault I know how to balance work and play,” he teases. “Speaking of which, you’re going to the Nike party with me tonight.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No, Satoru, we have our final match against each other tomorrow, and I’m not planning to throw the game because you just so happen to convince me to join you in your debauchery.”

“Yes,” Gojo smirks, “because I’m gonna be there, and I refuse to go without you.”

With a roll of his eyes, Geto acquiesces, unable to refuse Satoru’s dramatic pout as he bats his eyelashes. “Fine, but you have to at least let me win a set when we play tomorrow.”

“Deal,” Satoru beams, filling his mouth with another slice of orange.

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The party is loud, neon lights glaring against the darkness of the night. Music blares as miscellaneous players chat, chasing whatever brand deal or sponsorship they think they deserve.

You’re better than that, though - after all, you already have your scholarship lined up for school next year, a full-ride to play tennis until you graduate college. The peace of that knowledge allows you to stand at the outskirts of the party, idly sipping your drink, unpressured to force a conversation with those around you.

When Gojo and Geto walk in, you swear you feel the air thicken. Recruiters flock to them, opponents run from them, but everyone who’s anyone knows that they’re here. You roll your eyes at the theatrics, turning your attention to tug at the hem of your skirt.

“Hey,” a sudden voice appears beside you as the smell of cologne hits your senses, the scent vaguely reminiscent of the ocean. Glancing up, your eyes meet the brightest blue ones you’ve ever seen. “I’m Gojo,” he introduces, extending his hand out.

Crossing your arms, you smirk. “I know who you are.”

Behind him, another man suddenly appears, his dark hair pulled back into a bun. “I’m Geto,” he waves, not willing to enter the trap of your rejection by offering his hand.

Gojo’s lips form into a sly grin as he eyes you up. “Well, we know who you are, too.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah,” he tilts his head - god, he was cocky. “You won the women’s singles today, we caught the end of your game. You played well.”

Taken aback at his genuine compliment, you almost let your guard down, relaxing your shoulders. “T-thanks,” you stammer, suddenly taking in the reality of being flattered by the Satoru Gojo.

“But,” he smirks, “you should’ve won an hour before we got there - your opponent had a weak spot on her forehand volley, you should’ve exploited it.”

And there’s the overconfidence.

Rolling your eyes, you scoff. “Thanks,” you reply sarcastically, turning to leave, “but I don’t remember asking you to be my coach.”

“You haven't, yet.” A devilish smile is plastered on Satoru’s face, illuminated by the glowing lights around you.

“What he means to say,” Suguru interrupts, shooting a momentary glare at his friend, “is that we’d love to play with you sometime. You’re really good, and we can tell you have a lot of potential.”

Your cheeks involuntarily blush at his kindness, his honesty.

“I’ll, uh, I’ll think about it,” you mumble through the grin beginning to form on your face, still gathering your things to go. The noise of the music was beginning to blur your vision, your head pounding after a full day in the sun. Your muscles hurt, and you just want to collapse into the uncomfortable mattress in your hotel room.

“Leaving already?” Gojo teases as you begin to walk away from the pair.

Geto smacks his arm before looking at you apologetically. “If you’re staying at the same hotel the competition put all the players up in, there’s a way home that goes right along the ocean, if you want us to walk with you?”

“Didn’t you guys just get here, though? Don’t you want to stay and get courted by brand deals or something?” you ask somewhat rhetorically, incredulous that they would choose to leave with you.

“Psh, like we need it,” Gojo rolls his eyes.

With that, Suguru fully shoves him, his lanky limbs nearly catching over a nearby chair before he regains his balance, a pout evident on his face as he stares at the dark-haired man. “Again, what Satoru means is that he’s already got a Nike sponsorship, and I’m on a scholarship for next year; we only came tonight because we had to make an appearance.”

The gentleness in his voice inspires trust, a certain warmth to him that invites you in. Sighing, you accept their shared offer. “Well, I guess if we’re walking the same way back anyways, you might as well join me.”

A soft grin spreads across Suguru’s features as he leads you and a falsely-dejected Satoru from the venue.

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The soft sounds of waves crashing fills your ears from where you kneel along the beach, sand scratching at your bare thighs. The two men sit across from you, Satoru’s head resting on Suguru’s shoulder, his white hair illuminated under the moonlight. Somehow your walk home had detoured when they promised to show you their favorite spot, one they had found when they competed here a few years prior: the cove where you currently rest is private, away from the noise of the party or any other remnants of society. It’s peaceful.

You clear your throat, finally breaking the silence. “You two played well today too, y’know.”

Geto lights up at your words, a new excitement brewing beneath his skin. “You watched our game?” His hands continue methodically working over Gojo’s calves which sprawled across his lap, releasing the tension he had built up from their earlier match.

“Of course I did,” you hum, your fingers absentmindedly drawing small patterns into the sand. “I wouldn’t have missed your game for the world. You two are about to qualify for the Open, and I honestly think you have a good shot at winning it.”

“Oh, we’re gonna win it,” Gojo states matter-of-factly, his gaze lazily focused on the sky above you.

You can’t help but laugh at his confidence, the sound bubbling from your throat against the stillness of the night air. “How can you be so sure?”

“Because,” he begins, rising from where he rested against Geto, locking eyes with you, “we’re the best.”

“You aren’t the best,” you scoff in reaction. Hearing your own words, your face suddenly flushes in embarrassment - you did not just insult the two top-ranked tennis players in the country, did you?

Satoru pulls himself onto his hands and knees, leaning forward towards you as his eyes glimmer with the excitement of a challenge. Suguru’s hand rests on his back, ready to pull him back down if he oversteps (as he often does).

“Oh yeah?” he taunts, inching closer to you. “And why is that?”

“Because what you play isn’t tennis.”

Your words seem to stun the two boys, their actions suddenly halting as they turn to you. Allowing a moment of silence to settle, your gaze falls on the waves before you, the calmness soothing your thoughts.

“Tennis is electricity, an ocean. It’s a back and forth, a give and take. All I saw out there was you taking.”

“I don’t see anything wrong with taking what I want,” Gojo smirks, “especially when what I want is to win.”

“There’s nothing wrong with it,” you follow, “but it’s not tennis.” Standing, you brush the sand from your skirt. “I hope to see you two actually play tennis tomorrow.”

Before you can leave, Geto’s voice breaks the silence.

“Come by our room tonight,” he purrs, gathering his confidence. “I’ll show you I know more than just how to take.”

A glimmer of mischief twinkles in your eyes as you turn to him, a sly smile growing across your face. “I’ll think about it.”

Turning, you walk across the beach back to the hotel.

In your absence, Gojo playfully smacks Geto’s arm. “Holy shit dude, that was smooth!” he laughs. “You think it’s actually gonna work for us?”

“‘Us’?” Geto smirks. “I was the one putting in all the work back there, you were just being an overconfident ass.”

“Psh, girls love my confidence,” he chuckles, a sound like raindrops falling on the calm waters of the sea. His blue eyes nearly glow under the moonlight, a brightness to them that’s never lost on Suguru. “Better head back and get ready for our date, though.”

“You keep saying ‘our,’” Geto teases, a newfound warmth beginning to cover his body in contrast to the cool night air as the two stand to leave.

“You know it’s always you and me, buddy,” Satoru smiles, wrapping his arm around the man’s shoulders as they plod through the sand. “You and me.”

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A knock alerts Gojo and Geto, who had been laying across the floor of their shared hotel room, eagerly awaiting your arrival. Satoru reaches the door first, swinging it open and welcoming you inside. Suguru, meanwhile, remains seated on the floor, his eyes covering your body as you saunter towards him: the curve of your thighs perfectly captured under your tennis skirt, the dip of your shoulders under your tank top, somehow a perfect balance of strength and poise.

Crossing your legs, you seat yourself across from Geto; Gojo is quick to join, holding out a beer to you. Shortly after he cracks open his own, he tosses another to Suguru as he spreads his legs out into the space between the three of you.

Tension builds in the air, an unspoken question forming in the back of your minds: why are you really here?

Even you weren’t certain - sure, Geto and Gojo were hot, and talented, obviously, a true force to be reckoned with in the tennis world. But more than that, they had a certain reputation, a gravitational pull to them. Anyone who got close to the pair was launched into fame, their very presence enough to garner wealth by proxy. And, yes, you had your scholarship, but was it a sin to want more? You had dreamt of going pro since you were old enough to hold a racquet, and now, with the two of them seated before you, it finally feels within your grasp.

Satoru clears his throat. “So, did your boyfriend happen to catch your game today?” he raises his eyebrows.

Gojo was many things, but subtle was not one of them.

“No,” you state, your gaze maneuvering between the two. They shift uncomfortably, waiting for you to continue. “I don’t have a boyfriend.”

They both visibly relax, grinning in unison.

“Good,” Suguru hums, almost inaudible above the hum of the air conditioning.

“What about you, did your girlfriends watch you play?” you smirk, bouncing the question back to them.

Geto is quick to shake his head, “Don’t have one,” he smiles easily.

Leaning forward, Gojo ruffles his friend’s hair, which now hangs loosely over his shoulders, released from the bun that held it earlier in the night. “Don’t you worry, sweetheart,” he purrs, tilting his head towards Geto, “his lips haven’t touched a woman’s in a while.”

Suguru roughly shoves him off, a sigh leaving his lips. Turning his attention to you, he forces his frown into a weak smile. “I promise, I’ve kissed plenty of girls.” Tilting your head slightly in jest, his words finally register in his mind. “N-not like that, just, I-”

“I think she gets it,” Gojo jokes, pulling himself from where he landed on the ground to sit behind his friend.

Another momentary silence falls, the energy between you crackling in expectation. Satoru’s hands find their way back to Suguru’s body, idly massaging his shoulders as the pair fixes their gaze on you. Behind Gojo’s irises lies burning hot flames; behind Geto’s, well-controlled embers.

“So,” you eye the boys seated across from you, a subtle intimacy underlying their actions, the gentle motion of Satoru’s fingers into Suguru’s skin, “have you two ever kissed?”

“No.” Geto answers immediately.

“Well…” Gojo trails off with a smirk, “remember that one time?”

Suguru shoots him a glare that could kill, eyes cold despite the fire behind them. “That doesn’t count.”

Leaning forward, a grin tugs at the corners of your lips as the rough carpet digs into your skin. “Oh, do tell?”

Gojo mimics your motions, pulling himself onto his knees in front of you. “Around the time we met, Suguru here, the sweetheart he is, got himself a girlfriend but hadn’t had his first kiss yet. So I, being the generous friend that I am, helped teach him how to do it.”

Glancing at Geto, a redness spreads across his cheeks, one that could be designated as rage or embarrassment, either an appropriate reaction to the information that had been unexpectedly revealed. “That was years ago, Satoru,” he grumbles.

“So you’re saying you’re a pro now, Geto?” you purr, egging him on as you place your palms in front of you, the air between you two sparking. “Why don’t you show me what Gojo taught you then, hm?”

A hint of panic lies behind his gaze as he meets yours, taking in a steadying breath. Despite the hesitation in his mind, his body knows he wants this, wants you. Without a word, he lifts a hand to your face, cupping your jaw against his rough fingertips. Pulling you in, his lips meet yours.

He’s soft, calculated, as he kisses you. Parting his lips he gently swipes his tongue along your lower lip, bringing you closer and closer. He’s patient and reserved, just like how he plays.

Separating for a moment, a small smile appears on his face before you turn your attention to the man next to you.

“Alright, Gojo, let’s learn from the coach,” you hum.

Immediately he crawls over to you, a complete and utter lack of hesitation as his hands find you, one moving to the nape of your neck and the other to your hip.

As his lips crash into yours, he’s demanding, ravenous. His tongue roughly works its way into your mouth, exploring it like his first taste of water after hours on the court, like he’ll never get to kiss you again.

Pulling away, you smile, eyes covering the two men seated in front of you. “Okay, c’mere,” you grin as you seat yourself at the end of their pushed-together twin beds.

“W-which one of us?” Geto asks.

As the words hit the air, Gojo is already moving, plopping himself down at the edge of the bed as he looks at you expectantly. Blinking at his friend’s sudden motion, Suguru follows quickly, seating himself on your other side.

Your eyes meet Gojo’s, a hint of mischief behind the cerulean, before turning to Geto, hesitation and nervousness spread across his features. Might as well make this interesting.

Shifting your body into Suguru’s, his eyelashes flutter closed as your lips meet his again. Grabbing at his shirt, you tug him closer.

“Loosen up,” you murmur into his mouth as your hands travel over his body.

Behind you, Gojo’s envy gets the best of him as he reaches around your torso. Placing open-mouth kisses along your neck, his palms travel over your chest, groping at your tits through your bra. He melds into you from behind as a moan escapes your throat, the warmth of their bodies blanketing you. Geto begins moving his arms, grabbing at any inch of your skin he can find. Before you realize it, your clothes are discarded, the boys’ shirts lost to the depths of the dirtied hotel room. Skilled fingers trace the curves of your body, tingles of electricity left in their wake.

Gojo chuckles behind you as his hands find their way between your legs, fingertips tracing your clothed cunt, sending a shiver up your spine.

“A bit eager, are we?” he teases, pulling your soaked panties to the side.

Any insults you began to form die in your throat as his long fingers enter you, a choked, “fuck” the only thing you can get out in response. His fingertips prod at your gummy walls, finding the spot that has you rocking your hips forward, grinding yourself onto him. Your moans echo into Geto’s mouth as you chase your release.

Right as you feel the heat inside you threatening to overflow, Gojo’s motions still.

“W-why’d you stop?” you practically whine, finally breaking away from your kiss with Suguru to face him over your shoulder.

That annoying smirk is plastered on Satoru’s face as he leans forward, his hot breath tickling your skin as his lips brush against yours.

“That was me giving, now it’s my turn to take.”

Gojo’s arms reach around you to push Geto back onto the bed, your body still trapped between the two as you catch yourself on all fours. The dark-haired man looks up at you, stunned into silence as his hands rest tentatively on your hips. You gasp as Satoru suddenly pulls your panties down, the cool air hitting your heat.

Your gaze lands on Suguru’s, your eyes wide before you feel the pressure of Gojo’s cock pressing against your entrance from behind you. Your jaw slacks as your eyes roll back, the stretch of him overcoming your senses as he slides in inch by inch. Geto takes the opportunity to latch his lips to yours, imprecisely sucking against your soft skin.

Satoru’s moans fill the space as he bottoms out inside you. “Fuuuuuck, y’feel so good,” he groans, his pelvis resting against your ass.

As he pulls his hips away, his tip barely kissing your folds, his rough fingertips are suddenly felt against your clit. He imprecisely circles the sensitive bud as he thrusts back into you. In unison, you and Geto moan into each other through the kiss.

“Keep strokin’ me, jus’ like that, mmm,” Suguru hums from beneath you.

Fighting against the haze of your ecstasy as Gojo continues rolling his hips into you, you manage to focus your gaze downward, finding Satoru’s free hand wrapped around Suguru’s cock, precum smearing as he pumps his length.

“S’not - ah - me,” you manage to get out through Gojo’s increasingly rough thrusts.

Geto’s eyelids flit open, landing on Gojo’s over your shoulder. As soon as the two make eye contact, Satoru squeezes Suguru slightly harder as his thumb circles his tip, forcing his eyes back into his skull as his hips thrust desperately into his friend’s first.

Satoru chuckles from behind you as he begins to kiss up your spine, nuzzling into the crook of your neck. His teeth nibble at your skin, the slight pain making your back arch further, letting his cock reach impossibly deeper inside you. From the new angle, he hits the same spot he proudly found moments prior.

“R-right there, Gojo, fuck,” you moan, your hands tightly gripping the sheets to stabilize yourself against the weight of his body on top of you.

From beneath you, Geto’s cock twitches in Gojo’s palm as he weakly breathes, “Call him Satoru.”

“Mhm, y’know me so well, Sugu,” Satoru purrs.

His thrusts are unrelenting, imprecise, needy. He’s working purely off instinct and lust as he pumps in and out of you.

“Satoru,” you whine, his motions pulling you closer and closer to your release.

“Y’gonna cum?” he breathes into your neck.

You would roll your eyes at the fact that you can practically hear his smirk through his words before a particularly deep thrust pulls a choked “a-ah mmm” from you.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Gojo chuckles. “Me too, baby, me too.”

His tip repeatedly prods against your sweet spot as his thumb picks up its pace against your clit.

“Hey, Suguru,” the man thrusting into you purrs, “tell me, does she look pretty when she creams all over my cock?”

Geto’s eyes flicker open, his gaze hazy as Satoru continues palming his shaft. Suddenly, your vision goes blind in ecstasy. Broken cries escape your throat as Gojo’s cock twitches inside you, painting your insides white, his hips never stilling as he fucks you through your high.

As you come down, Suguru’s words pull you back to reality. “Yeah,” he breathes from below you, “she looks real pretty.”

“Aww,” Gojo fake whines, “well that’s no fair.” He pulls out, his cum threatening to trickle down your thighs as he removes himself from Geto’s cock to grab the man’s hand. Pulling him up, he spins you around so Suguru is seated with you in his lap, your back pressed against his chest. “Now I wanna see her cum while you fuck her, Suguru,” Gojo hums.

With that, the white-haired man kneels before you, one palm resting on your thigh as his fingers spread open your folds. He slowly rubs the mix of your shared essence over your puffy cunt, his eyes full of awe.

“Such a pretty pussy,” he murmurs, mostly to himself. Turning his attention back to you and Geto, he smirks. “You’re gonna love fucking it, Sugu.”

Finally taking his initiative, Geto lifts you up slightly, just enough to allow his hardened cock to press against your needy hole. Slowly sinking down on his length, another shaky groan vibrates your throat as he stretches you, a searing pleasure against your walls as he fucks Gojo’s cum back into you.

“S-shit,” Suguru mutters, “feels s’good.”

His hands return to your hips, guiding you forward as you grind against him. He’s slow, methodical, in the way he fucks you, a certain precision to his motions.

“Just like that,” Gojo hums from beneath you, “y’look so perfect.”

Your mind is too clouded to decipher if he’s speaking to you or Geto, and truthfully, you don’t care. You continue rocking yourself forward, Suguru’s cock stretching you so sinfully. He may not have Satoru’s length, but fuck, is he thick. Soft moans escape your lips as you lean your head back into Geto, who takes over where Gojo left off, pressing wet kisses over the skin of your neck. Suddenly, Satoru latches his mouth onto your cunt, his tongue circling your clit as he moans into you.

“Y’taste s’good,” he groans, continuing to lap at your folds, the mixture of his seed and your slick coating his chin.

One of your hands instinctively reaches to grab his hair, pulling him into you as the other holds onto the back of Geto’s neck, tethering you to reality.

Feeling the tug at his scalp, Satoru smirks into your skin. “That feel good, sweetheart?”

The moment you open your mouth to respond he sucks at your clit with a new ferocity, cutting your reply short as it transforms into a garbled moan of “y-ahh mhm.” Gojo chuckles beneath you at your incoherent response, his breath hot. So fucking smug.

Suguru lets out a breathy chuckle from behind you as he gradually picks up his pace. “You’re just - hah - flattering yourself, ‘Toru.”

Gojo smiles devilishly against you as he replaces his mouth with his thumb, rubbing unfocused circles into your bud. Lowering himself, he licks a languid stripe up the base of Geto’s cock from where he enters you before gently placing the man’s heavy balls into his mouth, sucking lightly.

Suguru’s motions stutter as he moans, his teeth biting into your shoulder in an attempt to silence himself from the buzz of pleasure that suddenly overcomes him at the new sensation.

“Seems like the flattery was warranted,” Gojo hums before his lips return to your clit, sucking softly as tension builds within your chest.

You can’t even tell where you begin and they end, the searing kisses along your neck, the sounds of your shared moans filling the space. Suguru’s hips grow increasingly desperate yet restrained, small thrusts into your cunt as Satoru’s tongue continues flicking over your core. Geto’s body remains stiff beneath you as you roll your hips against him.

“Let y’self go, Suguru,” you slur, your mind too fuzzy to process the words, only sensing the tension he holds.

Geto’s palms hesitantly grow greedier as he grips at your skin, allowing himself to chase his own high. His motions get rougher, thrusts deeper; he’s always felt that carnal part inside of him, the one labeled desire, yet he would never give into it. But something in your words, the heat of your body, breaks him free of his self-imposed cage.

His grip on your hips tightens as he holds you in place, fucking himself up into you. He’s grunting in effort, beads of sweat forming across his forehead as his fingertips dig into your skin. His motions are sloppy and rough, but so fucking good. Finally, he’s feeling it.

“Mm, I - ah - m’close,” you whine, his messy thrusts hitting every spot inside you so perfectly. The two men hum into you in acknowledgement, continuing their fervent motions.

Wet sounds of pleasure echo through the room as you get closer, until finally, the cord inside you snaps. Broken moans of their names leave your throat as you come undone, your walls fluttering around Suguru’s cock enough to send him over the edge with you. Throwing his head back, he allows himself to feel it all, take everything you’re willing to give him - as wave after wave crashes over him, his body shaking, he finally feels free.

“So, so pretty,” Gojo hums as his gaze darts between you and Suguru, watching you two be overtaken in euphoria, together.

Satoru’s tongue never slows as he messily laps at your essence, still kneeling between your legs. Your body feels electric as you come down from the height of your ecstasy, every nerve vibrating in pleasure. The mix of Gojo and Geto’s cum feels warm inside you as it slowly drips from your cunt. With a sly grin, Satoru collects the sticky mixture on his tongue, his eyes fluttering closed as he swallows. Without a word he rises from his knees, leaning over you.

Is he about to kiss you?

No, he can’t be.

He presses his chest into you as his palms cup Suguru’s jaw, the dark-haired man’s gaze unfocused as he watches his friend’s motions. Gojo’s blue eyes are nearly black from his blown pupils, Geto’s kiss-bruised lips parted as he pants. Silently, Satoru presses his lips to Suguru’s. Their tongues swirl against each other’s, their saliva mixing as the warmth of their bodies covers you, the heat of the kiss threatening to drown you as you’re pulled under, into the current of the moment.

༝ ˚ ｡⋆ ༝ ˚ ｡⋆

Back.

Forth.

Back.

Forth.

The crack of the tennis ball echoes through the stadium, each hit adding to the culminating tension hanging in the air. Each stroke was like thunder, each step like lightning as Satoru and Suguru rally.

Gojo hits a forehand down the line, forcing Geto into his weak spot - one only he would know after years of playing together, one Suguru would never dare to exploit of his teammate. Geto falters, missing the shot; a soft gasp erupts through the crowd.

“Forty-love,” the announcer booms, “game point for Gojo.”

Satoru takes his place to serve, absentmindedly bouncing the ball against the court as he readies himself.

Loosen up, Suguru.

Tossing it into the air, he hits a perfectly placed shot, the spin forcing Geto off his feet unexpectedly as he chases the path. It wasn’t what he calculated - yet, you could see it in Gojo’s eyes; you could feel it.

Geto hits an off-balance return, struggling to regain his composure as he returns to center court. For a moment, you lock eyes with him.

Let yourself go, Suguru.

Satoru takes the opportunity, running up to pounce on the arcing, slow shot Suguru returned. He leaps into the air, his racquet held high.

But Geto senses something is off.

The slight smirk at the corner of Gojo’s lips, the glimmer behind his eyes.

If Geto were a betting man, he would run himself back to the opposite corner of the court, preparing to take Satoru’s signature high-speed smash that would win him the game. Yet, for a moment, Suguru lets himself feel it - that’s not the shot his opponent is about to take.

Instead, he rushes the net. The moment his feet plant onto the ground, Gojo’s racquet makes contact with the ball, the slicing motion sending it twisting the exact opposite direction Geto would have predicted as it spins through the air. Landing it exactly where Suguru stands.

Geto volleys, not allowing the ball to make contact with the ground as he sends it back to Satoru’s side behind him. Gojo knows he can’t get to the ball fast enough, and he doesn’t even try; instead, he stands in place where he landed from his last play.

A wide grin forms on Satoru’s face, one of admiration, pride. “Didn’t expect you to get that one, Suguru,” he gleams.

Turning around, Geto’s back faces his opponent as he returns to his place, ready for the next serve. “Your emotions gave you away, Satoru,” he purrs through a smirk.

As Gojo prepares himself to serve again, a new electricity crackles between them. You can’t help but smile to yourself as you watch them play, sweat glistening off their backs as they pour themselves into the game: the back and forth, the give and the take.

This is tennis.

[slamminslamminmcgill]

mm finally watched deadpool and wolverine today, and my god... 🥵 so many thoughts...

Idek which ones to put here. What do you think a p*ss kink would look like with both of them? Or just more of them making reader squirt their brains out.

The dialogue you write between them sounds so natural. Like I can literally read it in their voice. -🐮

LFGGGG thank y’all for giving me an excuse to talk abt this 🙏 i got more ideas but this post would’ve been WAYYYY too long sooo be on the lookout for more debauchery

warning: piss, anal, dp, dubcon, light degradation/humiliation, intox (alcohol for logan)

anatomical terms: cunt/pussy

as with most of the fucked up kinks y'all try in this polycule, it happens spontaneously the first time.

logan had just finished inside your ass, and out of the three of you, it takes him the longest to cum. it also takes a lot out of him. he roars and jams his claws through wade's temples (whoopsie! that's why your bed has red vinyl sheets hehe) so there's a dramatic break in the action afterwards.

"ah... hah... ngh, fuck..." he's panting, heaving almost, and slides out of your now gaping hole, "fuck, that was good..." he retracts his claws from wade’s skull, then purrs in your ear and smooches your neck, "good job, kid."

wade, still hard as steel in your cunt, claps excitedly for him. "yay! good job, YOU, peanut! UGH, i love watching you fill him up. you get so... beastly~."

you giggle, nuzzling into wade's tits, feeling goofy and content. a warm load up one hole, and a thick cock up the other.

logan smiles, kissing you on the back of your head this time. “you gonna be okay alone with him for a sec? i gotta go piss.”

"mhm!"

"'kay. i'll be right back, pumpkin." another kiss to your neck, and he's off, walking flaccidly to the bathroom, shaking his fuzzy cheeks.

you drop your head back down against wade’s chest and sigh, "i gotta piss too, actually."

"oh, yeah, yes you do, mister!" deadpool pats you on your shoulders, "always make sure to pee before, during, and after sex!"

you absentmindedly chuckle, until you realize what it is he just said, “wait… during?!"

"hey! thou shalt not knock what thou hast not tried!i know it sounds icky, but hear me out."

he thrusts upwards into you sharply

“fuck!!!”

“so! i want you to imagine…” *THRUST* “how good it’d feel…” *THRUST* “to be really filled up.” *THRUST* “and i mean FULL!” *THRUST* “like your pussy is a searing hot water balloon about to explode. and then when it does?” *THRUST* “when it all comes flooding out of you? oh darling, the relief…” he moans dramatically, gripping your hips and shifting you back and forth on his shaft, “hottest thing you’ll ever experience, i swear. there’s nothing else like it… wanna try it?”

you’re skeptical, but wade wilson is a hell of a salesman. “…fuck it. let’s do it.”

“yippee!!! okay, just gotta get soft so i can piss. dead kittens… calculus homework… grandma deadpool! there we go! okay… phew… here goes…”

it’s a tense, awkward silence as he starts. you’re not sure what to expect. then, you begin to feel it. that searing heat swelling inside you, pooling between his cock and your skin, flooding what little space there was inside you. you gasp, and attempt to squirm to cope with the sensation, but wade holds you still.

“don’t move! don’t move, my little urinal boy! mmm, i gotcha, just… just trust me on this… i’m almost done…”

“you two are fucking disgusting.”

logan’s voice coming out of nowhere makes you jump, and then wade’s piss spills out of you. and just like he told you, it feels fucking incredible. you’re twitching, spasming, moaning pure nonsense as wade fucks your drenched, desecrated cunt. loud splashing accompanies the brutal pace of his hips.

“your loss, peanut! imagine wasting your piss on the bathroom toilet when you could’ve given it to this even cuter toilet!” he pecks you on the cheek with a loud “mwah~!”

from then on, it becomes you and wade peeing on each other just to mess with him. since he’s never told y’all to stop, you both figure that he likes it, but he’s too embarrassed to admit it.

the three of y’all are showering together

“so, just asking as a throuple here, are we all pro- or anti-peeing in the shower?”

“if you get piss on me, i’ll stick my claws through your fucking corneas.”

“promise?!”

”don’t. you fucking. dare.”

“aw, boo, you’re no fun.” wade pouts, then grabs you by your wet hair and pulls your ear towards his lips. “you, though… you’re TONS of fun.” he playfully bites your ear, and then your neck. “so fun, in fact, that you’re gonna get on your knees and drink every drop of piss that i give you, right?”

i feel like the only time y’all can get logan to participate is while he’s drunk. he’s too sloshed to feel shame for it.

maybe y’all are in bed together, all cuddled up in a tangled mess of limbs, and he grumbles something about needing to take a leak.

“oh, don’t worry about getting up, honey-bun!” wade fishes under the blankets for logan’s soft cock, “lemme take care of that for you.”

“wh… the fuck are you talkin’ about?”

“ugh please, don’t act like you haven’t thought about pissing down my throat. can’t i just once do something nice for you?”

he grumbles, not wanting to indulge wade, but not wanting to get up even more.“fine. whatever. i hope you choke on it.”

“oh, i will.”

[minty-playhouse]

Who Victorian AU let's gooo

I finally decided to write down proper info on this yay! I also have a very vague outfit post here!

Anyways, here's the character rundown:

John = His mother was a renowned teacher of manners to young women so he kinda went on the same “path” aka he tutors and mentors young men, in particular more problematic and unruly ones that seem to be “beyond help”. Methods are quite… unorthodox but you can’t argue with results. Is assigned to put Roger on the right path after his popularity increases due to being able to tame Keith’s wild behaviour. Is friends with Pete.

Roger = He likes two things: pick up fights and pick up girls. Pretty boy, son of aristocrats who are just so so tired of his behaviour can’t he just not? He hears the hushed rumours that go on about John in the slightly seedy parties he attends to, growing both nervous and curious when his parents announce he would be his new tutor. May or may not catch actual feelings for John down the line.

Keith = Troublesome son of nobles turned model child by John’s tutoring. Actually playing the part of a good son in exchange of getting his sinful ways covered up for John. It’s a win-win for both. Keith gets to continue living in hedonism and John can brag that he “fixed” young Lord Moon. Thing is, he’s truly beyond help. Everything John tried just emboldened him to push things further, so John decided to compromise. A little tooooo into John.

Pete = Outcast member of the clergy due to his “controversial” views and sermons, had the funds to his small church cut by the higher clergy and now relies on donations from the townsfolk to keep things running. Close friends with John, is both appalled and fascinated by John’s tales of debauchery. John helps him with keeping the church going by giving him money, even if Pete doesn’t know if money acquired in such way is the right type of money to fund a church.

((they all look vaguely as they do in the RnR Circus era because they were al dumb gorgeous during that))

Also, basic (but very spoilery) storyline under the read more!

Roger’s parents had enough of their son who keeps getting into fist fights and keeps chasing after girls (even the ones already taken!) so they get in touch with John, who recently got renown for helping the Moon family put their crazy son back in the right track. He for sure can help fix their mess of a son.

And yes, John is very good at fixing young men who are problematic, but also I’m not saying he’s banging these young men into obedience, but he definitely is. And it works like a charm. Until it doesn’t when he meets Keith.

Keith is just too much to handle. No matter how much John pushes boundaries or punishes him, it’s never quite enough. But if John could “fix” him, everyone would know him, and after all, he has his mother’s reputation to keep, she never failed once, and he isn’t about to.

John and Keith strike a deal where John will help him keep his unruly behaviour under wraps IF he agrees to play along and keep a good behaviour for appearances. Keith accepts. After all, it’ll take the load out of his parent’s breathing down his neck all the time, not to mention is an excuse to keep him and John connected, and Keith would take any opportunity to see him he can.

Naturally, since Roger likes brawling and sex, the parties he attends to are a little on the sleazy side, and he hear stories from other men about what John does to his protégés, and colour him surprised when his parents tell him that John is coming over to be his tutor.

John becomes very interested because Roger actually pre-emptively pushes his buttons. He clearly knows what’s up. He wonders just how much Roger knows though. He can’t help but worry that he heard about his “failure” with Keith, but it soon becomes clear he simply heard about his methods, and seems more than a little eager to witness it.

But if he just gives in to Roger then it doesn’t really make him learn anything now, does it? So he holds back, watching Roger bent over backwards to get a reaction out of him, but no, it’s gonna be under his own terms. He still punishes Roger plenty for misbehaving, but never gives him what he really wants, and Roger is going crazy until he realizes, “OK, fine. I’ll just… do it”. John really knows how to hold his ground.

Meanwhile John’s still meeting with Keith here and there, to help with their ploy and also so they can bang. Keith slowly growing to realize he can’t feel truly satisfied unless he’s with John, while John becomes strangely fascinated by Roger. A big recipe for disaster.

Roger and John begin to grow closer, which starts shifting John’s attention from Keith to Roger, which Keith Does Not Like™. Him and John had a deal right? They have something. He is his crowning achievement, isn’t he? He wouldn’t replace him now, would he??

Cue Keith’s jealousy kicking in and him becoming obsessed with John being his like it’s bad enough Keith had to witness John discipline other guys before this, but now this is too much.

((never thought of like where this leads to but at some point Keith becomes unhinged and begins hunting John and Roger because fuck it, he’s just gonna end this, and he knows about Pete being John’s friend and goes to Pete’s church to threaten him to get info on where John and Roger are like an insane person))

[rustycopper4use]

It’s Always Been You pt11

(Kyoya x Male Reader)

Chapter eleven

-Big Brother Is A Prince!-

  He dust off your fitted police uniform, as the club waits around for the first wave of guests.

  Y/n kept glancing over to Kyoya, he looked too good in the costume. He like out a huff, decided to deal with these feelings like a rational person.

  By making fun of them, and turning them into jokes.

   Y/n whistle while checking out Kyoya.

“Now I understand why people like a man in uniform.” Y/n grinned, putting his hands on his hips.

“What do you want now?” He looked up from his infamous black notebook.

  “What? Can’t a man appreciate when another man is attractive-“ Y/n barely finished his sentence before breaking out into laughter.

  Before Kyoya could say anything a door opens.

 “Welcome!”

  In the doorway was a little girl, blonde hair in pigtails and the biggest blue eyes you’ve ever seen.

  Tamaki struts over to the girl and bends down to her eye level.

  “Oh my, what an unusually young guest! Well, glad you’re here, my little lost kitty cat!” He kindly smiled.

 “It’s a reverse harem!” The girl blurts out, pointing at the hosts.

   The club is shocked.

“It’s a reverse harem.” She repeated.

 Tamaki nervously chuckled, hitting his head.

 “That can’t be right! Maybe there’s still water in my ears from when I went swimming.”

Hikaru joins in also laughing uncomfortably.

  “Yeah water in the ears that must be it!”

“-because there’s no way this cute little girl said the words reverse harem.”

 “There’s debauchery here.” She bluntly spoke, shocking the club evermore so.

  “Yay there’s debauchery here!” She cheered.

 “You’re the glasses character!” She points towards Kyoya.

 “You’re his hopeless in love sidekick!” Y/n chokes on air.

 “Uhm, you’re the boy Lolita and the stoic type!” She looks at Honey and Mori.

 “Twincest! And the book worm”

She paused looking at Tamaki, a few minutes pass before tears welled up in her eyes.

 “Big brother?” She whispered.

 “Big brother!” She jumped into Tamaki’s arms.

 “My brother is blonde, you must be him!” She cheered.

 “You never told us about this!” Hikaru screamed.

 “-since when did you have a little sister!”

 “I don’t! I’m definitely an only chold, at least as far as I know.” Tamaki is now holding up the little girl.

 “The more I look at you, the two of you do look a lot alike! You’re both blonde after all!” Honey adds in.

 “I want to know if glasses character is superior to ‘Big brother’” Kyoya calmly states, watching Tamaki try and pull off the girl.

 “But does it really matter? I can’t believe she called me a bookworm.” Haruhi grumbled, at this clearly inaccurateassessment of her character.

Y/n is just staring into space, how did this little girl know.

 He was basically overheating.

  “I believe she broke Y/n.” Kyoya spoke waving his notebook infront of his face. But to no avail.

 “Excuse me, do you want to tell me your name little one?” He nervously murmured.

 “Kirimi.” She happily answered, without a care in the world.

 “Kirimi-chan-“ Tamaki spoke putting her down onto a couch.

 “I’m afraid you’ve made a mistake, I’m really sorry but, I don’t have a younger sister.” He kindly spoke.

 “Are you sure-?” She begins tearing up.

 “You’re blonde just like me.” She whimpered. And Tamaki the weak willed fool folded.

 “I give in!” He lifts Kirimi in the air spinning her around.

 “As of this moment, I am your new big brother! You’re so cute!”

 “I know you get carried away by emotion, but don’t you think it’s irresponsible to make such empty promises.” Haruhi brings Tamaki back to earth.

 “Don’t you listen to that mean Haruhi. I’m not irresponsible! Come with me and I’ll look after you!” He counties to spin Kirimi in pure bliss.

 Haruhi still looking at the two leans over to Kyoya.

 “What do you think we should do, Kyoya-senpai?”

  “We should probably find out if she actually has a brother that goes to this school.” Kyoya states, still trying to break Y/n out of his daze.

 “Twins can you help me with Y/n.” He sighed walking over to Tamaki, as the twins smiled know exactly what to do.

 “I think Kirimi-chan got your character troupe perfectly, huh?” Hikaru slides next to Y/n.

 “-especially being in love with-“ kaoru is abruptly interrupted but a eerie door creeping opening, finally dragging Y/n back to reality.

 “Kirimi… Kirimi…” The cloak figure creepily whispered, through the crack in the door.

 The twins, quickly look over to the male.

 He pops his head out the door, and the man is not wearing his usual cloak, revealing his bright blonde hair.

  “Hey who the hell are you?” The twins rudely spoke.

 “He looks like a foreigner!” Honey jumps in.

 “What’s up with that? How come the door looks different all the sudden.” Haruhi furrowed her brows, at the lack of logic.

 “Oh Kirimi…” Nekozawa quietly mumbled, before a girl with a catlike appearance roughly puts on the cloak and wig on him.

 The club freezes realizing who it is.

 “Nekozawa-Senpai!”

“Master Umehito is terribly vulnerable to any kind of bright light. For that reason, if he doesn’t shroud himself in black he will fall victim to the brightness of the outside world and will undoubtedly collapse!” The maid cried.

 “Sounds like a someone we know.” Hikaru teased, poking Y/n.

 “I’m not that bad!” He rebuttals, to unbelieving Twins.

 “-on the other hand Kirimi, his sister, is frightened of dark dimly lit places.” The maid explained gestured towards the girl.

 “So this little girl is Nekozawa-senpai’s younger sister.” Haruhi pointed towards the bright eyed girl.

“You are quite insightful. Yes, that would be correct, sir.” The maid wipes a tear with a handkerchief.

 Tamaki places the little girl down.

 “Kirimi, so this is where you’ve been hiding.” Nekozawa laughed. Frightening the girl.

 “Brother! Save me from the monster!” She screeched, throwing herself back to Tamaki.

 “Please don’t be scared-“ He walked up to her.

 “I’d like to introduce you to someone. This is beelzenef-“ he holds up a cat hand puppet.

 “The Nekozawa family has worshipped him for generations.” He eerily smiled.

 “Y’know, I get the feeling she’s not scared of the puppet. Call me crazy, but I think it’s you.” She bluntly states.

 Kyoya nods in agreement.

“It’s probably your clothes, we’ll help you change okay.” The twins began pulling on his cloak.

 “No don’t do that! It’s far to bright, I may die!” Nekozawa pleads.

 “I know! Why don’t we just darken the room!” Honey smiled closing the Host rooms curtains.

 “Don’t do that I’m afraid!” Kirimi screamed.

 “Don’t worry little one.” Tamaki comforts the girl.

 “Either way someone’s unhappy.” Kyoya states the obvious.

 “No shit Sherlock.” You teased, which earned a glare from Kyoya.

 “Watch your language Y/n.” He scolded. Leaving Y/n with very strong feelings.

 “It’s a tragedy that these two siblings are such polar opposites. As a result they’ve became known as the Nekozawa family’s Romeo and Juliet!” The maid dramatically compared.

 “But Romeo and Juliet weren’t brother and sister, I think their situation is a little different.” Haruhi explains.

 “Now I’m not defending her weird comparison but, weren’t they cousins?” Y/n questioned.

 “Oh I’m well aware of that! To be honest it’s just something I just came up on the fly! Pretty impressive huh? I thought it might make it more dramatic.” She cheerful states.

 “Oh I see.” Haruhi blankly spoke.

 “We were sent by the masters family-“ the butler next to the girl bows.

 “To get our beloved Mistress Kirimi back home safely.”

 “Is the rest of the family-“

“As out of touch as the three of you are?” The twins uttered.

 “How dare you say such a thing! The Nekozawa’s are a distinguished family! They’re descendants of the Tokarev dynasty of Russia!” She gritted her teeth.

 “Tokarev huh?” Kyoya mummered.

 “Wait, you mean Romanov right?” Tamaki tilts his head.

 “There’s a legend that says every few hundred years, a Nekozawa child is born, a child who is destined to be possessed by the darkness exactly like our master Umehito, that legend may or may not be true.”

 “What do you mean in may or not be true?” Honey curiously looked at the girl.

 “Is it or isn’t?” The twins bored with this already.

 “Mistress Kirimi, fell in love with the handsome fairy tale prince of an older brother she seen in portraits, however with Nekozawas issues, master is unable to go near his sister without being shrouded in black. 

  Once she found out that her older brother was enrolled here, she decided to go looking for him. That’s brought her to your host club.” 

 “We’ve tried comforting her with stories with princely characters like her brother, but we ran out of stories. So recently, we’ve decided to start reading her shoujo manga that had princely characters in them! And I’m afraid she’s became completely addicted!”

 “Shoujo manga?” Haruhi gulped.

 “I see, so that’s where that came from.” Tamaki commented.

“Is there really debauchery in your Shoujo manga? But, Sashimi-chan is so young.” Haruhi worried.

 “Did you just say Sashimi?” Y/n grinned.

  “Man I thought I was bad at names.”

 “It’s kirimi.” Nekozawa reminded.

 “So Kirimi-chan doesn’t know that you’re her real older brother?” Haruhi turned towards him.

 “Yes, we’ve talked to her but she won’t believe us.” The maid mentioned.

 “That’s so sad. Well no wonder Neko-chan is upset.” Honey rubbed away his own tears.

 “It’s painful… that’s why, every single night I offer prayers in hopes one day Kirimi will embrace the darkness.” Nekozawa sadly spoke.

 “I think you’ve got it backwards buddy, you should try to get accustomed to the light.” The twins explained.

 “Come along Mistress Kirimi, it’s time to go home.” The staff begin to pull Kirimi away.

 “No! I’m not going with you!” She clings onto Tamaki.

 “I don’t wanna go home! I want to stay with my Big brother!” She cried.

 “Nekozawa..” Tamaki muttered, holding the crying girl.

 “Don’t worry about me, Suoh. All I want is for my sister to be happy make sure-“ he chokes out a sob.

 “-she gets the love she deserves.” He bolts out of the room crying.

 “Wait a minute!” Tamaki tried to stop him, but failed.

 “Siblings relations are a source of problems in any family.” Kyoya pushes up his glasses.

  “You and I would know the most of it, huh?.” Y/n spoke, taking a more serious tone.

 Tamaki looked over at the two.

 “Even so, I’m kinda jealous.” Haruhi states.

 They looked over to Haruhi.

“I grew up an only child, so I can’t really relate, but I imagine how tough it must be to have a sibling so different from you that you can’t even spend time together.” Haruhi explained.

Tamaki sets down Kirimi once again.

 “Is something wrong? Tell me big brother.” She looked up at Tamaki.

 “I’m sorry Kirimi-chan, I’m not the big brother that you’ve been looking for.” Tamaki softly replied.

 “Don’t worry-“ he placed a comforting hand on her shoulder.

 “-he’s still out there. Believe it or not, you have a big brother that’s even more handsome than I am! And I promise you he’s a real prince.” 

 “But senpai-“ Haruhi starts.

“Once she stepped foot into this room Kirimi-chan became a guest of the host club. And-“ Tamaki runs a hand through his hair.

 “It’s our job to make all of our guests happy!”

 “It’s an absolute tragedy to see a brother and sister at odds this way. We have to do something to help them! Starting now operation 

 ‘Change Nekozawa-Senpai Into The Princely Character Of Kirimi-Chan’s Dreams’ is underway!”

 “Are you serious?” The twins asked.

 “You want to change Umehito from the prince of darkness to a prince of light? I don’t even know if that’s possible!” The maid gasped.

 “Senpai! Quit getting carried away by emotions! Don’t make promises you can’t keep.” Haruhi scolded.

  “Shhh, I want to see how this plays out. Y’know, so shut it.” Y/n states.

“Oh have a little faith. Have you forgotten that we have an expert on our side? Someone knows the importance of changing characters.” Tamaki smirked.

 “Wait- you don’t mean?” The twins looked at each other.

 The floor rumble, gears turned and up comes Renge with her laughter.

  “Well speak of the devil.” Y/n rubbed his face, already feeling the migraine coming.

 After a few short minutes, the host club room was setup for the perfect training ground for Nekozawa, and Renge was once again taking role of coach, and yelling at him with a megaphone.

 Shooting Y/n nerves straight to hell, if this kept up he would end up having an overstimulated breakdown.

  He was now sitting at a table face down trying to muffle the noise.

 Mori was by a black borde writing down prohibited words.

 Honey was sitting on the table, while Kyoya was leaning against the table near Y/n.

  “Looks like Renge’s on top of things.” Kyoya notes.

 “Yep she’s on a roll.” Honey cheered kicking his feet, the movement only making Y/n feel worse, as a nauseating shiver ran up Y/n’a back.

 “Is Y/n-chan okay? Kyo-chan?.” Honey worriedly looked at the barely living Y/n.

 Kyoya looks at the state Y/n’s in.

 Another sound of screams pierced the room, causing Y/n to try and sink further to the table.

 “Did you bring your headphones today?” Kyoya quietly asked, not wanting to make you feel worse.

 You shakily tapped on the table twice.

 “Do you know where you put them?” 

 You hesitate for a second before tapping twice again.

 “Is it in its usual spot?” 

Two taps were followed after.

 “Do you want me to get them for you?” Two taps again was heard.

 Kyoya gets up, and heads over to one of the rooms to the side of the club, in the room was a bag, Y/n called it his emergency kit. He always supplied it with his headphones, countless fidget toys, and off to the side of the bag was the weighted blanket.

 He quickly grabs the headphones, and a purple fidget toy, with clickable buttons. An addition Kyoya himself added.

 Kyoya leaves the room and comes back to the table, he lightly taps the table next to where Y/n’s head is laying, he lifts his head up slowly. And grabbed the items from Kyoya.

  He puts on the headphones, muffling his surroundings. Kyoya placed the toy in-front of Y/n and went back to leaning on the table.

  “Kyo-chan? How did you know what Y/n-chan needed?” Honey whispered.

 “Hm? What do you mean?” 

“Well Y/n-chan tapped on the table and you knew exactly what it meant. And you were aware where it was?”

 “We’ve been in the same class for years, you think something like this hasn’t happened before?” Kyoya calmly explained pushing his glasses up.

 “I guess that make sense..” Honey mumbled in thought, feeling like his missing something.

 Lights began flashing, trying to get Nekozawa akin to the light.

 He screams, like a vampire to the sun. 

 “-but I thought you rejected the  occult?” Nekozawa questioned.

 “Occult fiction is good, occult fashion is not.” Renge explained as if it was obvious.

 “Oh is that so?” Tamaki tilts his head.

 “Don’t judge him! You’re the one always in cosplay.” the twins reminded.

 “Here you go boss!” The twins mischievously smiled. Pushing a mannequin with a wig, similar to Haruhi’s hairstyle, and wearing a cute pink ruffled bathing suit.

  “We got this one ready just for you!”

 “You should go ahead and confess your love to this Haruhi doll!” The twins explained.

  “You should teach him,by example.” 

Tamaki gulped and nervously closed his eyes.

 “H-Haruhi I-i…” he stammered.

 “Excuse me.” The real Haruhi interrupted.

  “H-Haruhi! You’re the real one! When did you get here?” He nervously tossed the doll off to the side.

  “Kirimi-chan came to the host club looking for you.” She glared at the doll now on the floor.

 “If you’ve got time to do disgusted things like this, surely you can spare some time to hang out with her for awhile!” She scolded.

 “Horrible? Disgusting?” He whimpered retreating to a corner.

 “Why don’t you keep her company Haruhi? What’s wrong, don’t like children?” The twins questioned.

  “Well no, it’s not that I don’t like them or anything.”

 “But she’s made me read about fifty volumes of shoujo manga to her over the last few days, and to my surprise? Those things are really full of reverse harems and debauchery.” She cringed at the memory.

 “Big brother?” Kirimi looks around the room.

 “This room is dark and scary!” She began crying.

 “Oh Kirimi-Chan!” She runs up to  the shaking girl.

 “I told you to wait for me in the other room.”

 Tamaki lifta Kirimi in the air, taking her out to the brightly lit hallway.

  “You see? Nothing to be afraid of?” Kirimi giggles.

 Nekozawa holds a flashlight to his face with new found determination. He flicks it on.

 And chants ‘I am a princely big brother’ to work up the willpower.

 “He did it!” Honey cheered.

 Mori claps.

“Nekozawa-senpai has come a long way! Now being able to flash a light directly in his face!” Renge teared up.

  “Bravo senpai, bravo!” The twins pull pop streamers, and loud bangs came off it.

  Y/n flinched, still overwhelmed by everything.

 Kyoya coldly glares at twins, causing the twins to nervously hide the now popped streamers behind their back, feeling a new sense of danger.

 “Hey look, Kirimi-Chan hasn’t left the courtyard yet.” Hikaru spoke looking out the window.

 “But there’s something down there with her. Oh, it’s just a cat.” Kaoru notes.

 Nekozawa gasped and rushed over to look out the window.

  “Your family sure does like cats.” Hikaru mentioned.

 “Even strays warm up to your family.”

 “They’re revered by our family it’s true, but Kirimi wouldn’t participate in something like that! Kirimi is afraid of animals, and most of all she’s afraid of cats!” He frantically looks around.

 He decided the sane thing to do was rush down the stai- wait no he jumps out the window.

 “But he’s not wearing his black cloak!” Haruhi states.

 The host club watched out the now shattered window. They looked at awe at the former goth’s bravery.

 Kyoya lets out a sigh. Causing y/n to move his head onto his arms, so he could look at him. He clicked the button on the fidget toy, to gain Kyoyas attention.

  “Nekozawa jumped out our window.” Kyoya explained. Y/n hummed, looking blankly at the broken glass scattered across the room.

 “Are you feeling better?” Kyoya spoke, writing the estimate expense of the windows.

 Y/n tapped twice.

 “Hm good.” He writes down in his book.”

 Y/n takes an inhale, and points towards the book.

  “My book? Do you want to say something?” Kyoya spoke.

  He tapped twice on the table.

 He flipped to an empty page.

“Please don’t try and look through it.” He teased before handing the book off.

  He ignore his comment and began writing on the page, he hands it back as Kyoya looks at it.

 His face softens for a second before adjusting his glasses.

 On the page were the words ‘Thank you’ written in messy handwriting.

 This rare moment of affection, was not ignored. Honey, finally connected the dots. 

 Leaving the twins, Mori and Honey. To be aware of the fondness for one another.

[lotus-tower]

tried to translate douraku shinjou a in less literal way because it keeps giving me Feelings (unfortunate)

One day, from the sky, Amaterasu said (what in the world?) There are no limits to human wisdom (huh, is that so?)

For those who are exhausted from all the fighting I’ll consecrate a bouquet of flowers And I’ll enjoy it forever and ever

I can’t control my vulgar emotions, so I’ll cheer for myself (yay yay yay!) Toss away your preconceived notions, and behave freely I can’t just sit here obediently It’s a top-quality idiot's ruckus

That day a silver light flashed by (what on earth is that?) Maybe it’s the ectoplasm of the soul (huh, is that so?)

Tokyo is also the night of Edo A kabuki samurai walks through the town full of excitement So this is the land of good-for-nothings

I can’t suppress my debauchery, the party is grand Let’s change out of our stiff clothes and go take it easy (oh oh oh) Let’s dance under the hazy full moon This is chic, chic stupid chaos

I’m so lazy I shudder, I’m like a useless old man Fainting in agony, moving forward, breaking through my limits Roar out loud and keep on….. rockin’!

I’ll never laugh at the song of you who're fighting I’m gonna live with my chest puffed out And I’ll enjoy myself more and more

ah ah I can’t control my vulgar emotions, so I’ll cheer for myself (yay yay yay!) Throw out your preconceived notions and behave freely I can’t control my debauchery, the party is huge Change out of your stiff clothes, and take it easy (ooh) Let’s dance under the hazy full moon It’s a top-quality idiot's ruckus

One last, one last stupid ruckus

[choccyhearts]

New Friend // Eddie Munson x Reader

Note: I've been thinking about hamsters a lot and also, what if you were living with Eddie and Wayne and you've been begging them to get a pet?

CW: Fluff ^_^, g/n!reader, Eddie being a hamster dad

Summary: You want a new pet and Wayne and Eddie finally agree to let you get one

♡

"Puhleeeeeeease, Teddy Bear?", you pleaded with your best puppy dog eyes. Your boyfriend continued making his breakfast, swerving around you and avoiding your stare.

You had been begging for a pet since you began living with the two men. Eddie had a good argument -- "We can barely feed three mouths, how can we feed four? And we have no room!" But all you heard was, "No fun allowed, you aren't allowed to be happy."

"I'll take care of it, and I'll clean everything and feed them, and water them, and I'll use my moneyyy", you whined.

"Stop whining", he mutters. "Or I'll give you something to whine about."

"Pleaseeee", you grab ahold of his arm and shake him back and forth, risking him dropping his cereal.

"Baby, let go! I'm gonna spill all over the carpet and Wayne's gonna get pissed!"

"Hmph!" You let go and turn your back to him.

"Awh", he clicks his tongue. "Don't act like that just cause you can't get your way." He kisses your shoulder. "Anyways, doesn't matter what I think, it's Wayne's trailer."

You sigh and slug over to the couch, flopping on to it. Eddie sits down on the floor and begins to feed you his cereal. As you're sulking, the door opens.

"Wayne!"

"Oh God", Eddie shakes his head.

"Wayne, can I get a pet, pleasseee. I'll do everything myself! I'll use my own money!"

Wayne walks into the kitchen as you plead your case.

"No, tell them that there's already too many people in this trailer", Eddie's voice is muffled by his moutful of cereal.

"Uh, a doggie or kitty isn't a person, Eds, duh."

"Listen, I don't care, long as it doesn't piss on the floor, rummage through the fridge, or get up to any debauchery", Wayne comes back out of the kitchen holding a mug of coffee. "Got enough of that here already."

"Really?", you gasp. Wayne nods and scoots you over so he can sit. The moment of silence is broken by your shrill screech, "EEEE!!! Thank you!!"

Both men brace themselves as you leave to yours and Eddie's room. In a couple of minutes you emerge wearing your shoes and coat.

"Where you goin'?", Eddie asks.

"Going to go get my pet."

"Now?"

"Yes, I want to have them here as soon as possible", you say determined.

"What're you gonna get?"

"Hmm, not sure. I'll see when I get there and see what speaks to me." You open the door and step out.

"Just get one!"

"No spiders!"

♡♡♡

You arrive back home with your new friend and all of their equipment. You weren't sure what to get when you were at the store. Everything was so cute and fluffy and you wanted all of them.

You picked a little black teddy bear hamster because, "It's like my Teddy Bear."

Both men are gone and you cheer internally. Now you can have everything set up for them to be surprised.

You spend the afternoon building the hamster's cage. Your cage is a glass and wood one with wheels. You set up the inside with the goodies you bought.

A large exercise wheel, tunnels, chew toys, a sand bath, water bottle, etc. You place your friend in the cage, pressing your face against the glass.

"Do you like it, buddy?"

The hamster sniffs the air, looking around. It's tiny body moves up and down fast as it breathes.

"Eee, yay", you say softer than you had previously in the day.

After half an hour you hear the rattle of Eddie's van pull up.

"Ooh! That must be Eddie! You'll like him, he's reay sweet when you get to know him, promise! He's gonna be like your daddy!", you smile at the rodent who continues building it's nest.

You quickly make your way to the door, blocking Eddie's path.

"Hi, Eddie", you smile brightly.

"Hi, baby", he says suspicious of you. "Can I get through?"

"Yes", you nod. "But first prepare yourself to meet the newest addition to the Munson family."

He chuckles, "It's just an animal, not a baby." He pauses. "Right? You didn't go steal a baby?"

"Nope! But you're still a new father!" You take his hand and drag him inside. "Taadaa!"

You gesture to the hamster cage. He turns his head and raises a brow.

"What is it?"

"A hamster!" Eddie looks at your happy face, his heart softening. He leans down and peppers your face in kisses. "Come on, come look!"

You kneel down on the floor, him doing the same. You point at the little black ball of fur. The hamster is sleeping, curled up in a corner.

"Awh, he's a cute one, baby." You nod. "He got a name?"

"Not yet, I've been thinking all day." You set your head on his shoulder.

As you two watch the hamster, another vehicle pulls up. Wayne notices that you're home and as he opens the door, he braces himself to be tackled by whatever fur-devil you brought home.

"Hi, Wayne!"

"Where's your lil pet?"

You point to where the hamster is sleeping.

"You got a rat?"

"Noooo, a hamster." Eddie pulls you on to his lap so Wayne can get a look inside the cage.

"Where is it?" You point again. "Cute. Got a name?" You shrug.

"By the way, how'd you get this thing in here?", Eddie asks.

"Through the door", you tease.

"You little shit", Eddie nuzzles his face into your neck.

"I had to build the cage, it came in a big box."

"You built this?"

"Mhm."

"Why's it gotta be so big?", Wayne asks.

"So he won't get bored."

"Bored? He's just a hamster. Don't they spin on those things?"

"Yeah, but he'll want more to do. I want him to have the best life while he's here. Plus, wouldn't you get tired of running in circles?"

"I 'spose so, but they got little brains, they don't know."

"So does Eddie, but we still keep him entertained", you giggle and Wayne chuckles.

"Hey!", Eddie gives a strong pat to your bottom. You giggle and kiss his nose.

"So, a name?"

"Uhh..."

"Whiskers?", Wayne suggests.

"Hams Solo", Eddie chuckles.

"Sir Hamilton Munson the Second."

Both men look at you quizzically.

"Who's the first?", Eddie asks. You shurg.

Sir Hamilton wakes up, yawning. The three of you spend the evening watching the hamster run around doing it's hamster activities.

Quick Headcanons:

Eddie definitely sits next to the cage and announces, "Hey, my favorite show is on!", when Sir Hamilton is awake.

He was a little scared of holding the hamster. Half because he didn't want to hurt the poor creature, half because he didn't want to be bitten.

He helps you decorate the outside of cage for different holidays -- cobwebs and spooky stickers for Halloween, tinsel, lights and a little stocking for Christmas, hand turkeys for Thanksgiving, etc.

He tries to be a little quieter when Sir Hamilton is sleeping.

Feeds him carrots and his treats happily

Says, "I gotta get home to my son" when leaving get-togethers with his friends

Wrote Sir Hamilton into one of his campaigns

"He deserves to be included"

Delivers light kisses to Sir Hamilton when he holds him

Got a little exercise ball for him to roam around the trailer in (note: I know these are bad, but in the 80s these were normal)

Does sometimes help pitch in and clean the cage

Is actually excited to come home and see the little fluffball -- he's such a softie for animals <3

[aparticularbandit]

small child walks into the host club.

tamaki: how shall we help you today little princess?

small child: THIS IS A REVERSE HAREM! THERE IS DEBAUCHERY HERE! YAY, THERE'S DEBAUCHERY HERE, ISN'T THERE? :D

entire host club: the fuck

[rainofzuh]

At any given moment throughout the day I am thinking about that little blonde kid from Ouran gleefully shouting “there’s debauchery here! yay there’s debauchery here!”

[pitty-aegis-parlor]

Screw this, we're gonna hit up every damn place here Kiryu-Chan. (Majima looks at the Fire Emblem and Kid Icarus crews) And you're all comin' with us!

You're really gonna do all this just for a night of debauchery?

C'mon Kiryu-Chan! There's so much to here! Besides we've got 500 Million Yen on both of us, so we're treating everyone who wants come along!

*Sigh* There's just no stopping you huh? Well, I guess this won't hurt, c'mon everyone, we're going enjoy ourselves tonight.

Yay parties!

Yeah… can’t wait. (My sleeping schedule is gonna get messed up so badly…)

Something wrong Mercedes?

Oh no, I’m just a little tired.

Hey Lady Palutena can I-

No, you may not drink.

[sirenofstyle]

• The 2023 Met Gala •

“Fashion’s biggest night of the year”

I’m in a bitchy mood, so let’s have a bitchy discussion about it.

Here goes nothing.. really though.

I wish I could be more enthusiastic but I haven’t cared about the Met Gala since 2015. Suddenly getting flashbacks of Rihanna in that spectacular Guo Pei number! The definition of iconic.

It’s 2023 and the name of the game is inclusivity. The Met Gala is the opposite of that when you really think about it, it’s one of the most exclusive events out there. The public gets a little red carpet show but we don’t get to see what really happens inside, what if it’s just a hotbed of absolute debauchery and we’re missing out? 😢

Doubtful seeing as Anna Wintour has had a stick up her ass since she came out of the womb and the whole purpose of the Met Gala is to raise money for various charities (Kind of a slay to be honest!)

Did any of the celebrities actually follow the theme this year? The answer is yes, for the most part. The theme of the met gala this year is ‘Karl Lagerfeld: A Line of Beauty’ obviously honoring the late, great designer, creative director, artist and photographer Karl Lagerfeld. Did you know he left £1.3 million to his beloved cat Choupette? How.. sweet?

I could get into why Karl Lagerfeld is thought of as an artistic visionary but I can’t be bothered and Google is free.

So let’s just get into my favorite picks of the night! I have to be honest there were many celebrities at this years Met Gala that I just couldn’t care less about and looking through each and every outfit was exhausting to say the least. Many were.. unremarkable.

Here we go—

1. Jared Leto dressed as Choupette, Karl’s beloved cat. The furries must be in heaven. The whole get-up made me laugh, the thing looks pretty realistic. I understand why people would want to join this mans cult. He’s hot and he’s got a good sense of humor. Fun. Great. Next..

2. Ava Max in custom Christian Siriano, she brought the drama I’ve desperately been craving. Also I’m a sucker for a beautiful headpiece. She looks positively radiant and angelic.

3. Dua Lipa in a white and black tweed ballgown from Chanel’s fall 1992 couture collection. “The girls that get it, get it and the girls that don’t, don’t.“ as they say. Every girl on the planet wants this dress in her closet.

4. Jenna Ortega in a custom Thom Browne ‘Wednesday’ inspired black corset dress. Outfits that lean more on the goth side tend to be incredibly cheesy looking or elegant and romantic, this dress is the latter.

(Honorable mentions: J.Lo, Kylie Jenner, Anne Hathaway, Madelyn Cline, Conan Gray, Vanessa Hudgens, Glenn Close, Lily Collins, Anitta, Brian Tyree Henry, Lila Moss, Anok Yai, Emily Ratajkowski) ..and Kim K, please try a different silhouette.. We get it! You’re curvy.

Writing is hard. Excuse my many grammatical and punctuation errors, I would try harder but I don’t want to.. Goodnight.

Ciao, bitches.

- The Sirens 🪷

[crescentcrowd]

Luna’s bio simplified: So, Luna was born a werewolf! But her dad’s family were hunters, yikes. So they pew pewed her parents and raised her as a hunter! Fun! But then she got turned into a vamp during a raid, and surprise, her family wanted to pew pew her too! So she killed them first. Since then she helped hunt other hunters for a teeny bit before going through her debauchery era. She loves to travel and does so by being the handler for Lunar Cove, compelling humans to forget things they’ve seen and taking out the supernatural here and there. Also she accidentally killed her girlfriend Bella when she tried to turn her. RIP Bella! 

Or read the full bio here.

Fun Facts:

Though she was very dedicated as a young hunter, she has since become more lax in her work, finding that she has all the time in the world.

She didn’t find out that she was born a werewolf until after she got turned into a vampire! After finding out, she tried to reconnect with her mother’s side of the family, but they didn’t take too kindly to vampires, so that didn’t really pan out.

Every so often, Luna will get bored and decide she wants to live out some domestic bliss, so she’ll just pick someone up and spend a few years with them before she gets bored again. She doesn’t usually kill them, just compel them and bounces. The only time that’s gone wrong has been with Bella.

At some point, Luna thought the only thing she was good at was killing people (which, to be fair, she is really good at) but has since picked up other hobbies like photography and will occasionally sell her photos from travelling.  

Her current home in Lunar Cove is one she bought to share with Bella.

She tried out the usual adrenaline junkie activities when she first got turned, but has found that she doesn’t really feel as exhilarated when there’s very little chance of actually dying. 

Connection Ideas:

MIB Encounter: You messed up outside of Lunar Cove, said something you shouldn’t have, let a friend in on the secret, shifted in front of a human. It’s okay! It happens! But Luna made sure you knew it wouldn’t happen again.

Blood Bags: Honestly, Luna doesn’t discriminate when it comes to fresh meals, if you’re there and willing, she will drink from you. She does on occasion forget to stop on time and might have people passing out, but she hasn’t killed anyone by overfeeding since Bella.

Exes and Flings: She’s been around the block a few times, considering she’s over a hundred years old. If you’re also supernatural, she didn’t wipe your memory of it, yay! 

Witches: Who doesn’t love a good siphoning? Well, witches might not, but Luna is a huge fan. Most times, she asks for permission, if she’s in Lunar Cove.

Neighbors: Luna comes into town here and there, though she usually gets her assignments remotely from Lunar Cove, she does have to check in every so often. She hasn’t been in town since Bella died, but before then she would pop in about once a year.

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

For the love of all that's holy, seriously. This is 18+ stuff.

A/N ::: Here you go, @reinerswarrior I hope I was able to deliver this in such a way that it covered what you were asking for. I feel like I hit a bit harder on the overstimming. But hey, he's a tough guy. He'll be fine.

C/W ::: Language (which is probably the least offensive thing i this), teasing, public affection, dick rubbing through pants in public and in moving car, F!masturbating in moving car, oral {F->M}, sex, suckin' on balls, licking taints, overstimulation ... I lost track. If I missed any that are horrific and need to be listed, please let me know and I'll add them to the list of debauchery.

WC ::: About 200 under 4k

https://pin.it/50D03jA This is the link to the art where I found it on Pinterest. I couldn't find the OG artist. If you are them or know them, let me know. Thanks!

Who's A Good Boy?

"Why do we have to be here again?" Reiner complained.

"I told you, I have to shop for my friend's birthday. I'm sorry, I just thought it would be fun to get out together." You tried to make this errand sound better than it was. He wasn't buying it. So you'd just have to show him why it was worth his time to be here with you.

You walked over to him and stood up on your toes to wrap your arms around his neck.

"I feel like I haven't seen you a lot lately. Ok, I just want to be with you today. Can you suffer through that for me? Can you be my good boy, Reiner?"

His eyes shot down to meet your stare, as you rubbed his cock between your two bodies.

"I know you can be my good boy, Reiner."

He opened his mouth like he was going to say something to you, but instead just smiled and nodded.

You kissed him on his neck a few times, so slowly, but deep. You could feel him getting harder against your body as you opted not to wear panties today, just black yoga pants. And let’s face it, the material is pretty thin. 

Reiner's favorite.

"Ok, good baby. Let's go look at wrapping paper." He followed you like a lost puppy. His eyes took in every inch of your curvy body. Your ass was especially jiggly today. He had to discreetly adjust himself already, after just a few minutes of this game you were playing.

You squatted down to look at the gift wrap, opening your legs way farther than they needed to be while doing such a thing.

He got down behind you, trying to block your body as he slipped his hand around your waist to toy with the band around your belly.

"Let me rub your clit, please. Are you wet? Hngh, baby. Hurry up. Please."

You looked up at him as he towered over you, even as he was bent down he was so much larger than you.

"I think I like this one. Do you like it? It looks like something {friend's name} would pick out. Yay, ok. Now cards!"

Standing up, you managed to do some fancy moves with your body. You had your hands on your knees and when you raised your ass, you rubbed it right in front of Reiner's face. Your slit tracing over the tip of his nose. You didn't expect it to feel so good and it was all you could do to not go down again.

"Ar-are you ffff -" He was getting that look in his eyes. The look you were waiting for him to don.

"What's that, baby? Let's go look at cards."

He pouted but followed you anyway. You made sure to take your time looking at each and every card, at each and every level. Some were up so high that you had to stretch up, making your shirt rise up well above your belly button. Some, were down really, oddly low. But it was ok. It worked for you today. You were picking up a few that were a little suggestive, but not too much. You wanted to be the one to plant those ideas. Not some Hallmark card.

There was one that you found, on the very bottom row that was perfect for your friend. Carefully, you looked to make sure no one else was on the same aisle as you before you did this.

"I found one that's perfect for them. But I need the envelope and it's all ... the ... way ... down ... here." You bent over. Keeping your legs straight so your ass went up and up, higher and higher. It was right in front of him as he stared down at you.

His hand slid between your thighs and went up until he could feel your pussy. The heat coming off of you wasn't something he expected.

"Hohh, hoh shit, baby. You're so hot - like, temperature hot."

You wiggled your ass at him, knowing it would drive him insane.

"Reiner, don't forget that we have to find a gift for them too."

He pulled his fingers away and you stood up. He wanted to smell them. He wanted to smell you.

"You're ... do you not see this? Do you know what you're fucking doing to me right now? Jesus."

"Hm? What do you mean, baby?" There was a look in your eyes that told him you knew exactly what you were doing.

You giggled and walked around the store with him, finding a gift for your friend and picking up a few things for you.

You were both at the checkout, when you noticed that you forgot some of the items you wanted to get. You told Reiner to hold your bag while you went back and grabbed them.

You didn't go back for anything. Instead, you went straight to the lingerie department and grabbed the piece you'd been eyeing for weeks. Then to the dressing room and locked the door.

He found his way to you and knocked on the door. You opened it just enough for him to see your face.

"Sorry, I'm still trying something on. I'll be out in a second."

He leaned in and kissed your lips. You had to keep yourself from grabbing his neck and pulling him into the room with you.

"What about my gift? Can I help you look for it? Can I help you with anything else?"

You laughed. "Reiner, this isn't your birthday. This is for my friend. But if you keep being good, you might get a little something later."

He was going to get his gift, whatever it was, he didn't know. But he was going to find out. You knew it wouldn't be long before you'd give him what he wanted.

But you wanted him to want it so badly that he couldn't take it anymore. So, you waited. And waited. And waited.

Finally, when you couldn't take it anymore, you left the dressing room and came out.

Reiner looked like he was in pain, his eyes pleading with you for something. For anything.

You grabbed your bags and walked with him to the car.

You both got in and you leaned over and started to kiss his neck. Your hands rubbing his cock through his jeans.

"Baby, please. Fuck. I want you. I want your pussy. Please, just let me fuck you. Just for a little bit. Ok?"

You rubbed his cock as you looked at him. He was driving.

"Oh, baby. I can't do that for you right now. Just keep driving. It's ok, I know you'll keep being my good boy."

He made a noise you've never heard him make before. It was somehow both high-pitched and deep. And it went right to your pussy.

Reiner wanted to push your hand away from him, to make you stop whatever cruel game you were playing with him. But he needed to keep feeling you. He had to know what was in this for him.

"Alright, alright. I'll keep being your good boy. But let's hurry and get home. I want to do ... things to you there."

You smiled. "I'll make sure we get home soon, Reiner. Don't you worry."

The rest of the car ride home was quiet. You made sure to rub his cock every time he looked at you. You even pulled your pants down a little bit so he could see your pussy. His face was so flushed with red. His eyes were the most intense you'd ever seen them.

At a stoplight, a few blocks from your home, you slipped your right hand into your pants and started to rub your clit. He didn't notice right away, not until you scooted down in your seat and spread your legs open wider.

"Oh, hoh fuck, baby. Reiner, I'm so wet right now. Fuck. How did this happen? You haven't even really touched me today."

He looked over at you, his forehead and brows creased so far that you felt like you'd get a headache if he didn't stop.

"Are you ...? Are you going to cum for me, in the car, on the road baby?"

You nodded as you rubbed your clit faster and faster. "Y-yes. Yes, I am. Hoh, oh fuck, Reiner. I'm cumming. I'm cumming for you, baby. My good boy."

His eyes darted back to the road as he started to drive again. You rubbed yourself until you came.

"Hoooh, fuck. Oh my god, let's get home." Reiner was already driving faster than he should have been. But you didn't care. You just wanted to get home and keep this up. Take him beyond his breaking point.

Once you were in the door, he threw your bags on the floor and pushed you against the wall. He pulled his cock out of his pants and tried to push it inside of you.

You shook your head. "No, no, no. Not yet. Not yet, my good boy. Just wait. We have to wrap the presents we just got. Ok? Ok? Good boy ... such a good boy. I'll be right back. Why don't you take this stuff to the kitchen, yeah? Thank you, baby."

You went to your room to change into the thready lingerie you bought at the store today.

It was black and stringy. You knew he'd destroy it the second he saw you wearing it. But the look on his face would be worth the $175 you spent on it.

"Oh my god, baby. What the fuck are you wearing? I want to ... I need to fuck you."

You walked over to him and rubbed his cock again.

"Oh, baby. But you've been a good boy. I think you deserve to watch me cum again. Ok?"

He nodded his head furiously. He had no idea what you were doing. And he didn’t rightly care. He just knew that he wanted to be a part of it. 

You led him over to the couch and sat him down first. Then you climbed up onto his lap, straddling him.

The lingerie was nothing more than two loops that went over your legs and sat on either side of your cunt and some thread over your chest. It was harder than hell to put on but his reaction was worth every time it got caught on your pinky toe.

You started to grind yourself against the bulge in his pants. He was so hard, his face was contorted and you weren't sure if he was in pain or deep in pleasure.

"Rei, you feel so good, baby. You're s'hard, honey." You dragged your hips forward and backward in an agonizingly slow pace. This was almost starting to backfire.

His hands were all over your body. They squeezed your breasts, your ass, your thighs. He couldn't get enough of you.

You started to rub your clit again, not really caring if he saw you do it.

He was too far gone to even notice.

Your orgasm was starting to build again and you knew it wouldn't be long before he came. His cock was twitching and pulsing in his pants. You wanted to stop before he was too far gone.

It was so hard to peel yourself off of him, but for the time being, you had to.

"Wh-where are you going. This isn't cute anymore, y/n. This really isn't cute."

"Nowhere, baby. Just right here." You got down on your knees and meticulously began to undo his belt, the button and the zipper of his jeans.

He lifted his hips up so you could pull down his boxers and the Levis.

"Thank ya, baby. You're so helpful today. I like it."

"Hnnghg ... *aheh* ... Yeah, 'f'course, honey." He managed to say.

He sat back, manspread on the couch and watched your every move.

If only he knew what you had planned. He'd have never gone out with you today. The thought made you smile.

You were going to drive him well beyond any threshold he's ever been pressed against. His cock was going to be a heavy, leaking mess when you were done with him today. He was going to be so overstimulated that he wouldn't be able to touch himself without thinking of you toying with him.

"Ok, Reiner. Look at me. Look at my pussy, baby."

He looked down. You were on your knees, legs spread open wide.

"Oh, oh shit. Oh fuck. It's so ... it's so hot. I want to -"

"You want to what, baby? Tell me. Use your words. You have to be my good boy."

He nodded and swallowed hard. "I want to fuck it. Please."

"Hm, I don't know. You have been a very good boy. Maybe I should make you watch me cum again? Maybe I should suck on your cock for a while? Maybe I'll touch myself and suck on your cock? Would you like that, Reiner?"

He was nodding his head so hard, his eyes so focused on you that you were surprised his neck didn't snap.

"Yes, yes, yes. Any of that. All of that. Please."

You giggled as you leaned forward and started to lick the underside of his cock. His stomach was clenching and unclenching as he tried to keep from cumming too soon.

You kept your lips and tongue on him, but your eyes locked with his. Watching him watch you. It was such a power trip.

He was starting to thrust his hips up, so you pulled away.

"Not yet, baby. Not yet."

"N-nooo. Please, please."

You moved down and started to lick and suck on his balls. His legs were shaking and he was holding his breath. He knew he was getting close.

You moved back up and wrapped your lips around his cock again. This time, you let him fuck your mouth. He was going so fast that you thought you might choke on him.

"Ooh, ohhhh. Ffffuckk. I'm gonna cum, y/n. I'm gonna cum. Oh oh oh, ohh! Hhngh!"

You lifted your head up, "What? What did you say, honey? I couldn't hear you. I was soooo into sucking your hard cock. I couldn't pay attention to anything else, baby."

He grit his teeth, slammed his fists down on the couch in absolute rage and growled in frustration. "I FUCKING SAIDDD .... I WAS GOING TO CUM."

You put your hand over your mouth. "Ohhh, oh no! I'm so sorry, Reiner! Well, I'm sure I can get you back there."

You moved your head back down and started to suck on his balls again. He was so sensitive that he jumped and almost kicked you in the face.

"Ooohhh shit!! I'm so sorry, baby!" He looked so worried.

Getting kicked in the face was the least of your thoughts right now. You pushed his knees open more and scooted his ass out to the edge of the couch so his balls were hanging off and you could play with his ass.

He wasn't expecting that, not at all. You rubbed his taint with your tongue and then went back to sucking his balls.

He started to whimper and whine. He sounded like an animal.

"Pleasepleaseplease. I can't ... I can't take it anymore. Please, just let me cum."

You took one of his balls in your mouth and sucked on it, then the other. You were going to make him cum just from this.

He was starting to buck his hips and his hands were gripping the cushions so hard you were worried he'd rip them.

"Nnnggghhgggggggggggggggh! Oh, oh, oh fuck. Fuck. Fuckkkk! I AM SO FUCKING CLOSE --- PLEASE BABY PLEASE!!!!!"

You took your mouth off of him and asked him a question.

"Front or back? Do you want to reach around and hold my tits or do you want them bouncing in your face?"

He looked like he'd been holding onto an electric fence; His hair was all ruffled, you swear there was drool in the corners of his mouth.

"Rei, grab tits or watch tits?" You made it easy on him. He was too far gone to comprehend anything other than you sliding down on his dick.

So that's what you did.

You faced him, he likes your tits in his mouth when you're riding him.

"HOHH, ohhhh fuck. Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. Shittt, baby." He grabbed your hips and started to guide you up and down.

You let him for a little while before you took over, moving your body in a way that he's never seen before.

It was like you were a dancer, a ballerina of sex. And you were giving him the performance of his life.

"Ohhh, oh fuck. I'm gonna cum, baby. I'm gonna cum. I can't stop it. Ohhhhhh!"

You pushed his legs out of the way and started to move faster.

"Me too, baby. Me too. Cum with me, Reiner. Cum with me."

You bounced on his cock a few more times and then you came.

"AAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! HOLY FUCK, Y/N!!!"

His cock was pulsing and throbbing inside of you. You could feel his cum spilling out of you and onto his balls and the couch.

But you didn't stop there. You wanted him to feel so overwhelmingly good that he'd cry.

You kept going, rubbing your clit as you fucked him. You went faster and faster, until his eyes were rolling back in his head and he was begging you to stop.

"I CAN'T BABY! I CAN'T TAKE IT. PLEASE STOP. PLEASESTOPPPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASE."

You slowed down and looked at him. "Nnnno. I ... don't ... want ... to. Not yet."

You got off of him and wrapped your hand around his cock, sliding up one …                               twothreefourfivesixseven times.

He had tears in his eyes. "Bay - baby ... oh my god, you're going to kill me ... please ... hunghhhhhh ..."

You smiled at him and then moved down to start licking and sucking on his balls again.

His hands were trying to push you away, but it wasn't working.

You were so good. You were too good.

You licked and sucked and rubbed and pulled and everything.

His body was shaking and he was whimpering.

"Nnnggghhh! Please, pleeeaaaaseeeee. I can't take it. I'm sorryyyyyy! Please, y/n. Pleeeeaaase. I'm your good boy. I'm your good boy!"

He was crying. Tears ran down his beautiful face. His abdomen was trembling, his thighs twitched so hard.

"Why are you doing this ... oh god, it feels so ... fuck, please ..."

You sucked on his balls again. They were so sensitive, you were sure he was going to cum from it alone.

You slid your tongue up the shaft of his cock, slow, so painfully slow.

You could see the tears in his eyes. His body was shaking so hard.

You leaned forward and took his entire cock in your mouth. Your eyes were up on him. You were so ready for him to cum in your mouth.

"Hoh, hoh my god. I can't, I can't. Please, I can't! Don't, don't, don't, don't, don't, don't, don't, don't, don't, don't!!!!!!!!!!!"

He began to raise his hips up to your face. Somewhere between the unrelentless pain of too much pleasure, he found his rhythm once again.

He was thrusting in and out of your mouth, his eyes locked with yours.

Your lips and tongue were working his cock so well.

He was starting to get close again. You could feel it.

"Oooohhhh, fuck, baby. You're so ... fucking ... good. Fuck. Fffuck."

His body was starting to tense up and you could feel him twitch inside of your mouth.

"Nnnggghhhhh! Fuck! I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum! I'M GONNA CUM!"

You waited for it, ready for him to cum in your mouth.

But he didn't.

Instead, he pulled away from your face and pulled your body up onto the couch, positioning you on your hands and knees.

What ...

He put his hands on your ass and spread you open, looking at your dripping hole.

"Ohhh, fuck. Baby, please. I'm your good boy. I need you. I need you, please."

Rubbing the tip of his cock against your slit. He was so wet from cum - yours and his. You pushed yourself back onto his cock, impaling yourself on him.

You have never felt him so hard before.

"NNNHHH! Fuck, y/n. I'm going to fuck you so hard. So hard, baby."

He started to thrust in and out of you, his hands grabbing your ass so hard that you thought he might pull you apart.

He was so close to cumming. You could feel his cock jerking inside of you.

"Oh, oh, oh. Baby. Ohhhhh! Oh my god, I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum!"

His thrusts got faster and deeper. He was hitting you in all the right places.

Your pussy was dripping. Throbbing. Clenching.

"Oh, oh, oh fuck! I'm cumming, baby. I'm cumming. I'm cum- I'M CUMMING! AAAAHHHHHHHH!!"

He grabbed your hips and pulled you back onto him one more time before he started to cum.

"AAAAHHHH!!!!! FUCK Y/N. Oh, shit, shit shit shit this feels sooo good! Babybabybaby, I can't, I can't, s'too fucking much oh god ..."

You could feel his cum leaking out of you.

His thrusts slowed down, his grip on your body relaxed.

"Hnnnn ... ooh ... baby, that was ... that was ... wow." He collapsed on top of you, his body heavy and sweaty.

You both took a few minutes to catch your breath.

Finally, you asked him, "So, Reiner? Did you like being my good boy today?"

He nodded his head, his eyes still closed.

"Yes, yes. You are the best. The absolute best."

You smiled as you pulled yourself up and off of him, his cum dripping down your legs and onto the floor.

You picked up your lingerie and held it up with one finger.

He nodded and laid back on the couch, still naked and cum dripping from his balls.

You couldn't wait to do it all again.

Maybe next time you'd bring a vibrator. Maybe next time you'd make him beg for it. Maybe next time you'd tie him up.

"Baby, can you bring me some water, please? I can't feel my legs." He said, wiping the tears from his face.

You laughed and walked towards the kitchen. "Of course, Reiner. Anything for my good boy."

Taglist ::: @callm3senpaii

Can I request a dilf Reiner x Reader fic where the reader teases Reiner in public and makes him super needy before she takes him home and overstims him?

I read this and said "Yes" out loud. That's how much you can have it.

[thanatoseyes]

Every time Lowe speaks about Misery I just think of this panel from ohshc

[host-club-hq]

Indeed: ~Big Brother is a Prince!~

➼ pairing: kyoya ootori x reader

➼ summary: with the introduction of kirimi-chan to the story, you have some hidden traits that the club would have had to dug tirelessly to find otherwise...

➼ word count: 5k (guys i know it's really short but think of it ((and the next one)) as a filler chapter :( y/n in wonderland is the big one)

➼ what to expect: "What's wrong, my love? There there, it's alright."

➼ warnings: fluff

➼ chapter navigation

"So, what's the theme? Sexy cops?" You pick and prod out your outfit with annoyance. Half of the props on your utility belt are gadgets you wouldn't have the slightest idea how to use.

"More or less, yeah." Kyoya shrugs, thoroughly adorned in his police uniform with an even more complex utility belt than your own.

"I don't see why I have to participate with the theme- I'm not a host." You spin around and crane your neck, trying to get a look at how short your skirt actually is before you proceed from the back room and into the public.

"You would look out of place if you were dressed differently from us." Kyoya adjusts his collar and a low-hanging belt around his hips.

"Mm, I think Hikaru and Kaoru just like dressing me like a doll," you complain, peering at your backside through a full-length mirror and pulling your skirt down.

Kyoya rolls his eyes, miffed. You're probably right- the twins love having a girl to dress up if they can't do the same with Haruhi. You're much more compliant than she is. Although the thought makes Kyoya's blood boil- you're not their toy.

"Just don't be late." Kyoya shoves through the door and enters the main area where the rest of the hosts are waiting.

"y/n! Get out here!" You groan when you hear two obnoxious voices chime from the other side.

"I think I'm gonna change skirts!" You call back, still pulling at the fabric.

"No, way!" Kaoru whines.

"Just come out." Hikaru groans, sounding monotoned.

"Fine." You grumble, pushing open the door.

"Yay! Our little meter maid!" The twins clap excitedly as you trudge to join the group in your demeaning outfit.

"If I'm gonna be a cop, can I at least be important?" You plead, puckering your bottom lip.

"I think you look alright, Senpai." Haruhi adjusts her tie, her outfit matching Honey's pale blue uniform.

"At least you get pants." At that, you can nearly feel a chilly breeze brush up against your bare legs. You shiver audibly.

As you're all grouping up in formation, ready for guests to arrive, you notice the door already ajar. As if on cue, something, or someone, pushes it open, a loud creak echoing in the nearly empty room.

"Welcome~" The club greets eerily, rose petals surging out of thin air. Then, when the light subsides, you're all greeted with a little girl, only about up to the height of your knee.

"Oh my, what an unusually young guest. Well, glad you're here, my little lost kitty-cat." Tamaki offers her his outstretched hand and a sweet smile like a true prince.

Big Brother is a Prince!

With her eyes glued to Tamaki, she blinks owlishly, seemingly lost.

"Little kitty-cat, why have you come to see us today?" Tamaki bends down at the waist to meet her eye line.

She points an accusing finger to the group as her cheeks dust a light pink, "It's a reverse harem! This is a reverse harem!"

Shocked silence follows. Tamaki knocks the side of his head with the palm of his hand, determined, "That can't be right. I must've heard wrong- maybe there's still some water in my ear from when I went swimming."

Hikaru shoves his index fingers in his ears and twists them, "Water in the ear- that's gotta be it!"

Kaoru mirrors him, "I'm sure we just heard her wrong. There's no way this cute, little girl said the words' reverse harem'. Something's going on with our ears." he laughs apprehensively.

"Could we all be having the same nightmare? That would explain my outfit." You grumble, arms crossed defiantly over your chest.

"There's debauchery here!"

Silence.

"Yay! There's debauchery here, isn't there?!"

"Oh man, no way." You breathe in a nervous laugh, rubbing furiously at your ears.

"You're the glasses character!" the little girl points determinedly to Kyoya, whose mouth hangs open at the accusation.

"She couldn't be more right-"

"You're the girl pining after the glasses character!"

You stop yourself mid-sentence, immediately deflating upon noticing that her finger is pointed directly at you.

"Say what-"

"You're the boy Lolita! and the stoic type!" She gasps, pointing in Honey and Mori's direction.

"She's good."

"Twincest."

"Oh, my god, no way-"

One last finger pointed to Haruhi, "And the bookworm!"

There's only one host left to evaluate. After her previous accusations, Tamaki flinches when she turns to him, ready to assign him a character.

But, instead, her eyes widen to the size of saucers, two shining blue orbs once she sets her sights on Tamaki dressed in his white police uniform. They fill with tears.

"Big brother?" She gasps.

"My brother's blond- you must be him!" Then, much to his surprise, she throws herself into Tamaki's arms, hanging from his neck and kicking her feet.

"You never told us about this."

"Since when do you have a little sister?" The twins accuse.

"I don't- I'm definitely an only child- at least as far as I know..." Tamaki fears, holding the squirming little girl so that she doesn't fall.

"You are both blond... and strikingly similar." you infer as Tamaki tries his best to tug her away from his shoulders- but to no avail.

"I want to know if 'glasses character' is superior to 'big brother.'" Kyoya strokes his chin thoughtfully.

"... is that really all you're thinking about?" you glower up at him disappointedly. He merely shrugs.

"Does that matter? I can't believe she called me a bookworm." Haruhi stews, thoroughly unhappy with her assigned character.

"On some level, I believe that." You snicker at her expense. She growls.

"'Scuse me. You want to tell me your name, little one?" Tamaki shakily pries her off his neck far enough to look her in the eye.

"Kirimi!" She chirps, arms secured to Tamaki firmly. He sets her down carefully and crouches to her level.

"Kirimi-chan. I'm afraid you've made a mistake." Tamaki points to himself in question, "I'm really sorry, but I don't have a younger sister."

At his revelation, Kirimi's brows furrow, and her eyes well up with glassy tears, "Are you sure? You're blond, just like me." Then, she whimpers, her gaze enough to break anyone's heart.

And it seems to break Tamaki's into thousands of pieces. You even feel your own heartache.

"Well... that is true." Tamaki's own eyes glaze over, reacting sensitively to her query.

Tamaki lifts her excitedly and swings her around, "I give in! As of this moment, I am your new big brother! You're so cute! You're so cute!"

"This is potentially problematic..." You grumble, chewing on a nail nervously.

"I know you get carried away by emotion, but don't you think it's irresponsible to make such empty promises?"

"Don't you listen to that mean Haruhi! I'm not irresponsible! Come home with me, and I'll look after you." Tamaki gushes, twirling with Kirimi high in the air.

You turn to Kyoya questioningly, "You're looking awfully thoughtful- what should we do?" You gesture vaguely to the distracted Tamaki.

"We should probably try to find out if she actually has a brother at this school."

"How is it you always know what to do-?"

"Kirimi... Kirimi..."

Behind the grand double doors that only appear ever so often, a head of blond hair peeks out, seemingly someone none of you have ever met before.

"Oh, wow... who's that?" you shift your weight and twirl a lock of hair between your fingers.

Kyoya scoffs, clearly bothered, "Beats me." He shrugs, arms crossed.

"Hey, uh, who the hell are you?" The twins inquire bluntly at his appearance.

"He looks like a foreigner!" Honey gasps excitedly, glowing.

"What's up with that? How come the door looks different all of a sudden?" Haruhi glowers.

The unknown figure emerges from the dark doorway, "Oh, Kirimi~" He calls urgently.

Two additional figures step out of the dimmed room, "Master."

"You forgot your cloak."

The two servants shroud him in black clothing of all kinds, his appearance becoming more familiar.

"Nekozawa-Senpai?!"

"Oh..." you hiss through your teeth awkwardly, pulling on your collar as your cheeks become incredibly hot.

"Master Umehito is terribly vulnerable to any kind of bright light. For that reason, if he does not shroud himself in black, he will fall victim to the brightness of the outside world and undoubtedly collapse! And just to be comfortable, he even has to his beautiful blond hair with a dark wig!" the female servant swoons woefully.

"On the other hand, his sister, Mistress Kirimi, is frightened of dark, dimly-lit places."" the butler informs.

You point to the innocent little girl in Tamaki's arms, "So this little girl is Nekozawa-Senpai's younger sister?" You raise a brow doubtfully.

The butler turns abruptly and dabs his eyes with a handkerchief, "You are quite insightful. Yes, that would be correct, ma'am." He finishes with a light sob.

Tamaki places Kirimi on the ground, and you all get an impression of just how the two siblings differ from each other- exceedingly.

Nekozawa rubs Beelzenef's paws together maliciously, "Kirimi, so this is where you've been hiding~" He stumbles toward her with an odd, frightening sort of laugh.

To anyone, especially children, Nekozawa is just as terrifying as you can get. Kirimi's brows furrow, and her bottom lip puckers out, whimpering fearfully as her brother's shadow casts over her ominously.

She leaps toward Tamaki, "Brother! Save me from the monster!" She begs, latching her arms around his neck once more.

"Please don't be scared. I'd like to introduce you to someone." Nekozawa slowly creeps toward her.

"This is Beelzenef. The Nekozawa family had worshipped cats for generations."

You deadpan, "I'm not so sure it's the innocent puppet she's afraid of. Call me stupid if I'm wrong, but I'm pretty sure it's you." Kyoya nods behind you with arms crossed, agreeing.

The twins take action, "It's probably your clothes; we'll help you change, kay?"

They tug and pull at Nekozawa's black cloak to no avail.

"Don't do that! It's far too bright in here! I may die!" Nekozawa warns in a panic.

Honey chimes in, "I know! Why don't we just darken the room!" He pulls the curtains over the sun shining through the window, but Kirimi throws a fit immediately.

"Don't do that; I'm afraid of the dark!" Tamaki gently soothes her.

"Either way-" you begin.

Kyoya puts a thoughtful finger to his chin, "-someone's unhappy."

Once again, the mysterious maid makes an appearance, "It's a tragedy that these two siblings are such polar opposites. As a result, they've come to be known as the Nekozawa family's Romeo and Juliet."

You cringe, "Romeo and Juliet were romantic interests- I'm pretty sure Kirimi-chan and Nekozawa-Senpai aren't romantically interested in each other..." You shudder uncomfortably.

"Oh, I'm well aware of that. To be honest, it's something I just came up with on the fly. Pretty impressive, huh? I thought it might make the story more dramatic!"

You hiss through your teeth, "Well, I wouldn't call it that." You laugh nervously.

"We were sent by the Master's family to get our beloved Mistress Kirimi back home safely." the butler bows deeply to Tamaki, cradling Kirimi against his chest.

"Is the rest of the family-"

"-as out of touch as the three of you are?" The twins inquire.

"How dare you say such a terrible thing! The Nekozawas are a distinguished family! They're descendants of the Tokarev Dynasty of Russia!"

Kyoya tilts his head in sync with your own, "Tokarev, huh?" He raises an eyebrow curiously.

"Wait... you mean Romanov, right?" Tamaki's brow twitches irritably.

Completely ignoring him, "There's a legend that says once every few hundred years, a Nekozawa child is born. A child who is destined to be possessed by the darkness exactly like our Master Umehito. That legend may or may not be true."

You frown, "May or may not be true? What's the point." You toss your hands up indignantly.

"Is it or isn't it?" The twins are thoroughly unimpressed.

"Mistress Kirimi fell in love with the handsome fairytale prince of an older brother she had seen in portraits. However, as a result of his condition, the Master is unable to go near his sister without being shrouded in black. Once she learned that her older brother was enrolled in high school here, she decided to go looking for him. That's what brought her to your host club. We've tried to keep her comforted by reading her bedtime stories about princely characters like her brother, but we ran out of stories. So, recently, we've decided to start reading her shoujo manga that had princely characters in them! And I'm afraid she's become completely addicted!"

Haruhi sweatdrops, "Shoujo manga?"

"So that's where that came from..." You groan.

"Is there really debauchery in shoujo manga? But, Sashimi-chan is so young." Haruhi points out.

"Not Sashimi!"

"It's Kirimi!" Nekozawa reminds via Beelzenef.

"So Kirimi-chan doesn't know that you're her real older brother?" You inquire just for your own clarification. Nekozawa deflates gloomily.

"Yes, we've talked to her, but she refuses to believe us."

"I don't doubt that." You cross your arms.

"That's so sad. Well, no wonder Neko-chan is so upset." Honey rubs his eyes dismally.

"It's painful... that's why, every night, I offer prayers in hopes that one day Kirimi will come to embrace the darkness." Nekozawa wishes hopefully.

"I think you've got it backward, buddy."

"You should try to get accustomed to the light," Hikaru suggests blankly.

"What're you trying to do to your sister?" Kaoru grimaces.

Tamaki still cradles Kirimi, the Nekozawa family maid and butler attempt to beckon her to them.

"Come along, Mistress Kirimi."

"It's time to come home."

Kirimi immediately exhibits an adverse reaction, letting out a piercing wail of terror, "I'm not going with you! I don't wanna go home! I wanna stay with my big brother!"

It seems that listening to his sister give someone else the affectionate name makes Nekozawa severely depressed.

Tamaki peeks over Kirimi, kicking and flailing her legs, and spots Nekozawa and Beelzenef.

"Nekozawa-Senpai." He calls hopefully.

"Don't worry about me, Suoh. All I want is for my sister to be happy. Make sure... she gets the love she deserves!" Nekozawa chokes on a sob and retreats from the room and down the hallway.

"Wait a minute, Senpai!" Tamaki calls frantically in hopes of catching him.

Kyoya adjusts his glasses emotionlessly, "Sibling relations are a source of problems in any family."

You glance at Kyoya in your peripheral vision suspiciously, eyes narrowing.

"Even so, I'm a bit jealous." You turn to glance pensively out of the window, watching the people mill about the grounds below.

Kyoya hums curiously, finding your line of sight to be staring out the window.

"Growing up as an only child isn't all it cracks up to be. Being left alone with your parents and your house without anyone else at home is a little intimidating."

Tamaki sets Kirimi down determinedly. She peers up at him curiously.

"Is something wrong? Tell me, big brother." She pleads.

Tamaki offers a gentle smile, "I'm sorry, Kirimi-chan, but I'm not the big brother you've been looking for."

With wide eyes, Haruhi stares at Tamaki incredulously. You smile gingerly.

"Don't worry," Tamaki places a soft hand on Kirimi's shoulder, "He's still out there. Believe it or not, you have a big brother that's even more handsome than I am! And I promise you, he's a real prince."

It's almost rare to catch Tamaki acknowledging that someone other than him as the most handsome- but something about it for this purpose warms your heart immensely.

"But, Senpai-"

"Once she stepped foot into this room, Kirimi-chan became a gust of the host club. And," Tamaki runs a hand through his blond locks, "it's our job to make all our guests happy! It's an absolute tragedy to see a brother and sister at odds this way. We have to do something to help them! Starting now, operation 'Change Nekozawa-Senpai into the Princely Character of Kirimi-chan's Dreams' is underway!"

The twins groan, "Are you serious?"

"But sir..."

"You want to change Umehito from a prince of darkness to a prince of light? I don't know if that's even possible!"

"Senpai! Quit getting carried away by your emotions! Don't make promises you can't keep." Haruhi huffs.

"Oh, ye of little faith. Have you forgotten that we have an expert on our side? Someone who knows the importance of changing characters."

Your heart drops into your stomach, and your eyes widen considerably when you realize who, in fact, Tamaki's trying to mention indirectly, "You don't mean-"

A shrill laugh fills the room, and a powerful motor rumbles the tile floor, revealing Renge ascending on a motorized platform.

"Yep, sure enough."

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Science Room #3

The curtains slide over the brightly lit windows and dim the room to Nekozawa's preference.

Holding a candelabra, "Your golden locks glow in the candlelight. Your skin like ivory, your smile mysterious as a flower illuminated by the moonlight. Such beauty... it's as if... you're a cursed wax doll, shrouded in darkness and filled with malevolence-"

Renge smacks Nekozawa over the head with a rolled-up scrap of paper violently, "No way, you've got it all wrong! Numbskull! Who told you to say something like that?! How many times do I have to tell you, you're not allowed to use any occult terms!"

Nekozawa shivers in terror under Renge, "I'm really sorry, but my vocabulary is a bit limited without those words!"

With her scroll of paper, Renge whacks Nekozawa about constantly, "You're not allowed to talk back to me either, you got it?! A princely character would never try to come up with a sissy excuse like that!"

Renge shakes her finger disappointedly, "Remember! It's okay to have a dark side, some girls like that. Cute, brooding male characters always go over well with young girls. However, referencing anything relating to the occult is out of the question!" Renge pulls pictures out of a frame to reveal the ones below it as a mock slideshow.

"Mori-Senpai, go ahead and add that to the board!" Renge demands, pointing to Mori commandingly.

Mori turns to a chalkboard full of "do's and don't's" for Nekozawa, adding, "Wax... doll..."

Leaning on a table, Kyoya observes, "Looks like Renge's really on top of things."

"Yeah, she's on a roll!" Honey swings his legs atop the same table that Kyoya's leaning on.

"But I'm not sure the lines she's feeding him are appropriate to use on his sister." Hikaru grimaces.

"You just going to sit and watch, Boss?" The club directs their attention to an unmoving Tamaki.

"Of course. I don't wanna end up with a curse on me." Tamaki worries.

Renge spins on her heel at Nekozawa kneeling before her, "Okay! It seems that you've memorized most of your new character lines. I think it's about time we moved on- are you ready, Senpai?"

"Oh, please, no! It's too soon! I can't handle it yet-"

"Evil beam!!" Renge shines a flashlight directly in Nekozawa's direction, resulting in a wailing cry of anguish from him.

"Don't let a simple flashlight get the best of you! Work up your nerve! It's not physically affecting you, so that means it must be psychological! Even Edgar was able to face the cross once he built up his courage!" She flicks the flashlight off, and Nekozawa peeks at her tiredly.

He points to the blackboard that Honey is currently drawing a portrait of Usa-chan on with the help of Mori's height, "But I thought you rejected the occult." He smirks.

"Occult fiction is good; occult fashion is not." Renge rebuts.

"Oh, is that so?" Tamaki pops into the conversation.

"Don't judge him-"

"- you're the one who's always wearing weird cosplay." The twins remind, unamused.

Renge prods Nekozawa directly on the nose, "You gotta put your heart to the delivery of these lines. You have to imagine that you're talking to Kirimi-chan."

Nekozawa scoffs, "That's easy for you to say, but that doesn't look anything like her." He points to a chair with Kuma-chan, Tamaki's dear teddy bear, dressed as Kirimi- wig and all.

"Would you quit complaining?!" Renge shrieks, grabbing the bear quickly, "Look at her through the eyes of your heart. The eyes of your heart!!" she shoves the bear in Nekozawa's face.

"That's right! Remember why you're doing this! It's all for Kirimi-chan's sake. Just give it a shot!" Tamaki encourages with a determined fist.

"Just use your imagination." Kyoya shrugs nonchalantly from the sidelines. Nekozawa takes a last, reluctant glance at the Kirimi bear.

The twins' minds are suddenly sprouting with an idea.

"Here you go, Senpai!"

Kyoya turns to them as they're directly behind him, "Hm?"

"We got this one ready just for you!" They present him with a mannequin of your picked-out bikini from the beach trip to Okinawa and a wig of your hair, posed like a model.

"We think you should go ahead and confess your love to this y/n doll!"

The mannequin is expressionless, a bit unsettling.

Kyoya points doubtingly to the doll with a raised brow, "This doll is y/n?" He nearly scoffs.

"You should teach him by example!" They encourage.

"That's ridiculous. Why would I teach him by a false example?" Kyoya inquires, a hand perched on his hip.

"Come on, just do it! You know you want to!" The twins shove the mannequin toward Kyoya, who grunts and pushes against it.

"Leave it alone." He rolls his eyes.

"Excuse me."

Kyoya's stomach flips at the familiar voice, glancing at the room's entryway and finding you, thoroughly unamused. He shoves the doll to the twins forcefully, acting as though nothing has happened.

"I've been watching Kirimi-chan for a few days." You glower in Kyoya's direction, cheeks flushed a bright pink at the sight of the mannequin dressed scandalously.

"If you've got time to do unsettling things like this... surely you can spend a few minutes helping me." You're practically steaming.

"What's wrong, y/n, don't like children?" Kyoya pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose smugly.

"Not at all- I love children. But-"

"Read more!" Kirimi demands excitedly, seated on the sofa next to you, the both of you surrounded by volumes upon volumes of manga.

"I finally made off of these fine men my..." You blush furiously at the offending word, deciding on a more appropriate one, "love... slaves. Oh my, who shall I pick to have me entertain me tonight?" Your voice is incredibly monotoned.

"She's had me read her just about 50 volumes of shoujo manga over the past few days... and, surprisingly, they really are full of debauchery and reverse harems." You growl furiously.

"Big brother?" At the door, Kirimi appears tentatively, peering into the room and tearing up.

"Mm... this room is dark and scary!" She whimpers.

Suddenly, your angry demeanor is gone, and you spin around in concern. "Oh, Kirimi-chan!" You gasp, picking her up off the floor when she reaches for you.

"I asked you to wait for me in the other room, darling." You tap her gently on the nose, and she sniffles.

"What's wrong, my love? There there, it's alright." You lift her in your arms above your head and gently twirl her the best you can.

"There, see? There's nothing to be afraid of!" You gasp excitedly as she giggles.

Kyoya feels a strange twinge in his heart at the treatment you give her. His brows furrow as he watches your smile widen the more she laughs; your eyes sparkle with care as you observe her happiness. He crosses his arms defensively.

Nekozawa catches a glimpse of the two of you, looking sullen. Then, he brings his head up with a determined look.

"Senpai?" Renge questions.

"I am a handsome, princely big brother! I am a handsome, princely big brother! I am a handsome, princely big brother! I am a handsome, princely big brother! I am a handsome, princely big brother! I am a handsome, princely big brother! I am a handsome, princely big brother! And I'm not afraid of this flashlight! Self evil beam!!" Nekozawa flicks on the flashlight and shines it directly into his own face.

"He did it!" Honey marvels, Mori clapping behind him.

"Nekozawa-Senpai's come a long way! He's able to shine a flashlight in his own face!" Renge tears up in accomplishment.

The twins pull party poppers, "Bravo, Senpai, bravo." They congratulate dully.

Haruhi claps, "Good job, I'm impressed!"

"Ah, you did it! You're little sister's going to be so thrilled!" Tamaki gushes, kneeling to Kirimi's height as you place her down on the floor at his will.

"Look there, Kirimi-chan! That gentleman is your real big brother!"

The man in the corner glittering with light catches Kirimi's attention. She becomes curious, her eyes trained on him.

But when Nekozawa turns around, the flashlight is shining on his face at a strange angle, creating ominous shadows on his features, and Kirimi squeaks, paralyzed with unspeakable terror- probably more terrified than she was of him before.

She opens her mouth wide and lets out a piercing shriek, followed by hiccuping sobs. Then, she slips by you expertly, sprinting down the hall.

"Kirimi-chan!" You gasp as she slides past you quickly.

"Kirimi, wait!" Nekozawa calls, dropping the flashlight immediately.

"So, I guess shining the flashlight in his face-" Hikaru begins disappointedly.

"- scared her and sent her running," Kaoru grumbles.

"Oh, Kirimi." Nekozawa sobs, falling to the ground face-first dejectedly.

"Nekozawa-Senpai?" Tamaki tries carefully.

"I've had enough... even if I continue your special training, there's no guarantee that Kirimi will ever accept me... I think she'd be better off... if you acted as her brother in my stead, Suoh." His fringe covers his clouded, tearful eyes.

Tamaki's brows furrow, "But that's ridiculous. You're the big brother she's looking for. If you care about her, you'll do whatever it takes to win her over!" Tamaki assures commandingly.

Kyoya glances in Tamaki's direction, his eyes finding you standing just behind him. He chews the inside of his cheek carefully, thoughtfully.

The twins draw back the curtains in hopes of catching where Kirimi might have run off to, "Hey, look. Kirimi-chan hasn't made it out of the courtyard." Hikaru calls attention to the window, where Kirimi stands just below them on a paved sidewalk.

"But there's something down there with her."

A large, white cat with a ringed tail approaches her slowly, seemingly unthreateningly.

"Oh, it's just a cat." Kaoru shrugs.

But, that notion seems to disturb Nekozawa, who looks worriedly over his shoulder.

"Your family sure does love cats." Hikaru acknowledges.

"Even strays warm up to you guys." Kaoru notices.

Nekozawa throws himself at the window, "What did you say? They're revered by our family, it's true. But Kirimi wouldn't participate in something like that. Something as occult as befriending a stray cat."

They draw everyone's attention to the window, his tone of voice setting concern in the pit of your stomach.

"Kirimi is afraid of animals. And cats are the creature she fears the most."

After a beat of silence, Nekozawa lunges forward and bursts through the window, "Kirimi!!"

"Nekozawa-Senpai!" You gasp loudly, reaching out worriedly as shards of glass fly every which way.

"But he's not wearing his black cloak!" Haruhi exclaims.

"Kirimi!" He calls once more, closer to her. Kirimi gasps, turning to find Nekozawa sprinting toward her with a purpose, defying the sunlight as if it were nothing, "Kirimi!!"

Something seems to click in Kirimi's mind at the sight of her brother, princely with blond hair and all, her strikingly blue eyes growing wide and filling with tears, "Big brother!!" She leaps toward him with relief, just as she did with Tamaki, and presses her cheek against his, both smiling contently.

"Oh, gosh." You feel your own eyes fill with the slightest of tears empathetically, heart pulsing as you fan your face.

"Would you look at that!" Honey grins.

"This is all thanks to my special training!" Renge exclaims proudly.

Kyoya turns to you, seeing as you've drifted from the group, "What's the matter, y/n? Getting choked up?"

"No." You hurriedly wipe at the tears in your waterline.

"I'm just happy for her." You sniffle, straightening your posture.

As you both turn back to the window, Nekozawa has collapsed before Kirimi, who stares blankly at his crumpled body on the ground.

Crickets might as well be chirping, glass falling from the window with a tink! in the silence.

"Well, that's unfortunate..." You grimace.

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Several Days Later...

In a sudden motion, Nekozawa opens the door to the club room, peeking inside along with Beelzenef and grabbing everyone's attention.

He's back to his black cloak, dark wig, and dark ways of life after the whole ordeal. Honestly, you consider him like a vampire in your mind.

After a moment of awkward silence, he slips from the door and disappears back into the darkness.

"Nekozawa-Senpai..." Tamaki acknowledges dejectedly.

"He probably got more sun than he ever will again in that one day." Hikaru and Kaoru slide into frame.

"That may be true, but he immediately went running for the darkness again." Honey sighs disappointedly.

"Yeah, we should have known. What a waste. He's back to wearing all those black clothes again." Kaoru shrugs.

"Now now, Kaoru... let's not be hasty." You cross your arms with a knowing simper.

"Even so... I have just the slightest feeling that everything will work out just fine." You shrug nonchalantly.

Kyoya raises a brow, "Oh? And what makes you say that?"

"Did you see the look on Kirimi's face? I don't think she's ever going to forget seeing her big brother for the first time." You smile.

"You were surprisingly maternal with her. What was that about?" Kyoya inquires curiously.

You blush ever so slightly, "Oh, nothing, really. Kirimi was just so adorable, I couldn't resist." You tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

"Even so, it looked incredibly natural," Kyoya smirks knowingly.

"Dunno. Just something about giving someone what I never had..."

Now I know that if a monster ever appears, I'll be just fine! I have a princely big brother who will fight to protect me. Even if it means dashing out into the sunlight, the one thing he fears most of all.

🎵I run and run a thousand miles, and I am barely breathing. Only the fuel of a passionate heart keeps this body strong and moving forward.

Could it be I found a place to rest? How far until I'm OK?

Trees of the town reveal the time has come once again to shift our shade and colors. 🎵

🎵The world always changes around us but weakness will always remain;

Through all the pain, believe in who we are right here and now! 🎵

🎵Raise one hand to the sky; raise them both lift them high!!

And you'll cut through the darkness make it go!

The time to start is now! And I can show you how.

Start with me, and the world will be even bigger than ever before. 🎵

♡Next time, on Indeed...♡

When Honey gets a cavity and the host club bans sweets, it doesn't bode so well for any of you... although, Kyoya doesn't seem too upset.

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'Cause every time we touch I feel this static

Summary: This wasn’t at all how Kiara pictured her first dirt bike lesson turning out.

Pairing: JJ Maybank/Kiara Carrera

Words: 3.4k

Read on: AO3

AN: My third Jiara fic - yay!  For the first time ever I actually found inspiration from a randomly generated prompt. The prompt was "Princess Carry" and once again I’ve turned a simple premise into something that’s probably much longer than it needed to be lol. 

Enjoy!

“This is all your fault,” Kiara accused as she slowly limped forward through the dirt towards the Chateau.

“How is this my fault?” JJ demanded from her right side, helping the girl along despite Kiara’s initial protesting. “You’re the one who wanted to learn to ride!”

“What do you think I meant when I said ‘the bike is falling’?!”

“I didn’t think I’d have to explain to you the purpose of a kickstand, Kie.”

Kiara bit back another snarky remark by pressing her lips tightly together and releasing all that negative energy out into the mother of all eye rolls.

This wasn’t at all how Kiara pictured her first dirt bike lesson turning out.

It all started a few days ago at the Boneyard; another wild party, another night of teenage debauchery. On that particular night JJ had road in on his bike to show off to the pretty Touron girls and offer rides to those who were interested. By that point Kiara was already well past her limit in alcohol consumption, and it was only in her inebriated state that she could admit to herself that JJ looked pretty fantastic up on that dirt bike; brazenly confident in his abilities and skill while putting on a show for a captivated audience.

Kiara started to think that she wouldn’t mind emulating some of that bravado for herself, so when she asked JJ a few days later in the hammock with a shared joint between her lips if he’d be willing to teach her how to drive it, it was an impulsive request fuelled by that thrilling thought that had stuck with her since that night at the party.

JJ had emphatically agreed, of course, and his wild enthusiasm only bolstered Kiara’s expectations. So when the two of them headed out the next morning on the property behind the Chateau, Kiara had high hopes for learning a new skill of her own.

JJ turned out to be a pretty good teacher. He made his instructions clear and easy to follow, was patient with her questions, and offered heaps of praise for the smallest of accomplishments while somehow managing not to come off as patronizing. He even jogged along beside her just in case when Kiara started giving it a little more gas and was able to steer herself forward in a semi-straight line.

Once she got the basics of it down Kiara started having fun, and if the grin and excited hooping and hollering from JJ when she took off (albeit slowly) on her own for the first time was any indication, he was having just as good a time as she was, which only made her stupid injury all the more disheartening.

The whole incident happened so quickly that Kiara only had time to call out what was happening before it was already too late for her to correct it. One second she was climbing off the bike with the proudest smile on her face—feeling like a total badass—and the next the bike was tipping towards her, forcing her to the ground, and landing directly on her left leg. 

Kiara cried out as the weight of the bike pinned her down and pain immediately shot through her foot. JJ, who had been standing a ways back to observe her progress, rushed over in concern and quickly lifted the bike off her, but the damage had already been done.

Now they were here, with Kiara’s arm wrapped around JJ’s shoulder and his around her waist; the two of them sniping at and blaming each other as they tried (and failed) to sync up their steps so they could walk together, while the now offending dirt bike was left abandoned somewhere behind them. Even with JJ supporting most of her weight Kiara could feel the painful ache in her left ankle grow in intensity with every uncoordinated step they took together towards their destination.

So much for having fun.

“This is just great, JJ. You know I have a shift at The Wreck tomorrow. What am I going to do now that you've crippled me?”

“Being a little dramatic aren’t we?” JJ spoke in a dry tone.

“No,” she snapped at him.

Yes.

It wasn’t like the pain was unbearable, but Kiara didn’t mind exaggerating a bit in order to inflict a sense of guilt—no matter how ineffective her methods appeared to be.

“You’re the worst,” Kiara groused, the scowl on her face having replaced any traces of joy this little endeavour had previously brought her.

“You were like 20ft away from me!” JJ cried out in his defence. “Sorry I left my teleportation device at home!”

“Ow! Not so fast!” Kiara complained as an unfortunate rock placement bumped her foot and set her ankle throbbing beneath her sock.

JJ made a disgruntled noise in the back of his throat but dutifully slowed down his pace to avoid further injury. Cranky and in pain, Kiara knew she was just looking for someone else to blame for her thoughtless mistake. Yeah, JJ probably shouldn’t have left her side at all, but Kiara had also gotten cocky with it, and if JJ’s only crime was having too much faith in her, well… then blaming him for the accident really wasn’t fair. She was just embarrassed, and it was easier for her to get angry about it than admit she had failed in such an epically humiliating way.

Kiara continued frowning hard at the ground, feeling disappointed in herself and utterly defeated. “You’re the worst…” she grumbled petulantly once again, and something about her delivery must have been humorous because she ends up surprising a soft burst of laughter out of JJ. Feeling an incessant tug at the corner of her mouth, Kiara turned her head away from the now smirking blond and bit down on her bottom lip in defiance.

It wasn’t funny.

When the two of them finally managed to stagger their way over to the front porch of the Chateau they both seemed to realize their next obstacle at the same exact moment. JJ readjusted his hand on her side as they swayed to an uneasy stop; his long fingers pressing against the bare skin where her crop top failed to cover, just below her ribcage, became more of a distraction now that they weren’t moving than Kiara cared to admit.

“Can you make it up the stairs?” he asked her, and the brunette found the doubt laced within his question more insulting than anything. 

That was all it took to awaken Kiara’s competitive side, and as she turned her head to stare at his profile she only briefly considered how close their faces were before provoking him with his own words. “Can you make it up the stairs?” she shot back with a single brow raised on her forehead, challenging him to call her will into question again.

JJ closed his eyes and breathed heavily out through his nose in that long-suffering kind of way as he—in an incredible act of restraint—refused to take the bait. It was almost disappointing.

Kiara was getting ready to mentally prepare herself to hop up each step on one foot when suddenly without a word of warning, JJ bent down and scooped her up into his arms. Kiara managed to stifle her yip of surprise as she instinctually wrapped her arms around his neck and held on as JJ supported her under the knees and around her back, like she was a goddamn princess being carried off to the royal ball—and JJ of all people was her “Prince Charming”.

Kiara might have laughed at the ridiculous thought if she wasn’t suddenly feeling so small and shy between his arms. Piggybacks were one thing. Getting playfully tossed over a shoulder was another. But this was an entirely different experience. Intimate, Kiara’s brain provided unhelpfully.

JJ climbed each step with ease as if she weighed nothing at all, and a heat flushed out over Kiara's cheeks as her eyes wandered until they found a point of interest to stare at where the worn out elastic of JJ’s shirt dipped down his neck just low enough to catch a glimpse of his collar bone. When they reached the screen door it was Kiara who had to snap herself out of it as she quickly reached out to open the door for him out of fear of potentially being dropped. JJ used his booted foot to kick it open the rest of the way and walked them through the threshold sideways.

“I swear to god if you make one new bride joke…” Kiara warned him darkly as JJ carried her across the porch over to their designated hangout area.

JJ’s lips twitched into a poorly concealed smirk as he gently lowered her down onto the couch, careful not to disturb her injured foot. “That doesn’t sound like me,” he responded cheekily, absorbing Kiara’s playful swat to his arm with a familiar ease.

When Kiara leaned down to inspect the damage by rolling her sock down she wasn’t all that surprised to see her bronzed skin starting to purple and swell. She’d be lucky if she got away with just a nasty bruise in the coming days. “Hang on.” She heard JJ say, and when Kiara looked up again to find him he was already heading inside the Chateau without her, effectively abandoning her in her time of need.

Not very "princely" of him if you asked Kiara.

 “Not like I can go anywhere,” the girl mumbled to herself before begrudgingly reaching down to untie her shoe and gingerly slip it off her foot along with her sock, wincing at every bump against her tender skin.

Well, at least her deep blue painted toenails would eventually match her developing bruise, Kiara thought with a morbid sense of humour. She could hear words being exchanged inside between JJ and John B who had passed out on the pull-out last night and had been dead asleep ever since, but she didn’t care enough to make out exactly what they were saying. She jumped, however, when what must have been John B banged on the wall behind her with the palm of his hand.

“You good, Kie?” She heard a disembodied voice call out hoarsely, still sounding half-unconscious.

“No!” Kiara shouted back at him through the screen window, and John B’s hand lazily popping into view in a thumbs up greeted her on the other side.

“Thas's nice,” John B’s words slurred before his hand dropped back down heavily onto the mattress, and Kiara was left to assume he went back to sleep.

My heroes, she thought sarcastically.

Just then JJ came back outside holding what looked like some kind of food packaging in his hands. “This is all I could find,” he told her as he bent down on one knee in front of her and held the package up between them so she could get a better look. Kiara saw that it was an old bag of frozen tater tots that had somehow managed to escape the insatiable appetite of three hungry teenage boys.

“It’ll do,” Kiara acknowledged, and when JJ looked down pointedly then looked back to her with an eyebrow raised in a silent question, Kiara gave her permission in the form of a nod.

With a seriousness that Kiara rarely saw on display in all their years of friendship, JJ delicately lifted her bare foot off the ground and leaned in to inspect the damage. Despite the rough callouses on his hands and the over all boorish approach JJ typically chose to bulldoze his way through life, he was pleasantly gentle while caring for her, almost tender in a way Kiara hadn’t been expecting. When the rough pad of JJ’s thumb lightly brushed over her ankle bone Kiara felt a shiver tingle up her leg that had nothing to do with her current discomfort.

Why she maybe sorta liked the feeling of his big, warm hands deliberately tracing across her skin was something Kiara preferred not to think too critically about. It was probably just the lingering adrenaline that was making her extra sensitive to his touch right now, and absolutely nothing else.

“Probably just a sprain,” JJ thought aloud, his voice soft and optimistic. “You’ll be back on your feet in no time.”

JJ lifted the freezer burned bag, and when he felt the muscles in Kiara’s leg tense in the anticipation of more pain, he took extra care when placing it down over her foot. Once he had it settled in a comfortable position and he heard no complaints from Kiara, the blond appeared fully dedicated to remaining in that same half-crouched position holding the bag in place for her.

Kiara doesn’t really know how to react to this, and as the silence drags on things start to feel a bit awkward between them. Neither one of them seem to know where to look. 

Kiara can’t decide if having JJ kneeling at her feet makes her feel powerful or nervous. When a flash of sky blue discreetly peaked up at her, accidentally catching her eye-line then darting away just as fast, Kiara knows it’s definitely the latter.

Just when she had worked up the nerve to tell him that he didn’t have to baby her like this (even if she didn’t exactly hate the attention) JJ interrupted the weirdly charged moment by quickly clearing his throat. There was an uncomfortable look on his face as his body shifted and his shoulders rolled to relieve the tension before he began to speak.

“For the record I do feel like shit ‘bout you getting hurt,” JJ admitted, and based on his actions following her injury Kiara was inclined to believe him. Then, of course, because he couldn’t help himself, he just had to open his big mouth again. “Even though there was absolutely nothing I could’a done to prevent it and it was 100% entirely your own fault—" Kiara actually smirked that time; she couldn’t help it. He was a menace, but he was her menace.

“I’m still sorry it happened on my watch,” JJ finished regretfully, and for a moment a very dark look clouded his features as his grip ever so slightly tightened around the packaging. Kiara might not have even noticed if it wasn’t for the crinkling sound of the bag.

Instead of hiding from her like before, this time JJ made sure to look Kiara straight in the eye and hold her gaze without flinching as he vowed to her, “I won’t let it happen again.”

JJ’s promise felt much heavier and broader in scope than just regarding any future dirt bike related injuries. There was something so poignant and fiercely protective behind those words that it made Kiara’s heart stutter helplessly in her chest. The moment couldn’t have lasted for more than a few seconds—long enough for Kiara to utter a carefully reserved “You’re forgiven” in response—but it felt like an eternity that she was locked in that devastatingly earnest stare of his.

“And I’ll help cover your shift tomorrow if you want,” JJ added, almost laughably casual in contrast.

Kiara blinked her surprise. "Seriously?"

It wouldn’t be the first time one of the boys helped her buss tables or run out orders when the restaurant was swamped, particularly in those first few early weeks of summer, but it would be the first time that JJ willingly offered his services without Kiara having to “volunteer” him herself. He was being notably sweet to her, and even if it was just a sucking up tactic so she didn’t hold any ill feelings towards him later, Kiara was happy to accept the bribe and the company.

There was never a dull moment when JJ was around.

She nodded agreeably. "Deal."

It was only then that Kiara noticed JJ’s other hand—the one that was previously supporting her heel—had somehow made its way up the back of her shin while they were talking. JJ didn't make any crude jokes about copping a feel so Kiara knew the move was entirely subconscious on his part and held no hidden agenda besides a person innocently supporting a friend while tending to their wound.

Obviously there was nothing inherently erotic about the act, but it was the context of their conversation leading up to it that made his touch feel more sensuous. The tips of JJ's fingers were ticklish on the back of her knee, and it felt new and exciting, like at any moment JJ’s hand could start trailing up the back of her thigh and Kiara would let it happen.

This time she couldn’t blame her body’s reactions to him on the adrenaline. This was something else. Something zinging with a bittersweet familiarity. The very something that pushed Kiara to create the 'No Pogue on Pogue making rule' in the first place.

Something dangerous.

And for a split second Kiara catches JJ’s eyes flicking down to her lips and she thinks that maybe JJ feels it too—this electric current pulling them in, beckoning them, then popping and sparking in warning when the temptation started to outweigh all rationality. All at once JJ was far too close to her and yet somehow still not close enough.

Uh oh.

Kiara really wanted to kiss him.

Even with one of their best friends sleeping within ear shot and a busted up ankle as bruised as her ego, all Kiara wanted to do was kiss this fool stupid. Well, stupider.

Something would eventually have to give way and break the tension, but it wasn’t the give Kiara was expecting. Anticipating? Hoping for?

JJ’s lips suddenly curve into a strangely bitter smile, and he ducks his head as he exhales a short, critical sounding laugh, while his blond hair falls over his forehead and covers his face from her view. And just like that it was over.

Moment gone.

Spell broken.

Saved by the dimples, Kiara thinks a little deliriously. Was JJ mocking her for maybe being not-so-subtle with her pining expressions? Or was it something else entirely? It didn’t feel like his reaction was aimed at her.

Whether he was ignoring the little moment the two of them just shared, or was genuinely just oblivious to it all together, without notice JJ moved Kiara’s leg so he could rest her foot carefully down on the nearby coffee table instead of holding it. "I should probably go check on my bike," he muttered while running a hand through his hair in that purposeful way he would sometimes do to release pent up energy after not moving for awhile.

JJ jumped back onto his feet and purposefully left a significant amount of space between them that thankfully allowed Kiara to breathe normally again. Still, the prickly sensation of loss on her skin after JJ let her go was hard to ignore.

As JJ stood there slapping his hands against his thighs and shifting from foot to foot, looking as if he was fighting with the parts of himself that wanted to say something more but also wanted to escape, Kiara couldn't tell if that "something" between them really meant anything at all. But things were good just the way they were, and she didn't want to screw that up.

They were best friends. That was enough for Kiara.

A sly grin began to split across the girl's face as an idea popped into her head. Kiara pointed down at the frozen food bag still on her foot. "You know, I think some ankle tots might help to jump-start the healing process,” she mused aloud while impishly looking up at him through her lashes.

It only took a few seconds for JJ to figure out what game she was trying to play, and when he realized where she was going with it her obvious delight became infectious. The blond found himself beaming back at her, any weirdness from before evaporating in an instant as they fell back into their easy back and forth.

“Ankle tots huh?” Kiara nods, unable to contain her satisfaction as JJ readily plays along with her. “Let me guess. My treat?” he asks, sounding not at all bummed to be stuck with such a task.

“Punishment fits the crime,” Kiara says.

She knew for a fact that half of them would end up burnt beyond consumption, and she also knew this probably wouldn't be the last time that JJ tried to get her back on his death trap of a bike. But as the blond bent down at the waist and flailed his arms out in a dramatic, over-the-top bow, Kiara knew she really wouldn't mind either of those things all that much.

“Your wish is my command.”