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caramelcleopatraa · 8 months ago

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x: finals are coming up, so i'm gonna be very busy, but i'm still writing y'all (this is the most consistent i've been lol) (excuse any errors of course) Hope you guys enjoyyy! leave comments... please. I love your comments.

content: Imani has a crush on Roman. Their friend group goes on live and her secret comes to the light. She thought that she was going to be rejected and move on, but things never go the way people expect. Roman Reigns x Imani, 18+ MDNI, oral (m recieving), cowg!rl, creamp!e

Imani loved weekend kickbacks. Time to chillax with her favorite people, and get her mind off of things. It was moments like these she waited for. Drinks and joints in rotation, and endless fun for hours to come. Jimmy, Jey, Roman, Trinity Talia, and Imani. She wishes that she was only thinking about the good vibes that circulated in the atmosphere, but she was focused on something else. It wasn’t like she was necessarily trying to focus on Roman, but it was inevitable when she could see him so clearly from the kitchen. She knew that having a crush on him could possibly mess up the bond that the group has, but he was so gravitating, He was perfect in her eyes. She basically textbook described him when Trinity and Talia asked her to describe her dream man: Tall, muscular, sweet, absurdly attractive, charismatic, humorous, dedicated. God, she could go on to name every single one of his attributes that she loved. She tried to brush it off as a mistake at first, but there was no part about this that was a mistake. He had a tight grip on her, and he wasn't even aware. She wonders what would happen if he felt the same way. If those pretty brown eyes she daydreamed about would reciprocate the love she was anxiously waiting to give him. She could only imagine all of the things she could do for him, to him, and provide him. If she had him all to herself, how they would spend their nights alone. How it would feel to be wrapped in his embrace. How it would feel to get lost in him between the sheets for hours, and repeat it again the next day. If she had him all to herself.

“WE GETTIN TURNT!” Talia raised her glass in the air and yelled out to her viewers, watching her through the small rectangular frame. Jimmy came around the corner with uno cards in his hands as the six of us gathered around the table. Roman, Trinity, or Jey would pop into the frame to answer a couple of questions while Jimmy shuffles the cards and Imani gathers multiple bottles to bring to the table. “Mani! They have some questions for you!” Imani joins her party, sitting the bottles on the table and scanning through the comments.

‘Do you get to go backstage with the bloodline?’

“Yes! It's amazing, I'm not gonna lie.”

‘Please do a makeup tutorial!’

“Maybe, I don't have a youtube channel.”

‘Seen any guys that have caught your eye?’

“A couple, but they ain’t nothin’ important.”

“Oh word?” Talia and Trinity both look at her with curious faces, but Imani just giggles and goes back to answering questions.

“Ooh this is a good one. Kiss, marry, fuck: Jason Momoa, Michael B. Jordan, and Roman Reigns,” Talia reads out loud. That question got everyone’s attention. Jimmy stopped fidgeting with the cards and Roman and Jey both put their phones down impatient for her answer. “Well?” Talia was definitely setting her up, and she could feel it. Thank god for her brown skin that covered her fastly spreading blush. “Do I have to answer this?” “Yes, you do. I'm intrigued now,” Trinity says, as Imani quickly takes a double take at the entire table to see them all staring at her. She sighs before surrendering and thinking hard about the question.

“I’ll… kiss… Michael B. Jordan, fuck Jason Momoa, and marry Roman Reigns.” She instantly regretted answering the question before Trinity pried at Imani to get out more information that everyone was itching to know. “Hmm, why marry Roman?” She quickly swiped her drink off of the table and took a long sip, hiding her face. In all honesty, she wanted to say that it was the easiest choice, but that would only make her sound suspicious. And that was not a conversation that she wanted to have in front of quite literally everyone. “I'm not interested in the other guys like that.” “So you’re interested in Roman?” ‘Wait- wait! Noo that's not what I meant!’

“No, I just wouldn't marry the other two men. It’s not that deep Trin,” Imani says, a failed attempt at dismissing the conversation. “You’ve never gotten this defensive before… don’t tell me that you in your feelings.” She could see Talia smirking at the corner of her eyes. She knew she had to stop this fast. “You’re reaching Talia,” Imani says, laughing to herself. “Oooooh Imani wants the Tribal Chief, huh?” Never in her life had she ever been more embarrassed. “Jimmy, for the love of god, please start dealing the cards,” Imani says, covering her face, her words muffled by her hands. Everyone laughs, finding amusement in her nervousness. She anxiously waited for Jimmy to start dealing the cards so this moment could pass.

11:27 pm

Several rounds of uno and spades passed, and the guests were slowly starting to make their way out. She noticed Talia, Trinity, Jey, and Jimmy momentarily texting throughout the night, which would probably explain why the four of them were explaining the consequence of Imani losing a couple of rounds. “Sooooo we thought of something. Don’t be mad! It’s just a punishment for losing so much,” Talia says, sticking out her tongue. “Your punishment is that you have to ask Roman to fuck you.” ‘ASK ROMAN TO WHATT!?!?’

Her surprised face told them everything they needed to know. “You'll be fine. Uce will probably be down to fuck either way,” Jey says. Imani gave Talia a death glare, making Talia laugh. “You’re trippin’ girl. Just approach him with the right energy and make him want to stay with you. I guess this answers the question of if you have a crush on him or not.” Before she could defend herself, Roman walks in from the restroom and the four of them are gone in the blink of an eye. ‘These trifling’ heifers’

“Guess they all left. I should be on my way out then. Thank you for the food and dr-” She steps in front of him, stopping him from exiting out the front door. He looks at her with confusion. “You okay?” Her heart was beating fast. She didn't fully think out what she was going to do after she stepped in front of him, but it was now or never.

“Fuck me.”

“...what?”

“F-fuck me.” She couldn't look him in the eye the second time. The pressure weighing on her shoulders was too much. But the thing that was racking her brain the most was how close they were. She felt like this was a disaster taking place in real time. She hears a soft chuckle, looking up to see him lightly smiling at her. “Was this your punishment for losing?” She nods, and his smile stays fixed on his face. “Do you want me to?”

‘...did he say what I think he just said?’

Her mind is searching for an answer, a reason to say no. But she can't find any. As embarrassing and confusing this was, she had daydreamed about this moment. Maybe he was just being nice and would give her a quick fuck to fulfill the punishment. That idea became her leading thought. “You don’t have to if you’re uncomf-” “Do you want me to fuck you Imani?”

‘Shit he’s not joking.’

She slowly nods, which prompts him to lock the front door behind you. Her head was spinning, trying her hardest to maintain her composure. “Ask me again.”

“Fuck me, please,” She says nervously, eyes returning her shiny tile floors. “I don’t believe you sweetheart. Ask me again.” His hand gently grabs at her chin, making Imani look at him. Once they made eye contact, she knew that she was done for. She was already feeling weak from just looking at him. She took a deep breath before finally saying, “Please fuck me Roman.”

He wasted no time pulling her into a heated kiss. Not that she minded. This felt like a wonderful dream that she didn't want to wake up from. Only this wasn't a dream, it was real life. She finally got to feel the body that she had been drooling over. Right now, he was hers, and she was going to make the most of it.

Her curious hands creeped along his captivating body while they explored each other’s mouths, dragging her hands up his torso from underneath his shirt. He pulled away from her soft lips to trail wet kisses from her cheek to her neck. “Not shy anymore huh?” She couldn't be shy. Her desire for him had completely taken over. “I really need you right now Roman,” She pants out.

“Bedroom?” She nods and takes his hand in hers, leading the way to her bedroom. The sway of her hips only made Roman more aroused, as he silently admired her body from behind.

They enter her bedroom and she doesn't get a chance to close the door before being pulled into his arms again, temporarily hoisting her in the air to lay her on the spacious bed. He pulls her into another messy kiss, setting his focus on getting rid of their bothersome clothes. He quickly tore his shirt from his body and she did the same with hers. Their lips connected again, moving in harmony. He started to make his way down her body, but she squeezed his shoulders, signaling him to stop. “I wanna make you feel good first.” Roman was surprised to say the least. He kissed her tummy and replied, “Are you sure?” She gives him a confident nod, with those big doe eyes and her beautiful smile. “Alright, what do you want me to do?” “Let’s switch places.”

She scooted to the side, giving him room to lay down on the bed. She crawled down to his waist, tugging both his sweatpants and boxers down. His dick springs out of his pants, finally free from cloth restraints. Her eyes locked with his before lowering down to lick the underside of him; from his balls to his mushroom tip. A wad of spit drips from her mouth and lands on his length, using her hand to lather him up. His soft hums let her know that he was feeling good, and she was determined to make him feel a whole lot better.

Her juicy lips start at his tip, giving small kitten licks before taking the tip in her mouth. Her warm mouth felt so good on his dick. He didn't know that Imani was this nasty. She gives him kisses up and down his shaft before taking him in her mouth again.

She didn’t waste any time trying to tease him. He was big, and filled mer mouth well, but it’s nothing she's never handled before. Before she continued, the warmth of her mouth left him once again. “Can you record this?” Just when he thought she couldn't get more nasty.

“Record?” She nodded her head. “Only if you’re comfortable.” “I’m more than comfortable,” Roman says, while reaching into his sweatpants pocket. He grabs his phone and opens the camera app, pressing record. “It’s recording, baby.”

She smiles at the camera, curling her fingers around the base of his dick and tapping him against her tongue. She takes him in her mouth again for the final time, keeping her hand put at the base. She bobs her head slowly, swiveling her head from left to right.

She keeps moving slowly, making sure to fit all she can in her mouth. Her hand that stayed curled around his base, moved in juxtaposition, stroking the rest of him that her mouth couldn't get to. “Goddamn baby, that mouth feels so good. I need that mouth around my dick all the time.” She moans in response, giving him vibrations that made him feel oh so good. She had him moaning and groaning. She didn't mind that at all. She got a big ego boost that he was so vocal from her mouth working its magic. She took note of every moan, every twitch, and any reaction he made. Right now, she was focused on his pleasure.

His grip on his phone tightened, trying his best to keep his composure. She moved her head faster, still bobbing up and down, and using her hand to stroke his remaining inches. “Ahh s-shit mama, you keep sucking my dick like that and imma cum in your mouth.” She looks at him, already staring at her every move while she’s giving him euphoria like pleasure. She moans around his dick again, feeling her panties dampen. Her other hand massaged his balls lightly. Her slurping sounds made him close to coming.

He couldn't take his eyes off of her. Those innocent eyes staring into him as he recorded her doing such lewd things. He tried his best not to tangle his hands in her hair and fuck her mouth full of him. But her mouth felt so good, and he wanted nothing more than to cum in her mouth. He couldn’t help himself when his hands disappeared into her hair, planting his feet on the bed and fucking up into her mouth. She put her hands behind her back, letting him use her as he pleased. His thrusts were quick, but soft, his balls slapping against her chin. “Oh fuck! I’m coming mama, ooh I'm comin’.” He kept her head steady while coming deep in her throat, and she accepted with jubilation.

She bobbed her head a few more times, trying her best to overstimulate him the most she can, until his hand grabs her chin, lifting her up. “Slow down princess,” He says, ending the recording. She crawls up to meet him, giving him a quick passionate kiss. “See how good you taste?” Roman chuckles at her boldness. “Your turn. Lie down,” He says, trying to sit up, but fails due to her pushing him back down on the bed. “I need that dick right now daddy.”

“You don’t want me to eat that pussy?” She runs her hand through her messy hair. “God yes I do, but I need you to fuck me right now.” Her eyes did more pleading than her words.

“I wanna record this too,” she says, looking down at his chest, tracing the intricate tattoo. He feels around the bed, finally grabbing the phone and reopening the camera app. “Can you prop it up somewhere? I want you to be able to touch me.” “Already on it baby.” He climbed back further on your bed, propping the phone up against the lamp on the nightstand. While he did that, she slid off her shorts and panties, throwing them behind her. He pressed record again, and instructed her to adjust herself so the camera could capture everything.

His hands landed on her ass as they both observed themself. His hands felt so good kneading her ass, and she saw his eyes drinking in every part of her body. He couldn't keep his hands off of her curvaceous body, and he didn't want to. “You like it?” Her soft hands massaged his shoulders, making him groan softly. “I love it baby, love this ass.” An unexpected slap to her ass made her jump. “You sound so good, daddy.” His hands move her hips along his dick, grinding her body against his.

“How long have you been thinking about this?” She shies away from his gaze, a sudden flash of embarrassment runs through her body. She had forgotten about all of her feelings of distress and nervousness and realized that she was running on arousal and adrenaline. “A-a couple of months.” He lifts her hips and grabs his length, rubbing the tip along her slit. A few rubs up and down her slickness before impaling her on his dick. They moan simultaneously, relishing in the mind numbing pleasure. “You been thinking about taking this dick baby?” She gives him small head nods, still captured by the feeling of him inside of her. His hands cupped her chin, turning her head to the direction of the phone, steadily recording them. His hands were full of her ass, moving her up and down his shaft slowly. His unsteady breaths and her elongated moans were harmonious. “Go ‘head then. Bounce that ass on my dick.”

Her eyes focused on him as she steadied herself, her hands placed on either side of his head. She throws her ass back, his thighs catching it every time. His eyes were still glued to the phone, watching her beautiful body on top of him. But it wouldn’t be long until he faced her again, her soft titties hanging in front of his face. She had daydreamed about fucking Roman, and she was finally doing it. It gave her confidence knowing that he couldn't keep his hands off of her body. Her facial expression told her exactly how she was feeling. It was almost overwhelming how sexy she was. Beautiful smile, sexy body, paired with addicting moans that made him want to fuck her all night long.

“Mmm~ look at you taking daddy’s dick. You’re doing so good,” Roman pants, grabbing at her breasts. His gentle praises and gruff voice was enough to make her cum. His dominating presence, his words, his touch. This man had her mind running laps. Even though he wasn’t putting in any effort, he was hitting all the right spots.

Her words were slurred, eyes rolled back, mouth wide open spewing salacious moans. Her hips slowed down, the constant rhythm created by her ass and his thighs meeting no longer lasted while she hid in the crook of his neck. Her body was decorated with a sheet of sweat that didn’t take away from her golden hue. “Look at me.” She rested on her elbows, locking her eyes onto his. Their faces were laced with lust, an unsatisfied want for each other.

His strong arms caged her in, preventing her from squirming or escaping. She was still catching her breath while Roman planted his feet on the bed again. He places a tender kiss on her cheek before fucking up into her. She grabbed on to any part of his body that could, her eyes fluttering shut. A harsh slap to her ass makes her scream in pleasure. “I said look at me,” Roman says, demanding her full attention.

“Ohhh- my god! You feel so fucking g-good!” Roman loved watching her unravel. How she screamed for glory while he fucked her. God, he could make this his favorite hobby. Making her cum over and over again. “Mhm- fuckk- keep talking to me baby.” Her mind was foggy. She could only focus on one thing right now, how good he was dicking her down. Roman was making her feel so good. She looked at his phone propped up on the nightstand again to see their reflection. Her ass rippled from his hard strokes. That sight alone had her ready to cum. “Shhit! I’m finna cum on that big ass dick!” “Yeah? You finna cum?”

Her nails dug into his broad shoulders, feeling a knot build up in her stomach. “Cum with me Imani, let me feel you cum around my dick.”

Her eyes shut as she came, her orgasm hitting like a dam breaking, sending waves of pleasure throughout her body. His hips slowed down, but still gave her deep strokes, coming deep inside her. High pitched moans and deep grunts filled the room. His hands lazily grab her hips, allowing her to move again. She reached to grab the phone and ended the video, dropping the phone somewhere as she laid limp against his chest. His thumbs worked small circles as they both caught their breath. “I’m gonna take a shower when I get up, wanna join me?” Imani hears him chuckle, still working small circles into her hips. “Nah, we’re not done. I gotta eat that pussy, Imani.”

If these were the punishments she got for losing in spades, maybe losing wasn't so bad after all.

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thetriumphantpanda · 1 year ago

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Come Away With Me | Joel & Tommy Miller (Sunday)

Summary | The final day, but at last, not the final goodbye.

Word Count | 3K

Chapter Warnings | Familial fluff, plenty of emotions, explicit smut, breeding kink, cumplay/cum eating, unprotected PiV sex, creampie, breath play, possessive!Joel, lots of feels, but lots of happiness too.

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Tommy is still snoring softly into your ear when you wake the next morning, but the hand that Joel had kept clutched in his own all night is empty, his side of the bed cool again like it had been a few days ago. You let yourself have a moment wrapped up with Tommy, the warmth of his body almost lulling you back to sleep until you remember your son is here and one of you needs to get up to go and see to him.

You extricate yourself gently from Tommy, being careful not to wake him. He’s spent the last week being at the beck and call of Joshua, so you decide to let him sleep in a little this morning. You throw on some comfy clothes that have been lying around the room for most of the week before heading down to the room you’d put Joshua down in the previous evening, but the door is open, and the bed is empty. The door to Sarah’s room is also open so you make your way down into the living area, but that’s also empty.

The door to the back porch is slightly ajar, and when you step out onto it, you can see Sarah and Joel sat on the benches near the fire pit, where you’d been a few evenings before, Joshua sat on Joel’s knee as he bounces him up and down gently. It makes you heart swell and your eyes glass over with tears as you watch Sarah break off a little bit of her toast to put in his hand. One big, happy family.

“Good morning.” You smile when you reach them, Joshua looking up at you with his hands sticky from the jam that had been on Sarah’s toast.

“Mama!” He outstretches his arms for you to pick him up from Joel’s knee, which you do, cradling him to your neck in your usual morning hug.

Sarah shuffles over, making room for you to sit between the two of them, you try not to sit too close to her father, but you can still feel his warmth through your clothes, as he moves his arm to put it on the back of the bench. You wish he’d wrap it around your shoulders as you move Joshua to sit on your lap.

“You okay this morning, baba?” You ask him, pressing a kiss to the top of his head.

“Sarah fed me toast!”

“You’re a lucky boy, aren’t you?” You chuckle, “She didn’t feed me any toast!”

You’re still chuckling when Sarah’s hand comes into your periphery with her last slice of toast, holding it in front of you for you to take a bite, you let out a hearty laugh but take a bite none-the-less, because it looks like the toast Joel makes, covered in butter and slathered in fruity jam.

“Don’t want anyone spreading rumors about me having favourites.” She laughs, taking her toast back for herself.

Joel leans forward so he can see Sarah around your body, his hand resting on your arm so casually to keep you still while he speaks to her, “What about me?” He asks.

“You’ve just eaten three slices,” She accuses, “You don’t need anymore.”

“Rude.” He grumbles next to you, keeping his hand there, like he was just waiting for an excuse to touch you.

You really want to turn around and kiss him. Tell him that it’s okay, that you’ve sorted everything with Tommy, that his faith in you worked out. You wonder if the time they spent together last night means he knows? Did Tommy say something? Does his hand on your arm, thumb rubbing soft circles on your skin means he knows he can have you whenever he wants now? Your mind is racing a mile a minute when Tommy joins you.

He's found a tray somewhere, and it’s got four mugs of steaming coffee on it, plus a box of juice for Joshua. He hands them out, stabs the straw into the box of apple juice for Joshua before he takes his son from you, sitting him on his lap on the bench across from the three of you.

“I miss you all.” Sarah says softly next to you.

You turn to her, wrapping your own arm around her shoulder, because she sounds sad. You pull her closer into your side, leaning down to press a kiss to her head like you had done with Joshua.

“Ah bug, we miss you too,” You say softly, listening as she sniffs, “But you’re doing amazing things, babygirl,” She’s only been gone a few weeks, but you think it must be hard for her, having spent her entire life around three people who would have died for her if necessary, “We’re already so proud of you, but think of what this one,” You nod your head towards Joel, digging your elbow into his side slightly, “Is going to be like when you graduate, when you find the cure for mankind,” She chuckles a bit at this, wiping her eyes, “And you can come home and see us whenever you need to, or we can jump in the car and come to you.”

You give her one last squeeze into your side before she pulls away with a smile. You make the mental note to make more of an effort to call her and see how she’s doing each week, you’re sure there are things happening that she won’t want to tell Joel.

Once you’ve all finished your coffee, Tommy is the one to speak, “We should probably think about making a move soon,” He nods to you, “It’s a long drive back with this one.”

You nod, trying not to think about having to go back to real life, having to go back to work and juggle that with being a mom, but it was inevitable really. You’re always running out of time with this little bubble you’ve created.

Packing up is easy, you hadn’t unpacked many of the clothes you’d bought, Joel had made sure to keep you naked often, and you pack up the leftover food for Sarah to take back to college with her. She’s particularly excited about having steak for dinner when you pass the pack of meat you hadn’t used last night to her. You wave her off as he drives away, holding on to Joel’s hand as he tries not to cry. It won’t ever get easier for him, watching his little girl drive away, no matter how old she’s going to get, how much she will continue to grow on her adventure, she’s always going to be the girl that begged to ride on his shoulders, begged for pretty much anything and got whatever she wanted.

Tommy heads inside, Joshua on his hip to finish packing everything up, and you press up on your tiptoes to kiss Joel’s cheek, “She’ll be fine.” You say simply with a smile, “And so will you.”

He wants to say that he knows, but he’s not so sure. His bubble is about to burst, he’ll drive home on his own, to his empty house, and get up tomorrow morning and go about his day as he always has, but with the memory of what it’s like to have you to himself burnt onto his brain. He’s scared. Scared he won’t feel this happy again, but he doesn’t want you to know that, doesn’t want to ask you for more than he already has. So he tells you he knows, kisses your cheek right back, and resigns himself to being lonely once more.

It takes you ages to get home. You’re tired. Joshua is fast asleep upstairs having slept most of the journey home too. Your home is familiar, warm, but you can’t help the feeling that something is missing. He’s missing.

“What did he say?” You ask Tommy as he settles onto the couch with you, glass of whiskey in his hand to unwind before you go to bed.

“Huh?”

“What did Joel say when you told him I could see him more?”

Tommy looks at you with a confused look on his face, like you’re talking to him in another language.

“I thought you would have told him?”

Your heart sinks. You have a lump in your throat. God fucking damn it. You put your head in your hands. You let that man leave you not realizing he wasn’t saying goodbye until it was the right time of the month again. Not realizing you kept your promise, fixed it all. Not knowing he could be happy.

“When would I have had the time?” You ask.

“That’s why I left you outside when Sarah left!” He exclaims in defense, “I thought you’d tell him then.”

“I didn’t!” You cry, trying not to freak out, “Oh Tommy, he’s going to think the worst.”

He puts his hand on your shoulder, trying to ground you, to soothe you, “Why don’t you tell him now?” He offers softly, “He’s only a few streets over.”

“I’ve been gone so long.” You try and fight, the guilt at being away from this part of your family weighing on you. You've neglected them, you think. You should be here, with them, you think.

“Sugar, we coped a week without you,” Tommy muses, leaning forward to press a kiss to your forehead, “We can go one more night,” You look up at him, eyes glassy, because now you realise he truly meant it, that he honestly wants his brother to be happy, and if that means having you then so be it, “Go on,” He nods his head towards the door, “Go get your man.”

It’s late. Joel is sitting on his couch, TV on low, bottle of beer half-finished on the side table. He should go to bed, he knows he’ll have a long day catch up with work tomorrow, but he can’t switch his brain off. He feels lonely. Sat in his house, alone, after a week of having the love of his life curled up next to him. He almost pulls out his phone, shoots a text to the girl he’s been seeing, but he doesn’t want to fuck, he wants someone to cuddle. Someone to fall asleep next to and hold as she snores into his skin, and she never stays, always catches her breath and leaves as soon as she can because that’s what they agreed.

He's about to call it a night when his doorbell rings. He panics, mainly because he wonders if it something to do with Sarah, has she hurt herself? Was she in an accident on the way back to college? He knows it isn’t, because she messaged him a few hours ago with a photo of the steak she’d cooked, but he still panics as he walks to the door, expecting to open it and find a police officer standing there ready to tell him something awful, but when he opens the door, it’s you. His pretty girl. The woman he’s spent less than twelve hours away from and is already yearning for.

He moves to open his mouth, ask what’s wrong, but you launch yourself at him. Jumping onto him with your legs wrapped around his waist, his hands on your ass to keep you upright as you plant your lips right on his. He doesn’t argue, steps back and kicks his door shut, kissing you right back. You open your mouth against his, and he follows, letting your tongues work together as he carries you to his kitchen, setting you on his countertop.

“What’s all this for?” He asks quietly against your lips, pressing his back to yours lightly before he lets you answer.

“He knows,” You speak softly, gripping onto the collar of his flannel, “He’s known all along, how much you love me, how much��I love you,” You kiss him again as his heart flutters in his chest, “Says you can have me whenever you want Joel, you can share me, if that’s what you want.”

He holds your face in his palms, looking into your eyes for any sign this might be a sick joke, but he only finds them filled with love, the same way you’ve looked at him all week, “Is that what you want?” He asks, because he only wants what you want.

“Yes,” You breathe against his mouth, “I want you, always I want you Joel,” You kiss him again, “Now please, put your fucking mouth on me and tell me you want the same.”

It’s desperate this time, when he kisses you, all teeth and tongue and moans as his hands pop open the button of your jeans. You lift your hips off the counter so he can drag them off you. You whine when he pulls his lips from yours, but he drops to his knees, pulling you as close to the edge of the counter as he can without dragging you off him. You expect him to tease you, to work you up, but what he does this time is use his thumbs to spread the folds of your pussy and sucks your clit right into his mouth. Your hands fly to his hair, tangling your fingers in his curls as he lets your clit go from between his lips, but uses the tip of his tongue to flick at that bundle of nerves.

You keep your eyes on him as he devours your cunt, how own eyes looking right back up at you, challenging you to come, challenging you to come undone for him. Using the flat of his tongue to give wide licks to you, then swapping to those delicate kitten licks that make your hips buck into his face. He’s proving himself to you, proving to you he’s worthy of this, of having you around more than he’s used to. He will spend the rest of his life on his knees, worshipping at your altar like this if he must.

“Fuck, Joel,” You groan as he sinks two of his fingers into your pussy, curling them upwards into that spot he knows makes you sing, “Gonna make me come.”

“You gonna cover me, pretty girl?” He asks, pulling away from your cunt just enough to speak, “Want you to soak me.”

It’s filth like that which always tips you over the edge, like right now, as you clench around his fingers, his tongue back on your clit as you do exactly what he wanted, those fingers coaxing you to gush around him, soak his face as he groans into your cunt, coaxing out every last drop of your orgasm before he stands, giving you barely any time to compute what’s happening, before his thick cock is sinking right into the depths of you.

You have no idea whether you’re still coming from before, or whether this sets another one off, as he drags your mouth back to his own, your taste so prevalent on his tongue, but you’re fluttering around his cock, arching into him and crying out his name again. It’s too much, he’s too much, but you don’t want him to ever stop as his hips snap into yours and his hand settles on your throat.

He uses that hand to push your head up, looking you straight in the eye, “Mine now, aren’t you pretty girl?” He punctuates this with a thrust into you.

You nod as he squeezes his hand around your throat a little, nibbling at your jaw line, “Yes Joel,” You whimper, “Yours.”

Because you are. You might be someone else’s as well, but in these four walls, when you’re on your own? You’re just as much his as anyone else’s, and that makes you melt. He’s close, you can feel it, hear it in the way he’s groaning into your skin.

“Come on Joel,” You coax breathlessly, “Give it to me, come inside me.”

“Fuck,” He spits out, “Gonna give you a baby, give it to you right now, mama,” You choke out a sob as he speeds up the snapping of his hips into you, “Give you the fuckin’ moon if you asked me.” You don't doubt him, you know he would, you're tempted to ask for it right now, just to see what he does, see what he gives you.

He pushes himself into you so deep you can feel him in your stomach as he comes, biting down on your shoulder, hands gripping your hips as you feel the ropes of his cum fill you up, praying that this, or any of the times before during the week, have planted his baby right inside you. You want to swell with him again, to make something beautiful with him again, and to be able to properly share the joy with him this time.

He slips out of you, but as is the norm for Joel now, he sinks his fingers into you, stuffing you full of him, giving you as much of him as he possibly can, leaning over to kiss you as he does. He lets you suck his fingers clean, kisses you again, totally unbothered that he can taste himself on your mouth. He pulls away, resting his forehead on yours.

“You gotta go?” He asks softly.

“I’m yours,” You smile, leaning up to peck his lips, “I can stay as long as you want.”

So you do. You stay all night. Curled up in his bed with him. He wakes you up once in the night, slowly easing himself inside your cunt from behind, body clutched to him, rocking his hips into you so so slowly, coaxing your orgasm out from you like he has all the time in the world, because he does now. He doesn’t need to rush with you anymore, your time won’t run out anymore, because you’re his just as much as you're Tommy's.

As he clutches you to his chest, his heart full of so much love, with finally somewhere to put it, he thanks the Lord, he thanks you, but most of all he thanks his brother, for loving him this much, for loving him enough to give him his own slice of happiness. Because for the first time in a long time, he truly is happy, whole again, because of his brother, because of you. Because of his pretty girl.

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dehemetera · 5 months ago

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Omg I can’t believe I am actually posting her. Pls enjoy my precious oc and her wardrobe

Below you can find all the head canons I wrote so far about her, the relationship she has with her squad and with the other significant captains/lieutenants of the Gotei 13

Mira Komamura

General head canons

‌originally from the 4th squad ( vet section) on her own request as she doesn't really like to throw hands.

was assigned to captain Komamura strict medical crew when almost no one knew about his real appearance; specifically, she was tasked with providing emotional support for Sajin's social anxiety.

‌”Captain!? How did you dare to hide that lovely snoot for such a long time?! "

yes, she was basically his emotional support puppy.

as it happens very often, Sajin grew fond for his emotional support puppy and decided to adopt her ( literally) as his brand new sister, then insisted to move her to the 7th.

western origins ( abuses this 🤌🏼 while talking ).

fav animal: humpback whale.

fav food: eats almost everything, watch your hands. Really, this girl is a few snacks away from being your best friend. But if she had to pick one, it'll probably be french fries, no dressing, just salt.

‌fav colour : cold hues in general, blue/green/ purple.

likes stars. Like a whole lot. You give her something with stars on, she's gonna love it. She hoards things with stars on it. She doodles them on everything at hand. When friends are sad, she scribbles a star on the palm of their hand.

‌" you're now under the sign of the good vibes star. You can now enjoy the rest of your day. You're welcome."

now imagine her doing this on Captain Zaraki's hand and Iba's cold sweats thinking how to tell the poor Sajin about his adopted sister's premature departure.

the good vibes star must work thou, cause Kenpachi just patted her head like she was a puppy and walked away. Iba thanked whatever god was listening at that moment.

sassy AF

sarcasm native speaker.

cracks 2.000.000 dirty jokes in between three regular words.

must focus not to drop inconvenient comments during each Captains/ lieutenant meetings.

looks like a black cat personality at the beginning.

turns into a weird dancing parrot when comfortable around someone.

has a ridiculous attention span.

world of the living connoisseur ( western side). Spent several decades studying it by living among living people.

terrible traditional swordsmanship skills.

got Jedi Lightsaber classes on Earth and actually developed a pretty efficient fighting style; ‌Iba is genuinely confused and slightly concerned about that but as long as it works...

likes to sing, not very good at that but still on the average ( usually makes silly dances while singing to underline the lyrics).

pretty skilled belly dancer ( which at some extent she uses in controlling her shikai) but definitely won't dance in public cause she's too shy for that .

very body positive about other people, excessively critic about her own body.

very good painter. She mostly paint with her hands (" advanced kindergarten art skills") but could also use sponges, pieces or paper or rags, leaves, basically everything but a brush;‌most of the times she just likes to make little silly doodles.

then she turns those doodles into stickers and spread them across the seireitei.

Byakuya Kuchiki knows the Shinigami women's association held a secret meeting in his mansion when he finds small stickers with sassy quotes around the house.

take her to the water park; She just loves it.

beach girl

just loves to hang out in the water

‌of course this is the perfect excuse for captain Hirako to make jokes about her liking to be wet

she never denied the statement. 👍🏼

excellent resistence to alcohol. Hard to get drunk.

when that does happen though, she just unleashes all the power or her sass/ sarcasm/ unhinged comments

this usually leads to pretty amusing express stand up comedy shows where she eventually ends up oversharing something she would've preferred to keep for herself

pretends not to remember anything if the topic is pointed out the day after

About the 7th squad

she was gladly welcomed as lieutenant by almost all the soldiers due to her sincere support towards former Captain Komamura

Those affectionate soldiers appreciate her chill attitude prone to jokes and fun as a good balance to Iba’s serious demeanour

She introduced music during workouts and trainings. Music from the west, of course

Now witness the fierce 7th brigade soldiers casually humming Bad Romance while doing their daily chores.

Since Mira’s office is the coziest and most decorated once, Iba started throwing Shinigami Men’s Association meetings inthere

For Iba’s birthday, Mira decided to gift him a new HQ for his meetings by renovating an old, unused warehouse in the barracks, asking Ikkaku some help to edible and renovate the old furniture

Connections

Sajin Komamura : regardless of his full on canine appearance he is still officially her brother by previous adoption. Mira still takes good care of him, she has the most luxurious dog bed in her office for him to stop by. She also got him one of those speaking buttons board humans give their dogs to communicate.

Tetsuzaemon Iba : is definitely like a dad. All of their interactions have the warm yet bickering feeling of a father/daughter dynamic, including: communication issues, dad being jealous and over protective of his precious daughter when men buzz around, not understanding slangs. Mira signed up for Iba’s fan club to show support to her dad.

Shunsui Kyoraku : calls her Mira-chan and likes to invite her to drink together. He pays great attention to her drunken monologues as they’re usually pretty straightforward and accurate analysis of the current state of the Seireitei. He definitely trusts her guts and intuition in picking up the overall morale of the squads. Mira also signed up for his fan club ‘cause he’s the big boss and deserves support. Nanao Ise firmly oppose this.

Rose Otoribashi: is the only one whom has ever seen Mira dance. They sometime shares music afternoons with Rose playing music and her using it to practice her dance. They have a very respectful and delicate bond revolving on mutual arts appreciation.

Izuru Kira: it took them some time to get along due to Kira being really private person. Now they’re kinda cool about each other and Mira often tries to cheer him up telling him the whole hole in the chest thing is metal AF.

Shinji Hirako: this man bribed Mira in joining his fan club by offering her a bag of weed infused gummy bears. It worked. They operate at the highest level of shenanigans and communicate almost exclusively by flirting. Bombastic side eyes darting across the captain’s council room during meetings when they know the other one would be just about dropping the sassiest sh*t that would cost them the career. Regularly hangs out together both in the Soul Society and on Earth. Part of their flirt jokes revolves around the fact they would gladly date each other (but never actually did that).

Momo Hinamori: was the first to show Mira support when she was promoted to lieutenant. Therefore, Mira loves this girl and brings her gifts, treats and loves spending time together for a tea time. They share a heavy betrayal trauma and do their best to support each other in their healing journey.

Renji & Rukia: if Iba is her dad, Renji is her bro and Rukia is the sister in law you actually like more than your own brother. The three of them have a weekly “world of the living pop culture” themed night to binge watch series and movie marathons. Burping competitions between Mira and Renji are mandatory and Rukia is the judge.

Matsumoto Ranjiku: these two can love and hate each other depending on the mood and the topic. Sometimes they look like besties laughing together and mutually complimenting , ten minutes later they’re fighting over something, usually Matsumoto habit of exploiting men using her beauty.

Kenpachi Zaraki: these two really get along for reasons. Mira actually feels safe around him cause who would ever dare to fuck around close to him? She also thinks he’s illegally hot but never dared to voice that, not she would ever try to approach him with intentions. She just likes to fantasize about that amazing mass of wonder. On Kenpachi’s side, he likes to have a new brat messing around him without being scared, it feels heartwarming and nostalgic, sometimes feeds her the same candies he used to buy for Yachiru. Since Mira’s birthday is right after Kenpachi’s, she usually shows up at the 11th barracks with a cake to share to celebrate both their birthdays.

Ikkaku Madarame: for the better time they’ve been knowing each other, he just passively tolerated her, enjoying her little shows from time to time but never payed too much attention to the new lieutenant of the 7th squad. Then Mira came to ask his help in renovating the warehouse for Iba’s birthday gift and since the process took quite some time, they had the chance to spend time together, getting to know each other during those long crafty nights of recycling furniture. He is now heavily crushing on her and gets a little shaky and mildly flustered when she’s around, with Yumichika largest amusement. Mira has always appreciated her fellow colleague and was glad to have the chance to build up some kind of relationship with him but she’s genuinely confused by his friendly yet shifty and sometimes awkward behaviour towards her (she’s not good in getting the hint).

Yumichika Ayasegawa: oh the tea they spill. They don’t meet very often but when they do the amount of information they share can compete with the finest Seieitei’s intelligence. Sometimes they go shopping together. Yumichika tries his best to create opportunities for Ikkaku to be there when Mira comes over.

If you managed to read this far, thank you 💕

Some captains/ lieutenants are missing to the list but I already have them written, maybe I will add them in some future post.

Definitely expect more drawings about Mira’s adventures. I have more on the making (like about her zampakuto and other stuff.

I hope you enjoyed this little piece of my imagination,

✨comments, reblogs and likes are appreciated ✨

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surftrips · 2 years ago

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Could I request a JJ X reader where he notices reader is being quiet and pulls them aside to comfort them?

thank u for the request! this ended up being a little longer than a blurb, it's just over 1,000 words. enjoy <3

lovers rock

John B was hosting a "small" get-together at the Chateau for his birthday, but alas, word had spread and nearly the entire teenage population of the island was in his front yard.

You were making the rounds with JJ when he went off to use the bathroom. You should have just stayed where you were, but you decided to venture off and see who else was in attendance.

"Caroline? Hey, how it's been!" you greeted a brunette girl you had class with last semester.

"Y/N! I've been so good... hey is it true you're dating that Maybank kid now?"

You blushed, still not quite used to being in such a public relationship. It seemed as though the entire island knew your boyfriend and you're not sure how you felt about that.

"Uh, yeah, I am- I mean, we are dating." you said awkwardly, one hand brushing your other arm.

You couldn't make out the expression on her face because it quickly changed to a smile.

"Oh, that's so great! Listen, I'll see you around?"

As you waved her off, you made a mental note to ask JJ if he knew Caroline too.

After that conversation, the vibe of the party seemed to shift. It was like people began looking at you everywhere you went, and conversations grew quiet as you approached them.

You weren't usually an anxious person, but you couldn't help but feel as though Caroline and your relationship had something to do with this.

Growing increasingly nervous, you looked around for a familiar face. Please, Sarah, Pope, Cleo, where are you guys?

Instead, your eyes landed on your boyfriend. Next to a girl. Was that Caroline? Oh, he was next to Caroline. And she was leaning into his ear to tell him something. Something about you?

You were going to be sick. You quickly ran to the nearest bathroom and slammed the door shut, trying to gain control of your breathing.

You knew prior to dating JJ that he had a bit of a reputation on the island, but it didn't bother you. At the end of the day, you felt as though you knew him best. The image people had of JJ was nothing compared to all the intimate moments you guys shared.

For instance, no one else knew what it felt like to be in his arms and feel like nothing was wrong.

Right? No one else knew?

You seemed to be unsure of yourself. You knew that JJ had dated on and off before you, but you were his first serious relationship.

Did any of those girls feel the way you felt? The security? The doubts? The love? The fear?

"Hey! Open up!"

Shit. Someone had to use the bathroom. You quickly cleaned yourself up in the mirror and excused yourself as you walked out.

In front of you, you could see people taking turns drinking shots. Yeah, I could use some of that.

As you headed for the kitchen, you heard the familiar sound of your boyfriend.

"Y/N! There you are, I've been looking all around for you babe. Where did you go?" he asked, as caring as ever.

You tried to compose yourself. "Just had to use the bathroom," you smiled, innocently enough.

"Oh, okay. Getting another drink?"

"Actually, I think I'm gonna head home early. I'm just super tired," you said.

JJ's face smile instantly turned into a frown and you silently cursed yourself for making him sad. "It's only 10 pm," he said.

"I know... I just..." you scrambled to come up with something. Anything so you wouldn't have to have this uncomfortable conversation with him.

"Babe, what's wrong?"

"Do you know Caroline?" you blurted out before you could think the question through.

He seemed shocked, you had caught him off guard. This did nothing to ease your nerves.

"Caroline Halloway? Yeah, kinda. Why?"

"I don't know, she was talking to me earlier and asking about us and then I saw her go up to you..." you trailed off, not sure if you wanted to find out something and regret it later on.

"Y/N, girls talk to me all the time. It doesn't mean anything. She was just asking how I was."

"But don't you think it's kinda weird? Like I only had one class with her last semester and she knows about our relationship?"

"I don't think it's weird. It's a small island, everyone knows each other. Y/N, tell me what's really bothering you."

Before you could open your mouth to speak, someone had cranked up the music in the living room and the sounds of teenagers cheering filled your ears.

"Not here," you said, dragging JJ's hand through the crowd and into his "bedroom" at the Chateau.

Once inside, he sat on the bed as you paced around the room.

"Are you sick of me?"

"What?" he asked, taken aback.

"JJ, I know I'm your first real girlfriend and that you've never been in a serious relationship this long before. I can't help but feel... sometimes that you're slipping away from me. Like you said, girls come up to you all the time! I'm worried you'll get tired of me."

"Y/N.... no, never," he was standing up now, walking over to take your face in his hands.

You were sniffling now, "I'm worried that you miss it sometimes... the hookups and no strings and non-commitment. That you'll crave some other girl's touch or fleeting intimacy or...."

"Baby, you're rambling. All I need is you. If I could go back in time, do you know what I would do?" he said, wiping tears away from your eyes.

You shook your head.

"I would go back in time and meet you earlier. All of the moments I experienced before you with other girls were fleeting, just like you said. What we have is solid. I wouldn't trade that for the world," he said.

"Promise?"

"Promise. I could never be sick of you. None of the other girls will ever compare to you."

He pressed a kiss to your forehead, then your lips. "Come on, lay down with me."

You obliged, feeling a little stupid for your outburst now. JJ turned to the side table where his record player was, putting on some soft rock music.

As he turned to face you, you couldn't help but think about how pretty he was. Dirty blonde hair and blue-green eyes that you could drown in.

You snuggled in closer to him, tuning out the voices outside his bedroom door and focusing on the beating of his heart and the music.

You turned to give him a kiss before the end of the song.

#jj maybank #jj maybank x reader #jj x reader #jj maybank imagine #obx #outer banks #obx x reader #obx imagine #rudy pankow #rudy pankow x reader #jj maybank x you

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divine-crows · 3 months ago

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10 Ideas for When You Want to Practice Divination but 'Don't Have a Good Reason to'

Sometimes you just get an urge to do some tarot, or the urge to mess with runes, but there's nothing you really want or need out of it. So I came up with some ideas that scratch the divination magic itch!

To note: for most of these prompts I will be referring to "cards" since I prefer cartomancy the most, however most of these ideas can be adapted into other forms of divination.

1. Artwork

I love drawing a random tarot card and making a quick and easy collage. Or sometimes I let the cards pick a prompt for me!

2. Make your own oracle cards/make your own form of divination

You can create your own themes, give the cards a specific use, or even just make some cards meant for witchy decoration-- do whatever you please! Likewise, you can also create your own divination system using items, symbolism, or "runic" imagery.

3. "Hang out" with your preferred divination device

I like to sit with my cards and admire the artwork, or sometimes I'll watch a movie while randomly shuffling them. It helps me feel connected to them!

4. Conduct an "interview"

Since my preferred method of divination is my tarot cards, I'll typically ask them to give me a reversed card for 'no' and a right-side-up card for 'yes'. I'll then proceed to ask it whatever questions pop into my mind. Sometimes I'll even ask it questions about myself. You can definitely adapt this idea into other forms of divination and give it a try!

Pick a card and then pick a song you feel fits the vibe of the card the most. Keep doing this until you have a full fledged playlist!

5. Make a divination-led playlist!

6. Learn a new form of divination

To name a few for inspiration: Aeromancy, Bibliomancy, Carromancy, Curiomancy, Cubomancy, Dowsing, Dream Interpretation, Scrying, Palmistry.

Please note that some forms of divination may be closely tied to closed practices and cultures and should be treated with respect.

7. Create "companion" cards for your tarot deck OR "companion runes" for rune casting!

This one coincides with idea #2 but it's a concept I love. The idea is you add new symbolic cards/runes based on preference, personal ideas, etc. It's a great way to make your deck feel even more personal to you! You could even find preexisting runes/cards and add those in if you're unsure about creating your own.

8. Make your own divination spreads

Even if you won't nessicarily use them in the moment, or even if you have a lot of spreads saved-- you can still have fun coming up with your own and writing them down to test out in the future! Think about hobbies, interests, or themes you like to inspire you.

9. Multi divination tool readings

Sometimes its fun to figure out how you can use multiple forms of divination. Write down some ideas in your grimoire on how you can possibly incorporate multiple methods so you can test it out in the future!

10. Try to predict your dreams

This one may not be a big favorite for everyone (especially considering you can argue that you'll subconsciously make your dream turn out a certain way because of your reading), but it was a fun activity i used to do when I was a beginner and needed an excuse to practice my skills! I usually would just ask a baseline question like "what will my dream look like overall?" And then from there I would ask more questions to get an idea of what it would look like.

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I hope my list of ideas were helpful for anyone in a divination slump! I understand they may not be helpful for everyone so feel free to make your own posts with your own ideas! Likewise feel free to comment any other ideas.

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the-fangirl-from-hell · 2 years ago

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Succubus Blues

summary: When the new succubus at the school starts sleeping around with the Nightshades one by one, Xavier gets impatient for his turn. Except it seems like his turn may never come.

pairing: Xavier Thorpe x succubus!reader

minor pairings: Ajax x reader, Davina x reader, Rowan x reader (obligatory au where he’s alive) Wednesday x Enid

mentions of: Yoko x Reader, Bianca x Reader, Wednesday x reader

warnings: smut (i’m marking the beginning and end so you can skip ~) reader has a demon form, she’s insecure about it, small mentions of death, reader gets around

tags: bisexual reader, jealousy, insecurity, angst with happy ending, hurt comfort, fluff, soulmates, forced proximity, love confession, monster loving, smut (this includes: femdom, marking, begging, praise, hair pulling, finger sucking, oral fem receiving, PIV, pounding, enthusiastic consent)

this was very long so let me know if I missed any

word count: 6.9k (i swear this wasn’t intentional) yes, the title is a book reference

Xavier knew that falling for a succubus was a bad idea.

There were a lot of supernatural creatures in the outcast world that didn’t make for very good partners for various reasons; shadow creatures with no actual body, vampires and any kind of creatures that feed on blood, out of control lycanthropes, golems known for spreading diseases. The list could go on forever. But one of the worst creatures you could catch feelings for was the succubus. They were actual demons who fed on human souls, using their own lust against them. Some of them could feed on dreams and some needed physical contact.

So when this girl walked into the Nightshades library and Xavier’s heart skipped a beat he knew he was fucked.

Or at least he wished he would be. [Y/F/N] was the most charming, magnetic, electric, and attractive person he knew. She exhaled self-confidence and fierceness, was a smooth talker, and had the body of a goddess. You couldn’t blame a guy for hoping.

It was perfectly normal to be attracted to a succubus; everything about them from their smile to their scent was made to lure you in. But the more Xavier got to know her, the deeper his feelings for the girl got until he couldn’t blame her nature anymore. It wasn’t just the way his body reacted to her touch. No. It was the way he couldn’t suppress his smile when she walked in the room, the way she made his day better with just a few kind words, the way she laughed at his jokes under her breath like she was trying to hold it in.

This is why it sucked that she did not return his feelings. And why it hurt so much seeing her with other people. And she got around. Succubi need to feed and [Y/N] was insatiable.

She first got her claws in Ajax. When she joined the Nightshades they threw a little party to welcome her in, make her feel part of the group. It was Yoko’s idea. Not even two whole glasses of mimosa in she was flirting with the gorgon boy, batting her eyelashes at him, not-so-subtly touching his forearm.

Xavier was furious. He hated that he had to watch the whole thing unfold from a distance as he was having a conversation with Bianca about Thornhill’s class. He wished he could hear what they were laughing about. He knew she was faking it for him. The little lines that formed at the corners of her eyes every time he made a joke were missing. She wasn’t laughing with her whole body like she was with him, just a dainty little giggle. A strategy to stroke Ajax’s ego.

After not even half an hour they excused themselves from the party and got lost in the school’s hallway.

Then there was Davina. Xavier had the displeasure of witnessing that one up close and personal. As he and [Y/N] were having lunch the siren joined them and the vibes changed so suddenly that it gave Xavier whiplash. Her posture shifted, her back arched, her lips pursed into a sensual smile. It reminded the boy of a cat ready to pounce. Even her voice didn’t sound like her own; it was lower, more seductive. The girl acted like he wasn’t even there.

They must have snuck away into a janitorial closet or something because, by the next period, the succubus was glowing with magical energy and vitality.

By the time he caught her with Yoko, he figured out she was picking the Nightshades one by one, which gave him hope. Maybe at some point she’d get around to him. It was pitiful, the way he was holding his breath for a crumb of affection from this girl. He wanted her all to himself, truly, but he’d settle for anything she gave him. If that meant sharing her with a whole secret society he could be content with that.

He wasn’t next on her list, it was Rowan. Unfortunately, he had to walk in on them in his own dorm room. When the door creaked open, the two’s heads whipped around at the same time to see who came in. Rowan’s hair was a mess, his lips were red and swollen as if they’d been making out for a while already and on his lap [Y/N] was sitting trying to cover her bare chest with a t-shirt she picked off the ground.

“Lock the door next time,” he addressed Rowan as if that didn’t just make the situation even more awkward.

But there probably wouldn’t be a next time. He noticed already that the succubus didn’t eat at the same table twice. Either she was trying everyone to see who she liked or she just didn’t like to settle down. In his fantasies, Xavier was so good that she never went to another partner ever again.

He was all she ever needed, she just didn’t know it yet.

He also noticed that she had a pattern of feeding, around the start of every month. So, only a few days away from the beginning of the next month, when they were both dancing at the Rave’N, Xavier started to get his hopes up.

She looked gorgeous in her dancing attire, it took everything in him to not compliment her every second. He only asked her as a friend because he didn’t want to push her out of her comfort zone. For as much as he wanted to pull her to the side and confess his feelings and make love to her all night long, she seemed to be a fan of casual stuff.

“Xav, I’ve been meaning to ask you this question. Let me know if this makes you uncomfortable,” the girl started.

This was it. The moment he’s been waiting for. She was going to take him.

“Go ahead,” he encouraged her, trying to suppress a smile.

“This might be kinda awkward so if I’m asking for too much, just say the words and I’ll pretend this conversation never happened. I don’t want our friendship to suffer.” She stopped and took a deep breath. “There goes nothing: Is it ok if I take Bianca out? I know she’s your ex and I don’t want to hurt you.”

The girl gave him a wink when she talked about taking Bianca out. Xavier knew what that meant; feed on her. She was asking for permission to fuck his ex. Not him. Bianca.

“I mean, do you even know if she’s into girls?”

It occurred to him that the succubus was still talking, but he couldn’t listen to any word coming out of her oh-so-kissable lips. She didn’t seem to notice the war that going on inside Xavier’s mind.

“I initially meant to skip her just to be safe, but she looks so good in that dress and I’m starving,” a low growl escaped the girl’s mouth at the end of the sentence and Xavier could swear her eyes turned red for just a flicker of a second.

Must be a trick of the lights.

They couldn’t finish their conversation as red paint started to fall from the ceiling on both of them splattering their white clothes, their faces, and their hair. Xavier spent a lot of time making his hair look good. Not that it mattered anymore since the girl he did all of that for was busy checking out his ex-girlfriend instead.

Out of chivalry he took off his jacket and put it over [Y/N] head in order to protect her from the paint raining on them as they run towards the exit and almost slipped and fell in the red liquid. Xavier’s hand instinctively wrapped around the girl’s midriff and helped steady her. She pushed his hands away as if they burned her.

That hurt him in ways he couldn’t articulate in words.

“Sorry,” he murmured, embarrassed.

“You didn’t answer my question,” the girl tried to change the conversation and get rid of the awkward air permeating the conversation.

“I don’t mind.”

A lie.

“What the hell, you can even use my shed if you need privacy. Just lock the door or put a sock on it or something. I don’t need another Rowan situation.”

The girl looked down in embarrassment. Xavier didn’t know succubi even got embarrassed about this sort of stuff. From his research (yes, he’s been doing research) they were very open about their adventures and even almost exhibitionistic. He thought the only reason [Y/N] was particularly secretive was because according to Nevermore’s rules, she couldn’t feed on school grounds so she had to keep it on the down low. That was probably the reason she targeted the Nightshades, they were good at keeping secrets.

But she had no reason to hide from him. He knew what she was up to, half the school knew. On more than one occasion he had to intimidate people or threaten them when they commented nasty things about her behind her back. Only to get accused of sleeping with her himself – he wished.

“You’d seriously do that for me?” the girl asks with a hopeful smile. “Thank you!”

It looked like she was going in for a hug but then changed her mind. She’d been awfully distant that night.

Another two months pass by and by Xavier’s math, he was the only Nightshade left. He was a bit upset that she kept him dead last, almost like she had no other choice. But beggars can’t be choosers; and by god was he ready to beg for this girl.

Besides, maybe she just likes to keep the best for last. He still had hope. Which was swiftly crushed after he saw Wednesday in Thornhill’s class with a very specific mark on her neck.

He has seen this mark numerous times on [Y/N]'s ex-partners right after they spent the night together. It was dark red and it looked like a bunch of triangles all connected in a circle, almost like a stylized sun. It usually went away after a couple days and the kids always tried to hide it in the meantime. Xavier told himself that when his turn came, he’d wear the symbol proudly – show it off even. He wanted everyone to know that she chose him, she was with him.

But that day never came and now, more than ever, Xavier was worried that it might never come.

Wednesday wasn’t even a Nightshade, she was offered a position in the secret society but she declined. Why was [Y/N] sleeping with her?

He even tried to ask the raven haired girl about it, but she snapped at him.

“What I do in my spare time is my business,” she said coldly.

He couldn’t even count Wednesday as an exception because after her he heard rumors of other non-Nightshades being with the girl of his dreams.

That was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Xavier couldn’t take it anymore. He had to face the painful truth which was that he will never be with her the way he wants. The reality of it all stung like a hundred sharp icicles through his heart. Cold and merciless like the woman he fell for.

His fantasies of her were always a bit unrealistic. That she’ll fall in love with him after just one night, that he’d be so good she’d never need anyone else but him, that she was avoiding him because he was special somehow for her. It was all lies he told himself to cope. But the reality was even worse than his worst nightmares. He wasn’t at the bottom of her list; he actually wasn’t even an option.

He tried to blink away the hot tears threatening to spill down his cheeks, but the battle was already lost. Good thing he managed to get in his dorm room and Rowan was away – probably with [Y/N]. Maybe she was starting again from the bottom only to be able to avoid him again. Not like he mattered to her.

This was all his fault. He allowed himself to drown in delusions and convince himself to see things that weren’t really there. Like the way the succubus would cozy up to him in the library when they were doing homework until the late hours of the day. She’d sometimes fall asleep on his shoulder or rest against his chest and Xavier could swear the intimacy of it all meant something. Or the way she was always checking on him. Was he sleeping enough? Did he still have nightmares?

She was just being a good friend and he allowed his imagination to run wild. It was never going to happen. It was time he’d accept that.

The ringing of his phone pulled Xavier out of his miserable pity party.

“Yes?” he answered softly, trying to hide the fact that he’s been crying.

“Xavier!” the excitement in the girl’s voice made his stomach do a backflip. “Listen: I have this crazy plan and I need my partner in crime to make this work. Are you in?”

He was happy being her friend. He valued her friendship. He loved being her partner in crime. Then why did it all hurt so much still?

“What is the plan?” he asked cautiously.

“I’ve been spending more time with Wednesday and it seems she’s absolutely smitten with Enid, her roommate. You know Enid, our resident Gossip Girl.”

Xavier couldn’t really hear the succubus’ words for a while as blood rushed to his head in anger at the thought of her and Wednesday and how they’d been spending more time together. He could hear his own heartbeat in his ears. He had no right to be this jealous. She was never his and never will be. It was time to let her go.

“Cut to the case, [Y/N]”

“Since they’re both clearly in love with each other but too stupid to do anything about it, I thought we could step in and help. You said something about your shed a while ago and it got me thinking. Maybe we could tell them we’re throwing an 'End of the Year' party there and ask them to come, set up a nice romantic dinner and lock them there,” she let out an excited giggle. Xavier’s heart gave a flutter. “I know it’s a little unorthodox, but I think it’ll work. What do you say? Tomorrow night?”

Xavier mulled over her words a little bit. He was mad at this girl. Furious almost. His heart was broken and lying on the floor because of her. But she was still his good friend and he couldn’t disappoint her. He didn’t want to stop being her friend. And she didn’t deserve to be punished just because he was delusional.

“Sure. I’ll prepare the shed, you get the girls.”

“I knew we were on the same wavelength. We’re like our own kooky version of soulmates.”

Soulmates. Xavier let out a humorless laugh. The phone hung up before he could say another word, which was good because he was probably going to regret was he was going to say anyway.

Xavier was making the last adjustments to the tiny dinner table he manages to squeeze into his shed. He was pretty proud of himself for putting it all together so the plan better work. He’d hate to have put all this effort in for nothing. The shed has been cleaned up, and most of his art supplies had been put aside in a corner and covered under a dark blue bed sheet (he had to improvise a little). There was a small round table in the middle of the room and two mismatched chairs. Xavier liked to think it was a metaphor for the two girls he was trying to set up, as they were also an odd pair. But in reality, he just couldn’t find two matched chairs on such short notice and he wasn’t going to buy new ones just for this.

The door creaked open and Xavier jumped until he saw it was just [Y/N].

“I thought you were bringing in Wednesday.”

The plan was that Xavier texted Enid to come and the succubus brought over Wednesday. This way they could make sure the girls arrived at the same time and couldn’t catch onto their plan before it could unfold. They even got the rest of the Nightshades to corroborate their fake party story to seem more believable.

“Can’t find her anywhere.”

“I’m right here,” the monotone voice couldn’t belong to anyone else but Wednesday.

The two turned around at the same time only to see the gloomy girl closing the shed door in their face. They heard the unmistakable sound of the key being turned in the lock.

“I must admire your bravery,” Wednesday said.

They could barely hear her through the closed window she was behind.

“Or maybe foolishness. Thinking you could one-up me? You two should know better by now. The gorgon boy spilled everything after I pressed him just a little. You should be more careful when you choose who you entrust with your secrets.”

On a closer inspection, Xavier noticed Enid peeking behind Wednesday's shoulder.

“They played us. She figured it out and they turned it around us.”

He grabbed his phone and started texting all of his friends in hopes that one of them would answer and come rescue them. He didn’t know if there was much they could do considering Wednesday had the key and there was no way to get it out of her. But maybe someone from the outside could use something to break the door down.

“One night trapped in here should be enough to teach you not to meddle in my private life.”

And with that, the two girls both left hand in hand.

“Wednesday, you can’t do this! I have a date tonight and I’m famished!” [Y/N] was banging on the door furiously, trying to catch the attention of their keykeeper. “I can’t be here all night! WEDNESDAY!”

The girl grabbed the doorknob and rattled it vigorously to no avail. The door shook on its hinges but it wouldn’t open – which really meant something considering the succubus had supernatural strength. If anyone could open the door using sheer force, it should be her.

“It’s no use,” Xavier let out a defeated sigh.

He let himself fall on one of the chairs next to the table and rested his head on his palms, covering up his face in the process. His mind was going at 1000 miles per hour. He was trapped in his studio with his crush. She was starving. And furious. There was no escape for the next eight hours… maybe more? How was he going to survive this without doing or saying anything stupid? He wasn’t.

“Maybe they’re just kidding. They’re gonna leave us here for like an hour and come back,” Xavier could hear the desperation in the girl’s voice. “They wouldn’t let us here all night.”

A familiar growl left the girl’s lips. The boy would recognize that sound in a thousand- it was the sound she made when she was hungry. And he didn’t want to admit it but it did things to him.

“Will you stop abusing my door? They’re not coming back for us.” Xavier fought the impulse to throw his phone at the wall so he set it on the table instead. “They’re all in on it. Wednesday was always a step ahead of us and she got everyone involved. None of them are answering their phones. There’s no way they’re all busy at the same time. They know exactly where we are and they’re leaving us here.”

[Y/N] kicked the door and it gave Xavier the impression she wasn’t doing it to open it anymore, just to let off some steam.

“That’s what I get for trying to play cupid. What was I thinking?”

Dejected, the girl threw herself on the other available chair visibly fuming. He’s never seen her this angry and was embarrassed at how much it turned him on. He couldn’t think about stuff like that, especially not at the moment. Not when he had no way to squeeze out of there and take care of himself.

“You had good intentions. No one can hold it against you that you wanted to help your friends.”

“No, Wednesday is right. I shouldn’t meddle in her personal affairs. Did you hear that, When?” the girl raised her voice at no one in particular. “I’ve learned my lesson! I’ll never try to help you again!”

Xavier gave her a look that said ‘are you done yet?’ and she scowled at him.

“Is that steam coming out of your ears?” he teased.

She cracked a smile, in spite of everything going wrong. If you were a starving demon and had to be trapped in a shed overnight, at least being with your best friend made it better. Silver linings and all that.

But the girl’s smile was short-lived, being replaced with a grimace as a jolt of pain coursed through her body.

“Are you okay?” Xavier asked worriedly.

“Peachy,” the girl inhaled a sharp breath through gritted teeth. “Just a little peckish.”

Xavier never considered the possibility that not feeding could hurt her. He knew succubi couldn’t die and not feeding meant they lost their powers but it made sense that it could not be that easy. There had to be a bigger price to pay. Being an outcast always came with a price.

“So what hot date did you miss tonight?” he tried to help take her mind away from the pain.

“Just this normie girl, I bought her a coffee a week ago and we’ve been texting since then. Her parents are away for the night and she invited me over.”

The boy tried desperately to hide his jealousy but it was only getting worse.

“I could help,” he proposed with a shaky voice.

It took a while for the girl to say anything. When she got up from the table and lay on the mattress in the corner Xavier started worrying that he was too quiet in his request, maybe she didn't hear him.

“It’s fine, I can suck it up for the night. I’ll download fucking Tinder tomorrow and find someone quickly. Don’t worry about me.”

How could he not worry when she was basically on the floor, hugging her knees and writhing in pain?

“You’re unbelievable!” Xavier ran a hand through his hair in frustration. “You’d rather sit like this through the night than touch me. Am I that disgusting to you?”

He didn’t mean to be that loud but the rejection was burning in his chest like an angry sun and the words kept pouring out of his mouth with recklessness.

It was the first time she turned him down explicitly. Until this point, he’s only ever begged her with his eyes to take him to her bed. And he never got back an answer. So he pretended she just didn’t understand what he meant, that she was just that clueless. It’s not that she didn’t want him, he just needed to be a little bolder.

There was no hiding behind delusion now.

The girl finally looked up from the floor. As soon as they made eye contact Xavier almost fell to his knees, feeling the need to apologize for his outburst. She looked crushed. As if something in Xavier’s words or tone fundamentally shatter something inside her.

“You really think that?” she asked and she sounded like she was on the verge of tears.

“Why else would you keep so far away from me?” he asked, but he wasn’t so confident in his accusations anymore. “I’ve sat patiently and waited for you to notice me and you never did, how do you think that makes me feel?” he fought back a sob. “And then I had to sit back and watch you choose someone else over and over again – everyone but me! And even when I’m the only choice left, you still don’t want me.”

The girl looked at him baffled like she had no idea he felt this way. Xavier was quite shocked, too; he didn’t expect to let it all out at once. Now hot tears threatened to spill down his face and he made no effort to hold them back. There was nothing he could hide from her anymore.

“Truth is I’m yours, wholeheartedly and it breaks me to know you’ll never want what I can offer.”

“There is no one in this world that I want more than you, Xavier Thorpe,” the girl whispered, her shattered expression seemingly mirroring his. “I just can’t allow myself to even entertain the idea because I’ll end up heartbroken and you’ll end up dead.”

Xavier seemed confused.

“I know you’d never hurt me–”

“I wouldn’t be able to control myself once I get a taste. I can’t feed on one person alone, it could kill you. That’s why I never have the same person twice in a row, and I give them plenty of time to heal.”

“Well then, you can feed on other people, too. Promise I won’t be jealous anymore… if you promise you’ll come back to me every now and then.”

He gingerly reached for her hand and placed it on his cheek, craving some form of comfort and affection. He half expected the girl to pull back, instead she cupped his face and wiped away a tear with her thumb.

“I could never do this to you, Xav. It’ll ruin you. Look what seeing me with other people had done to you already. I thought by keeping you at arm’s length I was protecting you,” she scoffed.

Xavier closed his eyes and leaned into her touch even more. He was almost ecstatic to hear she returned his feelings. She truly did want him back, but there was a demon-shaped obstacle in the way.

As she leaned in, their foreheads touched. They sat there for a few moments, resting against each other, simply enjoying the other’s presence. The intimacy of the situation almost made Xavier weep tears of joy. It’s all he’s ever wanted.

“I give you permission to ruin me, you know,” he whispered and they finally parted.

The succubus' eyes turned red once more, her pupils dilating. Xavier wondered if this is what she looked like when she fed. More monstrous. He’d never had the guts to ask any of the Nightshades about the private time they spent with her but he’d always wanted to know.

“What about just a kiss? Would that ease your pain?”

[Y/N] who’s been fighting diligently her demonic urges finally caved in. She grabbed Xavier by the back of his head and pulled him close to her, their lips crashing against one another like clouds in a stormy sky, creating pure electricity. She wanted to be gentle with him, pamper him then slowly unravel him in her arms but every inch of her body ached with longing. She kept him waiting for long enough.

Her kiss felt like fire against Xavier’s lips, painful but purifying. He let out the most sinful moan but then the succubus finally regained control of herself and pulled away. He shamelessly almost toppled over her trying to chase her kiss. He knew he said one kiss, but he hoped it would last longer.

For eternity, perhaps.

“Thanks, that’s better,” she whispered wiping her mouth.

She got up, knowing full well that if she didn’t get away from him soon she was going to break him. He whimpered and looked up at her, still on his knees. The sight alone almost made the girl change her mind.

“Are you sure?” Xavier asked with hopeful eyes.

“It doesn’t hurt anymore.”

Xavier couldn’t accept that that was all of it. Not when he got so close to being hers. He mustered up whatever courage was left in his body and grabbed her hand once again and placed it against his cheek. She didn’t seem to mind until he placed her thumb on his bottom lip and opened his mouth. He wasn’t going to force her to do anything, but he wasn’t above begging.

His pride could rot for all he cared.

The red in the girl’s eyes became a thin circle around her dilated, pitch-black pupil. She reminded Xavier of a cat, which made him wonder if he could make her purr.

“Tell me to stop,” he breathed out.

She didn’t. He took her silence as a go-ahead and shoved her finger in his mouth, sucking on it, making sure not to break eye contact. There was something so hot about her inhuman appearance and the way she was looking down on him like she wanted to eat him. And he would let her.

Xavier couldn’t contain himself any longer. His trembling hand made its way into his pants, grabbing his hard member. Whimpers started slipping through his lips as he was stroking himself. He stuck out his tongue and the girl got the message. Her finger slipped out of his mouth and into his hair, grabbing a fistful.

Now his forehead was resting on the demon’s hip as he was fucking his own hand. Being so close to her crotch, he could smell her arousal. The absurdity and sheer depravity of the whole situation were slowly downing on him, making his face flush even redder. But there was something so delightfully exciting about it that it made Xavier throb in his own hand.

“Can I come, please?” he asked breathlessly.

When he looked back up at the girl to see her nod, her head was adorned with two small black horns pointing up. Her grasp tightened around his hair and he could feel what he could only assume were claws scraping at his scalp. All of those sensations combined were all he needed to send him over the edge.

He was still self-aware enough to raise his shirt up as he came all over his own stomach to prevent getting it all dirty. After he was finished he took off his shirt, just as a precaution.

“You look really pretty like this. I could get used to this view,” [Y/N] flashed a smile and Xavier noticed her pointy canine for the first time.

He wanted her to bite his neck so hard he almost wept. That’s what she uses to mark people. And by the end of the night, she was gonna do that to him. She had to.

He didn’t care how embarrassed he would be with all his friends knowing what they did in here and how it was kind of their fault since they locked them in. He just wanted to be hers.

“You took the words out of my mouth,” he finally managed to say. “I didn’t think you could get any more beautiful.”

The words seemed to wake the demon up from a trance as she looked at her clawed hands, then inspected her hair and found the two horns sitting on top of her head. Her expression looked horrified.

“Fuck!” she exclaimed. “I’m so sorry.”

She turned around and only in a few seconds she went back to her human form, the one Xavier was familiar with. She let out a sigh and propped herself against the round table in the middle of the room.

“Why are you apologizing?”

“I didn’t mean to scare you…” the girl’s voice was barely a whisper.

This came as a shock to Xavier who didn’t think someone like her would ever get self-conscious. Not when she looked like that.

“It’s just that I was drained and hungry and I couldn’t control myself. I didn’t realize I reverted back to my natural form.”

“You don’t always look like that when you feed?”

She shook her head.

“No one’s seen me like that – ever. That’s why I’m always starving, ‘cause I use all my power to cast this stupid glamour. It’s exhausting.”

Xavier finally sat up, although his knees were still wobbly and his legs were shaky. He came closer to the demon and gave her a peck on the lips.

“Show yourself to me again, please.”

He gave her his best puppy dog eyes and the girl caved. She shifted back to her demonic form, the one she was born in. Xavier stared at her in all her dark and monstrous glory. Her horns, her eyes, her fangs; no one could compare to her otherworldly beauty.

Xavier gave her another kiss, longer this time, with intent behind it. He was assuring her that he’d never be scared of her in any form she’d take. That he would always love her and she’d always be gorgeous to him. The kiss was slow and sensual, full of heart.

“We should stop before I drain you,” the girl managed to say between kisses.

Xavier let out a whimper in protest and rested his head against the demon’s neck. He planted a small kiss there.

“But I didn’t even get to be inside of you,” he complained. “Or taste you.”

“You must have a death wish, Xavier Thorpe.”

But despite the front of annoyance she was putting on, she was biting down on a smile. She wished she could cast this moment in amber and keep it forever.

“Please,” he begged. “If this is the only night I get with you, at least let me make it good for you. I want you to remember this.”

He brought her hands to his mouth once again and started kissing the tip of her fingers, her wrist, then going higher up her arm until he reached her shoulder. He gave it a gentle nib, not enough to leave a mark, just to get a little gasp out of her.

Then his hands started to make their way up her leg, under her dress, and quickly grabbed her underwear. He gave her a questioning look, just to make sure she was comfortable. She looked… needy. Hungry.

“Did you put this on for your date?” Xavier raised an eyebrow.

She nodded.

“Well, I feel bad for the poor bastard but her loss is just my luck. Maybe I should thank Wednesday for all of this. I don’t know if I could handle you being with all of Jericho before I even got a taste of you.”

His nimble hands got rid of her underwear as he started lowering himself to his knees. She liked seeing him like this. Xavier held up her underwear and inspected it, it was visibly soaked.

“All of this for me?”

“You’re getting cocky, Thorpe.”

The girl let out a giggle and jokingly pushed his head lower, earning a laugh from him. He liked how even in the situation they were in at the moment they were still good friends, able to push each other's buttons and tease each other for fun. He let out a content sigh before starting to kiss the inner thighs of the demon in front of him.

His hands gripped the bottom of her dress and raised it all the way up to her hips, holding it in place so it was out of the way. He was really trying to take his time and savor the moment, but her smell was intoxicating, enticing him to have a taste. She seemed to be even more eager than him, bucking her hips forward in order to get him closer to where she wanted him most.

“Impatient,” he teased right before giving her pussy one prolonged slow lick.

The moan that came out of her should be illegal. It made Xavier’s dick hard once again, although it really wasn’t long ago he came undone at her feet.

It took all of his self-control not to start eating her like a starving man, all lips and tongue and teeth everywhere. He wanted the moment to last so he gave her a few more probing licks before he started circling her clit.

The girl’s hands grabbed his hair once again, this time more forceful.

“Stop teasing me or I’ll start fucking your face.”

There it goes again, that growl that made the hair on his arms stand up. Xavier complied, although part of him was wondering how it would be if he kept edging her until she lost her temper. He was sure she was hot as fuck when she was angry.

But he wanted to be her good boy for the night so he complied. Trying his best to read her cues, verbal and otherwise, Xavier started eating [Y/N]'s pussy voraciously, like it was his last meal.

At one point he couldn’t hear her moans anymore, as her legs wrapped around his head like a snake around its prey and covered his ears. As he was getting sloppier and the girl’s body started to shake she grabbed him by the hair and forcefully pulled him off her.

“Why did you do that?” he whined in protest.

But as she lined his cock with her entrance and bucked her hips once again, he understood. Xavier wasted no time and pushed himself inside the succubus, feeling a shiver run down his spine as she gripped him tight and started pulsating around him. With how wet she was he slid right in, there was no need to be patient and gentle.

“You feel so good, baby.”

He kept rutting in and out of her as fast as he could, causing the table she was sitting on to shake rhythmically. Their lips found each other one more time in a sloppy, needy kiss. His hips were hitting against hers in a way that would surely hurt tomorrow, but neither of them could care less in that moment. Even as the demon’s walls started relaxing around him, Xavier didn’t stop– now set on chasing his own high.

He was so close, he just needed a little push.

“Mark me, please,” he gulped. “I’m all yours.”

She didn’t wait for another word and pressed her fangs at the base of Xavier’s neck, low enough that it would be easy to hide under a collared shirt. Her teeth sank in and the boy let out a slutty pathetic mewl as he reached his second orgasm of the night.

“I love you, I love you, I love you,” he kept repeating like a prayer over and over again in her ear.

He almost fell over, his legs feeling like jelly, but the girl had both her arms and legs wrapped around him, holding him close to her body. He shivered and finally managed to look the girl in the eye. Her hand caressed the side of his face gently.

“I’ll find a way we can be together. Promise.”

With one more kiss, she sealed the oath.

“How do you feel?” she asked trying to mask just how worried she really was.

“Amazing,” Xavier laughed. “Like I could move a mountain. Fuck, you were so worth the wait.”

“You’re not tired? Like… absolutely spent?” the girl inquired shocked.

Xavier shook his head, letting out another laugh. He was positively giddy. It made [Y/N] heart flutter with something new and unfamiliar. She truly loved this boy.

“I know that look on your face, you’re cooking something up. What is it?”

“Alright, don’t get ahead of yourself but I think we might be in luck here. There’s this legend in the succubus world about people who are immune to our charms. We can’t get with them using our powers, we have to actually win their heart but if the rumors are to be believed, these people could feed us indefinitely and not die. Instead of being weakened by us, they get stronger. Each succubus has one, they’re like…”

The girl stopped talking to check for something on Xavier’s face, a sign that what she was about to say would be received well.

“They’re like a soulmate.”

Something gleamed in the boy’s eyes. Hope.

“You’re telling me I could be your soulmate and we can be together,” he kissed the girl’s shoulder, the same spot he’s previously bitten while they were having sex. “And you’ll never have to feed on anyone else ever again. And. And.” He pointed each ‘and’ with a kiss on her body, earning a peal of genuine laughter from her.

“I said don’t get ahead of yourself. Soulmates are insanely rare, most of us think they’re just stories. But there is one way to know for sure.”

A long claw softly touched the mark on Xavier’s neck, causing him to let out a low hiss.

“Sorry,” she whispered. “If this sticks around after a few days, it means your body has accepted the bond.”

I wanna apologize to everyone who’s been waiting for part 3 of ‘the real reason..’ I already wrote it, it’s just that I’m not satisfied with it. So I decided to write this as a pallet cleanser instead. Been working on it for 3 days.

I also wanna thank all of you for liking, reblogging, commenting and following me for the past few weeks. You helped me get back into writing after years of being stuck and thinking I’ve lost my touch completely. You’ve been making my days lately. Thank you!

Also, what do you guys think of a Rowan x reader? I have this idea floating in my mind for a while and maybe I’ll just put it on paper...

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angels roll their eyes (billy hargrove x reader)

a/n: i wrote this two years ago????? omg. my writing style changed so much but my love for this man did not. summery vibes !

Wet hair was sticking to the nape of my neck and my tanned skin burned from the sun, while i was sitting on the edge of a swimming pool. It was summer, actually my least favorite season, but i decided to make most of it and come here with my friends. It was safe to say they ditched me to tan and that's what they've been doing for the last three hours. So i had to swim alone. As much as i enjoyed it, i couldn't help but feel miserable. They could also get a tan in the water, but no...Hot lifeguards were literally everywhere and they couldn't notice them if they were in the water, right?

Well i just proved that theory wrong, because Billy Hargrove came up to me and i swear he looked like a literal god, or that was just the part of my brain that remembered i haven't had sex in ages. I stadied my breathing and tried to act as natural as possible, not wanting to make it awkward. He was my neighbor after all, and our parents were friends. I still had to see him on Saturdays when my mom or his step mom make dinner for everyone. However that didn't stop my pussy from pulsing. Not my fault exactly.

Why the fuck was he coming towards me?

"Oh...Hi, Billy!" I tried to act friendly but it seemed that he took every kind gesture as flirting. Or was that my mind making up it's own scenarios?

Wide grin spread across his face, completely changing his features. "Hello," he squatted down to meet my eyes, "Just wanted to tell you i'll be coming over after my shift here. I won't stay long, don't worry." He smiled even wider, and i swear I felt my ovaries shift. "Your dad told me to pick up some important papers, or something like that and bring them to my father."

"Yeah, no problem. I think i'll be heading home soon, so i can find them for you." Breathe in breathe out, you whore. Stop thinking about him like that. I was certain he could read my mind right now and also thankful for summer heat. I could use it as an excuse because i'm pretty sure i'm burning inside out right now.

Also, i won't look down. I won't check out his abs, and i sure as hell am not looking at his dick. No way.

"See you then." Sun glasses covered his eyes so i couldn't see them properly but i swear he shifted his gaze all over me. Dear God. I just think of my mother and how horrified would she be if she saw my thoughts right now.

He never stopped smiling as he got up and strode away. I took a moment to appreciate his ass. Those swimming trunks did him justice. Damn. I was actually jealous. Okay i think that was enough. I jumped into water and stayed there, holding my breath until i felt like i was decent enough to get out. Without looking like a desperate whore that i am.

I put on white top that was nearly soaked and jean shorts, preparing to head home. I got on my bike and drove as quickly as i could because Billy's shift ended in thirty minutes and i wanted to take a shower before he comes. Also it was burning hot outside, which didn't help. I was touch starved and Billy appeared all wet and half naked. I really need to take care of myself when i get home.

I parked my bike and took off my top as fast as i could, shorts too. I was running in my dark green bikini over my front porch. Sorry neighbors.

When i got into shower, water was like a good old friend. I haven't even noticed how cold i actually was until hot water started pouring over me. My core was still aching to be touched.

Masturbation was my hobby and i think i was pretty skilled by now. I've done it so many times that i memorized where, how and how long to touch. I Started on my entrance which was soaking wet. I sticked one finger in it, then adding one more. With slow pace i started pumping my fingers causing my back to arch. Usually i do it slowly, but i had to be quick this time. I took the shower head and put on the highest pressure, placing it on my clit.

I had to bite back a moan. As water pressure massaged my clit, i continued to fuck myself with my fingers, faster and faster. I imagined Billy's fingers sliding in and out of me. Him slapping me. Biting. Choking.

I felt pressure building up in my lower stomach so i started rubbing my clit as fast as i could. Small whimpers left my mouth and i stoped as soon as i became too sensitive. I never understood how could someone get another orgasm so quickly. I never had the courage to try.

After actually taking a shower i put on my still wet white top and jean shorts from earlier. When i looked myself in the mirror i could see my nipples. Yes, the shirt was basically see-through, but it's gonna dry until Billy comes here.

My head was still dizzy from my shower session, but i felt as if i could do it again. On the kitchen counter. Or my bed. Or even—

Ding!

Shit. He's here. And then i remembered. THE PAPERS! Stupid, horny, bitch. I ran upstairs and into my parents' bedroom taking them and practically sprinting to the front door.

When i opened them, I was greeted with sapphire eyes and blond locks. Oh my... What would happen if i pulled him inside and told him to fuck me on the table?

"I would happily agree." Did i just...Did i just say that out loud. Oh no. No no no. Wait.

"You'd agree?" What?!

"You really think i came here just to get those fucking papers?" He raised an eyebrow and stepped inside, shutting the door.

"When i saw how flustered you looked when i approached you today...I was beginning to wonder..." He stepped closer. The fact that he was shirtless didn't help. "Would you complete fall apart if i touched you?" His finger grazed my cheek.

I think i need air. My mouth had gone dry and i could barely breathe. If he touched me? Like i imagined him touching me? I would pass out. I'm barely holding on right now.

"I changed my mind. I don't want table. I want shower." It just slipped. I don't know what has suddenly gotten into me. Need to be fucked, said one part of my brain.

His grin appeared once again, "Full of surprises."

"You still haven't seen anything. Now shut up and come here." I took his arm, feeling hard muscles beneath my palm, and pulled him towards me. Our lips crashed and i opened my mouth immediately to let his tongue in. He licked my bottom lip and then bit it, causing me to groan. I pulled back and kissed down his neck, to his collarbone, sinking my teeth into his skin. He inhaled sharply. Then i pressed my back to his chest and pressed him against the wall. He quietly laughed, but almost immediately stopped because i started grinding my ass on his crotch. He was already hard. God i want to take him right here.

What's stopping me? My parents aren't home, no one else could see us and he looked almost as desperate as me.

So i turned around and got down on my knees in front of him. His lips were gently parted, cheeks flushed, but i wanted to make him unravel. I pulled down his shorts and took his stone hard dick in my hand stroking it, not breaking eye contact. I grazed his tip with my thumb, then licked it. Slowly. He clenched his jaw, refusing to make a sound. I continued to lick him, full length, torturing him by my slow pace, while my panties were soaking wet. I swear i'm going to come again just by watching him like this.

I decided to finally take him in my mouth, but not fully. His jaw finally unclenched and he gripped my hair with his strong hands. Finally.

"If you want me to properly suck you, i'm going to need to hear your pretty voice." I blinked at him with my best impression of doe eyes. It seemed to work cause he threw his head back, swallowing hard.

I finally put his full length in my mouth sucking gently, trying not to bite too hard, while still using my teeth. Then he moaned. Mission successful. And that sound was the hottest thing i heard. I clenched my thighs together, trying to ignore my aching spot. He started breathing faster and i took it as my sign to stop.

He wanted to protest, but i got up. He stepped out of his shorts, so i took his toned arm and pulled him in the bathroom.

"Let's play a game," he suggested. "You," he put his hand over my throat, "Don't get to stop coming, until i let you." Oh God.

"Don't go too far, Hargrove."

"Never. Now sit and spread out for me."

I took off my jean shorts and sat on the edge of the bathtub, only in my panties and see-through shirt. Now he was kneeling, my legs caging him. He looked at me innocently and started touching my clit over my panties. My mouth fell open. I waited too long. Or at least it felt like it. He took my underwear and pulled it up, still massaging me.

"Holy shi—," my eyes went to the back of my skull and i let out embarrassingly loud moan. He then moved my panties to the side and sticked two fingers in me.

"Stand up." He might as well told me to fucking fly. I don't trust that i'm capable of doing that. "I said stand up, or i'm stopping and leaving right now." I do as he says.

With his fingers still in me, his mouth lowers on my stomach and starts placing little kisses all over it. When he reached my most sensitive area i put my hand over my mouth, caging my groans.

He licked from my entrance to my clit, atopping there and applying most pressure with his tongue, while also working me with his fingers. I never came so quickly in my life. But instead to stop, he kept going, only this time rubbing my sensitive clit.

My legs started to give out at this point so he sat me down on the bathtub again and started licking like he's fucking starved.

And another orgasm started building up in my lower stomach. "Bi‐Billy!" I bit down on my hand, stopping myself before i wake up the whole neighborhood.

"Good girl. Let's do one more." Oh no.

"I don't think i can. It's too‐ it's too mu—"

"You'll manage, don't worry. Now turn around."

I turned so my back was to him, legs in the bathtub. He took the showerhead and turned on the water. The pressure i put on while masturbating was still there. He smiled. No, no, no.

Without a warning he placed it on my clit and i screamed. I fucking screamed. It was too much and he knew it. I gripped his arm, digging my nails into it.

Tears formed in the corners of my eyes, "Billy, stop, I can't—"

And he stopped. I sighed in relief, but it was too soon. He took me in his arms and led me to the kitchen counter. He bend me over it and gently parted my legs with his knee.

"It'll be over soon. Take a deep breath." And he buried himself into me. I cried out, gripping on the cold stone. His another thrust came even more violently.

"You see? It wasn't that hard now, was it?" He quickened his pace, making my head spin. I swear i'm going to pass out. I felt him everywhere. I felt every inch of his dick in me and it fucking hurt but it also felt so good.

I yelped and he pulled my hair, seizing my throat once again. My vision became blurry as he thrusted once more before pulling out and starting to fuck me with his fingers again. I decided to give him a handjob so he could finish. I was at least capable of doing that.

I came again, thanks to his fingers, and shortly after that he did too. I could barely stand straight.

Gripping the counter i gave him a weak smile, "Get those papers, would you?"

#billy hargove x reader #billy hargrove #stranger things #billy hargove smut #stranger things fanfic

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magicratfingers · 11 months ago

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Progress report ! ૮ ºﻌºა ✨ kind of a work-in-progress diary for myself. v indulgent.

intense world of dick terrifying - goin good! got a main character, some supporting characters, figuring out the big rivalry today. Gotta figure out a format. I was thinking of basing it off of the Day at the Airport book bc it's only about 11 spreads but there's a lot going on on each one. Could leave it a comic but I also want it to be printable hmm catnips cantrips chooseyer-by-mail test - learning a lot! the world-building has been reallllllly fun - like the kind of fun where you want to go a little deeper bc you like it not bc you have to. perfect situation. Gotta resolve the mix between the DM roleplay and the actual postcards. Made and branded a whole gmail account and character to handle lost postcards - Pizza Kentucky III of the Isekai Post Office. Haven't been keeping up with the blog. But the blog is supposed to be more of a holding container than a 'thing'. One thing I did not expect to be learning was spreadsheets. Keeping track of names and addresses and choices and paths has given me a new perspective on pacing and structure. Also? Been a great excuse to finally play with UV epoxy and it's so straightforward that I'm mad it took me so long. media thats not just webcomics - dunmeshi is out!!! Laios my beloved. Still afraid to find and read Kotteri's Veil bc it will make me too feelings. Started reading books I loved as a kid (Redwall!!!) and some story craft books (found an NPR list somewhere) WRHP s2 - started to feel like work but changing up the backgrounds freed me up, feels fun again Sorcerer comic - paused while I wait for fashion inspiration to pull the ending together Emotional support paladin - paused till I feel like it. It's got such a specific delivery style that I don't wanna force to get the story out, so i gotta wait for some story aspects to firm up Bonnie & Clawd - more of a character study than a comic - fun to practice cutie pies cuddling. But... how DO birds and wolves smooch. Saw a youtube video about how ravens and wolves are friends and work together. So perfect. Valentines day thing - got some supplies coming tomorrow, gonna try out my idea. If it works maybe sell it? If it doesn't work, oh well, probably will learn something. Wanted to make perforated cards and stickers but got a little overwhelmed thinking about printing. Might just do a digital thing if an idea comes to me. Been wanting to make holographic stickers but when I sit down to think of a motif it feels stressful. Maybe I just test the Poodle Broadcasting System logo? I've always loved the aesthetic of valentines day but never felt like it's been delivered right. I certainly never felt indulged - something is always a little not-cute or too-cutesy. Think it could be really fun to have it be an annual 'surprise box'. I lost my halloween fam in the schmivorce so I could use a holiday to go crazy on. (For years I would drive out and help build a whole haunted house in a garage and it was like a week-long party with great food and movies and laughs. Sad to lose it, sadder still to know it was so easy for them to lose me. ) Dishupon - ok not as many players and responses as I'd hoped. But that wasn't really the point. Point was to invent some sanrio-y characters for fun - which i did. And I will also say that the exercise of coming up with a variety of cozy, fun, silly, spicy ways to think about dishes has made MY dishes mostly effortless. Even made a little foam clay Tiger coach and he's sitting on the window above the sink. Perhaps I will think of a game to get my car inspection done.

Overall January is great. Granted, it's the 4th. Had my ten year work anniversary (idk how old everyone thinks I am but it's Not 20) and got to 1010 followers on twitter on the same day. And the new d20 is out on the 10th so that felt real nice and square. Bit worried that all the good vibes I built up over holiday vacay will get smashed when I'm put on a new work project. But i feel like I'm about to level up a little bit art-style wise. Feelin grateful, feelin warm & cozy

#process #progress report #posts feel more real than journal entries do

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canon-can-fight-me · 1 year ago

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Slimer, Snacks and Spengler

Word Count: 1165 (Yikes!)

The Ghostbusters are hosting a ghost exhibition Halloween Party, and Kaiyo and Spengler get snack duty.

Thanks to @bobmckenzie for letting me mention your s/i and Louis in here!! I love your art and your ship with him so much 🤍

Notes: Mention of alcohol, characters have a few sips. Egon and Kaiyo’s relationship is not clearly defined, but there’s something there. I don’t know what this is, I just wanted to write some Halloween vibes.

“Remember to save some for the partygoers.”

Kaiyo looked down to see Egon’s fingers brush hers, an attempt to pry the snickers bar from her clutches.

“We both agreed to have one.” She protested.

“That’s your second one.”

She paused, snapping out of what she would almost call a snickers induced trance. Sure, the others were unlikely to tell if two, maybe even four candies were missing from the batch, but Egon had said that if they allowed themselves more, two would turn into five, and so on. So, they had to set some limitations.

“Y’know, I think you just wanted an excuse to hold my hand.” She teased, attempting to distract him. “Or, you just wanted the candy bar for yourself.”

He couldn’t help but blush. “Neither of those theories are true. Besides,” he reached behind her and grabbed the Snickers wrapper she was hiding behind her, holding it up with two fingers. “I don’t need an excuse. The evidence is right here.”

Kaiyo grimaced. For some reason, everyone had collectively agreed that she and Egon would be in charge of snacks and drinks. Ray and Janine were on decorating duty, Winston and Peter were setting up the ghost exhibits and spreading the word. Louis was in charge of entertainment, which really just meant asking if his girlfriend Caitie and her band would play at the party. Kaiyo remembered him busting into the firehouse gushing like a lovesick puppy about how amazing their performance would be, and how he was really excited to show Caitie all around the firehouse after the show.

That left her and Spengler in charge of snacks. Again, a choice Kaiyo didn’t understand, as they were probably the last two people you would want to leave alone with a bunch of sweets. Nevertheless, the two managed to resist temptation and began to pour two large bags of assorted candies into a shiny plastic cauldron they had picked out at the store, before moving on to prepare the drinks.

“This kinda reminds me of the parties we used to have in elementary school,” Kaiyo remarked as she began to pour the drinks into green plastic cups.

“—Pouring alcohol?” Egon quipped, pointing to the bottle of vodka in hand. Kaiyo laughed.

“Of course not. Besides, these are for the guests. I’m not planning to drink more than a few sips tonight. I was talking about the excitement that comes with Halloween parties.” She glanced up at him.

“Did you guys have those at your school?”

Egon nodded. “A few times. I never dressed up, but I did enjoy the candy. It wasn’t something I was able to eat often.”

Kaiyo was suddenly reminded of a conversation she had overheard about half a slinky and furrowed her brows. She knew he probably didn’t want to talk about his childhood, so she decided to volunteer more information about hers. After all, while Egon thoroughly enjoyed talking to her about various topics, he was a pretty good listener too.

“You know,” she said, adding some syrup to the drinks, “One time I wanted to dress up as a ghost. I had just seen It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown! for the first time and I was dying—pun not intended—to be a ghost. I got an old linen sheet from the attic and cut holes in it. More than I needed too ‘cause I wanted to go as Charlie Brown’s rendition specifically.”

“Interesting. Almost a premonition to your current career choice. Why did you want to go as Charlie Brown?”

She shrugged, feigning nonchalance, but her stiff body language told a different story.

“My ‘friends’ told me that I was the ‘Charlie Brown’ in the group. At the time I saw it as a compliment. But looking back, it was just their way of telling me I was never going to fit in.”

Egon clenched his jaw, sliding his hand over hers. She wasn’t often solemn like this, and he wasn’t exactly sure how to best comfort her. But for her, he wanted to try.

“I hope you realize that’s more of an insult to them than it is to you.”

“Y-Yeah,” she replied, head still downcast. “But enough about them. I was more upset by the fact that my parents were pissed I ruined a perfectly good sheet, and I wasn’t even allowed to wear the costume because it ‘violated the school dress code’ or whatever.” She chuckled, and Egon couldn’t help but let out a small sigh of relief that he had somewhat succeeded in making her feel better.

Kaiyo shook her head and grinned. “Enough about that, though. Are you gonna help me with these, or what?”

“Oh, right. Of course.” He peered at the contents on the table.

“What exactly is next?” He asked. “I’ve never mixed drinks before.”

His knowledge of the culinary arts was pretty bare bones. He could cook a decent meal for himself, sure, but in college he and Ray had mainly survived on ramen with the occasional take out. And whereas he probably could have learned to mix drinks at college parties, the ones Venkman had dragged he and Raymond to ended in him leaving almost immediately.

“Don’t worry, I’m basically done with these. But you gotta help me add the dry ice when the guests come. In the meantime…” she picked up a glass, peering curiously at the shimmery lime liquid. “Can you add some to this one? I wanna try it.”

“Certainly.” As he prepared to take out the ice with tongs, he couldn’t help but notice Kaiyo bouncing on her heels out of the corner of his eye. While he was pretty indifferent to the holiday itself, he had to admit he was growing a more positive attitude to it than an indifferent one. After all, it was something that made her happy.

He carefully plopped the ice into the drink, the instant smoke reminding him of the absurd amount the ghost traps produced. Kaiyo didn’t seem to share the same thoughts though, as she placed the glass down and looked at it, eyes wide.

“Cool!”

“It’s frozen carbon dioxide.”

“Like I said. Cool.”

He smiled. “I never said it wasn’t cool.”

Taking a tentative sip, Kaiyo winced, recoiling.

“Agh, I think I’ll stick to just looking at it. Maybe Slimer can finish it.”

“Do you really think giving him alcohol is the best idea?”

Kaiyo shrugged. “Won’t know unless we test for results. Right, Doc?”

“…You two done in here?” Venkman leaned in the doorframe, already in his choice of costume for the night. His slightly muffled speech told the pair that he already had his fake fangs in place.

“Yep!” Kaiyo handed her drink to Venkman. “Wanna try the drink we made? Egie and I are gonna go put on our costumes.”

The couple walked out of the room, while Peter stared into the liquid, taking a tentative sip. Walking into the next room, he snuck it into the glass cage Slimer was being kept in for the party.

“Drink up, bud.”

#rina writes 🖊️#ok.to.rb #cw alcohol #[r]: I just called to say I love you 🧪#I’m not used to writing Egon but I tried my best! trying to get his voice right #also sorry it’s so long ;;

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Game master / Episode 4

Author: Akira

Characters: Rinne, Hiiro, Niki, Kohaku, Aira, HiMERU, Tatsumi, Mayoi

"It's sad that you can say that so innocently, Otouto-kun."

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Season: Winter

Location: Amagi's House

Ten minutes later. In a luxurious mansion at the center of Amagi Village, the guest room.

Rinne: Well, go ahead and eat your fill ♪

Hiiro: My hometown... Did we decide on calling it Amagi Village? Here's some local cuisine made with the Amagi Village's specialties ♪

Niki: Looks like it's finally time for me to show my true colors.

Kohaku: That's not somethin' ya say with the most serious face of the century.

Aira: Waah, looks amazing~♪ And delicious~♪

But actually, is it safe to eat? No human flesh or anything, right?

Hiiro: Aira's prejudice against my hometown has been intense since a while ago...

Niki: I think it's safe~ *Sniff sniff* Don't smell anything weird in the mix.

HiMERU: You're bizarrely dependable when it comes to meals, Shiina.

Rinne: Sorry to disappoint, but these ain't exactly rare ingredients and dishes, are they?

Tatsumi: Indeed, it doesn't seem like there's anything too unfamiliar.

Hiiro: Umu, so if you were expecting some exotic cuisine, I apologize.

The kitchen really put in a lot of effort, though, since you're our guests.

Rinne: Out here in the sticks, it'd be downright rude not to lay out a spread so big you can't possibly eat all of it.

Anyway, that's how you show your guests that the village and household are rich.

Mayoi: Truly, the amount of food is enormous... I might be unable to finish it.

Niki: If there's any leftovers, just toss 'em into my mouth, Mayo-chan! C'mon, c'mon ♪

Mayoi: Eep, please don't open your mouth like a goldfish right in front of me! It's frightening to think you might eat me too!

Kohaku: Watch out, 'cause when he's hungry, he'll really take a chomp outta ya.

Rinne: Alright, let's cut the chit-chat there.

We'll revisit our current status and talk about future plans.

I know it's bad manners to talk while eating, but I'm the law here, so no one's gonna complain.

Niki: —Seconds, please ☆

Rinne: Fine. We've got plenty of ingredients, but don't go pulling embarrassing stunts like eating up everyone's share, Niki...

Well, it's fine. As long as you're full and smiling.

Rinne: But first, we need to have a conversation before Akan-san and the other staff, meaning those who aren't idols, join us.

HiMERU: ? What, is there something you don't want the producers to hear?

Rinne: Akan-san's a bit of an airhead, so I ain't too worried on that front. But Anzu-chan, for all her spacey vibes, seems surprisingly sharp, right?

She's one of the top-notch producers at ES, so we can never be too careful.

Aira: Anzu-san might be on our side though, depending on how things play out...

Rinne: I can't trust her that far. No matter how good she is, there are many restraints placed on professionals and members of society.

They can't go against orders from higher-ups, basically.

Hiiro: Umu, orders from authority figures are absolute! So there ♪

Rinne: It's sad that you can say that so innocently, Otouto-kun.

But whatever—bottom line is, things haven't changed just 'cause we changed locations.

It's still a showdown between Crazy:B and ALKALOID to decide which idols are superior—Matrix.

The only difference is whether it takes place in ES's turf or the Amagi Village. The premise remains the same; keep the matches rolling until all ten rounds are up.

Tatsumi: It's disheartening to admit that as ALKALOID, we've yet to win a single battle...

Aira: Yeah... Rinne-senpai pulled some shady tactics to end the first and second matches, and Crazy:B totally owned the dance-off in the third.

HiMERU: HiMERU deeply regrets what occurred back then.

Tatsumi: Indeed, I never could've imagined that the gift HiMERU-san innocently brought would contain laxatives.

HiMERU: To offer an excuse, HiMERU was also deceived by Rinne and used as a convenient tool.

Kohaku: Rather irksome he didn't use Niki-san or me, since we could've smelled the laced laxatives, but I admit it was shrewd.

HiMERU: Yes. It was all a scheme by Rinne; HiMERU is innocent, as it lacked malicious intent. ...Well, he did have a vague suspicion that it was some sort of setup.

Rinne: Gyahaha, winning feels great, so we just need to win ♪

HiMERU: It is rather gratifying to witness our wins accumulating steadily, however...

If this situation continues, our final victory will be confirmed too early, and the program will be less exciting—That's the dilemma we're facing.

Tatsumi: Hence, the decision was made to relocate the showdown to the Amagi Village. That's our current situation.

HiMERU: Please don't steal HiMERU's remarks, Tatsumi.

Tatsumi: My apologies...♪

Rinne: Yeah, that's right. For the first time in history, cameras will be rolling in our hometown—in the Amagi Village. And it seems that not just the general public but also folklorists are gettin' real excited about it.

Mayoi: As long as the fans enjoy themselves, that's usually all that matters, in our case...

Hiiro: Umu. Though it doesn't quite resonate with me. I'm wondering what's so intriguing about it.

But is it a problem? Nii-san, did you get reprimanded for breaking the taboo of keeping our homeland secret as per our customs?

Aira: Customs...♪ Taboos...♪

Mayoi: Aira-san's eyes are sparkling in response to the traditional village words...

Tatsumi: Does this boy like or dislike traditional villages...?

Aira: But, but, isn't there a bit of a thrill in seeing something scary? ♪

Plus, it's not just curiosity, but also 'cause I'm happy to know about Hiro-kun's hometown, which I've always wondered about.

It's unfair that I'm always the one teaching and revealing things.

Hiiro: Fufu. If that's how it is, you won't have any chance to flex on me this time, Aira. I wonder if you're alright with that ♪

Aira: What was that?! Don't use city slang(?) like "flexing," barbarian!

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#akira #event story #rinne #hiiro #niki #kohaku #aira #himeru #tatsumi #mayoi

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helplesslypurple77 · 1 year ago

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Day 2-Atsushi/Fyodor w/ Crossdressing and Breathplay(yes, i know rarepare)

Notes: Just pretend they’ve met in canon, also don't ask me how so much talking can happen in a three minute song, just don't. Also the waltz is Shostokovich Waltz no 2(because obvi)

This is partly inspired by this fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23803525/chapters/57187927 but also just my imagination

“Excuse me, pretty miss.” This was so humiliating. “May I have your number?” Atsushi forced a smile and pitched his voice a little higher, just like Yosano had instructed. “I'm sorry sir, but I'm on a work trip. I'm afraid I can't accept any numbers or invitations.” The man slinked away sadly and Atsushi breathed a sigh of relief, carefully taking a sip of the drink in his hand. How had he gotten here, in the fancy ballroom surrounded by a bunch of drooling men. And most importantly, why was he dressed as a girl?

☠☠☠

“Dont worry Atsushi, you're going to look great!” Atsushi frowned, eyeing the hot iron Naomi was brandishing with apprehension. “Are you sure that's safe?” Naomi giggled, putting it down and picking up some silver hair extensions instead, talking with the other two over his head.

“Cute or sexy?” Naomi sounded way too excited. Yosano responded from her place across the room, looking through a rack of dresses. “Let's go with the unattainable sexy vibe. Maybe a slit dress and a fur?” Kyouka, the quietest, responded from her place beside Atsushi, filing his nails to even little rounds. “Black. He looks good in black.” She put down the filler, and picked up a small bottle of clear liquid, which she started spreading it on his nails. Yosano yanked a dress from the rack, and Atsushi could feel himself blushing all the way across the room. “This one?”

Naomi nodded, her hands pinning fake hair on Atsushi’s head. “Yeah that's perfect. Definitely going to attract a lot of attention. Should we go with pin straight or waves?”

“Waves I think, we're going for that sultry vibe.” Yosano responded. Kyouka was blowing on his nails now, finished with the first layer of gooey clear and moving on to a bottle of black paint. Two other bottles rested near her on the table, another clear and a shiny silver that sparkled in the light.

Yosano had hung the mortifying dress on a chair, and was pulling from a shelf of fur ruffs. She held up a tiger striped one, laughter in her eyes. “What do you guys think? Too obvious?” Naomi laughed, and even Kyouka giggled a bit. “Nah, it's perfect. Atsushi?” Atsushi startled, so used to them talking over him. He had to admit the ruff was funny, and if it could hide some skin he was all for it. “It's good Doctor Yosano.” She smiled, plucking the dress off the chair and tossing the entire thing at him. “Great, now go change please.”

The dress was as mortifying as he had expected it to be. It was a chinese design, with little clasps running along his collarbone, and short sleeves. It fit him like a glove, hugging his waist and hips snugly. The problem was the bottom half of the dress. It was divided in half, with two slits big enough for both his legs to show through falling all the way down the dress. He had to admit, it was a pretty easy outfit to run in, but the idea of showing so much skin in such a way was mortifying. The ruff was cute however, covering his shoulders and a bit of his arms. He slipped the small heals the girls had given him on and exited the room, and back into their clutches. Yosano whistles jokingly, while Naomi and Kyouka clapped enthusiastically. Atsushi blushed. Naomi was waving that weapon she called a hair curler around dangerously, and Atsushi spotted the cosmetics resting on the table. He sat on the chair they guided him to, surrendering to his fate. His eyes were closed, and the tap of brushed on his face was the only thing he felt for some time. As well as a concerning heat near his head but he was sure Naomi knew what she was doing.(He dearly hoped she did.)

The girls were talking over him again, but nothing of any importance, mostly chatting about different brands of makeup, and what perfume to use on him. And it was calming, at least until they informed him he was done, and he opened his eyes. He had to admit, he really did look like a girl. Or maybe a girl version of himself. They hadn't really transformed his features, just made his eyes appear bigger, the lashes longer. His lips were covered in a thin red glossy thing, and slightly sticky. They shone in the mirror, looking delicate and strange, but at the same time very beautiful. His hair was long and curled in big waves around his shoulders. The dress looked as mortifying as it felt, but the ruff helped hide the fact that he clearly didn't have any boobs.

Atsushi could recognize himself, but at the same time he could not at all. It was still embarrassing though. Three giggling women stood behind him, smirking. Yosano’s hand lands on his shoulder, gaining his attention.

“Now, it's time to test this baby out.” Atsushi feels a strong pulse of dread, as he's gripped tightly and dragged out of the room and towards the AdA office.

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One of the many reasons Yosano volaintered Atsushi for this job was the look on Dazai’s face, and hoo boy, he didn't disappoint. Shock, dead fucking shock with hints of arousal greated her as she and the girls dragged a dolled up Atsushi back into the front office. Kunikida’s expression was a treat too. More shock and arousal, mixed with cheeks the color of a tomato. Even Ranpo, sitting by the window as usual with a still wrapped lollipop in his hand, was so surprised an actual flicker of it showed on his face. Yosano was enjoying herself very much right now, and she knew the other girls were two. The only two men in the room who weren't a little turned on were the president and Kenji, and the pure shock on their faces made up for it. Yosano practically flew across the room, yanking the lollipop out of Ranpo’s hand, and unwrapping it, shoving it into Atsushi’s protesting mouth. He sent her a tiny little glare, but seemed to enjoy the lollipop, taking it out and licking it and definitely doing a number on the men in the room. Yosano was having a hard time holding back her laughter, Naomi as well, but Atsushi looked oblivious, going at his lollipop happily and oblivious to the state the room had been reduced to. Even if she had used up a good portion of the Agency’s budget on high quality hair extensions, she didn't regret a thing.

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And so here Atsushi was, dolled up and standing against the back wall of the grand ballroom, scanning the room for their target. He was supposedly a middle aged man with brown hair and green eyes, and apparently a total womanizer. That was why Atsushi was dolled up in the first place, the Agency had decided that it was safer to send Atsushi in than one of the women. And not safer for the women, no for the target. They were supposed to take him in, not kill him. Yosano had been the first option, but Kunikida had decided against it, because they all knew the moment the creep came close Yosano would(rightly) inflict some permanent damage. The same could be said for Kyouka, and anyway Atsushi didn't feel safe leaving here with some middle aged creep, and Naomi wasn't an option, because she didn't have a way to protect herself. So Yosano had joyfully suggested Atsushi, and here he was, at a grand ball, a living honey trap.

He sighed, leaning against the wall. At least it was pretty. The ballroom was gilded in gold, and the dancefloor was a whirl of skirts of different collars. The orchestra was raised on the side of the room, their instruments boosted with some kind of magic so the waltzes being played echoed loud enough for the entire room. The only odd thing about the picture was the strange ratio of men to women. The majority of the large crowd were men, and besides the seven or eight on the dancefloor, Atsushi spotted about twelve women in total. He suspected it had to do with the reputation of the host, and target of tonight's mission. John Remy was a businessman and a major creep, now also suspected of killing three women. And of course these missing women had been last spotted at these parties, so it wasn't a surprise that not many women were jumping at the chance to be a guest at said party.

The consequence of this decision was that Atsushi, one of the few ‘women’ not already with a partner, was subject to many requests to dance, lecherous stares, and bad pickup lines from a bunch of thirsty men. He could see the next one approaching now. Ice shot down his spine as he recognized the familiar face of Ango. Ango would totally recognize him, and then what? He needed to get away. He booked it away from the corner, as gracefully as he could while still trying to hurry, and towards the large crowd near the refreshment table.

In his hurry to get away, and in consequence that he was wearing heels, he smacked nose first into someone's shoulder. Temporarily blinded by white and fur, it took him a moment to realize exactly who it was he had bumped into. His heart leaped and fell at the same time as he took in that familiar grinning face surrounded by that familiar purple black hair and pale skin.

“My, what are you doing here little weretiger?” Fyodor’s accent was unmistakable, and erased any doubt that Atsushi might have had left that maybe this was actually Mori, or Yosano’s secret long lost twin brother. But no, it was definitely him, and Ango was closing in, and he would never live down the humiliation, and the undercover operation would be ruined. He steeled himself, and took a slightly less humiliating leap of desperation.

“Yes! I would love to dance!” Gripping one of Fyodor’s gloved hands tightly, he all but dragged him onto the dance floor, just as a waltz started. Fyodor seemed to catch on quickly, and Atsushi blushed as he felt his hand gripping his waist, the other one still clasped in his own. The waltz started, and Fyodor whirled him around, across the floor and away from Ango.

Fyodor chuckled lowly, even as they moved across the floor with the other dancers. “Im flattered weretiger.” A tap on Atsushi’s waist urged him into a turn. “To think you wanted to dance with little old me.” Atsushi flushed. “I was trying to escape certain humiliation and defeat.” Fyodor lets out a small laugh, as the music crescendos slightly. “But really, what are you doing here, looking like…that.” He pauses slightly, and the last word is laced with something Atsushi can't really decipher. He hopes the taller man isn't laughing at him. “I'm looking for the host, John Remy.” Another tap, another spin. He's glad Yosano taught him the basics before this mission. “Oh my.” Fyodor deftly avoids another couple, pulling him close for a second too long before they spin away. “Is he your type?” Atsushi coughs. “No! He's suspected of murder.”

“I see. Well, unfortunately he's not here today, I asked around.” Atsushi sighs. “Well, all this makeup and hair and dress for nothing then, Yosano is going to be disappointed.” Another tap, another spin, another graceful fall into Fyodor’s arms. “I wouldn't say it's for nothing.” Atsushi hates how attractive he finds this man, truly. “You have gained more than a few admirers.”

Atsushi has to laugh a little. “What? They only want to dance because there aren't that many women here in the first place.” The curls in Atsushi’s hair tickle his cheeks as he spins once again, as Fyodor pulls him close for the next part of the dance. Fyodor is taller than him, but only by a little, so as the song slows and Fyodor pulls him close, all Atsushi can see is the man in front of him.

Their noses are inches apart, their chests so close, one hand linked, the other still a hot brand on his waist, lulling him into a hazy state. Fyodor’s voice has gotten softer, and if Atsushi didn't know better he would almost call it sultry. A smirk still curves his mouth as he speaks. “Look around you Weretiger. They're all jealous. Jealous that you chose to dance with me, and not them. Jealous that I can touch you like this, have you this close, while they can only dream.” They get closer, and Atsushi cant breath, he can feel his heart beating through his chest. “You do look very pretty, although I prefer you in your normal state.” It almost sounds like Fyodor is complimenting him. His shock must show on his face, because Fyodor lets out a pleased little laugh. “I'll give you some free information, Weretiger.” Fyodor’s voice is a pur, and Atsushi is losing his mind. “Your target is currently stalking a young lady undercover policeman. They’ll have him in custody soon.” Relief floods Atsushi’s mind, temporarily distracting him from the fact that Fyodor is literally almost on top of him, so close they could kiss in the middle of this ballroom(and truthfully, he kinda hopes it would happen). And maybe he said that out loud, because as the song crescendos, Fyodor dips him, and presses the slightest little kiss to his cherry stained lips. And with that, the song ends and he turns to leave.

Atsushi’s hand moves of its own accord, catching the tail of Fyodor’s white coat and pulling the man to a stop. He feels a bit like he’s been caught in a trap, especially when Fyodor turns, his lips, stained with Atsushi’s gloss, curved into a smirk. But truthfully, as Fyodor leads him off the dance floor he can't bring himself to mind.

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It's cramped in the closet they’ve found themselves in, a little stuffy and full of coats, but as Fyodor’s mouth sucks little hickeys into his neck, his body pressing Atsushi against the wall he can't really bring himself to mind. The closet is a little off the main hall, down a small side passage and, in this den of rich people, virtually impossible to find. Atsushi thinks it's a coat closet, but he doesn't really have the brain power to think at all right now, not with a mouth on his neck and a hot dick pressed against his butt.

He’s pressed against the wall, fur ruff discarded somewhere on the floor, still clothed in the dress. Fyodor’s mouth is ruining him, leaving little hickeys all over his neck and shoulders, probably too many but Atsushi can't bring himself to care.

The demon behind him chuckles, as Atsushi grinds back desperately. “My, aren't you an impatient little one.” His voice is teasing, his accent is slightly thicker, the only sign of his slipping composure . Atsushi grumbles, his voice slightly too breathy to be convincing. “We need to hurry before someone discovers us.”

Fyodor's mouth leaves his neck, and Atsushi feels hands pulling his dress up, hitching it over his butt, and cold hands at the hem of his underwear, pulling them down. He's not even fully undressed, but the whole idea just feels so dirty, that Atsushi shivers. Then, a cold hand wraps around his dick.

Atsushi moans far too loud and Fyodor’s other hand comes around, sticking two fingers unceremoniously in his mouth to shut him up.

“Quiet little kitty, we wouldn't want to be discovered.” Atsushi does his best, sucking on the fingers in his mouth to keep quiet, but at some point he just gives up, and the fingers leave his mouth and prod at his lower hole. Fyodor’s mouth nips at his ear, voice throaty. “Have you ever been with a man, kitten.” Atsushi shakes his head, biting his lips to keep the whimpers in as a finger penetrates him, wiggling around a little, but stilling for Atsushi to adjust. “I see.” Fyodor chuckles, all rough and low. “I'm honored to be your first. Man, that is.”

It feels strange, but not uncomfortable to have a finger penetrating him and Atsushi finds his hips canting back a bit, urging the man behind him to move. The only sounds that penetrate the thick air in the coat closet or painted breaths and the occasional small grunt, as Fyodor begins to move his finger, setting a slow, deep pace. Atsushi lets his head fall back, his eyes falling closed. He would never have expected the evening to end like this, pressed up against the wall by a known enemy, still dressed as a girl, and having his insides pried open by one, no two(Atsushi lets a little moan escape his lips, still red with lip gloss as Fyodor adds another finger.)long fingers. He doubts even Ranpo could have predicted this, god he hopes Ranpo never finds out what’s happening, that would be mortifying.

Fyodor bends the fingers lodged inside of him, and presses against the side of his walls, trying to find something. Atsushi turns his head, about to ask what he's doing when Fyodor’s fingers press against something that makes his brain blank, and little stars float across his vision. He can't help the loud moan that escapes his lips, even as Fyodor levels a teasing smirk his way. “Careful little kitten, don't let anyone hear you.” He's mocking him, and Atsushi doesn't even care.

He does start to care when Fyodor removes his fingers. Atsushi suddenly feels all empty and cold, and he turns again, leveling Fyodor with an(admittedly pathetic) glare. “Why’d you stop?” The clink of a belt and the rustle of fabric greet his ears as Fyodor chuckles.

“Stop? My, we are just getting started.” And then something big and hot is pressing at his entrance. “Ready, kitten?” Faintly, Atsushi feels the slightest prick of apprehension, but it's far overwhelmed by the hot need in his gut, and his throbbing dick. So, Atsushi nods as best he can, canting his hips back against Fyodor’s cock.

The sting is slight, but mostly Atsushi simply feels full as he's penetrated, his poor neglected dick throbbing heavily. His back arches and Atsushi moans against the wall as Fyodor bottoms out, not even giving him a second to adjust. The pace he sets is brutal and oh, so good, and Atsushi starts to seriously wonder if he has a bit of a masochistic streak or something, as Fyodor does his best to bruise his insides. His thrusts are long and deep, he pulls almost all the way before slamming back in, one of his hands caging Atsushi against the wall, little grunts escaping his mouth. Atsushi knows he's moaning up a storm, but he can't really bring himself to care, even if someone may discover them. It's obvious that's the last thing on Fyodor’s mind as well.

“Feel good?” Fyodor is practically puring in his ear, his voice full of pride at the state he’s reduced Atsushi too, and honestly, it's pretty sexy. He nods his accent, his cheek scraping against the wall.

“And you sound so good, so pretty.” Fyodor continues, his voice throaty. Atsushi keens at the praise.“Such a pretty, obedient kitten. It's a wonder Dazai has not done you like this.”

“Dazai doesn't like men.” Atsushi’s voice is embarrassing, his sentences interrupted by moans. Fyodor seems to find his sentence slightly funny. But a simple, “is that so?” is his only reply. Another deep stroke, and a husky moan by his ear. “Well, he's certainly missing out.”

One of Fyodor's hands is still on the wall by his head, but the other makes its way up, carefully pressing Atsushi against the wall, curled around his neck. Atsushi’s moans as his airway is slightly cut off. He can still breathe the slightest bit, but it takes deep heaves, in between the moans of pleasure. Atsushi wonders if he’s crazy, because he feels his dick twitch, and the heat in his gut doubles. Fyodor chuckles as his moans double. “How dirty, you like being choked, little kitten?”

It's an entirely rhetorical question, but Atsushi doesnt think he could answer anyway. Fyodor doesn't seem to mind. Atsushi can feel himself nearing his peak, he's most certainly dripping precome all over the floor, and his heart pounds insistently in his chest, his moans more and more frequent.

He can tell Fyodor is as well, by the way his grunts and small groans become full blown moans. As his head drops into Atsushi’s shoulder, his hand from its position on Atsushi's neck wraps around his waist, pulling the men together until there's no space between their bodies. Is strangely intimate, and he's sure if Fyodor weren't on the cusp of an orgasm, the man would never do anything like this, but Atsushi feels almost honored none the less. He loves it, the feeling of love that comes with this position, and as his mind blanks out for a moment as he cums, he knows he screams Fyodor’s name, much too loudly.

Fyodor shivers behind him, and a hot feeling fills Atsushi’s ass.

The redressing act is subdued, Fyodor helps Atsushi clean himself up, tidying his fake hair and dress and placing the ruff back around Atsushi’s shoulders. Unfortunately, they can't do anything about the hickeys, and they remain, glaring proof about what had happened that evening.(although Fyodor looks suspiciously pleased by the fact). Atsushi leaves the closet first, and makes his escape from the party altogether. It's not too bad, although he does get a few stares as he excites the lobby, and calls a taxi. The taxi driver is thankfully silent, probably used to this kind of thing.

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Its now about eleven, and as Atsushi opens the door to the Ada, he's oddly touched by the fact that they stayed up for him. The younger ones have gone to bed, and Tanzaki and Naomi are absent, but the rest of them are here, sprawled across various chairs across the room. They look up when he enters.

Kunikida speaks first, still typing on his computer. “So Atsushi, how did it go? Were you able to apprehend him?”

“Apparently, the police had an undercover mission going, so I wasn't needed after all.” Atsushi says, sinking into a chair with a sigh, dropping the small purse Yosano had forced him to carry onto the table, and discarding the ruff beside it. “So it was a lot of wasted effort.”

Kunikida hums, but no one else responds. Atsushi frowns. “What?” Yosano is snickering, seated somewhere behind him. Kunikida is still typing, but everyone elses eyes are glued to him.

“What’s going on?” Eventually Kunikida, tired of the silence, glanced up. Atsushi watches in confusion as the man jumps to his feet, trips over his own chair and falls with a clatter to the floor, his face bright red. Ranpo giggles. “Well, I wouldn't say it was a totally wasted effort.” He motions at his neck and then it hits Atsushi, he swears his face is the shade of a tomato.

Ranpo hops off the desk, gathering all his snacks in a large bag and making his way towards the door. “Oh yeah.” He says, as he turns. “He left you his number, Atsushi. If he was that good maybe you should add it.” Yosano is choking on her laughter, but no one else seems to think it's that funny. Kunikida is still blushing as he asks the loaded question. “Who is ‘he’, Ranpo?”

Atsushi prays that Ranpo will just shut up, but of course, he doesn't. “Fyodor, you know, the strange Russian guy.” He sends them a confused look. “Wasn't it obvious?” He slams the door on the chaos that erupts behind him.

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End Notes: Ango totally didn't recognize him, he just wanted to get a dance from the pretty lady in the corner, and she ran away from him. He definitely cried about it over a drink later. Also, ‘kitten’ is cringy, except when its literal

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dotthings · 4 months ago

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I don't even care what spn stan twitter does about spn drama any more. Whatever helldrama going on over there to do with the election, a few might as well be Russian bots trying to throw the election to Trump for all that they're doing anything helpful, and yes there's accounts from each of the J2M lane who need to STFU and stop treating this like a canvas for their personal fandom wanks or using a celebrity as the punching bag canvas for all their fears, and get down to dealing with the actual issues and give more attention to supporting Kamala Harris than to their petty standom lane grudge slapfighting or over parasocializing or anti-parasocializing of Misha Collins.

It falls into a few categories at this point. We can't make them stop. Nobody can make spn stan twitter stop. My goal here is to raise some awareness to avoid the traps, so if people come across it, they can shut it out.

lack of critical thinking and not thinking for themselves about endemic issues in the US political landscape all to avoid comprehending why Misha's comments were a problem for many people. His good intentions doesn't make that not be a thing.

or people in such a panicky doomspiral they went for his throat inappropriately, including some who are deluded enough to think they can tell Misha what he can/cannot post about, with joy-banning rhetoric. This enables/spreads the panic vibe "the Democrats can't win," and is an undermining narrative

grudgewankers who already hate Misha just for existing due to petty spn shipwar reasons and any excuse will do, so they went for his throat concern trolling and virtue signaling and performative rage-baiting, screaming that Misha should be harassed and blackballed for the rest of his life

Ironically doing all this while shrieking about how he'd better get down to work supporting Kamala Harris...while they're running doomspiral election interference narratives and not getting down to work themselves.

Twitter may be sinking, but it still has influence. Knowing this is going on is another stone on the pile of my anxiety. Oh you're anxious? Scared? Wow I have no idea what that's like!!!! But I have some self awareness and wariness of the impact of doomspirals in online political discourse.

*Cher voice* Snap out of it!

#dot talks politics #dot trolls fandom

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smallnico · 8 months ago

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Loving reading all these Esper answers! For the second part of the Dark Urge ask game: 7 and/or 9 (or any other questions you haven't been asked about yet, but want to answer!)

~ @bardicomen 😊

<33 happy to provide!

under the cut because it's long:

7. Bane once sacrificed all of Bhaals assassins, a mistake that caused a great rift between them. Did Durge ever plan to get revenge for it?

esper personally never saw much of a point. after all, murder is murder, and the only way they would get up and start planning revenge for something from the time of troubles would be if bhaal himself asked them to initiate such a plan. they do feel spite and disdain toward bane and his followers, and refused to work for or with gortash (because it took a while for gortash to get past the paradigm of employer/employee when they collaborated, he kept trying to tell them what to do and was shut out for it) for a while because of an innate disgust stemming from recreating the bhaal/bane service dynamic that once existed.

the vibe between them was weird for a while lmao. neither of them is used to the concept of an equal partner for different reasons. they did figure it out eventually, though.

9. The Feast of the Moon is a Bhaalian ritual where priests told the stories of particularly interesting or unique kills. Was one of your Durges deeds ever discussed, or perhaps even turned into a beloved and often retold story?

i love the bhaalian holidays. esper is, in spite of everything else about them, a fairly natural host -- they're very good at the kind of light connective-tissue conversation that introduces person to person and gets them talking, and they enjoy the process of checking in with people and getting them back involved in the festivities -- and events like the feast of the moon are a good excuse to host. but part of why they're good at it is because they don't like talking about themself as much, they like starting conversations and then listening to them go. they don't really like talking about their murders, either, preferring to let their actions speak for themselves and embrace the lack of glory associated with being a properly silent killer. they need sceleritas to start telling their stories on their behalf, but they continue when prompted.

esper's exploits get repeated by the other bhaalists in the way that stan twitter reposts images of a guy smirking, but the series of murders that led to their being anointed a deathstalker in the classic style (16 deaths in 16 ways, magical proficiency) as well as an unholy assassin in the modern style -- most of esper's magic is self-trained, as they're not really a cleric, but a lot of their abilities intersect handily with the deathstalker abilities -- it's one of the few things they're inclined to brag about. they're an overachiever.

and because you offered, and it's one of my favourite things about esper:

8. Being the head of a temple comes with lots of tedious work, did they truly manage all of it or did they try to outsource the best they could?

esper delegated for sure, but they do take a great amount of pride in their ability to manage the temple rather than just sitting on the big skull throne and giving orders. they're more used to receiving direction, so they do find admin work a welcome escape from being puppeted around in a blood rush by bhaal. plus, a well-run cult is an efficient cult, and an efficient murder cult means more people die and become scared and donate tithes (protection racket money) to the temple, more people speak and spread and respect the name of bhaal, gods damn it.

esper is a lot of things, but they are a type-a overachiever on top of all of it. they have an uncanny psychic ability to detect lies, uncertainty, insecurity, or anything else that gives away that something is wrong, before it even comes to their direct attention, especially if someone is particularly worried about what esper is going to do in response. if someone does something wrong in their cult, they are ruthless and terrifying in re-educating people, or disposing of them if need be (thanks, menzoberranzan upbringing). esper runs a very tight ship and they're not afraid to do things themself if they can't rely on someone else to do it, no matter how small or stupid it is, there's nothing they see themself as "too special" to bother with. they do find something meditative about running cult errands.

#thanks for asking!!#bardicomen #the askbox #ask game #durgeposting

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bulbabutt · 23 days ago

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yooooooo all i do lately is vent vent vent uhhh

itsssss really annoying to feel traumatized over shit that doesnt actually matter at all but you cant feel like a person who functions cuz of it

like. mkay, few years ago i did a stupid thing which was uh. pre coming out but post taking testosterone tell this girl ('girl' she was older than me, im an adult but sos she) i that i was trans. then that i had a crush on her. like a fucking idiot, i was like 'girl pretty girl nice maybe i can finally have something'

and the thing was like. we had this lax fucking job that didnt matter, we were both basically running this shitty lil store nobody came in for the christmas season. and like i had admitted id never done anything, but i should have noticed it was gonna be weird quicker, cuz while she was understanding of like 'ok yeah youre a dude i get that' it was. hmm. it wasnt really like she felt like that, and she didnt notice so much that shit she would say hurt my feelings. like this was so unserious honestly, but uh the thing abt taking t in your mid 20s is youre like... right im... im going through a literal puberty and being stupid as a teenager. im bad with expressing my feelings normally cuz of that.

anyway. it was a fling really. it was stupid and shouldnt have happened, and it probably hurt me more than i thought, but she got like... jealous of one of the employees who id known from a prev job... who to me was like. literally a child (cuz like, id known her since she was) and that made me feel so weird, cuz i was like ?? why the hell would i be thinking about her like that i havent done ANYTHING that would make you think that. and hello i only said i liked you ? but then i guess the age gap was the same in her eyes and so that might have been why she thought that. but like pfft if youre ~25 dating a ~30 yr old its whatever thats normal. going the other way gets weirder ESP if uh. HELLO i was this kids boss?? that was so weird that she felt like that. i guess cuz i was just better at getting along w people younger than me, as someone who isnt a TRUE millennial, someone whos pop culture references lean gen z or whatever. idk i just know kids like my vibe for some reason. there was NEVER anything else going on i was just... being chill? but that was enough to cause jealousy.

but like yeah theres only so many 3 weeks in 'i dont think this is a good idea i think im bad for you' texts you can get before you just go 'yeah you know what i dont wanna do this anymore actually thats fine no hard feelings'

but i tend to be a person who just cant socialize with people for long periods of time, i ghost people a lot, i dont have a history of having friends i dont know how to maintain relationships, but also i really didnt want to at this point. i felt really gross about it and embarrassed for putting myself out there and admitting a secret about myself.

anyway next year rolls around and i see her at the next job season and she tells me she and another coworker found my tiktok page (cuz shit forcibly adding your contacts IS THE DEVIL) and uh. she had to explain to said coworker that i was trans. which. felt like shit. obviously. i was still not out.

anyway THAT person was a piece of shit who talked down to me and acted like i was terrible at my job and brought aLL the personal shit up as if i had ever trusted HER with any of it. like using my new chosen name in texts and shit to call me out for nothing. i had to give her a fucking 'excuse me, you dont get to call me that i never fucking told you that and its WEIRD that you think you get to call me that just cuz you invaded my privacy.'

she literally told both my bosses about all my private shit with this girl. like all that stupid bullshit about how we had dated and it didnt go well, she spread my private shit. and like... it all... ugh. like i got told by said bosses 'hey. none of what she said is important at all dont even worry about it.' and i really appreciated that. but that year was so bad for me, i felt like i was being watched like everything i did was being misconstrued. everything blew up so fast if there was something sma,, and it was 100% that person making it worse.

next year i just came out finally just was like. yeah alright. got a beard now, had my tits removed, might as well. and everyone was chill. personal beef spreading bitch didnt come back (the bosses were glad of that) shit was chill. was on friendly terms with "ex" being normal, never had any beef that year. was very much a 'the beef we had the previous year was this bitch egging her on'. i was partially running store. everything was fine i thought.

next year. as it turns out? was not asked to help run store that year. was very confused, there was a slot to fill that no one else could and i wasnt asked to do it. instead they had this absolute bigot who made everyone and i mean EVERYONE who worked there so uncomfortable, abusive language bigoted talk, wouldnt let people leave if they were sick ass piece of shit.. yeah he got the job. and everyone complained, but hes friends with the boss so whatever.

anyway reached my wits end. quit mid season. was fine, i was moving anyway, it was whatever.

you know why i wasnt asked to have that job? cuz the ex. for some reason without thinking, said 'yeah ill come back but i dont want him to be in charge after last year'. and she... never told me there was any problem. and that hurt me so bad. like talking to other people who were there, it all seemed like... okay, i was good at my job and would just.. act like a boss and not a friend sometimes. like be the guy going 'hey can you like. go do __ i need to count the till i dont have time to hear your funny joke rn'. and she took it personally. like its fine if youre sensitive to stuff, but i was under so much stress a lot and i dont always handle it well.

and that beef she had that she didnt tell me about turned into me losing a job, losing my sanity, feeling utterly betrayed and forcing everyone else who worked there to deal with the biggest pos as a boss with no repercussions. i heard from people post quitting i was being talked shit about by my prev bosses TO the employees. for the crime of... complaining about a bigot. who was misgendering me, being racist to other employees, making the teens feel unsafe to be around. like this was a SCREAMING old man kind of shit.

and all because the ex, initially, made a comment about not wanting me to be in charge. and i just... i really dont even know what i did. it was so underhanded. and when i asked her about it, she just said 'no i didnt say i WOULDNT work under you i just said i HOPED you wouldnt be in charge, and weeks later i asked why you werent in charge' but like??? no. you literally said something that cost me a job. you did. theres no taking that back, you didnt tell me any beef you had with me, you clearly equated job stress with personal stress. you cost me a job! YOU did that you set off a chain of events! and like i cant even begin to explain how much i helped her with shit at jobs. like i kind of took all the responsibility but we were both being paid the same. i would get called every day by her being confused by things while i was at home and help walk her through shit. it was fine, i was stressed but i was fine i never held it against her!

and she like. blew up that entire shit. that whole job i loved got blown up cuz i thought i trusted a person. like was it entirely her fault? obviously not. but that kind of shit.. it just hurt. the idea that i trusted her with my own shit years ago, then time and time again that blew up in my face until i just cant look back at any of it happily anymore makes me so upset. 8 years of a job i loved w a friend, and it all got ruined cuz i said 'hey by the way, im trans' and that spiralled into something stupid.

and i havent had a job since for SOOOOOOME REASON..... i sit at home doing fuck all cuz i cant stand the idea of being around anybody again. i dont trust anybody. i dont feel safe talking to people, being in public, having a job... its so stupid and i hate everything.

also the whole. got clocked and almost punched had my 6 ft brother not been standing near me at the time thing. so now i am uh. just completely agoraphobic.

anyway. sorry i am just in a bad place lately.

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