#( that would like to play list is a bit too long HAh )

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Not so Long Distance — Idia Shroud x gn! reader

summery: with the seconds ticking down, everyone has a certain amount of time before they meet their soulmate, you just hope yours is your online crush.

tw: awkward encounters, reader isn't Yuu.

a/n: I'm in my Idia phase, help. Also, my first soulmate fic I'm proud of.

wc: 2.6k

Master List

The countdown on your wrist that had once been a beacon of hope and excitement slowly turned into one of doom. The idea of meeting your soulmate was terrifying yet exciting. Meeting someone that you fit perfectly with was mystifying, and the underlying fear of rejection scared you, but overall you would accept your soulmates wishes. But now? Something you never even thought of happened. 

You’re falling for someone you met online, but your timer is still ticking. 

With the internet still being new, and research into how it could affect the soulmate mark is still going on, you’re not sure if you should lose hope yet. For all you knew, the mark didn’t register when two people meet from separate distances…but you felt like you were coping with that explanation. You had met him online months ago, and every bad joke or insult towards a shitty player made you laugh, everytime he laughed at your bad jokes your stomach fluttered. It was embarrassing in a sense, you were falling for someone you hadn’t even seen yet. What if he was tricking you and he was some old man? But you doubted it, he sounded young and the way he talked was even outdoing modern slang. In fact, you even brought up this train of thought one day while you were on a call playing separate games. 

“Y’know, for all I know you’re some fifty year old guy,” You said in a joking tone, farming your crops in game.

“Hah?” Gloomuri, or Gloom as you’ve dubbed him, let out a noise of confusion. “Are you really that dumb?” 

“What’s that supposed to mean!” You huffed, accidentally hitting a plant that still needed to grow mature causing you a slight profit loss on your farm. “I just mean that I’ve never seen your face. Even though I know you, if I saw you on the street I’d never realize.”

The call fell silent for a few seconds, but to you it felt like minutes. You were propositioning something that felt like crossing a small boundary that was set. A video call. Something you were nervous about as well since that meant showing your own face. But IGloom had snuck his way into becoming one of your top, if not closest friend over the past few months. He’d drone on about some game drama you had almost no idea about, while he’d listen to your ‘normie’ drama (as he dubbed it) about school or friends. Although you’d say the best moments were when you’d both geek out over games or anime together, fighting on who the best character is and what your favorite part was. 

“Y-you wanna do a…video call?” Gloom hesitantly asked, you could hear the nerves in his tone which caused you to backtrack.

“We don’t have to if you don’t wanna, I’m not trying to pressure you,” You assured. “I’m just a bit curious. 

A few more seconds passed before he spoke up, voice even shakier than before, “Y-you’d show your f-face too…right?”

You fidgeted with your computer mouse, his nerves starting to get to you, “It’s only fair I suppose…” When you clicked on the call, unsure where this was going, you were surprised to see his camera on, but covered. “Wait, you mean right now?” You asked. 

“D-did you not mean right now?” He replied back, his voice an octave higher. 

“I-I just don’t…I’m not the most presentable,” You muttered back, looking at your reflection in the black of your phone screen. You pushed some of your hair back into place, fixing the collar of your sweater. Oh gosh, you were going to finally see what your crush looks like! 

“I don’t either,” Gloom mumbled, continuing to mumble something under his breath that you couldn’t make out. “N-never mind, never doing this-”

“W-wait!” You called out, turning your camera on as soon as you were out of sight. “I’ll do it, just don’t judge me too hard, okay?” Another few seconds before he meekly replied a small ‘ok’. “On the count of three. One…two…three.” 

Just like that, your breath got taken away. On the other side of the camera was a pale guy with blue flaming hair and…wait a minute…didn’t someone exactly like him go to your campus? You blinked at him with wide eyes, snapping out of your daze when he shied away from your gaze.

“Do I know you?” You asked dumbly, snapping Gloom out of his own daze. It was his turn to blink at you before he tilted his head. 

If he moved his hand away from the bottom of his face you’d notice a sharp smirk overtake his handsome features, “I’d hope so, we’ve been talking for how long?”

“That’s not what I meant,” You huffed once more that night. “You look like a guy that goes to my campus.”

“Really?” Gloom asked, unbelievably skeptical. “‘Cus not many people have blue flaming hair.”

You rolled your eyes, glad that convo was back to your playful banter, “I’ve never actually seen him. Only heard about him once from my irl friends. And yes, he was described as having fiery hair.”

“...Where do you go to school?” He asked, suddenly serious.

You gave him a skeptical look, “And why should I give you my current location? So you can stalk me?”

“I could find out in one click if I wanted,” He shrugged, amber eyes showing he was completely serious. 

“Thanks for not doxxing me I guess…” You grumbled, a bit put off. “I go to Night Raven College.” The silence was loud after that revolution before he broke it.

“I guess you do know me irl.”

That call had changed something in your friendship. The space between y’all had seemed to get smaller as you both grew more comfortable with one another, nearly having calls everyday. Now that you knew what eachother looked like, you’d have some video calls sprinkled in, and your raging crush seemed to only grow stronger. Now you had a pretty face to put to his lovely deep voice, and you wanted to strangle him for how attractive he was.

You now found yourself counting down the days till school started, and as you looked down at that damned timer on your wrist you found yourself hopeful again. You had fifteen days till school, and your soulmate timer was down to twenty days. You had been barely getting any sleep due to that, hoping that once you met Gloomuri, who you’ve come to know as Idia, the timer would hit zero. You both just clicked so well in a way you’ve never felt before, you just hoped he had the same numbers lining his own wrist. 

…

With how excited you were with meeting Idia, you found yourself getting quickly overwhelmed with school work. The professors didn’t hold back when it came to work, and contact between you and Idia had devolved from video calls into texts. It wasn’t until you woke up the first Saturday of the school year, looked down at your wrist and noticing the time had changed from days to hours. You nearly had a heart attack seeing it, all your anxiety mashing together at one moment. What if you just stayed in your dorm all day? But then that would mean your soulmate was someone in your dorm. But if you went out there was a high chance it wasn’t Idia. 

Before the dilemma could get to your head too much, your roommate asked if you wanted to tag along with them to Sam’s shop. Wanting to clear your mind a bit, you agreed, hoping to just ignore your problem instead of overthinking. You both ended up talking about classes, what you predicted you’d struggle in and do okay, who was in your classes and such. 

You had to hold yourself back from buying something, though you do have to give Sam props for having almost everything you could think of. All was good once more…until someone with a head of fiery blue hair walked in. It wasn’t Idia though, no, but someone who looked eerily similar if not quite a bit younger. Your friend noticed your attention left them, falling onto the young technomatic humanoid and decided to speak up.

“Hey Ortho,” They greeted him with a smile. “How’s it going?”

“Hello!” He replied back quickly, “My morning is going well. How about you?”

“It’s been good,” They smiled. “This is my friend.” They introduced you, saying your name. To your surprise Ortho lit up, seemingly recognizing your name. 

“Really?” He asked. You hummed while nodding in agreement, heart skipping a beat. Peaking at your wrist you noticed the time was cut down to minutes. Was this it? Was Idia actually your soulmate? Your hope was reignited tenfold.

“My brother talks about you all the time!” Ortho exclaimed excitedly.

“Wait, you know Idia?” Your friend asks, astonished. “The shut-in who uses a tablet to attend class?”

“M-maybe,” You murmured bashfully, crossing your arms as a nervous habit.

“Are you free after this?” Ortho asked, nearly jumping up and down.

“Yeah,” Your friend spoke up before you could. “We just finished actually.”

“That’s great!” Ortho exclaimed, his eyes shining. You were sure if he didn’t have the bottom half of his face covered he’d be smiling widely. “You should come over to Ignihyde, I’m sure Idia would love it if you came to visit.”

“Okay.” 

It was out before you knew it, and like a whirlwind, you were suddenly swept to the front door of Idia’s dorm room, his little brother by your side. Before you could lift your hand up to knock, the door automatically slid open after Ortho’s face was scanned. You knew Ignihyde was known for its technical prowess…but this seemed like overkill. You stood outside awkwardly, unsure if you were allowed to step in yet, but you weren’t left to flounder for long as Ortho pulled you in by your hand. You glanced once more at your wrist and you nearly burst into tears. Only a few seconds left. A few seconds left until Idia was your confirmed soulmate and you suddenly didn’t feel as excited. Fear grasped your heart, unsure if he would be willing to be tied to you for the rest of your lives. You didn’t have much time to think of every terrible scenario as you faced the guy you had been fawning over. 

As Idia turned to greet Ortho (and grab some snacks), he found himself having a heart attack when he saw your face. He knew you both went to the same school, but he wasn’t prepared to see you face to face…not irl at least. He barely comprehended Ortho’s rambling, too busy trying to hide his visage from your sight. He wasn’t prepared for someone to visit, not to mention you. Everywhere he looked he saw a different mess that would surely disappoint you, dirty clothes that scattered the floor, empty ramen cups that lined his desk, and empty cans of energy drinks that filled his trash can…yeah not the best first impression. 

You, on the other hand, anxiously straighten your shirt while trying to not seem like you cared about your appearance too much. You were the first one to speak up after Ortho took his leave (seemingly ignorant of the tense atmosphere). 

“Hey,” You greeted, an awkward smile on your lips. Instead of replying, Idia merely gave a weak whimper as he pulled his hood as far as it would go over his head. “I-I’m sorry, Ortho invited me, and I have been wanting to meet you in person, I hope I’m not overstepping too much…” Then, he let out a sudden shriek, causing you to nearly fall over from how loud it was.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, scared he might’ve hurt himself somehow. 

“Th-the…y-your…I’m in a dream, this has to be. There’s no way this is real,” He muttered, holding his face in some sort of desperation. 

“Not a bad dream I hope…” You chuckled awkwardly, not sure what was going on. Not the cute meeting with your soulmate like you wished, you just hoped this wasn’t him violently rejecting you. Instead of replying, he let out another whimper, and you felt like you’re intruding in something you shouldn’t be. Your awkwardness meter being at its max, you decided you should take your exit and hope he calms down soon so you both can talk the situation out. 

“I’ll just…it was nice seeing you,” You stumbled over your words a bit. “I’ll let you uh…I’ll leave you to it…”

“W-wait!” Idia jolts up, eyes erratic. “You…w-we’re…” “Soulmates?” You supplemented. 

“Y-yeah…how are you so calm about it?”

“Would…would it be weird if I said I was hoping for you to be my soulmate?” You asked in a whisper, eyes darting around his room instead of meeting his own. Not like he’d be able to make eye contact with you either. 

Idia let out a squeak at your reply, his heart beating erratically. He found you too good to be true. You both liked similar games and anime, and when you didn’t play the same game you’d both play your own game while being on call. He found himself looking forward to your calls, something he would have never thought possible (he avoids calls like the plague). He found himself looking forward to something for once, finding solace in something that wasn’t fictional for once, and he wasn’t sure how to feel about that. It was scary, but manageable when you were just pixels like everything else he loved (Ortho wasn’t technically pixels, but he wasn’t human (anymore) either). But now you were face to face in person, and you were so much more attractive when he could see you fully, and gosh he’s not sure how much more he could handle this. Especially not with such bold remarks like that. 

Idia never really cared about soulmates. If anything, he loathed the ink that marked his skin. Wished for the digits to just go away. His entire life was a curse, so cursed that he was forced to drag someone down with him. He didn’t deserve it, and no one else deserved his fate. And now, seeing you, a person outside of his family that he managed to grow close to…he felt conflicted. He too was happy you were his soulmate. You were so sweet, but not overly so. Not afraid to snap back at him with your quick wit. His heart would skip a beat when he heard the smile in your voice, or when you’d laugh at his lame joke. He would dream of a future with you when he closed his eyes, allowing him to envision a life with you and Ortho, living happily somewhere like normal people would. He was also guilty, you didn’t deserve a secluded life away from others.

“Yes,” He ended up answering. “That’s like…super weird.”

“Oh,” You felt disheartened. This was totally a rejection. 

“You shouldn’t like me,” Idia continued. “Someone like me doesn’t get that ending…”

“Hmm,” You hummed, an idea forming in your mind. Perhaps you just needed to speak his language. “I guess you got the secret good ending then.”

“B-but-”

“No buts,” You tutted. “Now, last time we talked you mentioned that game, why don’t we play it?”

It’ll take a lot of time for Idia to fully warm up to the idea of having a soulmate, truly. Not just some numbers, but an actual person who smiled at him so warmly, like he was worth something. It’ll take even more time for him to warm up to you, your love, your affection…but he found something small burning within him. Like a small spark being lit deep in his heart…hope. Hope for the future, something he’s never felt before.

[tmntxthings]

Could we please have some head cannons with the rise boys reactions to their best friend/crush laughing and giggling on the phone like a maniac?

Who would be the most jealous and how would they go about it?

Also, i love your work sm. 💜💜💜💜

Jealous Headcanons

author’s note: thank you, hope you enjoy this one as well, sorry for the wait c:

warnings: none to note, unedited

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Mikey wouldn’t be jealous, though he’d definitely get nosy and ask, “What’s so funny angel??” He’d have a grin on his face just from your laughter. Because duh even if it’s not due to his jokes he likes to see you happy! Dare I even say he would be the least jealous of all his brothers? I think Mikey would instantly be trying to befriend all of your friends just so everyone could hang out together! Though if you ignore his question and just keep on laughing he may get a little butt-hurt. Expect him to start getting closer, and closer to wherever you’re lounging. His eyes twitching with a bit of mania in his grin now, “C’monnn I wanna know too!!” If you’re still keeping quiet and ignoring him then maybe you should get ready for him to jump you completely. In your lap, wanting recognition, “Hellooo I know you hear me!!! Is this a prank?? Am I being recorded???”

Raph is honestly just happy you’re here. The worst you can do to this turtle is be gone too long from his side. Remember he isn’t too keen on being alone. I think he would be like Mikey in that your laughter is infectious and he’d probably be grinning to himself despite not knowing why you’re even laughing. If the phone call goes on forever though he may get a little jealous that you’re here with him yet not really paying much attention. He’ll go grab one of his stuffed teddies for comfort. All the while giving you looks of longing. His snaggle-tooth digging into his lower lip because he doesn’t really want to interrupt your call. But his body language is begging the person on the other end of the call to hang up already!!

Donnie would play off his jealousy with annoyance. You were over in his lab and the incessant giggles were becoming a distraction. He’d huff and throw glares your way, trying to catch your gaze so you would maybe feel a tad guilty for being so obnoxious in his presence! Who was making you laugh so hard anyway?? And he thought he was the funny one! He’d start grumbling and mumbling to himself that maybe you should just go over to this person’s cool lab and listen to all their jokes in person! He’d sulk once you were off the phone, completely denying any form of the word jealousy. “Jealous?! Hah! That’s preposterous does he have a fully decked out turtle tank? Or a genius-built lab? OR-“ the list would go on and on until you sedated him with cuddles and compliments.

Leo would be the most jealous. Why? Because he thinks he’s funnier. Plain and simple. Laughing at even his brothers makes him twinge with a bit of jealousy. So you can just imagine his heated stare from above his Jupiter Jim comic when you answer a phone call from “just a friend” and its been over ten minutes with nonstop laughter. He loves his comics but this one may be a bit crinkled due to his own strength getting the best of him. When your phone call is over he doesn’t know whether to ignore you purposely out of spite, or try to get you to laugh even harder at his own jokes to rebuild his pride. If you told him whatever joke had made you laugh so hard, he’d deny it was funny at all. “That’s funny to you??” He’d sneer. “If you say so!” Leo is p-e- to the t-t-y!

[dreamingroleplayer]

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SNEEZE ROLEPLAY AHEAD [M4F]

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Do you like intriguing character dynamics?

Do you like sneezing?

Even better, do you like sneezy men with sensitive noses who progressively end up losing more and more of their composure with each hitched breath and sniffle?

Do you like being the reason (voluntarily or not) of such allergic fits?

If so, you're in luck!

I'm once again in search for a partner with which to play a snz roleplay with, and this time with a little more experience up my sleeve~!

It could either be based on a fandom or with original characters, though I personally have a reference for the latter, but be it what it is, I ADORE detail and thought put behind the story, so if you too are a nerd for storytelling and chemistry between the characters, I'm sure we'll get along just fine ^^

Now onto the snz stuff... Honestly, there are so many options I have the embarrassment of choice, but I think that starting with the general themes could be a good idea.

What I'm absolutely sure is that I enjoy being the person that gets induced to sneeze. Wether that has to do with the fact I also normally play sub roles might be related... So, if you're looking for someone to ruin his sinuses as well as his dignity, look no further~

And as for the methods of sneezing, a quick essential list could look something like this, you could call them my kinks:

- Perfumes

- Hair

- Flowers

- Smoke

- Feathers/fur

- Sneezing dusts

Of course, every (and I mean EVERY) combination of those is very well accepted, but of the dynamic is just as important! For me, the only important thing is having the other character directly being the source of my character's sneezes, and from there it can be either done subtly but with a teasing fake innocence, genuinely without a clue that her actions cause him to sneeze, or even openly torturing him with sneezy inductions and challenging him to resist! Your imagination is the only limit~

As a last thing, here are a couple of wonderful scenarios I found for some inspiration ;)

- "Don’t worry, I’m just getting started,” Character A (yours) said with a grin as she revealed the feather. B (my character) shivered with anticipation. A laughed. “I think we should give it a bit more of a test before going all out. We have plenty of time for that, don’t worry.” Twirling the feather in front of his nose teasingly, she inched it closer at a torturously slow pace. “Oh come on, you know I don’t have that much patience, ple-ih,” he hitched suddenly as A finally let the feather lightly graze the tip of his nose. “Patience or not, we both know the build up is the best part,” She teased, twirling the feather unexpectedly against his nostrils. "Heh eh hiiiiiih , Oh that tickles so muh-much,” He sniffed, pulling some of the small feather fibers a tiny bit inside his nostrils and dramatically increasing the itch.  "Heh eh ehhhh..." He groaned, the tickle backing off just enough that she couldn’t sneeze as She pulled the feather back. “Aw, that means it’s doing its job. It’s making your nose extra sensitive~" She murmured teasingly. “Here, I have another idea.” She pulled B’s head toward her, guiding him to nuzzle into her neck. “Mmmh... that’s n-nice...” He said dazed as he snuggled closer, closing his eyes just like A was hoping he would. Suddenly, he felt the ends of A’s hair starting to trace teasingly around his nostrils just like the feather had. Caught by surprise and still tickly from before, B couldn’t hold back. "Hitchiew! Hetchiew! Heh eh eh hetchiew! Hitchiew! Hitchiew! O-oh God, that was so much stronger than... Be-before... Wha- hah hatchiew!”

- Character A has long, silky hair woven with fragrant (and pollen-loaded) flowers, and is sat right besides character B . Every toss of her locks would make them inevitably fall over B's face and nose, tickling him mercilessly with the strands and dousing his senses with the heady, irritating aroma, his nose and sinuses burning, eyes teary. She could be either genuinely or fakely surprised by B's allergy, gasping and saying out loud "Doesn't anyone have a handkerchief? Look at my poor sneezy colleague" here she begins to look around, and every sharp movement of her head fills the air with pollen from the flower in her hair and only amping up B's torment ^^

- A and B are running late for an important formal event, both rushing getting ready. Suddenly, A quickly spray herself with some perfume while the poor A passes right besides her, getting caught in the crossfire and accidently breathing all that flowery aroma. Quiet hitches began to be hear, he knows he cant afford sneezing right know after getting all ready however his nose thinks otherwise. Twitching and quivering, he ends up sneezing repeatedly ruining his outfit completely

- B's steps echoed through the forest, each one causing the veil of dried twigs and leaves to crackle under his feet. It were hours, or maybe even days that he was wandering aimlessly in those woods in search for the ancient artifact, but until then it seemed like all he did was walking in circles. The tediousness of his task was almost driving him crazy, and he was constantly on the verge of giving up for good, but for better or for worse his determination dictated him to continue. And then it happened. At first, it seemed almost like a mirage, likely given how thoroughly exhausted he was, but upon closer inspection the figure (A) he saw moving amidst the foliage became more and more definite. From occasional glimpses of white and purple, he could then make out the outline of a body, a feminine one, and its erratic movements less and less dictated by chaos... It was a dance, performed by what would have been a normal woman hadn't it been for a pair of pointy ears and a long, luxurious white tail that flowed behind her and bounded with every step she took. Awestruck, he walked closer without even considering what to say, such was his curiosity, but be it for distraction or a deliberate choice, once he was just a couple of feet from her, she suddenly twirled, making her fluffy tail swipe right across his face like a gentle caress. Upon impact, a cloud of shimmering specks of some kind of dust wafted from it, and the combined effects of its tickly fur and flower-like fragrance made his eyes flutter, and his nose start to twitch. From there, a tingling sensation spread across his body

⚠️ Last thing to add is that I don't paritucularly enjoy the mess aspect of it (mucus, saliva, bodily fluids), but apart from that, I'm eager to hear you people's wonderful ideas!

What else to say? If this sounds like what you're looking for, and you're eager to irritate those red nostrils, don't hesitate to hit me up~✨

[hooter-n-company]

What are your OCs senses of humor like? If a potential prey was able to make them laugh will they delay or not eat them?

I guess it depends on whether they are already familiar with/on good terms with the prey, or if they are complete strangers. Obviously the first option gives you more of a chance. XD

I'll take this into account as we go down the list. For simplicity's sake, I'm only sticking to the characters I introduced on Tumblr so far.

Aveon: Jokes tend to get lost on the poor innocent floof, so he'll probably just stare at you, tilting his head with confusion and demanding you to explain. If you're a close companion of his and a good teacher, he might get curious and ask you to tell him more. If he's not getting it, he'll more than likely just get frustrated with your "stupid confusing jokes" and eat you anyway.

Bubba: You might get a bit of a chuckle out of him if he already knows you, but more than likely, he'll just blink at you boredly for a few seconds before snapping you up like a fly. Might follow up with a sly jab of his own when you're already sitting in his gut. "Now you got PLENTY o' time to work on some better material, heh heh..."

Bulzar: "Don't care, too hungry."

Captain Leviathan: Both heads will probably just get annoyed at you dragging things out...unless it's especially dark or raunchy. You might get a big ol' belly laugh out of Levi, if not from the joke itself, then from Nathaniel's disgusted reaction. And then they'll eat you anyway. XD

Kron: Probably won't be very effective. Don't even bother if you're one of his bounties, he'll just clobber you until the jokes stop coming. At best, you'll get an irritated eye roll and a warning to cut it out or you'll be telling jokes to his stomach lining. Even Izimba can't escape "belly time out" with her terrible puns...although still manages to get a laugh out of him anyway by tickling his insides.

Louis: He might play along if he thinks it will help him lure his prey into a false sense of security. He'll respond with his obnoxious, wheezy snicker, piling on the compliments and sweet words while struggling to hide how much he's salivating. But be careful; delay him too long and he might decide "bugger it" and skip straight to gobbling you up.

Ramses: Honestly, it would probably work regardless of whether he knows you or not. He loves jokes! The ol' trickster might still want to eat you later, but you've immediately earned his respect. Unless you're a poacher, in which case he will NOT be in a laughing mood.

Taoka: "Hah! Good one, babe...stiiiiiiill hungry, though."

Venandi: Will give you the most venomous death glare you've ever seen before immediately gagging you with silk. Then biting your neck for good measure. What a jerk.

[wrens-versus-the-world]

The Porcelain Puppet

Chapter two: the porcelain puppet

:D

It has been two nights since I went to the shrine. And I'm still not exactly sure what happened when I got home.

I remember the blue eyed man, and the older man who had half of his face covered, and I think Dottore was there too, but when I woke up I was alone and there was no sign of a break in.

the only indication that that night actually occurred is the bite(?) where my neck and shoulders meet.

But I don't really have time to dwell on it since I still have my list of things that I need to do while I'm here.

Speaking of my list, I have crossed off 'go to a shrine'. next on my list is to have some ramen from a ramen cart.

Time skip:

After changing and trying to find a shirt that would cover the bite, I finally left and decided to go to the ramen stand that I saw when I got lost (trying to find the shrine).

As I walked down the street I couldn't help but subconsciously touch where the bite was. It throbbed slightly in response.

"what exactly happened that night?" I asked, to no one in particular, as I found myself thinking back to that night.

Flash back (this occurred after he bit you, you were in and out of consciousness (you could hear bits and pieces but couldn't move))

"Dottore have you had any luck locating the balladeer?" the older man asked, his question directed at his blue haired associate.

"Clearly not, yet jester." the blue haired male said sarcastically to the older man as he ran his fingers through my hair in a comforting manner.

"We must find him before he gets caught by the hunters, it would be quite the hassle to have to deal with them once again. The last time we had to deal with them we lost too many." the greying man said solemnly, attempting to get Dottore to care more.

"oh please pierro, I'm sure it can't be as bad as last time, hah, I'd be surprised if they even looked for us, after all they are now more focused on the abyss, they even allied themselves with the adepti under morax's control." Dottore responded seemingly bored with the conversation, and continued to enjoy playing with my hair (although I was too out of it to notice).

"mmm" I groaned trying to move.

the two men stopped their conversation, seeing if I'd have anymore reactions.

"dear, you really ought to go to sleep, you ___ _uite a bit of b_o_d." Dottore said, although it was quite hard to focus on what he was saying as it became harder to hold onto my consciousness.

"Dottore, I recommend to mark her or at least try to protect her, your presence will stick to her like flies to honey." Pierro warned, "she seems to be an interesting human, even Childe seems to think so." he finished, before disappearing.

there was a long moment of silence followed by a sigh from the vampire.

"I do suppose he's right, but" he paused, "you are quite the specimen, would you allow me to take a closer look at you." he asked, knowing that I had fallen asleep and could no longer hear him.

end of the flash back:

I shook myself out of my thoughts, "gosh, I really need to stop thinking about this, I'm on vacation, in Japan nonetheless! I need to enjoy myself." I said trying to motivate myself to actually drop it and think about something other than the blue haired male, the ginger and the older greying male who lived rent free in my thoughts.

I let out a sigh.

'what has my life become?' I thought to myself.

after a few minutes to walking I finally reached my destination, the ramen stand!

A smile found its way to my face and I picked up my speed to reach it, almost as though i was afraid it would up and disappear if I were to look away.

I got up to the stand and got the attention of the chef.

"Hello! what can I get for you?" the chef asked, his voice laced with a heavy accent.

"a yes I would take the (your pick of ramen)!" I answered enthusiastically.

"ahh, good choice! It'll be out soon." He said and I handed him the yen.

It was just as he said, moments after I ordered the chef poked his head out of the curtains and motioned for me to come over, handing me a bowl full of (your choice of ramen).

it was the best ramen I have ever had, the broth was so rich and the noodles were fantastic, the flavor was so much stronger and more authentic than the ramen back in (my country).

After I thanked the man I began to walk back to the hotel, on the way I saw a convenience store. I decided I'd just buy some food from there and make myself some dinner at the hotel, opting for a lazy night.

I walked into the store, the bell on the door ringing as I entered, alerting the staff that there was a new customer.

I greeted the staff and began to search for the ingredients to make curry. I saw a picture of it on the window of a store , and wanted to try my hand at making it myself.

Feeling satisfied with all of my ingredients, I walked up to the counter and handed the food to the cashier, who typed it into the machine.

the total appeared at the top of the cash register, and I set my money in the small bowl allowing him to count it and hand me back my change.

I muttered out a small thanks in japanese, as I walked out of the store.

'Huh he must've given me an extra bag, oh well' I thought to myself as I made my way down the short path back to the hotel.

as I let my eyes wonder, i noticed a piece of porcelain laying on the ground.

it looked almost as thought it was a piece of skin, I slowly bent down, my curiosity winning, and picked it up.

"huh, it really is just a piece of porcelain." I said to myself, looking at it in more detail, it had some ridges and it was more matte then glossy which was quite strange. 'Who would want a matte skin color dish?' I wondered. after looking at the porcelain for a while I noticed that there was a pile in an alley.

My curiosity once again got the better of me, and I wondered into the alleyway cautiously.

I bent down to get a closer look at the pile, seeing that it had a kimono mixed into the pile.

Although I was curious i didn't dare to touch it, it was far too suspicious.

I stood up to leave, before a voice stopped me.

"hey human, where do you think you're going with a piece of my body!?" The voice boomed in japanese.

I turned around to look for the owner of the voice to see just the pile of porcelain.

I cautiously inched closer to it, and once again leaned down near the pile of porcelain, the broken piece still in my hand.

"who said that?" I quietly asked. Gaining no response I quickly stood up, looking all around the alleyway, there still was no one there.

"Who Said That!?" I asked once again, this time a bit louder.

once again there was no reply, my eyes fell to the pile of porcelain.

I stared at it for maybe two, three minutes, waiting for the voice.

"curiosity killed the cat" I said to myself as I leaned down to the pile for the nth time. This time I put my hand into the pile and moved a few pieces around, I'm not sure what I was looking for.

I moved the cloth that some of the porcelain was in and came face to face with a porcelain face. one with purple eyes, and to top it all off the face was sneering at me.

"fucking took you long enough" he sneered

"AHHHH WHAT THE FUCK, WHO THE-" I screamed as I stood up and backed away, the grocery bags left behind.

"Stop shouting you're going to make a scene." the face said , calmly almost as though he wasn't a fucking face that was attached to nothing.

With his words I felt myself sink to the ground.

"You know dottore don't you?" the face asked me.

"how do you- no why does everyone keep asking me that!?" I asked, scooting back over to the face I gently picked it (him?) up. maintaining eye level,

"oh everyone of my kind, even some humans know of Il Dottore, he has quite the reputation, you must know?" he said, clearly enjoying my fear.

"What do you-"

"what do I mean? huh, I won't spoil, let's just say he had some interesting habits back in the day and still maintains them occasionally." The face answered nonchalantly almost trying to shut down talk of dottore.

In the spur of the moment I got an idea.

I set his face down,

"hey, what are you doing."

"you'll see."

"human answer me what are you doing?" the face continued to ask as I began to set pieces of porcelain into my extra grocery bag.

it took about three minutes to pick up all the pieces, leaving only the face and kimono. I picked up the face and opted to put in in my jacket pocket earning a mouthful from the face, and then put the kimono into the grocery bag along with the porcelain pieces.

The walk back to the hotel was quiet except for the quiet clinking of porcelain, the staff gave me a look when I came in but paid no mind to the bags in my hands.

once i got back to the room, it was like a burden had been lifted. I quickly unpacked my groceries and placed them where they needed to be. I then laid out the kimono, so that I could start working. Somewhere during this time I pulled the face out of my pocked and set him down (propped up in a way so he could see what I was doing).

After my preparations were complete, I began to piece the porcelain back together in silence. It took me somewhere around four hours but I eventually had his body fully pieced together, all that was missing was his face.

I looked back to him, and he met my eyes. I reached over his body and picked up his face and then set him down onto where he pieced in.

and almost like magic all the cracks disappeared and he looked like a human once more.

"why'd you help?" was the one thing he asked

a/n:

I really like writing this so far, I'm kinda going for a bit of a mystery kind of vibe?

I think it'll be more emotional and less 'cracky' than the ayato one I'm currently working on lol.

so this'll definitely have some more serious themes, like mental health, etc.

on a separate note: look how cute this scara-cat is!!! (he'd totally scratch up a couch and not feel bad XD)

[grapejuicegay]

Get to know me tag! :)

I was tagged by @telomeke here and @dribs-and-drabbles here.

do you make your bed?

I try to! On days that I'm too busy to make it in the morning I do so about half an hour before I'm getting to bed. I don't like the feeling of getting back into an unmade bed - it feels like a completely unproductive day and that just throws me off

what's your favourite number?

I don't really have a favourite but I love multiples of 7, they make my brain go brrr

what is your job?

Photography! It's something I always wanted to do as a child but gave up on as an unrealistic dream before eventually sort of stumbling into it. Happy accidents and all that.

if you could go back to school, would you?

Hah! No chance. I burnt myself out pretty badly through undergrad by taking on far too much - there were just so many things that I found interesting - and I'd much rather not repeat that experience.

can you parallel park?

I can't drive. I keep meaning to learn but the way people drive freaks me out a little too much. I've also been struggling with a bout of motion sickness recently and that doesn't help my comfort in cars. Someday though! Hopefully!

a job you had that would surprise people?

I worked on editing and post production on a documentary for National Geographic once

do you think aliens are real?

In what form, I'm not sure. But some forms of life that exist outside of our planet? Absolutely. My other answer, channeling the 12 years I've spent on this hellsite: doooweeeewoooooo

can you drive a manual car?

If/when I do finally learn to drive I'm going to make it a point to learn manual too. Idk, feels like an important skill to have

what's your guilty pleasure?

I make it a point not too feel guilty or embarrassed about my interests. If I started doing that far too many things I like would qualify and I just cannot live like that

tattoos?

I wish :( I have a bunch of small tattoos I've always wanted but I have a medical condition because of which I can't get any.

favourite colour?

It changes every so often but I'm particularly biased towards shades of teal right now.

favourite type of music?

I love rock of the general/alt/post/punk variety. Recently I've been listening to a goth-folk band called Charming Disaster and have been a little bit obsessed with their album Our Lady of Radium and especially Radium Girls

do you like puzzles?

Love love love puzzles of any kind. I just like having lil things for my brain to do.

any phobias?

I have a little bit of a phobia of falling off of high places which unfortunately comes from a close call during a hike where I slipped off a steep rock and almost into a sweeping rapids (luckily I ended up slipping sideways into a little pool in a gap between said rock and another big one... took a while to pull my short ass out of there but at least I wasn't being swept away!)

favourite childhood sport?

I was a sporty child, tried my hand at just about most sports. My go to was basketball for a while (though I don't play anymore) but now I'm more inclined to go for a swim or a bout of kickboxing, sometimes badminton. Funny story: over the course of a year I got hit in the nose with 4 different kinds of balls (not that kind!). My nose is fine but I was paranoid around sports grounds for a while after that 😂

do you talk to yourself?

All the time! It honestly helps me keep track of a lot of things, especially when I'm overwhelmed but it's a little funny when my everyday running commentary comes out in front of people. It gets me a lot of strange looks, especially when I ask everyday objects what they think they're doing

what movies do you adore?

Depends on the day you ask. I tried answering this 5 different times but each time I came up with 5 different movies to list out. I really could not pick for this one

coffee or tea?

Coffee! Far, far too much of it!

first thing you wanted to be growing up?

An astronaut. It took me far too long to give up on that pipe dream. But around the time I gave up on that I was getting interested in photography as something to pursue. I was bullied out of it for a few years sadly but hey, I ended up here eventually!

I'm coming to this way too late so I'm not really sure who hasn't done this yet. I'm just going to tag @casualavocados @celestial-sapphicss @jemmo

And like both Tel and Lin mentioned, I've been far too busy to be on tumblr too much recently (most of 2024) and so a lot of stuff I've been tagged in has slipped through the cracks. Most of it is in my drafts somewhere and sometimes it just feels too late to bring it back. I still love all of you though and I'm sorry!

[taiyaki-translations]

Autumn Cafeteria - Fall for All 2

Season: Autumn Characters: Yuta, Koga, Shu, Tsumugi Translator: taiyaki-translations Proofreader: raspberrytls

<A few days later, on a holiday>

Koga: ーDamn it. It’s my day-off, why do I gotta babysit you?

Yuta: You’re not babysitting~ We're shopping, shopping.

We played rock-paper-scissors to decide who’s gonna buy supplies for "Band BB", and you lost! In other words, you're a loser…☆

Koga: Don't call me a loser. And don't go lordin’ over me now~ You also lost, didn'tcha?

Yuta: I guess so~ If only I used scissors that one time, I could've pushed everything onto you,  Oogami-senpai.

But still, I’m glad I'm not doing this alone. When I saw the shopping list, I was shocked by the amount of things we had to get.

Koga: Agreed. I get that we need cleaners and oils t’ take care of the instruments, so they’re on the list butー

Ain’t it weird that party crackers and tinsel garlands are on it, too!? What the heck are those for?

Yuta: Usually, people buy these kinds of things to set up parties, but we're not that kind of circle.

…Maybe we're going to use them as instruments? I mean, party crackers do make popping sounds.

As for the tinsel garlands, if you try shaking them like this… Hear that, it makes a rustling sound.

Koga: Tch~ I can barely hear a thing~… That ain't an instrument at all.

Yuta: Wow, what a tough critic ♪

Speaking of musical instruments… While we were at the music store earlier, I saw you in a new light, Oogami-senpai.

Koga: Huh?

Yuta: I like musical instruments enough to join both the light music club and "Band BB". But the reason I started learning how to play them was so I could make a living as a street performer— in other words, for survival.

I never approached them in the pure and single-minded way that you seniors do.  Whether it’s an instrument or a tool, it didn't matter, as long as I could make use of it.

That’s why I thought it was cool to see you taking such care and not compromising in even picking consumable items for your instrument.

…Though I have to admit, when you kept going on and on about it, that was such a pain ♪

Koga:  Oi, you.

Yuta: Ahaha. We finished shopping, so why don't we take a break before going back to Starmony Dorms?

Koga: Sure, why not~ I’m hungry, so that works out…

Tch, it’s crowded everywhere, ain’t it. I don’t wanna wait in line~

Yuta: As expected of a holiday. There are a lot of restaurants, but we can’t get into any of them.

I’m not in the mood for takeout either. How troublesome.

…Ah, right! We’ll have to walk for a bit, but please follow me.

Koga: Hm, where’re we goin’?

Yuta: Fufufu ♪ To my hiding spot…☆

<Ten minutes later...>

Yuta: (...Nice. Looks like it’s empty, just as I expected.)

We’re here, Oogami-senpai.

Koga: What the hell is “a bit.” You made me walk a ton…

…Hah? This is the place you’re callin’ your hidin’ spot?

Yuta: It’s a beautiful café, isn’t it~? I found it when I was looking around for a secret place that no one would know about.

Oogami-senpai, you can also come here if you want, but please don’t tell too many people about it.

Koga: Shut it~ I’m hungry and annoyed now, so let's just get the hell in.

Tsumugi: Welcome~♪

Oh my, if it isn’t Yuta-kun and Koga-kun. Hello there~

Yuta: H-Hello~…

Tsumugi: After you, please go on ahead~♪

Koga: (whispering) What the heck’s goin’ on, Yuta? Itsuki-senpai and that red-haired young master’s here too.

Yuta: (whispering) N-No clue.

Koga: “No clue”, you littleーAin’t this your hidin’ spot!?

Yuta: Yeah, but this is the first time something like this has happened. No matter when I come, the only other people here are usually just the owner and someone who seems to be a part-time worker…

Maybe… they’re also working here?

Koga: Haa? There’s no way in hell~ Aoba-senpai’s the vice president of an agency and that red-haired young master comes from a rich family.

As for Itsuki-senpai, well… I don’t know him that well, but doesn’t he travel back and forth between Japan and overseas a lot?

These guys are a bunch of successful idols, ain’t no way they’d need a second job~

Yuta: I know right~? Maybe they’re trying to gain work experience for a TV project or something?

Woah, he’s coming this way.

Shu: ーAhem. Have you finished deliberating?

Koga: Is that how ya talk to customers… (1) I’ll get Lunch Set A. How 'bout you, Yuta?

Yuta: I’ll get the B set, please~

Shu: Hm. Understood.

Koga: He ain’t gonna repeat the order…? Seriously, what the hell’s going on here?

Yuta: Hmm~ It’s the same as usual, except that those three are working here.

Tsukasa-kun doesn’t look like he’s doing anything, maybe we can ask him to tell us what’s happening?

O~i, Tsukasa-kun~

Translation Notes: 1. In Japanese, Shu doesn’t use the honorific language that waiters would normally use, hence Koga’s comment.

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[lil-melody-moon]

Year Summary #3

We're going with games today so without further ado!

The ones I've started and finished: 1. Pokemon Moon - Second/third time that I played it. I had started a save a long time ago, but I borrowed my 2DS to a dear friend of mine, so I just started everything from beginning. I enjoyed it as much as the first time actually, getting different Pokemon this time - or kind of? This is also where I discovered that tiny Pancham looks like Paul McCartney. Don't ask me from where I took it, but yeah. I named my Pancham Paul XD

2. Final Fantasy IX - I figured out that there has to be at least one Final Fantasy game during the year and this time it happened to be this one. Again, a replay, third fucking save. I had a new pc at that time, had to install Moguri again but you know. The worst was the fact that the old saves were gone, along with the one where I almost did everything in the time before the final boss. My first, almost complete save was gone, I was sad about that. That didn't discourage me tho, I played the game again, only to regret that I didn't use other names than default - it would be so fun, I have to do it next time. Anyway, I still love this game, I will gladly come back to it at any day really - crying at the end again, God, the credits song ;A;

3. Rayman 3: Hoodlum Havoc - I think this platformer will come back to the list of "play at least once a year". I love this games to bits, first platformer, my entire childhood and beginning of being a nerd is stored there - and again, Polish dub in this game is *chef's kiss*

4. Rayman Legends - replay after a few years and as much as I love the musical levels, the game itself is fun to certain point, I think halfway through, it gets kind of repetitive - or it might be me who played this game way too much in the past. Either way, I'm not coming back to it anytime soon. Had fun nevertheless tho <3

5. Murder by Numbers - got Epic Games Store, got my hands on free games and there I went, choosing this one as the first one. It has repetitive mechanic over finding clues - it's a detective kind of game, similar to Ace Attorney, but much more tame - but like, if you're bored you can cheat through them just to get on with the plot. I did that at the very end and really, I enjoyed the plot, characters, music. The tiny computer who helped the main heroine was adorable <3

6. Earthbound - you thought I will forget to play it? HAH, jokes on you! The end of year is nearing and my mind is already set on to play it again! I will never grow bored of this game and this time the team consisted of Ringo, me, John and Paul, Beatles themed team and truth be told, I WAS SO FUCKING UNLUCKY ON THIS SAVE. Like, I even did simplest mistakes, forgetting about the freaking shields which got me an instant kill. Had to repeat the last cave three fucking times, I never had such a bad playthrough in my life! Ringo borrowed his luck this time it seems

7. Spyro the Dragon - what did I do when I got a new PC? Downloaded PSX emulator and played Spyro. I'm a whole mood as my friend described me and honestly I don't regret this decision, even if I had to take this game in parts. The camera made me sick to my stomach - oh God I hope it'll be better in later parts and in the remaster - but like taking one level per day was a good idea to solve the problem. Plus the soundtrack - Copeland my beloved! - is just so good. One of those games which soundtracks I'll be listening to when I have time. ...Which reminds me that I have to make cleaning on yt with the games' music. MAJOR CLEANING *looking at my young self* You did fucked it up

8. Deponia - Oh yes, I came back to his fuckery and now I'm having a break before tackling the second game which I don't like very much, but about this one! The beginning is kinda long, but once out of town the game shows what it is capable of with puzzle solving, plot, humor, characters. I still love it and will probably nerd the third part like I usually do, because it's my favorite, but this time I did one major change. I've played with English dub, not like always with German and fuck, it is better somehow so I'm sticking to that <3

Now to the ones I've dropped: 1. The Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess - Being younger I loved this game, but this time I just couldn't get into it anymore. Might be because my smart ass thought about erasing the save I didn't finish years ago and starting a new one, but who might know. I do regret I didn't finish the game for some weird reason those years ago, but maybe it was for the better? Either way, I sold it with a few other Nintendo Wii games, leaving only two Kirby games for myself so yeah

2. Mario and Luigi: Partners in Time - now I really had high expectations for this one. I always heard good opinions about it and so I started it, curious, only to discover that I'm bored of it in the long run. There's not much variety in the battle mechanics. You either do that or this and push buttons. There's no excitement like it is in Final Fantasy for example, it's simpler, much much simpler and the same goes too...

3. Super Mario RPG - while having an amazing soundtrack, this game suffers the same thing as the previous. Repetitive battle mechanics and like this is probably the worst thing you can do to rpg. I know a lot of people love it and I can see why. The plot is great, dialogues, characters and world building is amazing, but for me if the battle mechanics ain't anything good, then I'm gonna drop the game and move on

4. Kirby Mass Attack - I always wanted to play this game. It was actually the first ROM I've downloaded on Nintendo DS emulator right after getting new PC and I had fun in the first world. I love the mechanics with the touch screen, the fact that there's 10 tiny Kirbys running around, but what threw me off guard is the fact that even if you have 10 Kirbys, you're gonna end with one at the beginning of the next world. I felt like all the progress was lost and I had to start from the very beginning. It somehow didn't feel fair you know. This was a big let down

And the ones I'm playing now: 1. Cave Story - first time after hearing what a good game it is, and I finally agree with an opinion! It's smooth, like the older games, the graphics are cute, music is amazing, plot simple, but engaging somehow. And true, some part for a new player are difficult - I'm playing on easy, I don't think of myself as of a great gamer and I still find it difficult. One boss was really unreadable for me, the one who was driving, I don't know the name of it, but like I had to have a few tries to figure out what to do and that is the only complaint I have about this game. Second would be no checkpoints between bosses at the very end, but like there was a chance for me to get a life refill, but like I didn't know about it, so I screwed myself on my own wish. Plus, I'm having a break from it because I'm stuck at final bosses. In the meantime I jumped to this one:

2. Yooka Laylee - which I bought on sale on steam and honestly, I don't remember when I had such a great time with a 3D platformer since Rayman 3. I know a lot of people are saying that it's not the same as Banjo-Kazooie - which I didn't play YET - but like, is it really worthy to compare instead of having fun with a game? I mean, the plot is simple, characters are fun, mechanics are great, the moveset is good, it's not limiting the player at all, the freaking soundtrack is a whole orchestra really, always giving the vibe of the world in a great way. There are a few bugs here and there, but they are not game breaking or anything. I was only throw off my guard when I learned that I need 100 pagies to get to the end. Guess what I am doing as of lately XD

And that would sum up this year. Thank you for reading all of this and i wish all of you a Happy New Year <3

[ericaand]

Inevitable

Unidentified

Word Count: 970

Warnings: None.

Something startled me from a deep sleep, and a pleasant dream. I jumped, but soon realized it was only my alarm. 

Seven already? 

I flopped my sleepy hand over to the nightstand, sweeping the smooth surface to find my phone. Swiping the cancel button vigorously to dismiss the sound. I've got to change that to something less intrusive.  

Rolling over on my right, I was greeted with the warmth of the bright sun shining through my bedroom window. As per usual, the city was bustling. Dog walkers struggling to keep their footing, busy men and women swiftly waltzing to get to their destinations. And, my favorite, some basking in the sun on their small decks, drinking coffee (or maybe vodka), and allowing themselves to be unapologetically them before putting on a "life's perfect" face to fool the world. 

Swinging my legs off the edge of the bed I anticipated my feet sinking into the luxuriously fuzzy rug that I'd spent entirely too much money on. It was a simple pleasure that I wasn't willing to give up. I plugged my phone in and went about my morning routine. Even though there's nothing like warm coffee in the morning, there was simply no time for that today. And makeup, hah, mascara will have to do. Its not like I'm trying to impress anyone anyway. 

Setting the alarm beside my front door and swinging my purse over my shoulder, I was off. The hall was brightly lit, but dull and unimaginative in my apartment building. While riding the elevator down to the ground floor, I scrolled passed high school friends' posts on Facebook. Most, getting married, having children, buying houses - all of which I'd not done. Psh, did you really need a fifth child, Amy?  You could say that I'm a little jealous, not necessarily because all those things would make me happy. But I fear I wont get to experience any of those, all they bring is pain and chaos in the end. 

    "Bye Martin, hope you had an easy night", waiving in the doorman's direction. 

The clicking of my heels against the sidewalk made me thank myself, once again, for getting an apartment close to my office. I stopped at my favorite coffee shop on the way and was instantly elevated by the aroma drifting out the door. 

    "Hey! Haven't seen you in a few days, your usual?"

    "Yes, please" I groaned, handing her a ten dollar bill. 

Once finished, I grabbed the paper cup and small bag before slipping a dollar into the tip jar. After arriving at the office building, I hit the '3' button on the elevator as I fumble with my keys. The halls of the office building were serene and decorated with paintings and photos of nature, as soft music played throughout. As I walked to the door of my office, I was pleasantly surprised that the janitor had finally put my name on my door. I'd only been in this office for a month, but had been waiting years to see this.

ELYSE INGRAM

Marriage and Family Therapist

The butterflies in my stomach told me that I'd finally made it. After too many years of schooling and interning, I was finally here. Luckily, I'd already made a name for myself here in Austin and even had a waiting list of couples. I peered out the window that allowed just enough of the city to be seen, and allowed myself to basque the accomplishment for a brief moment. 

Tearing bits from the croissant I'd bought and sipping coffee, I began to plan and organize my day around which clients were being seen. A loud ring broke my concentration, as I answered the phone.

    "Hello, Elyse speaking".

    "Hi, I was wondering if my wife and I could get an appointment today, its urgent." a husky, low voice said on the other end. 

    "Um, let me see." Flipping to today's date in my planner. "I don't have many options today, unless you and your wife would like to come in at 4:30?"

    "Yeah, we can do that. As long as its today. I don't -" He let out a small sniffle. "I don't know what else to do."

    "Ok. And your names are?"

    "I'd prefer if we exchanged that information in person. See you at 4:30." With that, he'd hung up, and the only thing left for me to hear was a dial tone on the other end. 

I've experienced some pretty bizarre encounters in my line of work, don't get me wrong; but this was weird. I would usually put someone on the waiting list instead of squeezing them in. But this was different. This man actually sounded like he cared, which is rarely what I saw lately. Usually its just people who were court ordered to come to therapy, or those who come to therapy to say they were here, but never really engage. This should be interesting. 

I shuffled through my day as quickly as possible, mostly because I was so curious about my unidentified appointment at the end of the day. It was almost time. The clinking of my nails against the glass desktop was a soothing sound for me. It was a rare thing for me to be nervous about the first meeting with a couple or client, especially after I'd done it for so many years. However, as my stomach knotted and finger grazed my lips back and forth, I knew the anxiety had set in. Because, lets face it, I didnt even know who was going to walk through that door. 

[foxedthecards]

Jonas had been staring in his glass and his entire body went tense when he felt someone approaching again only to glance up and see to his immense relief that it was Butch again. He settled himself down next to Jonas, all smiles, asking if everything was OK.

And he couldn't tell him anything at all.

He turned himself around at the counter a bit, placing his elbow on it and casually resting his hand on the back of his neck, covering where Cooper's hand had been digging into it because he was sure as rough as the guy was, he'd probably left telltale marks there. He tensed up again when the whole deal with the drinks came out but luckily it played out in his favor.

As Butch sipped at his drink, clearly enjoying it, Jonas's mind was chaos. His insides had twisted up with anxiety. He glanced at the clock above the counter, its hands at the six and three, the profile of a gallows that was less than an hour away from hanging him.

Butch clearly loved being here already and they'd only JUST gotten here he couldn't just turn around and ask him to leave. Knowing Coop he'd probably figure out quickly that something was amiss and end up showing up at Jonas's hotel room later on. He knew what Butch looked like, the fucker had probably even been creeping around long before this and Jonas hadn't even realized it. He'd stalk and hurt Butch because the man was vicious and vindictive. Or worse...

A bright disarming grin stretched the corners of his mouth. There was no choice about it then. He'd do what he did best. Put on a performance...

" Yeah, I think the regular crowd's starting to come in. It'll be packed before too long! " he said cheerfully as he knocked back the rest of his drink and called the bartender over again. He tapped the list. " Give me the Rowdy Aunt Rhodie. "

The bartender side-eyed him as he nodded and with good reason. Their version of a Aunt Roberta, already a strong cocktail on its own, had their own homebrew of blackberry liqueur added that was nearly 151 proof. This little redhead wanted to get hammered early on, it would seem.

Jonas turned back to Butch, his eyes creased with a mirth he certainly didn't feel. " Also you're damn right I saw a ghost! " he chuckled. " The spirit of an empty glass that could use some more fuckin' spirits, ahah-hah! Ready for me to outdrink you, cowboy? "

Although he didn't plan on getting completely wasted and run the chance of entirely forgetting about going upstairs, he at least wanted to be well on his way to numbing his brain.

His flirty little touch is ticklish on Jonas's back. He does get a little self-conscious chuckle and wiggle in return as Jonas looks over his shoulder at Butch, the grin and the flush of his cheeks both widening across his face. Easy to say if Butch ever wanted to get in a playful tickle fight with Jonas, the redhead would lose pretty damn quick.

As soon as Butch was gone, he went back to the drink menu, waved the barkeep over and ordered two of the Barbed Wires. He smiled to himself, placing his chin in his hand and traced his fingers idly around the worn cowboy-boot shaped coasters as he waited. When the drinks came, he took his immediately and sipped at it, feeling the strong whisky burn pleasantly on the way down.

It was OK, it was going to be ok, he told himself. He'd already started to relax a bit. It would be a fun evening! Hm...maybe he'd get Butch into a friendly shots competition. There was a mezcal drink on the menu called Busted Knuckles and he'd honestly never tried mezcal before...maybe that one could be next? He took one of the swizzle sticks, with a little cowboy hat on the top and placed it in Butch's glass. He'd probably think that was cute or something. Yeah this would be a good night. A good...date.

A hand reached out from behind him and tightened around the back of his neck.

" Heh. Fancy running into a cute little bitch like you here..." a voice growled affectionately in his ear.

Easily six foot two if not more, the burly guy that Jonas knew unfortunately as Cooper circled around in his vision, still holding the back of his neck in that tight possessive grip. Everything about him screamed trouble, from the greasy flop of hair with the rattail to the black wifebeater shirt that had ALPHA and a wolf on the front of it. Once Jonas had thought all that pretty hot in a bad boy sort of way and it was true he was a handsome fucker in a way. But now seeing him here made the pleasant warmth of the liquor he'd drunk turn to ice in his stomach.

Cooper smiled at him, a slow wolfish smile. " It's been months, Jonas. Why'd you stop answering my texts? "

Jonas stared at the drink in his hand. His fingers had started trembling." Hey uh...Coop. I uh. I just...th-thought it might be better if we uhm...took a little...breather? "

" Hm? Why? That last time we were together, I had a great time..." He leaned a little closer, taking Jonas's jaw in his other hand and turning his head with a jerk, forcing him to expose his neck. Then a finger ran across his collarbone and down to his chest, pulling his shirt open a little more to look down it. " Bruises are all gone by now right? Who'd you come here with? Wait no lemme guess. That ugly little cowboy guy right? "

Jonas shivered at Coop's touch. " If...you're following me around...that's uhm...that's a little weird..." he muttered not looking him in the eye.

" Yeah. So what if I am? " The grip on the back of Jonas's neck tightened. " You ain't gonna do anything about it, bitch. I'm a little hurt actually. You slipping around behind my back like this. I think you owe me. "

Jonas was silent, staring down at his drink as Cooper's rough fingers squeezed the back of his neck possesively.

" Not gonna run your mouth like you like to do huh? Well. That's ok. Look. I'm even forgiving. Tell you what. I'll let you have a few drinks with the cowboy. Then around mmm seven I guess you make some excuse to him ,don't care what, and you come upstairs to the last karaoke room on the left and give me MY time. 'Cause I honestly don't care who you fuck on the side even if it is a little hurtful. Wanna know why? "

He jerked Jonas towards him and murmured in his ear. " 'Cause I can always make you remember who you belong to. Me. "

He released Jonas's neck and took Butch's drink, flicking the swizzle stick on the counter as he gulped it down. He gave him a wink and vanished back in the crowd. The whole exchange hadn't taken more than a few minutes. Butch would effectively never know he'd been there in the first place.

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Jake Martin x Reader Headcanons (Request)

Pairing: Jake Martin (The Crew) x Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 3.5k

Request: “Hii!!! Cute stories very nicee 💖Could I please have a request for Jake Martin x Reader,, she’s his wife and coworker so just cute moments maybe even they’re very flirty with each other grossing out the crew hah loll (she might be pregnant too) Thanks 💓💓"

Author's Note: Thank you so much for this super cute request! I started typing this and it ended up coming out as a long time list of headcanons that cover yours and Jake’s whole love story, so I hope you like it! 😊

Jake Martin x Coworker! Reader Headcanons

- You were an old friend of Catherine’s (maybe even went to school with her, but you don't brag about where) so when she called you up to say her dad had put her in charge of his racing team, and that she needed your talents around the office you were more than happy to support her. Side note: I'll let you decide what those talents are, because I think everyone has so much they could contribute to the team, and if you don't believe me then send me a message and I will hype you up!

- Back on track, the first thing Catherine needed was a favour: She was getting a new sponsor with a gross logo and her driver wasn't on board for wearing the merch yet. She gave you a time to meet her and the team at a bar called the Pit Stop, and begged you to walk in and flirt with the driver in a 'fake steak' cap, convinced that would be enough to get him to change his mind. You figured you may as well lean into being her right-hand-man, putting a bit of extra effort into your appearance before you headed to the bar. As you stepped through the door you spotted her at a table with a few people that must be your new colleagues. When Catherine caught your eye, she sent her driver to the bar for another round, insisting he was his sponsorship cap, much to his chagrin. You tried not to be obvious as you watched him move through the bar, but he was very easy find yourself staring at. Blue eyes you could swim in, luscious blonde hair you wanted to brush out of his face, and the body of a professional athlete - he was gorgeous. You recovered your focus before settling into the spot next to him at the bar, pretending to do a double take of his hat,

"Hey, I like your hat." You said sincerely, trying to avoid naturally blushing from talking to the Adonis next to you.

"Really?" He whipped his head to look at you, seemingly forgetting about the bartender stood actively handing beers. His eyes were even more sparkling as they shined straight at you, and you could feel warmth creeping into your cheeks as you continued,

"Yeah, I think fake meat is supposed to be more environmentally conscious, and I think that's cool." You tried to say casually, like you hadn't practiced that line on your walk over, giving him a sincere smile. His face lit up at your words, looking you over a little bit, feeling his chest tighten as you glanced back over the bar, ordering your own beer.

"Thank you! Yeah I'm pretty into plants and nature too," He replied, excited tone betraying his attempt to seem nonchalant. "I'm..."

"JAKE!" He was cut off by a call from Kevin, chasing his drink order.

"I'll let you get back to your friends, but it's nice to meet you Jake." You replied, settling into a bar stool, as he just nodded awkwardly, a little flustered from your meeting, and headed back to his table. Setting the beers down to a chorus of 'finally's he turned to Catherine,

"I've decided this hat's amazing and I like fake steak." Catherine feigned a surprised expression, asking casually

"I think so too, but what changed your mind?"

"I just met an amazing girl at the bar who liked it!" Jake said excitedly looking your way, as you played on your phone, waiting for Catherine to tell you what to do next. As if reading your mind, she remarked loudly,

"Oh that's (y/n)! I asked her to meet me here, I’m going to ask her to help out the team." She turned to Jake, lowering her voice a little, "And I'm sure you don't need any help, but you know if you wanted, I could give her your number?" Jake furrowed his brow, realising he had been so thrown off by meeting you that he had forgotten all his usual moves and completely blanked on asking for a way to contact you, then looked back to Catherine nodding enthusiastically.

"Please Catherine, you would be the coolest boss ever."

- From that moment on you were a part of the crew family, and more importantly Jake was truly smitten. He asked you on a date the end of your first week in the job, saying it was only right he welcomed you to the team properly. Your first date was spent in a nicer bar than the pit stop, sharing drinks and stories, each quickly feeling like the other was the easiest person in the world to talk to. After a couple of hours, your absolute favourite song came on (turns out Catherine had told Jake to request it, as invested in your happiness as she was in her business) and you took Jake's hand, leading him to the dancefloor, encountering absolutely no resistance. His arms looped around your waist as your hips swayed against his, his breath warm against the back of your neck. He placed a gentle kiss on the side of your neck as you moved, no longer able to contain his affection now that he had you this close. You let your fingertips trail up his arms as you turned to face him, lips leaning up to meet his gently. It was a sweet first kiss, Jake determined to keep it light and respectful, a sign he didn't want to follow his usual dating pattern of rushing you into bed and then calling it quits. He called you a taxi home at the end of the night, already planning your second date in his head.

- The next week at the garage everyone was half expecting you two to be awkwardly avoiding each other, until Jake started picking up coffee for you on his way to work, wanting to have any reason to talk to you throughout the day and see you smile. When Kevin commented on it, saying it wasn't like him to keep in touch with someone after a first date, Jake proudly beamed, "This time's different, I want to have all the dates with her."

- And sure enough he never waited more than a day after your last date to ask you on the next one. Jake had never really been a relationship kind of guy, but with you he realised what it felt like to want more, to find a person you want a commitment with. And he went all out with dates trying to impress you; spa days, fancy dinners, asking you to take him to your favourite places in the city so he could learn more about you. And at the end of each of the dates, he always made sure you got home safe, but never invited himself in or took you back to his place, not wanting to give the impression this was just the physical kind of relationship he was known for.

- I think after three or four dates, you would have to be the one to take things further, asking him to come up to your place for a drink before the end of the night. Despite all his experience, Jake would be nervous to sleep with you, knowing he didn't want it to be a one-time thing. But once you made it clear that it was something you wanted, pulling him closely against your body, and unbuttoning his shirt, those nerves would be overtaken with excitement. Jake would absolutely be the kind of man to make sure you are well taken care of before he even thought about fucking you. His job depends on his body and being able to respond quickly to situations, and he would absolutely love watching how you react to his touch, changing the rhythm of his fingers to work out what you liked the most, slowly dragging his tongue over your clit to hear the change in how you moaned out his name. Watching the way his eyes raked over your body, muscles flexing on top of you would send you to the edge over and over again, his mind-blowing stamina making your intimacy last hour. And when you were both spent, and you rested your head on his chest, ready to sleep in his arms, he would feel just as excited about cuddling with you.

- Jake can be a pretty dramatic person, so I think he would really go all-in for the occasional grand romantic gesture. A few days after your first night together you would be working in the garage only for Beth to shout you to her desk for a delivery. When you got there, the whole reception would be full of courier's holding bouquets of flowers, each one with a note from Jake asking if you would be his girlfriend. You of course said yes to Jake, who was doing a terrible job of hiding behind Beth's desk to see your reaction. You sat on the reception desk pulling him into a passionate kiss, earning puking noises from your colleagues, who were mostly very happy for the two of you, if not a little annoyed that every surface in the garage was now covered in flowers.

- Jake was very affectionate with you at work, always finding reasons to stop by your desk to sneak you a kiss or wrap his arms around you while you were working. He just wanted to be close to you all the time, telling you what he was thinking about, and watching you nod as you listened intently. He absolutely asked you to meet him in the gym throughout the day, wanting to show off his strength and pull off his shirt, and you were more than happy to oblige. The team also knew you were the person to ask if they needed something explaining to Jake or his mind changing, because he always listened to you so keenly.

- Occasionally the team would make little comments about how you and Jake were a classic case of opposites attract, given his scatter-brained habits, and your common sense and natural intelligence. You tended not to pay them any attention, but on one occasion you overheard the team ripping into Jake about it, not realising how much it was playing on his mind. After a particularly cruel comment from Jessie about how she could steal his job and his girl before he even noticed earned a laugh from everyone except him, you watched him half-run to the locker room, clearly upset. You shot a dirty look at Jessie before following him, wondering what she had really done to get him like this. As you followed into the quiet room, you locked the door behind you, wanting to take care of him without being interrupted. You found Jake sat on a bench, holding his head in his hands, looking more downtrodden then you'd ever seen him. You knelt in front of him, loosely resting your hands on his, letting him talk to you when he was ready. After a moment of quiet, he slowly looked up to meet you concerned gaze, and spoke softly, voice tinged with sadness,

"Do you think i'm dumb?" The question broke your heart, someone so otherwise confident, left feeling so insecure by a cruel joke. You answered quickly, firmly and honestly,

"No! I think your brain is amazing. The way you remember interesting things people say about themselves, and how you never forget when I mention I like something. The fact that you can think about so many things so quickly during a race, and process information so fast and then react is incredible, and something most people can't do. You know so much about cars, and fitness, and about yourself Jake. You know what you want, and how you feel, and how to communicate that and how say what you really mean. And I think all that makes you thoughtful, and interesting, and smart." Your voice almost came out pleading, desperately wanting him to recognise the strength in everything he is and can do. His eyes stared deeply into yours, looking for a sign of doubt or dishonesty, but finding nothing but admiration reflected back at him.

He nodded slowly, taking in your words, processing it before he spoke, face still serious.

"I do know how to say what I'm feeling." He paused, pulling you on his lap before continuing,

"And I love you." Before you had a chance to respond, his lips landed on yours with force, one arm holding you close by the waist, the other gently cupping your face, unwilling to let the kiss break. When you tried to pull back to speak, Jake shook his head, kissing you again before mumbling,

"Can't stop kissing you. In case your response makes me sad." His lips never leaving yours for more than a second, even when you laughed into his kiss. You managed to get a response out against his face,

"See, that's a smart plan! Except one thing." He paused your kiss for a second to quiz you,

"What's that?"

"I love you too Jake." He smiled as your lips returned to his, you now stifling his reaction with passionate kiss, shifting to push him down on the bench, draping your body over his. Jake's insecurities melted away as he felt your hips brushing against his, both of you oblivious to your colleagues listening to you comfort Jake through the door, wanting to make sure he was okay and now really wishing they didn't hear the noise he let out as you moved on top of him, running quietly from the door.

- Despite it being new to Jake, he was amazing boyfriend material. He was always open and honest with you, asking you questions to understand your feelings and reactions, and always keeping that in mind when he did anything. He text you whenever he had to be away from you, and never stopped telling you how much he appreciated all the things you do for him and all the support you offer him, always telling you how smart and capable and incredible you are in return.

- The team noticed the change in him as well, he was more focused at work (unless you were in the room, in which case he just stared at you with pure heart eyes), less egotistical and more of a team player: you really brought out the best in him. His race times were also improving, his confidence in his brain and reactions growing thanks to you.

- One day when Jake had a meeting to go over data with Amir, he interrupted him, asking,

"Amir? You're married right? And you like it?" Amir nodded, confused by the sudden interest in his person life,

"Yes of course Jake, being married's the best." Jake nodded thoughtfully before asking Amir about how he proposed, listening to the story and then thanking him and walking away, despite their meeting not even being close to complete. Amir quickly pulled Chuck and Beth into Kevin's office, telling them about it, asking Beth what it meant. Beth slapped his arm,

"It means he's gonna propose to (y/n) dummy." Kevin frowned,

"It's only been, what, six months? (y/n)'s got her head screwed on right, unlike Jake, there's no way she's gonna say yes right?" The team stood in awkward silence before Chuck chimed in,

"There goes our chance at a top ten finish."

The next few days the four of them tried to gauge the waters between you and Jake, trying to figure out if they could put him off rushing into this, and talking Jake up in front of you, trying to persuade you to say yes. Between their strange behaviour and Jake seeming excessively nervous around you lately, you felt uneasy when he formally asked you to come over to his place one night after work. You walked through his door, keys exchanged early in your relationship, to find an upgraded version of the day he asked you to be his girlfriend. Flowers covered every surface, candles scattered across the room, the song you first danced to playing, and Jake in the middle, dressed in a suit and on one knee. He immediately launched into a speech about how he had never been happier than when he was with you, feeling better about himself and having the most fun ever. He told you the seemingly endless list of things he loved about you, the way you care for him, and make him smile, and that he knows that that's something he wants for the rest of his life. And then finally he asked you if you wanted to marry him, and you knew the sincere answer as soon as he asked: yes. You did want to marry him. And sure, it was soon, but you really knew Jake and he knew you, and that wasn't going to change, so why wait to spend the rest of your life with him. You two celebrated with champagne and chocolates, already excited to start planning your wedding, and of course to tell the team the next day.

The moment Jake got into the garage he called everyone over for an announcement, and Kevin and team braced themselves to witness a whole new type of car crash. As he monologued wildly, you waited quietly in a corner, unnoticed, as you heard Chuck joke quietly to Kevin,

"Maybe he'll see something shiny and forget what he was going to ask?" Kevin chuckled gravely and countered,

"Maybe if I throw a tennis ball, he'll drop the ring and run after it?" You quietly stepped forward, adding to their conversation,

"Maybe he'll lose count getting to one knee." They both laughed heartily, faces dropping as they saw who made the joke while you walked over to your fiancé, wrapping up his play-by-play of your relationship,

"And then last night I asked (y/n) to marry me." He said warmly looking at you, to which responded, "And of course I said yes." After a moment of pleasant surprise, a cheer went up through the garage, everyone happy for the two of you, and the future of their racing careers!

- Despite all the resources you had access to, your wedding was perfectly simple, focusing on the people closest to you and really getting to appreciate your promise to spend your life together. Catherine and Kevin both insisted on making speeches, turning slightly competitive about who was closer to the two of you, and your first dance as newlyweds was a pretty perfect rendition of the dance you had shared on your first date, now nearly a year ago. You never thought you'd be the kind of person to get swept up in a whirlwind romance, but staring into Jake's eyes as you swayed, you knew everything had worked out exactly how it was supposed to.

- The racing team hoped that after your honeymoon phase wore off you two would get less sickly sweet and flirty around the office, but in reality, being a married man only made Jake crave you more. He spent more time in your seat than you did, constantly pulling you onto his lap while you worked, because in his words 'he had promise to have and to hold you, so he couldn’t not." People started knocking before entering the gym, knowing the sight of him working out often led to him pushing you up against the wall, your hands desperately exploring his bare chest. Whenever you saw him in his fire suit you felt heat building inside you that only he could extinguish, often celebrating his race results running to the locker room, or making out in the front seat of the car only to get disturbed by reporters wanting an interview. Which he would proudly take, introducing you as his amazing wife and the source of all his good luck.

- It was hardly surprising with the way you couldn't keep your hands off each other, that it was less than a year into your marriage that you found yourselves staring at a row of pregnancy tests, each with a positive symbol on it. You shared happy tears at the thought of your growing family, Jake already picturing himself building go karts with a mini version of you, and doing the school run in a specially made race car to impress their friends. He was already the most attentive husband you could imagine, but the thought of you carrying his child sent him into overdrive, his hands rarely leaving your body, your every need happily catered for. Jake had always wanted a family of his own, and the way your lives had joined together made him feel like everything was working out exactly as it should be, thanking the universe that all those years ago he had worn his ugly fake steak hat to buy a beer in a bar.

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Part 6

Rated M

The late bloomer 🌬🥀 Part 7

WARNINGS ⚠️ A/B/O themes (heat, knotting, ruts etc.), primal play, defined sub&dom roles, manipulation, toxic relationships, sadism, abuse, blood, Yandere undertones, mention (not graphically detailed or depicted) of traumatic events & bouts of physical violence.

A/N: This chapter contains some disgustingly love sick Soft Suki for you 🥺 Exposing some of a crucial plot point here too! It will reappear throughout the remainder of the story, along with better explanations. Enjoy this moment of calm sweetness, because things are about to blow up shortly 💥

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With the school week already coming to an end, you’d convinced Katsuki to allow you to go back to your bedroom. He’d begrudgingly agreed, deciding you guys would spend your final night nesting there, as he was escorting you down the empty hallway. You were shocked that he’d willingly left you alone as well. So while he went downstairs to cook, you happily took a nice long (SOLO, thank god) shower. Afterwards you’d found the time to give your mother a call.

Hello?

Hi mom, I ju-

I was wondering when you were finally going to call me! I wanted to give you guys time to settle down and rest before-

You already know? How the hell did-

Katsuki sent me a text, he didn’t say much but I was grateful for it regardless.

I’m sorry mom…it just came on out of nowhere! I felt so god awful, there was no way I could have even sent you a text, let alone try to call and explain what was happening.

I know sweetheart, been there done that…anyway!

*pause*

So how was it? Was it everything you dreamed it would be like? Did he make you see stars and sh-

MOM!

I’m sorry baby, I couldn’t resist! Had to tease you a little bit!

Oh very funny, you’re hilarious!

So you’re coming home for dinner on Saturday, Mitsuki and Masaru will be joining us of course, since the three of us want to see you two, now that you guys are officially mates, for traditions sake and all that jazz.

Three? Dad isn’t going to be-

Ah, he had somewhere he needed to be, had to leave the country for another meeting.

Oh…Okay then, what time are we supposed to be there?

7:00

Alright, well I’ll see you then mom…I love you

Love you too baby

Your dad was commonly absent these days; Maybe that’s why it had been so easy for Katsuki to swipe that Alpha position your life had been so sorely lacking. Come to think of it, how long had it been since you felt compelled to listen to a command your father had given? You didn’t have time to contemplate this, because a familiar booming voice reaching your ears from down the hallway.

“Oh shuddup will you?! That’s none of your business, nasty hag!”

You didn’t need to hear the other person’s retort to know who he was arguing with.

“Why would we want to come eat dinner with YOU? Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad with her mom, and of course dad, but not with a rude-“

“Hah?! I’d like to see you try!”

You open the door, before he’s forced to figure out how to unlock it himself with dish laden arms.

Muttering a quite “Thanks princess”, as he passes you to set dinner down on your desk. Being closer enables you to hear the loud “Is that Y/N? Give her the phone! I want to talk to my daughter, rather than my ungrateful god awful excuse for a son!”, blaring through his phone speaker. Clicking the dead bolt into place, you cross the room and hold out your hand to Katsuki just as he starts in; “No! She doesn’t wanna talk to you, and for that matter, neither do I! And don’t be calling her your daughter, because then people will think some weird incest shit is happening! You-“.

Snatching the phone from your furious mate you put it to your ear as you take a seat on your bed.

“Hi mom, it’s me now! Suki didn’t mean any of that, he’s just cranky from lack of sleep…you know how he can be”.

Contrary to popular belief, Mitsuki Bakugou isn’t hard to get along with…as long as she likes you and fortunately, she happens to ADORE you. Hence the reason you have no qualms at referring to her and Masaru as “mom & dad”, you’d been calling them that (at her insistence, and much too Katsuki’s dismay) since you were thirteen.

The woman immediately began to gush with congratulatory glee towards you and her son’s union;

“Your mother and I just always knew you two would end up together, before the signs began to show, her and I would make jokes about you guys being reincarnated lovers from another lifetime…we used to laugh at the thought”. She pauses, getting choked up for a minute before continuing,

“Katsuki loves you so much y/n, he always has…I know he’s a lot to deal with sometimes and if it ever gets to be a little too much, or you need someone to vent to, I want you to come to me okay?”. You took her words to heart, and at the time they didn’t seem too out of place in the conversation.

“I will mom…thank you so much for always being there for me throughout the years, I appreciate everything you guys have done for me” you dabbed at the corner of your eyes with your robe’s sleeve.

After that the conversation turned towards a short discussion of mundane things, and finally she asked if your mother had mentioned Saturday evening’s plan. To which you responded; “Yep she told me, we’ll be there at seven sharp”. Katsuki had apparently gotten fed up with being ignored in favor of you talking to his mother, so he began pawing at the sash of your robe. Despite your best efforts at pushing him away he was able to tug the knot loose and pounced at first sight of your bare breasts.

“-Ah! Hey mom I’m sorry but I-“

The phone was yanked out of your hand abruptly, “You’ve blabbered at her enough ya old hag, don’t you have friends your own age? You’ve taken up enough of MY nesting time with MY MATE so bye!” sneers Katsuki as he ends the call.

“You didn’t have to be so mean Katsuki…she’s just happy for us and wanted to let me know…since you can’t be respectful enough to just listen to her speak” you huffed as you fell back on your pillows. “Shuddup, it’s time to eat…no more talking about her or I’ll lose my appetite and I’m really hungry…RAVENOUS actually” he says as he places a kiss to each nipple before trailing them all the way down to your pelvis, “C’mon get up now”. Your whine is loud and pathetic when he completely and purposefully neglects to kiss your pussy.

“Eat all your food and I might consider giving you a treat…greedy little princess, must be spoiling you too much lately”

“Yeah, Yeah”

Shrugging your robe off you knelt down and picked it up, leaving it to hang over the back of your desk chair as you clicked off the lamp. Quickly turning on your twinkling fairy lights, you slid into bed with a sigh at the familiar comfort of being naked between your sheets.

“Sukiiii” you crooned at the familiar feeling building up in your lower region, what once was an inferno from hell, was now just a comfortable warm and tingling sensation. You hear him spit and turn off the sink, before emerging from the bathroom.

A familiar swagger in his step as he approached the bed, stopping to stare down at you. You smile up at him, batting your eye lashes as you admire the way his gym shorts hang so dangerously low, shamelessly exposing the blonde trail and the mouth watering V of his hips. So you didn’t notice him suddenly flipping the thin sheet off you. Until the slight chill in the air has you whimpering as your nipples peaked. This brief discomfort was brushed aside as soon his dick was freed, you put a hand out before he crawls into bed with you.

“What?”

“Please let me…”

You shuffle over to the edge of the bed turning horizontally so your face is line with his length.

“I think I should show you my appreciation for taking such good care of me this week” you say, as you take hold of his growing stiffy. Licking off the bead of pre cum at the tip, you began pumping your hand gently, making sure you twist your wrist slightly with each stroke, just how he likes.

“Fuck yeah” he groans “Always so good to me, m’pretty girl…m’ perfect girl”. You moan with satisfaction at the already light slur of his speech, knowing your efforts were having the desired effect. “Yer everything ta me baby…I mean it I-Holyfuckingshit” his speech is unintelligible as you begin taking him deeper down your throat.

He gathers your hair in one hand as he lightly starts jerking his hips forward.

“Touch that pretty pussy and get it ready for me angel, gonna fuck this gorgeous face in the mean time” you comply immediately, fingers working your clit with vigor as he fucks himself down your throat. Your whining and gagging when he wedges himself a little too deep, but years of being with Katsuki has crafted your deep throat game into the stuff of legends.

“Such a trooper baby…fuckin perfect goddammit y/n!” His exclamation has you jumping nervously and pulling away. Before you can inquire what you did, he’s ordering you “Get on your fucking back NOW!”:

Your spread legs are trembling as he looms over you menacingly.

What did you do?! How could you have upset him?

“I’m sorry I yelled like that…I didn’t mean to scare you, it’s just…” he doesn’t finish the thought. Large hands bend your legs at each knee, pushing them up towards your shoulders evenly. You hold them there, so he can spread you open and align himself properly.

“All this from sucking my cock? How lucky can I be hah?” He slaps the head against your clit before teasing your opening. You don’t even realize you’d been holding your breath as he entered you, not until you feel his hips slam against your’s sheething himself entirely.

Your Yelp is drowned out by his loud cursing, your he’s holding himself up over the top of you. The expression on his face looks pained, a drop of sweat runs down the side of his face, and you notice he’s trembling.

“Suki?” You reach out but stop short, suddenly afraid to touch him. Through your physical connection you can sense something buzzing beneath the surface, and it makes you almost want to recoil. “Please…PLEASE! Touch me! Just touch me! If you don’t, I dunno what I might do! It’s too much!” The fear he’s feeling is audible in his voice, this is the first time you’ve heard him sound so shaken. So you wrap your arms around him and pull him down to your chest, and before you can whisper any words of reassurance, you feel it too….

“What’s…happening?”

Your nails sink into the skin of his shoulders, the repeated twitching of your fingers causing them to sink in deeper “Katsuki”.

He lets out a content hum before responding, “You feel it now too?”.

You stay silent, overwhelmed and frightened.

“Y/N…You feel this right?”

…..

“Y/N…you feel this too…don’t you?”

You feel like a live wire touched your soul; Your entire body has an electric current flowing through it, your brain is firing much faster than ever before and if you could comprehend any rational thoughts you just might be a genius. You can’t though, all you can comprehend is the man staring at you desperately waiting for you to say something to him.

“I feel it”

This too big smile appears on his face and then he’s suddenly kissing all over yours, mumbling “I knew it, I knew it” and what your sure was “I’m not crazy, I knew it was real”. This was frightening, your emotions were completely out of your control.

“It’s okay nothing bad is going to happen to you okay? I’m here, we’re together now like we were always supposed to be…god I love you so much”.

How could he say that?

If he was feeling as unstable as you were right now….what if both of your quirks happen to activate? Both of you are overflowing with some sort of power…One alone would do significant damage, but both of them together would yield catastrophic results.

The thoughts disappeared as abruptly as they’d appeared to begin with as you catch sight of the bite mark you’d left on his neck.

Every part of you belongs to me…you are mine, and mine alone, FOREVER!

The thought fills you to the brim with joy and your suddenly bursting with unrestrained love.

“Katsuki I love you, love me please, make love to me! I just want..no I need to feel you loving me” you don’t know if you interrupted him speaking or if your words even make sense. You tried to relay it through the connection you were apparently sharing, apparently he understood you through one way or another.

He started moving; Thrusting his cock deeper into you as your legs wrapped around him. You held him as close to you as possible, while still allowing him to move comfortably.

“Tell me what you feel baby, tell me everything” he needn’t elaborate, you immediately began spilling your guts.

“I feel…electricity…mixed with every single emotions Ive felt for you since we were kids…all those feelings are built up inside of me and it’s like my heart is about to burst! At the same time I feel all this power surging through me at the tips of my fingers and toes, like a single touch could just destroy everything if you weren’t here grounding me” you both moan in unison as he hits that particular spot inside of you. Stopping his thrusts he just rolls his hips forward and back, moving them in a circle and then alternating between the two. Each time the head of his cock presses into that spot and your seeing stars.

“The first time I felt this was when we were six years old wrestling in my back

Yard, do you remember that day?”

“Yeah, all the sudden you freaked out and pushed away from me…then you ran inside and wouldn’t come out of your room”

You’d been so sad that evening, thinking you had hurt him or upset him somehow. You had sobbed to your mother from the time you got home to the time you fell into a fit full sleep.

“Whenever we have prolonged skin to skin contact, this shit happens to me…Not when we’re just holding hands or something but touching somehow-Fuckkk” he growls biting his lip as your walls start clenching around his cock.

“Why didn’t you ever tell me?”

You hated the idea of him dealing with this all alone, no wonder he thought he was crazy.

“I was just waiting to see if eventually you’d experience it…before you thought I was a fuckin’ psycho Or obsessed with touching you, I dunno dammit!” He huffs before continuing his shallow thrusts, teasing you “It wasn’t ever THIS strong before, but it’s increased over the years, now it’s barely containable”.

Despite the pleasure fueled haze you’ve been stuck in, you notice something eerie. The smile Katsuki is wearing isn’t one you ever remember seeing before an instantly a feeling of cold dread creeps up your spine.

“I’ve never gotten the chance to see how much stronger my quirk could possibly be when I’m feeling like this” his fingers brush over his mark on your neck, before their encircling and squeezing your throat.

“Could you imagine that princess? Imagine this feeling manifesting into something greater than either one of us would ever possibly have become on our own?”

The look on his face is becoming more deranged, the black of his pupils expanding over the red of his irises.

“To think that having you, owning you mind, body, and soul could have created something so amazing…it’s unreal..incredible…What if I’d of let someone else get ahold of you? Then what would have happened?”.

These aren’t questions for you to answer, so you stare up at him, trying hard not to let your fear bleed outward.

“Of course plenty of dumb mother fuckers tried, even after I thought I’d sent that first message out so clearly, when you first tried to fuck around with my feelings”

You don’t remember what he’s referring to, you’ve never played him before…never even considered such an awful thing.

The hand on your throat gives another subtle squeeze, as he resumes dragging his cock in and out of you at an agonizing pace. Gradually speeding up as you begin to plead, he’d purposely been keeping you just at the edge of release. This build up was maddening in itself.

“Katsuki…please”

His thrusts switch to quick and painfully deep each times he bottoms out. Before you know it, tears are dribbling down your cheeks. You just wanted to enjoy making love with your mate, your best friend, your everything…and now it was falling apart.

“Don’t look so sad baby…it’s okay I promise, you need me to slow down?”

That did somewhat help.

“I love you more than anyone or anything in this whole world, I’ll never abandon you ever…you’ll always stay beside me for the rest of our lives” the words are so heartfelt and you can’t help but lose yourself in the intensity of his oh so love sick gaze. It’s hypnotizing, drawing you in deeper with every unintentionally soliloquy, every promise of undying devotion.

It’s like you can feel your very souls twisting and tying themselves together into a knot for all eternity.

All you needed was right here in bed with you, conjoined with your body.

Every one of your senses perceived the entirety of him, everything inside you felt tied to him.

Katsuki is everything…everything was & always will be Katsuki and you were just fine with that.

For now anyway.

✨Did you guys like the little animation thing I made this time & last time? Please let me know what you thought of them! I really wanna start doing these more often, maybe not every update, but for ones with certain photos/gif’s I find/make or have saved that assist with the imagery of the story✨

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THE SMUT PILE SECRET SANTA

Golden Eyes

Demon!Kuroo Tetsurou x Female Reader  

Rating: E for explicit | Don’t read this if under eighteen.

Note: HOE HOE HOE INDEED! HAHAHAHA 

This is my secret santa gift for my dear elf Alisha -- @rivendell101​! I do hope you enjoy, I just tried to channel all of Kuroo’s wicked energy into this and sprinkled it with our beloved monsterfucking. Sorry for all the questions, I just wanted to surprise you but also include only things you’d like. ;-; Hope you enjoy and MERRY SMUTMAS <3

Big thanks and lots of kisses to my dear Tay @deathcab4daddy who read this, betaed, and said it wasn't the train wreck I thought it was 😂🥺😘💕

Warnings: This is loosely inspired by the manhwa DEAR DOOR, by Pluto, from which the art above is also from (Satan is fucking hot)! Monsterfucking - Demon. Use of tongue and tail in a very uh naughty way. Magic makes you horny at some point (tho i don’t think is dub-con?), but just to be sure Magic Manipulation. Assplay with tongue and finger penetration. Denials, oh so many denials. Sprinkle of spanking. Soft pain play. Overstim. Oral sex. Rough sex. CHOKING. BITING. MARKING. Demon uhhhh lure? aijaisajisj He’s seducing you with his devilish powers. CORRUPTION. RELIGIOUS BLASPHEMY (sorry jesus).

Word count: ~7.4k. I can’t write anything short, why?!

“So… you’re a demon?” You ask, weirdly not completely panicking over the fact that this brick wall of a man showed up out of nowhere in the middle of your living room as if this were just another Sunday night. The stranger smiles your way with a lopsided grin and the shivers that run through your body seem to support his affirmation.

“Did the horns give it away?” The dark-haired demon asks, with a smile that could make him the single male model of some sin’s propaganda. Your eyes flick to his tail, long and thick, moving calmly in waves behind him, and come up to the unbelievably wide black wings sprouting from his back and threatening to blow a hole in your ceiling. 

“Sure,” You say while your eyes come back to his face, taking a second look at the long, twisted black horns sprouting from his high forehead and mixing with his thick raven hair. “Let’s say it’s the horns.”

He snickers but his golden stare is very much sharp on you. Even before it pinned you in place you had found that your legs had begrudgingly refused to move in front of the massive presence in your living room. 

“You’re an interesting little thing, aren’t you?” He muses out loud, his arms crossing in front of his body while one hand cradles his own face while he looks down at you. The gold irises glint in the dark like a beacon, the small crystal-like black pupil like that of a wild animal. “Normally people would have been screaming by now. Or passing out. Maybe running.” He doesn’t move from where he stands, but his sentient tail floats over to you, lightly caressing the side of your face as a child stroking their pet; it moves under your chin, over your jaw and cheekbone, pats your hair back, and comes to circle your throat. 

It doesn’t squeeze -- but the threat is pretty much clear.

“I don’t think my legs can move.” You tell him in a breathless voice, panic eating away at the corners of your sanity the more you stare at the insanity in front of you. A monstrosity of man with a tail and wings to crown it swaying in your living room as if it’s all okay, as if this is real life. You shudder in place, a whole-body wave of dread that moves along your body and makes you tremble as all the hair on your being stands in place. He grins down at you, wicked and pretty, a cheshire air of mischief in the way his golden irises glint in the dark background of his eyes and mingle with the dim lit room to go with the roll of white pearls of sharp-looking teeth in his mouth.

“Am I dreaming?” Your thoughts escape from your lips in a breath as his tail grounds you to reality, burning hot and heavy around your neck. It contrasts awkwardly with the image in front of you, which your brain keeps trying to deny as true, but the weight of his tail pulls you from the edge of disbelief and pins you in place, your limbs turning cold as you feel unable to move. “Or am I going insane, somehow?”

“Do you think your brain is failing you, little one?”

“Well, seems like the logical reason why there’s a winged man in my living room. With horns and-- a tail.” Your voice stops and you gulp right before your eyes snap once again to his devilish black and golden eyes. “Wait. Are you a demon? Is… a demon in my living room?” The more you speak the least sense it makes. The thing in front of you seems to be very amused by the twinges of panic and disbelief coloring your voice and expression. “Why?”

He smirks and his wings do a fluttering thing before they curve inside his back, two massive black things even when they’re closed. “Must be your lucky day.”

You snort even through your scared haze. “Not exactly what one thinks when considering demons.”

“Ah, bad rep.” Kuroo says and he floats as if he’s sitting on a chair, his legs crossing as he supports an elbow on his thigh and his face on his hand. It’s both parts unnerving and enthralling, and you’re struck with the fact of how big he is once again. “God’s marketing team is hella good. We get the rep for everything going on now-- the crops died? Oh, the devil. Psycho kid? Demoniac. Fucked up government? Send from hell. Sex? Devilish.” He sighs, his pretty lips jutting in a pout as his beautiful face falls into a tired mask. “It’s tiresome to be the poster-boys to all things wicked.”

“Well, seems like you do the part just fine.” You hide yourself through some small sarcasm, as you grumble the remark.

“Hah.” His sharp teeth flash in the dark at the barked laugh, a gasped sound as if he truly found your remark funny. “We get used to it,” He nods your way and then shrugs, a never-leaving smirk on his lips. “And I like the style.”

“Sure,” you say, despite the clear unconvinced tone of your voice as your eyebrows shut up slowly, eating the distance from your hairline until you blink and tiptoe around your next words, “not to be rude, Mr. Demon--”

“Call me Kuroo.” He cuts you off charmingly, as one would in flirting; a playful arch in his brows as his smile spreads just that bit more over his face. You just now realize the appeasing traces of it, the sharp angle of his jaw, the high of his square cheekbones, and the elegant line of his nose; then your eyes fly over the protruding circles of his horns, and your eyes go round almost involuntarily. 

“Okay…” It breaches your lips along with a puff of breath. You blink a few times before continuing, still doubting your own eyes as they thread over the massive monster in front of you. You wonder if he’d look better if he’s bent to your height, but then again that wouldn’t do much about those broad shoulders, engulfing your wall where he stands. “Not to be rude, Mr. Kuroo, but…” you steady yourself with a deep breath before continuing, your hand flying to press against your eyes before you can reopen then and see the exact same thing from before -- a demon in your house. “What the fuck you’re doing here, exactly?” 

He smiles, pleased with your cussing, apparently. Then his eyes turn focused, predatory,  and they’re locked on you.

“I’ve come to offer a deal, little one.”

“A deal?” You parrot, lost in the pull of those golden eyes.

“Yes,” Kuroo smirks, lips splitting unnaturally over sharp canines. He keeps floating in his position, face supported on a big, clawed, hand. “And a quite good one, too.” 

“You… You’re at my home, to offer me a deal, right after the small rant on Devil’s bad marketing.” You list the things, doubt thick in your voice.

Kuroo smiles, but it looks wrong. “Yes, dear.” 

“Okay,” You risk, though it comes out as a question. Kuroo seems pleased, though. “Go ahead, I guess?”

“I need something from you.”

“Oh shit, is this the soul thing?” Your eyes widened again, hands coming to stand protectively in front of you even as you doubt you could do much to fend him off if he wanted to do you harm. “I’ve seen Supernatural, I’m not selling my fucking soul okay?!”

“Chill, kitten, I don’t really mind your soul.” He’s rather nonchalant, golden eyes completing a circle along his eyeballs before they fall once again on you while Kuroo comes out from his floating position to pace calmly over to you. Then, his sharp teeth split his face wickedly in two, an alluring characteristic in the way his lips form an overconfident grin as he bends over you in your place on the couch. “It’s your body I’m interested in.”

“My… body?” 

“Have you ever heard of hell portals?” His face engulfs your line of vision as his tail angles your head back to look up at him, a clawed finger gliding over your jawline at that.

“No? Should I? Who do you think I am to know about hell doors?” It happens again, your thoughts slipping through your lips at the same rate as you think them, the sarcastic tone of your mind also dripping out much as if that had been your intention all along. 

He seems rather happy at that, too.You wonder if he’s prying the truth from you somehow. “Well, you’re one.”

“What?” You ask, stupidly, as his face gets further from you and he straightens back into his full height.

“A door, to hell.” Kuroo finishes, cheerfully. It looks, once again, wrong on his face, as if it's more of a threat than a joke. 

 The seconds pass by as falling rocks over metal, loud and rattling, a restless moment in which you keep staring at the monster --demon-- face and even as his horns stay in place and his curved wings twitch, it stills feels wholly detached from reality; an insane, out of this plane moment in which you doubt your whole being - your eyes and your ears and your brain and your skin, where the weight and warmth of his tail still surrounds your neck.

“Now I know I’m losing my mind.” You murmur to yourself as you can’t make peace between reality and, well, this reality. 

“Ah, you humans are such disbelievers. I’m here in front of you, saying you’re a portal, and you still doubt your own eyes as if they’re the origin of your offense.” Kuroo mocks you, crossing his arms in front of his body and for a second your eyes linger on the blackness of his clawed hands, the weird way they’re shaped as if something is enveloping them, elongating claws on the point of his fingers with the color of a moonless night. Still, the acidic tone in his voice makes you perk up with infuriating annoyance, and it seeps from you at the same rate as it fills you. 

“Well, sorry if it’s hard for me to believe I’m a fucking hell portal.” You sass him, fiery eyes closing on gold. It’s even more annoying that he smiles through your taunt. “Ten minutes ago I didn’t even believed in hell.”

“You can keep doubting if you want. Aren’t you doing so even when you see me here? All I need is passage and then you’ll be free to doubt once again,” his eyes glow brighter as he closes in on yours in a way that has you swaying in place, a vexatious air around him that’s unmistakable; but then again he is a demon, so maybe that’s just the norm. “That is… if you want.”

A shiver runs down your spine at the promise in his voice, and your own trembles when you ask, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“That this can be a one-time thing -- or not.” 

You blink, a bit lost. 

“What’s this, exactly?” Your brain pulses in pain at the quantity of information it has to make sense and still try to understand. It’s too much and soon you’re pressing your hands on your face in frustration, “Dude, you’re not making sense.”

“It’s easy.” Kuroo says and suddenly you’re yanked up by thin air, floating in front of his fingers at his will as he twirls your body in the air as if you’re some sick kind of roulette. “Inside you, there’s a portal. I’ll activate it, and go to hell. In exchange, I’ll give you something.” As he speaks, clawed hands slowly and maliciously thread over the valley of your breasts and then down your middle, his golden eyes like a lighthouse to your wandering attention. “Something I know you desire, but you may not even know so. May not even accept yourself.” As his fingers approach the appex of your sex, you’re rounded in the air abruptly and set right on your feet in front of him, safe and sound and dizzy, feeling like prey to those eyes. “It may be this single time, or, if you accept my deal, it can be more.”

You breathe some big gulps of air before speaking in a wavering voice, “Something I wish? And you won’t tell me what that would be?”

“Essentially, you know. You just may be in… denial.” His eyes flash that golden glint once again, twirling molten pools of liquid sun on his face. Their constant, slow motion never-ending circles seeping inside your consciousness, making your mind blank, slowly flowing into a haze in which you feel lost but safe; warmth flowing from it over you as if you’re being dipped in melted honey, weighted down but comfortable, as moving against warm waves in a tropic beach. 

It tips from your mouth as you’re swimming in the molten pools of gold, pulled out from your body as the warm breath from your lungs, heated and pliant. “Okay.”

The spell crashes as his grin spreads through his face, the self-satisfied smirk of a cat who got its prey. Just as you’re burning in embarrassment and ready to cancel whatever that was you just said yes to, a sudden wave of warmth spreads from your face to your feet, your hair undulating at the force it hits you, and travelling so quickly you can feel the way your toes curve while a buzz crosses them, a pleasant but foreign thrill settling in your bones. You send him a nasty glare. 

“The fuck have you done to me?”

“Me? Nothing, kitten.” Kuroo tells you but everything from his expression, to his stance and the fucking satisfied smirk he sports tell you it’s a lie. Your glare turns worse. His lips are curved up in a telling manner but he concedes with a tilt of his head.  “I just lowered your inhibitions, relax.”

“Why would you do that?” The questions zap from your mouth just as you think it, and in a fleeting thought you wonder if that isn’t exactly what he meant. 

“I told you, I’m going to give you what you want.” Kuroo says as he stops in front of you, a sexy, powerful sway in the way he moves and towers over you that you can’t help but appreciate. “But I need you to accept your darker wishes,” It’s a murmur, raspy in his deep voice, and you breathe the words in as the indecent, luscious feeling swell inside your being and seems to find it’s home in your chest-- and drip from your sex. “And then embrace me.”

“I don’t want you.” You tell him, but it comes breathless, weak, and as Kuroo’s golden eyes pierce yours, you can feel as he pinpoints your lie. 

“Then let’s change that, shall we?” 

He wastes no time in maneuvering you into his arms, pulling you through thin air until his feral hands close around your middle and neck. Kuroo tilts your head back while grazing a single clawed finger over your pulse-point and up to your jawline, and then his breathing comes loud and misty against your bared skin. 

“Wait--” You plead as your breath comes in long puffs and when you wet your lips before continuing, a freakishly long, wet and hot tongue comes to lick a big stripe of your skin and you yelp loudly, “-- the fuck!” 

Kuroo, on the other hand, literally hums approvingly and brings his nose to glide over your skin, soft breathing as his hands pull you closer into his massive chest. You realize now, at the proximity,  just how big and broad he is, somehow between terrifying and uncanningly acceptable. 

His body runs hot, the temperature difference between yours quite clear when your skin feels so heated by his touch, clothes you found nice now feeling constricting the more of you that touches him. 

The planes of his chest are hard and toned, lean muscle and strength as he moves you up without effort, your feet dangling way above the ground and still no hint of struggle as he supports your weight. As you get closer, those yellow irises centered in black globes seem to pry inside your mind, big and all encompassing; it makes something coil in your chest, much like panic but tame as agitation.

“Wait--” You breathe out and look down, shocked at the distance you found yourself from the ground. Something crawls from your chest as a distressed groan, “I--” 

Kuroo tilts your head back and -- not without sending you a smirk -- delves down to close your lips together.

Whatever you were expecting, it wasn’t this -- you’re swept away by the kiss, amazed at how well your mouths work together, how perfectly plush and soft his thin lips feel on yours, how pleasing the motions of his tongue are against yours, how tasteful his movements are, and before long, you’re breaking the kiss but because you need to breathe, to pull some air inside yourself to battle the haze settling in your mind.  

It does nothing to aid you though.

Your body feels achingly flushed, avid, weirdly pliant and it is with mild surprise that you feel yourself drooling inside your panties. Something tells you to be indignant, to kick him, to bite and claw, but instead you’re sighing the weakest of noises, spiralling back to his expert lips, falling deeper inside the slow seduction that this demon offers.

Kuroo moves you calmly, his big, searing hot hands threading across your body and working goosebumps in it’s trail even as all he does is touch you over your clothes. Your hands, previously abandoned by the side of your body start to move up his body, spreading your small palms over his chest, and instead of pushing him off, you’re pulling him closer, opening your mouth wider, your legs hiking over his side as if you’re begging for the moment he’ll pick you up.

“Hmm, what a nice little thing you are.” Kuroo murmurs over your lips, taking in the wrecked expression you sport with just a kiss. “So honest, too.” His claws glide over your thigh, hiked on his side. It doesn’t hurt, but the feeling of something sharp sliding against your skin makes your heart rate pick up and your panties grow wetter.

“You’ll like this too, kitten, don’t worry.” His syrupy voice enchants you as he hooks a razor-sharp claw on the side of your shorts, threads up slowly and precise until the ripping sound breaks through your haze. When you look down, your hooded eyes turn wide, taking in the fact he just ripped your shorts and how easily they slide to the ground once they’re free from your hiked leg. The panties stay, but they’re not exactly much. 

“Hey!” You turn to look up at him, puffed cheeks in indignation, and one of his hands yanks your head back, angling your body in a arch as his other hand glides over your thigh to your lower belly, sharp thumb swiftly climbing up your body and with such, ripping your comfy t-shirt. The feeling of something scratching along your middle and the valley of your breasts make your breathing catch up on your lungs, too afraid it will press enough to hurt if you move. You never knew a menace could be this seductive.

Still, the anticipation coils inside you, pours from between your legs as your skin feels too small to hold all the feelings cursing to you, your breasts heavy and your lips falling open in a breath that Kuroo drinks from your lips, attentive and dedicated as his tongue comes out and slides over your lips.

His eyes glint in the dark, sharp and focused. 

“You know what? I think I’ll like you.”

 The air feels cold on your heated skin, especially when he holds you so close. Small trembles pass through your frame as you melt inside his kiss, falling deeper inside the pleasure he offers you and Kuroo barely started. Your nipples perk up without attention and when his rough palm rolls over them, their new-found sensitivity makes it impossible for you to not let out a sound. It’s something meek and surprised, but Kuroo seems proud of it and decided to pull more out of you. 

Magically, you’re yanked up, floating until your middle is at the height of his neck. 

“Hey! What are you doing?” Your head is millimeters from hitting the ceiling, your hands touching it as a way to protect yourself, you throw a nasty glare down at his face just for him to make a half-circle in the air and your upper body be launched behind. 

“No!” You’re laying on thin air -- your heart beating so fast your blood pulses in your head as you look over your shoulder and notices just how impossible is the situation going on, where you’re levitating a few meters from the ground. 

If he stops now, would you go down crashing? Would you die from such a fall? Questions swirl in your mind enough for you to forget whats going on - the way a sharp claw swiftly cuts the side of your panties - until something wet, firm and long prods on your dripping folds.

“What--” Your first action is to hitch your neck up so you can confirm that it is what you think it is, and, granted, Kuroo is slowly prying you open, his huge tongue threading on your most sensitive parts. As he laps a long stripe down your pussy, he looks up at you in flashing gold, seeming extremely pleased. 

Kuroo winks at you, depraved.

Your blood is rushing through your veins at such a haste that you feel dizzy, and your whole body is fervent as something very loud breaks through your lips as Kuroo’s tongue moves and presses on your slit, circles your clit, and moves in serpentine movements along your puffy cunt. 

You didn’t realize before how the texture of his tongue was a bit rugged but now you’re suffering the full extent of its benefits as he eats you out sloppily, enough that you’re dripping down on the carpet as his monstrously long and dexterous tongue plays with your cunt as if that’s his sole mission on earth. Kuroo hums against your clit, makes your whole body tremble with it, and at some point, he manages to press his tongue flat against your clit and still reach enough that it dips softly inside your entrance, slowly and deliciously prying the inner ring of your sex open, then broader.

You can’t help the noises falling from your lips and when one of his rough, clawed hands close around your breast, the pressure inside you peaks and you’re panicking at how close you are to your first orgasm, from his tongue alone, at an impossible long and sentient… demon tongue. 

But he retreats just as your mouth falls open, your throat constricted by the scream that instead becomes an indignated gasp. “Fuck--! I was--”

“Hmmm, I know.” Kuroo answers you, his hands coming to hold your thighs open as you tremble from the effort. His thumb pulls your cunt lips apart and his golden eyes glint, fierce and pleased at the same time. “Aren’t you an interesting plaything? Skyrocketing into pleasure head first when I was just getting a taste.” He licks his lips, his canines making an appearance as his ridiculous long tongue cleans his face and chin where your juices have leaked to. 

His grin should be illegal. “Delicious, by the way. But I’m not ready to end this so fast.”

“End this… fast?” You ask, still having difficulty in thinking straight when you’re floating up in the air with your legs spread open in front of his face, his thumbs spreading you open as if you’re his meal and he likes to play before eating.

“Maybe we should go somewhere more comfortable.” Kuroo muses out loud and before you can blink you’re falling, screaming in your surprise until you bounce on the comfortable cushion of your bed. The air is knocked out of you in a oof, but Kuroo just looks down at you happily, his smile still looking mischievous as if that’s his whole personality trait.

You know what, maybe it is.

“Warn a girl.” You tell him, and he winks your way, just as he pulls your naked body to the edge of the bed.

“Consider yourself warned: i’m about to eat you up.”

His massive hands engulf you and arch your body into his eager mouth, where his tongue lavish at your sex in a way that has you feeling as if they everywhere and at the same time. The muscle is thick and long, firm as it presses from your entrance to your clit, as it rounds your sensitive spot and slithers down through your pussy lips, slurping it with his lips as his wicked tongue never stops its prodding.

One of his hands circles your body, closes around your breast and tweeks your hard nipple between his thumb and forefinger, painfully, deliciously, something obscene curling inside you at the way the feelings mix, the pain and the bliss and it doesn’t help that Kuroo moves his mouth to the sensitive and fragile skin of your inner thighs and build a whole trail of bite marks and throbbing hickeys. 

Something firm, large and hot slither up your body, circling a breast but finding it’s home at a circle around your neck -- his tail -- and the more vocal you become, the more it seems to close around your throat, your heart beating on your fingertips as they claw at anything of Kuroo’s you can reach, hazy and breathless at the way he discloses your wicked desires so plainly, the way his every move seems to discover layer after thick layer of temptations that you have hidden so deep with partners before.

“Such a pretty little thing you are,” Kuroo coos to you when he presses a thick finger past the tight ring of your cunt. “So honest and eager,” It moves, prods, another one joins and soon they’re scissoring against your walls, opening your tender flesh so he can sink himself in further. 

The mere thought has you moaning out loud -- unbelievable and yet, you feel how your arousal drips from your cunt to your thighs.

 “Ahhhh~” Kuroo exhales as his tongue laps a long stripe of your juices. “So pure.” He says against your pussy lips, kissing them and then letting his long tongue slide further until it prods between the cheeks of your ass, immediately falling into circular motions on the furl of muscle. You yelp but midway it becomes an embarrassing moan. “This just makes me wanna ruin you more.”

It’s too much -- he has to know it’s too much, and as Kuroo curves his fingers just right inside your sloppy cunt and his tongue breaches just the tiniest bit the resistance of your ass, your eyes are falling open in huge plates, a long moan of his name on your tongue as you’re so close to cumming you can practically taste the high already.

“No, not now.” Kuroo chastises you as he retreats his tongue and fingers from you, the arch of your body ready to snap curling in a tremble of a denied release.

“Too soon, kitten. I want to savor this.” His tone comes out between pleased and patronizing, and it makes your cunt clench, empty. 

You heave, unfocused eyes blinking the wicked golden away. “What--” A deep breath. “What do you want from me?”

“Wrong question, kitten.” Kuroo tells you just as his massive frame bends over you, the wicked eyes seducing you in once again -- not that they ever stopped. “Now that I got a taste,” He murmurs practically against your lips, and you lick where his breath hits, captivated, “I want all of you.”

 He lets you fall on the bed once again and maneuvers your body without difficulty until your ass is high in the air and your thighs are spread, his tail lighter around your throat, fondly slithering on your jaw. His knee presses on the mattress until it squeaks and his hands massage from your thighs to your ass, prying it open and kneading it with hard, powerful hands.

“Beautiful.” He praises you and you swear your pussy throbs and flutters hard enough to make a gushing noise. By the way Kuroo snickers, it may be true. 

His tongue is the first thing you feel right after his laboured breathing on your cunt. It pries you open, thick muscle sliding inside you, big and wet and dexterous and you’re moaning against the mattress in seconds. 

Kuroo seems pleased even though all he does is hum, his large hands press on your back and the other opens your cheeks wide for his assault. Something hot prods your asshole, and you’re surprised at how careful his fingers can be while maneuvering the wetness left by his tongue there. They move slowly but surely as he presses and retreats, opening you from two fronts and still seemingly not enough.

He decides to change, his tongue coming out of your sex and then sliding to your ass as his thumbs open your lips for him to watch as he dips two big fingers inside your cunt. The stretch, the massive pleasure of being assaulted by both ends make you clench and cream around his digits, once again climbing up the familiar euphoric road. 

This time, however, Kuroo stops you differently.

His hard, heavy hand falls on your ass cheeks forcefully in what must be his intention of being light. You yelp loudly and groan, somehow caught between winding down and flying right over the edge. 

“Oh, hoho~” Sounds from his voice and he descends his hand once again on your ass, heavy and startling. It sounds so loud and so lewd in the empty room, your whole being burns in place, trembling from the effort of holding yourself in all fours and the pure elation growing inside you, spreading from your fingertips to the depraved center of your being. 

As the sting settles in your senses, it winds down your orgasm but makes a renewed wave drip from your cunt and down your thigh. You’re surprised at how it excites you, the pain, but fuck it still stings. His hand falls on your ass a couple more times but then his hot palms knead the stinging flesh, an exquisite feeling spreading over you as it throbs and burns and you melt.

“Ugh! Fuck!” You groan, biting the mattress, unable to tell him to stop and too embarrassed to tell him to keep going.

“You really are a nice plaything, aren’t you?” Kuroo asks but it seems as if it's more for himself, his digits collecting your wetness as he dips once again inside your cunt, spreading his fingers apart and sliding a third inside just as his thumb circles your clit lightly and you howl, sensitive and wanton, too eager into tasting bliss.

This time, at least you’re half-conscious he’s not letting you cum. Kuroo stops, leaving you clenching for something, anything and gives you nothing. His immoral smirk seems to sound in the air, much as the way his tail leaves your throat to circle your hair and yank you back, stuffing your open mouth with the fingers that were just inside you. You lap obediently at them and he groans in your ear, teeth nibbling at your skin. It’s almost as if he’s tempted.

“We’re almost ready, kitten.” He tells you with a hoarse voice, all sin and flames, “Hold on.”

“Ready?” You question poorly with a mouth stuffed of fingers, but he understands and nods your way, his tongue licking the spit that starts dripping from the corner of your mouth at how broad his fingers open it. 

You don’t see if Kuroo undress or if he just magically gets naked behind you, the startling thing being the incredible feeling of his hot skin on yours, the dazzling feeling of his hard planes of muscle on your back, the sublime sight of his skin marked by faint scars; When you feel the scalding, throbbing thick member at the side of your thigh, however, you have to look back. 

“Oh my God,” You murmur at the sight of his cock. It’s proportional to his form, but that just means it’s ridiculously big, a veiny, swollen thing that seems looming as it stands close to you, and it clicks in your slow mind just what he meant by almost ready.

“Nope, I’m on the other team here.” Kuroo grins at you as he turns you with your back on the bed, spreads you on the cushion until your thighs hurt from the effort. His tail sways behind him as if to paint a scene, and you realize his wings are nowhere to be seen now, “Though I do think it’s some kind of poetic justice to have you screaming and blaspheming jesus while I fuck you silly.”

The higher part of your cheekbones alights with flames at the implication and you gasp back the words you planned on speaking when Kuroo’s hand pivots your lower back up to his mouth and closes his efforts on your neglected clit as his freak thick tongue enters you in one go.

You cannot explain the sensation of such a soft muscle invading your walls, or the way in which it seems to focus so expertly on your weak spots, but you’re too wound up not to fall head first into rapture. 

When he stops this time, you actually curse him, in the most wrecked sound that has ever left your lips.

“Ughhhhhhh--Fuck you!”

The bastard laughs, debauched, then deposits a kiss over your pussy as his golden eyes fix on you. “Now you’re ready.”

Kuroo adjusts until you’re both at the bed, pulling you up on his powerful thighs until his cock bounces over your navel and reaches way too high for you to actually be calm. But then he retreats his hips, bent over you so his lips can steal the air from your lungs just as his large hand palms at your breasts and his tail slither by your side. 

“Try not to cum too fast, kitten.”

“Easier said than done,” you grumble back against his lips and let yourself fall into the ruthless ecstasy of being spread open on his cock. His lips thread on the side of your jaw, under your neck, biting and sucking on your skin as his hands divide themselves between holding you up and pawing at every bit of you they can reach.

Everything feels so good, as if he knows your inner thoughts by hint alone -- your toes curl at each newfound area that receives his onslaught, you’re contorting at how good his mouth feels on your pulsepoint as he slowly starts to sink his cock inside you. It’s a weird feeling, to feel so full and yet still so eager, but you’re welcoming him at each torturous inch he manages to squeeze inside your tight walls. Your body trembles from the effort, Kuroo’s tongue slides from your neck to your nipple as his hand climbs up and settles around your throat, his fingers enveloping your neck.

Your heart picks up enough that you feel it beating on your ears as you search for his eyes and finally you’re pinned in place under the sharp gold and their twisted intent. 

“Scream for god if you want me to stop.” Is the warning he gives you before his fingers start constricting around your neck, your airways blocked as your chest starts to heave. And in between the small twinge of anxiousness and alarm, you realize just how much that entices you, how much it makes you burn and crave. Somehow you feel corrupted, falling into desires that threaten to peel you apart and leave you exposed.

Kuroo’s cock keeps slowly stretching your insides and his tongue twirls your nipple, your lungs burning for air and your eyes rolling inside your skull as you skyrocket into blissful free-fall. 

“Oh, hell yes.” You listen but don’t register as your body seems to be crushed under the massive pressure of your climax, burning and bright, sound ringing in your head that you come to find out it’s from your hoarse moan, your breathing laboured as Kuroo allows you to suck in air during your peak.

It dawns on you as you’re coming back to your body that theres a twinge of soft pain indicating Kuroo has bottomed out, his muscular thighs pressing flush against yours, the feeling incredible but fuck so much right now. 

As Kuroo nestles himself entirely inside of you, you feel as if your focus shifts, the task to not concentrate all of your attention on the massive hot cock spliting you in two is difficult. Your body feels tight, and not just from your fluttering walls that are constricting around him.

Kuroo sends you a big smile above your head, twinkling eyes in the dark. “Now, hold on.”

You do your best to do so, your arms latching onto him with all the strength you can muster as his hips retreat and then slam back inside you. You’re jolted at each push and pull, the sensual motions so depraved as the noises echo in the room, and you’re dragged into the ferocious pleasure that threatens to overwhelm you, and despite the fact you’ve cum just few moments before, as his tail slides between your bodies and circles and pats at your clit, you’re screaming and, quite unbelievably, cumming again.

“Now we’re very ready.” Kuroo says in a grunt above you, shameless grin as his eyes do their golden thing once again. He lets you stop trembling, peppering small kisses along your collarbone until you’re breathing normally again, but something tells you you’re just being fooled. 

“What?” You tiredly question, the feeling of dread confirming your suspicion.

“We have the whole night ahead of us, little one.” Kuroo nudges at the side of your face, bites softly at the junction of your jaw. “Or we could have more. All you need to do is say yes and i’ll mark you nice and easy here--” His teeth softly nibble on your pulsepoint, “and you’ll be mine.”

“Oh, god.” 

“Haha, wrong again.” His eyes pierce yours, swirling gold as molten honey dripping over your body and weighting your mind down. “Go ahead, tell me what you want.”

It tips out, softly and raw, and you have to close your eyes to hide your emotion. “To belong.”

“Oh, my little thing.” Kuroo softly murmurs on your ear, “Belong to me, then.”

You’re swaying despite lying down, something big and heavy coiling inside your chest as you blink, “I don’t want to belong to someone who isn’t mine.”

It’s a big truth to leave out -- the need for companionship, but a mutual one, a lasting one, a trusting one. You don’t want to be alone, but you also don’t want to have someone who doesn’t belong to you, too. 

Kuroo just smiles, golden eyes on yours, melting you from the fierceness alone. “Exactly,” he speaks against your lips, the taste of his breath on your tongue and you eagerly gulp it down, wickedly licking at his lips. “But i’ll be yours, too.”

In your hazed state, that’s all you need to hear, so you just shyly nod -- and Kuroo growls, angles your head to the side, and sears a marking bite on your neck -- deep, and painful. You mewl, body arching into his touch, and his tongue laps at the fresh wound, making it nice and numb.

“Now, let’s go to the main course.” Kuroo gives you no rest, retreating his hips and slamming back inside. “Don’t forget to breathe!” He teases between your moans. 

Once the fucking starts, it’s a frantic mess, and it goes on forever until the mere feeling of Kuroo’s cock leaving your heat is enough to make you whimper at the loss. The feeling of him inside your walls, a thing that mingles with your being, seares your memory until you cannot remember the feeling of not being split open on his thick cock. As you melt away from the overstimulation of having no rest while Kuroo contently and incessantly keeps pistoning inside you, your painful pleasure mixes until you’re climbing into something that feels weirdly uncanny, your mind -- or is it your body? -- twirls inside itself as if there’s something more than just sweet release ready to burst out. 

Kuroo has made you both teeter on the edge of pleasure and fall into it so many times you can’t differentiate the feelings that come now, this sensation of something being pulled out of you like the many orgasms he caused.

“Hmmm… Yes, my time is coming.” Kuroo groans, his hips movements turning sloppy, apparently displeased with his fucking being cut short while you very much suck a thankful breath at being able to rest. Kuroo’s teeth descend on your neck once again, his hot tongue over the pulsating mark of his bite and you feel him shudder and groan your name as he finally - finally - peaks, the feeling of hot spurts spreading inside you. 

As he cums, Kuroo brings a finger to rub over your abused clit softly and between your oversensitivity and the fact he angles his fat cockhead to softly pound over your sweet spot as he sails his own climax, there’s very little you can do but be ripped apart in bliss, once again, by him. This time is weird. Even as pleasure keeps swirling inside you and building up with the eerie sensation, you can do very little but hold on and wait until the waves crash and pass and you can blissfully surrender into the darkness of exhaustion. 

However, the freakish sensation twirling inside yourself builds and builds until you’re light-headed from the feeling and you just then realize how you’re shining, and how Kuroo has disappeared.

You don’t even have it in yourself to panic. Your body feels heavy and used, spent in the best way possible, but still completely unused to such a frantic session as every muscle in your being throbs, and your eyelids weigh the world as they fall closed and you’re engulfed by darkness.

-

[bonus scene]

 When you wake up in the morning, you are engulfed in a nice blanket, dressed in some mismatched set of pajamas, feeling as if you just had the best sleep of your life - and a weird vivid dream to go with it. You’re blinking up to your ceiling, stretching on your bed and satisfied with how the knots break in small noises as you sit up, when you feel just how sore you are, how your body is heavy despite satisfied, how your thighs burn and your sex throbs. 

Everything crashes up on your mind way too fast, and you’re suddenly torn between passing out and bolting up, but as you try to get up your body falters and a big, hard, hot hand plants itself over your middle and pulls you right back at the bed. 

Of course, you scream.

“Shh, kitten, there’s people trying to sleep here, y’know?”

“What--How--What are you doing here?” You shriek, looking at what is definitely the demon you thought you dreamed, but in a way more humanized version if the absence of his horns, claws and massive wings are anything to go by. The golden eyes are sharp as ever, but no black background to them, and you can infer by that much that his sinful tail probably isn't around too.

The grin he sends your way gives you war flashbacks that make your skin prickle with goosebumps. 

“Well, yesterday was quite nice.” He tells you and you can feel your whole face burn from his tone alone. “So I decided that hell can wait a bit more while I have more fun with you.” His eyes flash with a weird energy, and Kuroo brings his fingers to glide over his bite mark at your neck. The throbbing mark you had forgotten about until now. “After all, you’re mine now.”

“Oh, fuck.”

You’re doomed.

[disneyanddisneyships]

Chapter 35 part 1! @gyubby99

"Hey! There he is! Jack Frost!" A tall man with a Russian accent exclaimed as Jack crawled out of the bag. The man had a long beard, and tattoos. "Wow... you gotta be kidding me," Jack muttered before he was picked up and placed standing up by the yetis. Jack was tired. Another adventure was happening apparently. Great.... "Hope the yetis treated you well," the man stated. Jack realized who this was. Santa. Jack had run into him a few times during Christmas when it snowed. He was a cool guy. Full of energy. "Oh yeah. I love being shoved in a sack and tossed through a magic portal," Jack stated sarcastically as he walked around, his staff held in his hand. "Oh! Good! That was my idea!" North stated joyfully. "You know bunny, obviously," he gestured to the Easter bunny. "Obviously," Jack muttered. "And the tooth fairy," North stated again as she flew up to Jack happily, a bit too close for comfort. "Hello Jack! I've heard a lot about you! And your teeth!" She exclaimed energetically. "My-my what?" Jack asked confused. "Open up! Are they really as white as they say?" She exclaimed as she looked into Jack's mouth. "Yes! Oh they really do sparkle like freshly fallen snow!" She stated with joy. A few of her fairies smiled at Jack. "Girls pull yourselves together! Let's not disgrace the uniform," she muttered as she flew away. North spoke up again. "And sandman," he stated, gesturing to the sandman, who was fast asleep. "Sandy? Sandy? Wake up!" North shouted waking him up. "Hey, woah. Anyone wanna tell me why I'm here?" Jack asked. Sandy raised his hand to answer. A series of Sandlike images flew above his head quickly. Jack's eyes slowly widened as he crouched down to the sandman's height to see if that would help him understand better. It didn't. "Uhhhh it-it... that's not really helping but-but thanks little man," Jack stuttered as he stood up and began walking around. "I must've done something really bad to get you four together," Jack stated. "Am I on the naughty list?" He asked. North laughed. "HAH! On naughty list? You hold record," North replied. "But! No matter. We overlook. Now we are wiping clean the slate!" He exclaimed. It's not like Jack was always naughty, elsa had some sort of handle on him... but then she died and he used his behavior as a coping mechanism. "How come?" Jack inquired with a small smirk. "Ah good question," Bunny replied. "How come? I tell you how come! Because now, you are guardian!" North exclaimed, making big gestured with his hands. Elves started to play instruments and yetis began to dance around them. Bunny rolled his eyes. The elves brought Jack a pair of bright blue shoes. Jack was deeply confused. And exhausted. He was done with the fifth spirit/guardian stuff. He had lost the love of his life that way and he was finished. "This is the best part!" North exclaimed as elves began to bang drums and March up to Jack. Jack's features turned from confused to angry before he raised his staff and slammed it onto the ground, halting everything. "What makes you think I wanna be a guardian?!" Jack asked. North laughed, hard. "Of course you do," he stated. "music!" North exclaimed. Before it could start up again, Jack interjected. "No music!" Jack scolded. "This is all very flattering, but uh you don't want me. You're all hard work and deadlines and I'm snowballs and fun times... not to mention I've been in similar adventures before and they never end well," Jack exclaimed as he sat on one of the desks in the room. "I'm not a guardian," he finished. "Yeah that's exactly what I said," Bunny stated as he looked at tooth.

[golden-wingseos]

from him, the sun - baizhu

featuring —

✧ baizhu x gn!reader

warnings ―

✧ written before baizhu's release (is he ever going to get released??)

notes ―

✧ e

synopsis ―

✧ for a seasoned adventurer like you, getting injured was a phenomenon all-too common. determined to escape from bubu pharmacy, it seems things didn't go as planned... because you were caught.

“Today, I will escape.” You thought with a determined expression, fists clenched as you peeked out the door of your confinement room.

Baizhu—the head of Bubu Pharmacy—was very used to your visits. So much so, that he had a day in the week reserved for you solely because you had managed to get injured so much.

Was it a skill? Definitely. For a high-caliber adventurer like you, getting injured so often was only a trademark of how cool you were.

Was it an opportunity to get to know the handsome-yet-mysterious owner of the Pharmacy? Yes. Though, you had made no advances.

But now! Now, you’ve had enough! Baizhu had told you to stay put in your room so you could ‘heal’ or whatever— but that’s lame!

Hearing no footsteps and seeing no people, you had concluded: Wow. They’re finally gone. Even Qiqi had remembered enough to not let you worsen your leg injury, so she was definitely off limits.

Taking a single step out into the lobby, you glanced around once more, the sharp smell of herbs stinging your nose and lungs as they seemed to pierce your dull senses.

“I’m free!” You exclaimed, speedwalking (so your leg wouldn’t act up) straight out of the pharmacy. You may not be from Mondstadt— but damn! Bless Barbatos! Let the Wind Lead!

“Is that so?”

You ignored that voice. Nope! You were most definitely free!

Of course, that was until a hand reached out— grabbing the back of your collar and refraining you from taking any more steps out and towards the light.

Holding you firmly like a dog by a collar, you didn’t bother to turn around to see who your captor was. Seriously, even though the man holding you like an animal was supposed to be ‘fragile’ and ‘frail’, there was absolutely nothing frail about him!

“Ah hah… ayeee…” Averting your eyes from his own golden ones, the kind smile on the male’s face indicated that he had already anticipated your sudden patriotic ‘escape’ before you had even thought of it.

Damn intelligent men.

“Is your leg feeling better?” Baizhu settled you lightly on the floor, side-eyeing you just in case you’d decide to make a break for it again.

“Yes, very much so. It’s so much better that I feel like I can go outside and ru—”

“Hm… it seems to still be swelling. Hold on for a moment, I’ll get you some ointment.” Not falling for your obvious lie, Baizhu began sorting through some bottles on the counter behind the reception desk, complicated names and texts scribbled across their lids.

“Here, hold still,” Gesturing for you to sit atop the desk, Baizhu began to roll the hem of your pants up, taking the ointment across his fingertips and smearing it on the swell of your shin.

“Oh, it feels better!” You exclaimed in awe, about to flail your leg around if it weren’t for the warm hand resting on your knee, signaling you to stop whatever dumb move you were about to do.

“Now, you should go back to your room. We wouldn’t want you getting more injured in futile attempts to run off into the sunset.” Smiling innocently, you swore there was a hint of cheekiness in that delicate face of his.

“Eh?” You gasped, stumbling once Baizhu ushered you back into the treatment room, your figure visibly deflating as you tried convincing the pharmacist otherwise.

“Please? Please? Can I just watch you play with your drugs or something? WHY? I don’t want to go back! It’s boring!” Whining like a toddler, Baizhu could merely sigh at your antics before abruptly stopping, pausing you alongside him.

“Okay. Just make sure not to strain yourself, alright?”

“HUH? Baizhu caring about me?! Since when?!”

“. . . I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

[❦]

It seems that fateful interaction was what led you to be sitting in the very corner of Baizhu’s herb room, watching him sort through different kinds of leaves as if they were the most interesting thing in the world.

I think I’ll get intoxicated by just sitting in here, covering your nose in an attempt to shield yourself from the pungent smell of just vegetation and weird materials. It was no surprise that the ever-observant Baizhu noticed your change in posture.

“You don’t have to sit here and watch, go get some rest.” The male turned over to you, hands dusted with all shades of colors thanks to the items he was handling just earlier.

“No, it’s okay. What you’re doing looks interesting.” Overcoming the smell, you quickly stood up, shuffling over to the empty spot beside the pharmacist.

“Would you like to learn about the different kinds of remedial herbs?” He queried nonchalantly. Yet at that moment, you swore Baizhu was one of the prettiest— if not the prettiest thing you have ever seen.

His pale green hair reflected in the light like a mirror, rays of pinks and yellows appearing in his hair as if pixie dust had been sprinkled all over it. Then your eyes trailed down to his neck, which did not host the pearl white snake you had grown so accustomed to.

Strange, yet gorgeous. Baizhu was perhaps a specimen, an enigma in the galaxy that you have yet to figure out. Like Venus, all you could do was admire from afar, hoping that he’d notice you in the sea of millions.

And perhaps in this moment, he did. He gazed at you generously, fondly, even. Like a moonflower untouched by mankind, you quickly averted your eyes from that same generous gaze— worried that your heart may explode at this rate.

Maybe, Baizhu was like the sun. Untouchable and bright, a being you saw every day yet hardly knew much about you. And you— you were the sunflower. Prospering under his care and touch, this brief interaction of silent observation would certainly be one that’d remain timeless.

“... Sure.” Snapping out of your trance, you quickly turned away from him. Your ears felt hot, heart thumping in your chest so fast you were worried your rib cage couldn’t contain the organ anymore.

Feigning obliviousness to your dazed expression, Baizhu began picking up different types of herbs, listing their names so fluently you wondered if it was another language you were yet to learn.

Foreign names like chamomile and feverfew popped up, ginseng and ginger being familiar to your ears because Mr. Zhongli from the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor oftentimes made tea out of such herbs. Perhaps you should thank the amber-eyed man later for being so knowledgeable in teas.

“[Name]?” The pharmacist paused, using this brief moment to look at you, “are you okay? You don’t have to listen, you can even go walk around the harbor if you want.”

The idea was tempting, like a dream turning into a reality. Yet something was pulling you back, like the Earth and the Sun. Maybe, just maybe you were Icarus. Baizhu was so close yet so far, and you only wanted to inch higher and higher, burning those wings made of wax in the process.

No. A more ideal comparison would be of the rainbow bird— or was it? You couldn’t tell. Tempting like a golden apple during a race for love, tantalizing like wafting food in front of a starving man.

But today. Today, you will take your chance.

“It’s alright. I’d rather be here with you anyways,” your voice dipped into a whisper, like a river running dry or a bird’s call being silenced mid-scream.

Was this alright? Was it alright to backpedal on an opportunity you had yearned for for so long?

You swore you caught the faintest of red tipped onto Baizhu’s ears. Yes, he was definitely still the ever-enigmatic sun you had assumed of him originally,

But now— maybe you were just a little bit closer than before, though unlike Icarus— you had already fallen long before the sun could burn your wings.

[waka-chan-out]

“You Asked For It.”

post-timeskip, obviously.

word count: 3.6k

content warning: PEGGING, established relationship, established safeword (not used), orgasm denial, hand job, fingering (m. receiving), light teasing because it’s tsukishima, tsukki calls you ma’am twice, lots of swearing

also featuring: hinata, kageyama, bokuto, akaashi, kuroo, and kenma

“Hey, Tsukki dude, it’s your turn!” Bokuto said, knees happily bouncing against the carpeted floor. Tsukki rolled his eyes and shot you a glance. You smiled, looking back at him over the girl that sat between you. Though neither of you were party people, you knew he’d have been upset if he missed this. The old volleyball club boys only got together every so often, so you had to drag him out of the apartment whenever it happened. Even though he was back to being his normal, slightly grump self, you could tell he was happy. Living with him for the past six months had made it much easier to read him, even when he seemed like he had an expression spectrum that spanned from a smirk to a frown.

“Alright,” he said, holding up his six remaining fingers. “Never have I ever hooked up with someone on one of the old volleyball teams.”

“Oo, that’s a good one,” Hinata said, glancing around eagerly at everyone’s hands. You put down a finger. Easy, obvious answer. There was hesitation in the rest of the group.

“What qualifies as hooking up?” Kageyama asked.

“Why do you need to know, Tobio? Got something to confess?” Kuroo teased. Kageyama’s eyebrow’s furrowed.

“I’m not asking for myself. I just think it’s important to clarify.”

“Whatever you say.” Kuroo chuckled, leaning back on his hands. He sat between two girls that you didn’t know. Apparently, Bokuto had arranged the gathering and didn’t exactly narrow down the guest list to old volleyball players, so though a lot of the old team members were there, some random people had attended and things got out of hand fairly quickly.

“Let’s say making out and beyond just to sate my own curiosity.” Tsukki continued. “You don’t have to specify if you don’t want to.” There was a cough from across the circle and Bokuto shifted awkwardly.

“How many fingers do you have, Bo?” you asked. He holds up four.

“How many did you have?” Akaashi asked, leaning forward from where he sat next to him, legs crossed carefully.

“It’s not my fault you guys weren’t paying attention,” Bokuto said, sticking his nose in the air.

“I think he had five,” Hinata said.

Kageyama laughed loudly. “I’m pretty sure Akaashi put a finger down too.”

“Akaashiiiiiii!” Bokuto said, leaning over onto his setter.

“Get off of me, Bokuto-san.”

“They’re being crazy. Tell them, Akaashi.”

“Tsukishima said we didn’t have to specify.”

Tsukki and Kuroo were doubled over in fits of laughter, clearly unsure what to make of what was going on.

“Someone else needs to hurry up and take their turn before Bokuto-san cries.”

“Akaashiiiiii!”

“Okay, okay,” the girl next to you said. “Never have I ever participated in…” she trailed off and looked embarrassed.

“Just say it,” Kuroo said, still laughing a bit.

“Anal,” she mumbled, immediately covering her mouth with her hands. Several laughs broke out across the group as a handful of fingers went down amongst the boys. You hesitated, winced, and put your finger down, hoping no one would notice. Tsukki looked at you, surprised. The girl that had asked the question grabbed your wrist.

“Oh my god, you’re the only girl that said yes! Was it awful? Did it hurt? Was it good? I don’t trust their answers.” You look at Tsukki with wide eyes, then back to her.

“Uhm, I don’t know if I can really answer those.”

“Oh come on,” Kuroo said. “It’s all for fun. Nothing leaves the circle. I think we’re all curious.”

“No, I’m not embarrassed,” you said, laughing. “I just genuinely can’t answer those questions. I wasn’t the one receiving.” The girl squeaked and Kuroo’s mouth fell wide open.

“Tsukki, did--”

“Nope,” he responded forcefully. Bokuto let out a guffaw and held out his hand for a high five. You gave him a gentle one, laughing with the group but cringing a bit when you looked back at Tsukki. He didn’t look upset, just dumbstruck.

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“So . . . that was interesting,” you said as you laid down on your bed, trying to get in the first word.

“What was?” Tsukishima asked, nonchalantly taking off his jacket. You laughed.

“You know exactly what.”

He scoffed. “I thought it was obvious that Bokuto-san and Akaashi were hooking up, but I guess everyone was pretty surprised.”

“God, Kei, I’m talking about the anal question.”

“Of course you are.”

“Obviously.”

“I mean, good for you I guess. I didn’t know you had that dominant side in you.” He removed his shirt and walked into the bathroom. You called in after him.

“What does that mean? Of course I have that side.” You heard him scoff. “Don’t fucking laugh at me, Kei, you know it’s true.”

“Sure it is, love.”

“Yes, it absolutely is. I just didn’t want to embarrass you.”

He peeked around the corner, brows furrowed. “How would you embarrass me?”

“Please, Kei. We both know you’re secretly submissive. If I went full dom you’d never want to go back.” His eyes widened.

“You think I’m submissive? What gave you that impression?” Poor thing. He looked genuinely baffled.

“You just have that vibe, babe. You’re a brat.”

“You’re the brat here.”

“I am, but you’d be much more fun to tame.”

He huffed and leaned against the doorframe.

“You know what?” he asked. “Fucking try me.”

“Are you serious?” you said. Your eyebrows raised and a smile crept onto your lips.

“Don’t look so excited. I won’t give you an easy time about it.”

“But you’ll let me?”

“We have a safeword for a reason.”

“Okay, Kei. You asked for it.”

“No, I didn’t. You did. Now let me take my shower, dumbass. Kuroo was clinging to me all night and I feel disgusting.”

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The bathroom door opened and Kei reentered the room, his hair curly and sticking up in the front, a towel wrapped around his waist. His whole body looked pink and damp where it had recovered from the water but not the heat. Your eyes followed him as he walked to his closet, head not lifting from the wall where he had left you. He began to open the closet door but noticed you studying him in the mirror.

“What?” he spat. You smirked.

“You’re pretty,” you said. He furrowed his brows and stared at you, trying to make sense of your words.

“You’re a dumbass.”

“You don’t know how to take a compliment.” He scoffed. You laughed, lifting yourself off the wall and moving on all fours towards him. You hung your legs hanging over the side of the mattress, hips about even with his with the height of the bed.

“I set stuff up for you,” you teased. He looked wildly around the room, eyes settling on the bottle of lube on your bedside table. He gestured to it.

“Is that all?” he asked. You smiled.

“Of course not, but I think it’s more fun if you don’t get intimidated by . . . you know.”

He flushed. “I wouldn’t be intimidated. I’m doing this for you.”

“Kei. Baby. No, you aren’t.”

“I could pull out the word right now.”

“But you won’t, will you?” You reached out and grabbed him by the towel, right where it was tucked in to stay in place. You pulled him to you, placing him right between your legs. He raised an eyebrow. Your hips lined up perfectly but he still towered over you. You wrapped your arms around his neck. “That’s what I thought.”

His hands fell to your waist. He leaned in for a kiss but you pulled back. He rolled his eyes. “Are you really going to try making this a whole thing?”

You smiled and combed your hands through his messy, damp hair.

“I do think you’re pretty, Kei,” you mumbled.

“Will you shut up about that?” he said through a breathy laugh. Your grip on his hair tightened and you pulled his head back. He grunted in surprise.

“Don’t try to act so tough, Kei. I know you want this.”

“You have no idea what I want.”

“I think I do.” You reached down and palmed him through his towel. He hissed and stared at you, eyes wide. “I think you’ve wanted this for so long you can’t stand it, but you’re too stubborn to ask for it.” He opened his mouth to reply, but just as soon closed it and squeezed his eyes shut. You laughed and released your hold on him. He inhaled deeply and stared down at you, a distant look in his eye. “Why don’t you come up here with me?” you asked. He shook his head but climbed up onto the bed anyway. You immediately swung a leg over him and looped your arms around his neck.

“We’re playing that game, are we?” he said.

“Honey, you haven’t seen half my game.” The defiance he tried to plaster on his face faltered as you rocked your hips against his. “You know--” you said, continuing the motion. “You said I don’t know what you want, but it keeps getting easier to tell.”

“I--fuck. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Are you sure?” you asked, leaning in so you could whisper in his ear. “Because I can feel how much you want me right between my legs.” You planted a gentle kiss on the shell of his ear and pushed his chest back so he was lying against the bed, moving your hips harder against him. He bit back a sound and closed his eyes, fingers pressing into your sides. You pulled his glasses off of his face and leaned over to the side table, exchanging them for the small bottle of lube. His eyes opened when he heard the familiar snap of the lid.

“What--” he started.

“Shh, baby. We’re gonna have fun.” You squeezed some out into your hand and untucked his towel, grabbing his cock. He let out a sharp breath. You leaned down and kissed him deeply, grabbing one of his hands with your own and pinning it gently next to his head as you started to move your other hand. His free hand found its way into your hair and tugged a bit. It was cute how he tried to act like he was still in control.

“You’re--hah-- you’re really going for it, aren’t you babe?” he said, pulling back from your lips. You responded by moving your hand faster. His head twitched forward, pressing his forehead against yours. His heavy breathing turned into a laugh. “God, if you wanted me so bad you just had to say please.”

You smiled, staring down at his furrowed eyebrows. Something about having him in this position made you want to tear him in half, leaving him a begging mess that wouldn’t recover for weeks.

“Why don’t you tell me when you’re about to come, huh?” You focused your efforts on the head of his cock and he let out a whine, immediately clapping a hand over his mouth.

“No no, baby, I want to hear you.” You planted a kiss on his hand and he moved it to the side. “Good. Good boy.”

“Fuck. I’m close.” His eyes were squeezed shut, hips twitching slightly as he approached his release.

“Yeah? You wanna finish?” He didn’t respond. “Kei.” Still didn’t respond. You pulled your hand away immediately, sitting up and staring down at him as his face screwed up and he ducked his head forward.

“You bitch,” he groaned. You smiled and ran your hands down his chest as he caught his breath.

“You didn’t answer my question,” you said, fake pouting.

“Are you serious? What the fuck is your game today?”

You grinned. “You know exactly what my game is, babe, you just aren’t playing nice.”

“What did you expect?”

“Oh, I expected you to act just like this.” You wrapped your hand around him again and his eyes rolled. “I’m just gonna knock it out of you.” He didn’t have a comeback to that one. You moved your hand faster, staying in a seated position so you could watch him react.

“You like this, don’t you? You’re always such a brat but you just need someone to put you in your place.”

“Slow down, babe. Fuck.” He covered his face with his hands as his hips involuntarily twitched.

“If you want me to slow down, you know the word you have to say.”

His eyes flew open and he glared up at you.

“You gonna say it?” You concentrated on the head again and his eyes fluttered.

“No. Fuck. Shut up.”

You smiled and continued the motion. You could see his muscles tensing and relaxing, mouth never quite closing around a silent moan. “Are you going to tell me when you’re close, Kei?” He didn’t respond again. “Tsukishima. I swear to god you won’t finish a single time tonight if you don’t fucking answer me.”

“I--fuck.”

Not a response. You pulled your hand away.

His hips rolled up and his head pressed back into the pillow. He let out a string of expletives and his voice shook a bit as he spoke. His breathing was heavy and he put his hands over his face again. You watched with a small smile, running a finger lightly up his length just to watch him squirm.

“Are you--fuck--fucking serious?” he gasped.

“I’m sorry, did you want to finish?” You feigned confusion.

“Shut the fuck up.”

“You aren’t asking nicely, Tsukki,” you teased, using the name his friends called him.

“What the hell do you want me to say? I’m not begging you for anything.”

“Your choice.” You dragged your hand back up and he gasped, head leaning back. You left your hand there, lightly teasing the head of his dick with your thumb.

“Can I finish?” You smiled patiently and shook your head. “Can I finish, please?”

“Closer. You forgot something, though, babe. I always call you sir. What should you call me?”

“Absolutely not.”

“How about ma’am?”

“No.”

“Your choice,” you said with a shrug, starting to move your hand on his cock again. He breathed heavily, climbing quickly after being denied twice already. His moans caught in his throat, sounding desperate but restrained.

“Fuck, babe,” he mumbled. “Fuck.” You could feel him twitch slightly in your hand as his lips fell open in a silent moan.

“All you have to do is ask nicely,” you sang, slipping your other hand down and gently rubbing at his entrance. His entire body twitched and he groaned loudly. “There it is. I knew you’d enjoy this. Why don’t you just ask nicely and we can have some fun?”

He mumbled something that you couldn’t understand.

“You’re going to have to speak up, Kei.” He moaned as you slowed down your hand on his cock, letting him focus on both sensations at once.

“Fuuuck.” The word came out of him in a long groan.

“You want my fingers inside of you, don’t you? Don’t deny it, babe. I see your face.” He inhaled sharply as you circled his entrance again.

“Yes.”

You moved your hand off of his cock and spanked his thigh lightly, a small punishment for not addressing you properly. He twitched and made a low noise at the loss.

“I’ll let that one slide. Just relax,” you hummed, grabbing the lube and seating yourself between his legs. You warmed it up on your fingers and pressed against his entrance, bending his legs a little at the knee to make it easier for both of you.

“You alright, love?” you asked. He nodded quickly and you pushed one finger inside. You went slow, letting him adjust to the new sensation, but the long groan he let out when you were fully inside him was worth the wait.

“There you go. Feels good, doesn’t it? You want me to move?” He nodded again, mouth hanging open. “Okay, love, stay relaxed.” You slowly started moving your finger until he felt comfortable around you. Once you could see his shoulders start to relax, you curled your finger slightly. His hips jumped and he swore loudly.

“Good boy. Taking it so well.”

His breathing picked up as you continued moving.

“I’m gonna add another one. Is that alright, Kei? You want more?” He sighed heavily and surprised you when he opened his mouth.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Good boy.” You smiled. “So eager.” You gently pressed another finger into him. His eyes shut tightly at the sensation and he moaned quietly. You continued the motion, curling and scissoring your fingers until he felt ready. He was melting at your touch, still trying to maintain some composure but mostly allowing you to take control. You couldn’t wait for him to unravel.

“I think you’re ready, love. You doing okay?” He nodded, covering his face with his forearm as you climbed off the bed, reaching into your closet to retrieve your strapon.

It was thin, a decent length, and bright pink. It was a gag gift from a friend, but little did they know you were genuinely into that. You secured it and returned to your boyfriend, who stared at it nervously.

“Still alright, Kei?” you asked. He nodded. “What position do you want to be in?” His eyes widened.

“This, I guess?” He patted the bed from where he was laying.

“Perfect. I want to be able to see you.” His face went bright red. You climbed up between his legs, wetting the strap with lube and leaning down to kiss him. You were gentle, letting him push against your lips and wrap his arms around you. You lined up with his entrance and hesitated as he hissed.

“You’re okay, love,” you said, pressing a kiss on his nose. “I’ve got you. I’ll go slow.” He nodded slightly and closed his eyes, tipping his head back against the pillow. He looked so pretty like this. You were going to have to top him more often. “Just relax . . .”

You began pushing forward, gently and slowly. He was prepared well so there wasn’t much resistance. You kissed his exposed neck, whispering quiet encouragements in his ear.

“You’re doing so well, Kei. Such a good boy for me. You’re alright?” He nodded, letting out a small moan. “Almost there, love. You want all of me? Huh?” He tipped his head back up, pulling your face to his and laying a surprisingly harsh kiss on you.

“Please.” It was so quiet you could barely make it out, but he knew you heard him, face flushed. You bottomed out in him, chasing a deep groan out of his lips.

“Good boy. You want me to move? Tell me what you want, baby.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said. Every time he said it chills shot down your spine. “Please.” You smiled and pressed your lips against his, bracing your hands on either side of him as you drew your hips back and pushed back into him.

The sound he made was shocking, high pitched and lewd and not at all like himself.

“Shit. Keep making that noise and I’m never going to stop, Kei.” His face was permanently blushed but you see his eyebrows furrow in embarrassment.

You continued moving your hips, keeping a slow but steady pace as he pressed his forehead against yours and continued swearing. It was delicious. He occasionally let out a small whine when you hit deeper inside of him. He grabbed your hips suddenly and pulled you farther against him.

“Please,” he said, surprising you.

“What do you want, baby?” you breathed.

“A little--fuck--a little harder.” Holy shit. You happily obliged, driving your hips harder into him. He let out a long groan that ended in a whine, breathing picking up and head tipping back into the pillow. You had a feeling he could come from just this, but just to be nice. . .

“Fuck!” He cried out as you wrapped a hand around his cock, stroking it to the same rhythm as you continued moving your hips into him. You concentrated your efforts around the head so your arm didn’t get tired, not wanting to let up on him until he was a shaking mess. He alternated between groans, whines, and swearing, so loud in your ear that you were sure the people in the next apartment over could hear him. It was shocking how quickly Kei threw away his pride when you really tempted him, and you hated that you didn’t try this sooner.

“Please, can I finish?” he said, planting a sloppy kiss on your face. “Please.” His voice sounded so desperate and you hadn’t even told him he needed permission this time. You were going to let him come either way but, fuck, he sounded so pretty asking.

“Fuck, good boy. Go ahead and come,” you said, and his grip on you tightened into fists as his moans began to sputter.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” he repeated as you kept moving into him. You felt him finishing on your hand, but you couldn’t help yourself. His head tipped up into your chest and he continued swearing. You took away your hand but kept moving your hips even though he was most certainly done.

“Oh god stop,” he begged, head buried against you. “Stop, please stop, stop.” His body twitched violently. He hadn’t said the word, so you knew he was alright. “Fuck! Stop.” You laughed and kissed his forehead, slowing your movements so you were just barely rocking your hips. His head finally tipped back and his body slacked, panting heavily.

“Holy shit, Kei.” You leaned down and peppered his sweaty face with kisses, laughing gently.

“That was . . .” He couldn’t even finish the thought, running his hands through his hair and laughing with you.

“We’re going to have to do that more often.” You pressed a short kiss on his lips and he opened his eyes.

“Don’t you fucking dare tell anyone about this.”

“No promises,” you giggled. His brows furrowed, back to being his normal self again.

“Absolutely fucking not. Don’t even joke about that. I won’t let you do it again.”

You grinned and kissed his nose. “Yes, you will.”