#I'm not all that bothered on the idea of having no money left to buy other shit

[aayakashii]

WARNING: *BANGING POTS AND PANS* THIS HAS VERY EXPLICIT SEXUAL NSFT THEMES AND LANGUAGE! Very explicit femdom, Sub!Leo, Brat!Leo, dubcon, reader is afab, very little to no romance, just pure extreme horny. I cannot stress enough that THIS IS PORN. Do not engage if it makes you uncomfortable, please! <3

Part 2

collared

"Hey." You entered Leo's room after knocking twice on the door, not bothering to wait for him to let you in.

"Ugh. What do you want?" He glared at you through his vanity mirror as you made your way towards his bed and sat on its edge. "Just because I use you on my social media doesn't mean we're actual friends, you know." Leo didn't turn around from his spot at his vanity, not even to look at you.

You sighed heavily, already expecting the verbal abuse, but you had to face it if you wanted to go through with your plan.

"I just wanted your opinion on something. It'll be quick." You said, fidgeting with the hem of your skirt right behind him, noticing how he made eye contact with you through the mirror right after you said those words.

"A favor, then? That'll cost you, honor roll." He applied a bit of his skin care oil while smirking, already enjoying the idea of getting you to follow one of his many whims.

"Yeah, yeah, I know. It's not a big deal though? I just have this gift I want to give to a friend of mine. He kinda has a similar style as you, so I wanted to ask you to test it for me so I can see if it looks good."

"What friend is this?" He quickly said, closing the oil bottle with a sharp pop and spinning on his footstool to face you.

"What does it matter?" You quirked an eyebrow.

"It doesn't. I just wanna know."

"It's just a friend I made in Sinostra" you bounced your leg restlessly.

"A boyfriend?"

"No."

"A hookup?"

"No..."

"Oh my. Dont tell me he's an unrequited love. That's pathetic, you know."

"No! Leo! Look, will you help me or what?" You snap, your patience that was already spread thin seemed to be fading quicker and quicker, while your anxiety rose to unimaginable peaks.

"Hmmm..." he pretended to think, pouting with a finger over his lips "Okay, since I'm such a good guy. That WILL cost you even if it's an easy request, you know?."

You nod, rolling your eyes.

"Okay, gimme the gift, let me try it."

Your hands quickly shot to your loyal purse, fishing an intricately decorated collar. It had studs and chains all over its leather base, with one big hoop attached to the front piece of the collar

Leo whistled. 

"So you're saying he isn't anyone special, huh? Sounds like bullshit to me" He smirked, grabbing the collar from your hands.

You shrugged. "He likes this kind of stuff, what can I say?"

Leo hummed, opening the latch after turning back to face the mirror

"I'm kinda surprised you got the money to buy something like this though? You look like you have no money nor fashion sense, so that's interesting... Hm…” he hums, after securing the latch. “It looks good, but let's be fair: it's kinda easy for things to look good on me. Don't know if we can't say the same for your mysterious boyfriend."

Leo rambled after putting on the collar, failing to see how you got up and walked closer to him, your eyes darkening at the sight of the collar hanging on his neck.

You stood awkwardly behind him as he ran his fingers through his hair, admiring himself on the mirror, until he acknowledged your presence.

"What is it? Did you like it so much on me that you're regretting giving your horny gift to someone else, Honor Roll? Wouldn't blame you."

You licked your lips and gulped harshly, while he kept on admiring himself.

"Stay." You murmured quietly, but loud enough for Leo to hear.

As soon as the word left your lips, Leo's arms moved to his sides straight away. His body stuck in his seated position, almost unmoving, in the blink of an eye.

"H-huh...? What happened?" His eyes widened at the strange feeling of his body moving on its own accord. He locked eyes with you through the mirror again, seeing your pleasantly surprised expression. "Wait... what the fuck did you do, bitch?"

"Q-quiet." You said, a little louder this time.

Leo's mouth closed instantly, shutting him up.

"Haha... hahaha!! It really did work!" You laughed in disbelief, walking even closer to him once again, your gaze running through his body, checking thoroughly whether your plan had worked for real or not.

Leo only managed to follow you with his widened eyes as he stayed quiet and unmoving on his seat.

You sighed, satisfied with your work and shimmied yourself between him and his vanity mirror, sitting on top of his desk. Your feet rested right beside his thighs as you looked down at him.

"Ah Leo... I've been wanting to do this for a while, you know?" You murmured, pulling out a chain from your back pocket and leaning closer to his face. He was breathing heavily, nostrils flared and angry and wide eyes darting to your every movement.

You tugged on the hoop of the collar, snapping the chain on it with a satisfying click.

"You act so high and mighty, so proud of how badly you treat everyone around you... it's so fucking annoying. But you know that, don't you?"

You dragged a finger slowly on his cheek as you spoke.

"You think the whole world is supposed to answer to your whims when you don't give anything back to anyone. You treat people like trash even though your soul is the dirtiest of everyone around here, but… you also know that, don't you?"

You squeezed his cheeks with one hand, puckering his lips as he kept on breathing deeply and loudly.

"You know what I think?" you asked him, leaning towards his ears.

"I think a bad boy like you needs to be punished" you whispered, watching as goosebumps formed on his skin once you licked and bit his ear lobe, pulling his earring with your teeth a little too harshly.

All he could do was groan wordlessly.

"So, to do that, I managed to sneak away this collar for you. It's for anomalies, you know? To make them act like well behaved puppies. Everything that you're not." you leaned back, pleased to see the slightly red tint on his cheeks

"But I'm not a demon like you, obviously. I think you know quite well what kind of punishment I want to give you... but if you don't want it, I'll be happy to just make you obey me like a good, well behaved dog for a little while. Now that I got that collar on you, it's easy."

You pulled the chain towards you and hovered your face mere inches from his own, your lips barely brushing against his, but not quite kissing him.

"Speak."

As soon as you said the command, Leo puckered his lips, closing off the distance between you two, with his pierced tongue quickly pushing its way between your lips.

You smiled triumphantly, breaking the kiss before he could try to feel your tongue against his

"Ah-ah." you waved your finger in a negative motion. "Did I say you could do that?"

"You're a sick bitch." he breathed out, looking flustered.

"Oh my. Good boys don't say such bad things like that, Leo. I guess you do need some proper training." You said, pouting, feigning shock over his words.

"You're... you're sick." he repeated, shaking his head.

"Keep quiet or I'll silence you again." You said bluntly, pulling his collar tightly as you lifted your hips to pull down your panties.

Leo's eyes followed the way your underwear was haphazardly discarded on his bedroom's floor. Suddenly, however, his gaze snapped back to the way your skirt still hid your intimacy, as he licked his dried lips.

You were sick for sure, but since his heart kept beating a mile per hour and his stomach churned in awful anticipation, what did that make him, then?

He shook his head, fast.

"No way. No. That's disgusting. I won't fucking do that."

You cocked your head to the side, genuinely caught off guard.

"Disgusting?"

He avoided looking at you, as you raised an eyebrow.

"How many girlfriends and boyfriends have you had before, Leo?" you asked, mockery dripping from your tone "Are you telling me you never gave head to anyone just because you think it's disgusting?"

Leo flinched and kept avoiding your gaze, lips sealed as if you commanded him to be silent again.

"Oh dear. Are you telling me you never made any of your exes cum, Leo? Are you telling me you've never even satisfied someone?" You said, the smile sounding clear in your voice as he furrowed his brows deeply.

"Now THAT's pathetic. But it's okay, baby."

His eyes twitched at the petname.

"I'll make sure you'll eat me out properly" you tugged the chain to make him look at you. You opened your legs and lifted your skirt, allowing him to see the puffy lips of your pussy, and his eyes widened, as if he was seeing one for the first time in his life.

"You're so selfish you never even cared to please your exes... I feel so sorry for them. Do you even know what a clit is? Or do you just know about dicks since you have one between your legs?"

"Of course I know what a fucking clit is” he spat defensively and way too quickly, making you smile deviously.

"Then won't you be a good boy and suck mine?"

Leo's eyes were locked into the sight of your pussy in front of him, his ears burning red after hearing your bold command request.

You had read him so quickly, it was frustrating.

Indeed, he always avoided servicing his exes, way too focused on just achieving his own high.

Sex was nothing more than a way for him to get a bit of pleasure from time to time and nothing else. He never cared much about who allowed him to orgasm, he didn't care if it was a man or a woman, as long as he could get his own satisfaction quickly – and then it was back to his influencer grind. If his partner was left high and dry, it was none of his problem.

So, yes, as soon as he came, he would simply turn around and either leave to clean himself up, or nap. 

At that moment, however, he couldn't look away from the sight of your folds in front of him and the way you clenched around nothing, anticipating his ministrations.

He had nowhere to run, truly, but he wasn't fully convinced that he wanted to run – what with his heartbeat drumming loudly in his ears.

Leo approached you slowly, letting his tongue loll out of his mouth before he sunk into you, tentatively licking a long stripe on your pussy.

Your breath hitched on your throat and the little gasp you let out made him flinch and look up at you.

The taste was weirdly astringent and the smell was strong and musky, which didn't really appeal to him. But when he looked into your eyes, glazed with lust, he dived in deeper once again.

Leo explored you with his tongue, giving long kitten licks on your entrance, his piercing grazing against your most sensitive parts, making your legs spasm.

"A-ah... the piercing... fuck, it feels good..."

Much to his dismay, he felt his chest swell with pride at your praise.

"You... you are allowed to use your hands..." you said, half moaning, half murmuring.

At that, Leo felt himself gain control over his arms once again, which immediately moved to open up your folds with one hand, as he inserted one long finger inside you with the other.

While he kept your pussy spread open, his lips curled against your clit, sucking it harshly as his pierced tongue swirled around the sensitive bud, which elicited a loud moan from you – half pain, half mind-numbing pleasure.

"Ohhhh fuck! Slow down! You don't have to suck so harshly..."

His yellow eyes locked on your face and he began flicking his tongue against your clit instead, making sure to have his piercing graze against it.

"Fuckfuckfuckfuck oh my fucking god  yes... Yes, keep doing that, that's perfect" you ran your fingers through his hair, pulling it tighter, feeling the dampness of sweat on his scalp.

"You can put one more finger now" you murmured, and he complied after a little pause, consciously thinking about which movements he had to make next.

"Look at you being a good boy and doing so well for me" you panted, smiling down at him. 

Leo despised the way your compliment went straight to his groin.

"Now curl your finger up like a hook." you commanded, legs and hips spasming once he managed to do as you said. 

With a loud moan, you pushed his head closer to you, grinding against his face while you rode the orgasm that had washed over your body with his ministrations.

Leo lifted his head up to look at you, lips glistening with your cum. You panted and smiled, satisfied, a sheen of sweat covering your body, making you shine under the warm light of his bedroom 

"See? Was that so bad?" you asked, once you managed to catch your breath.

Leo looked to the side, doing his best to look as annoyed as he could.

"It was disgusting, just as I thought it would be."

"Oh? Really?" you asked, sarcasm loud in your voice "Funny, because I could swear this thing here means you liked it a lot" you finished, pressing one of your feet against the bulge that had formed in his pants. He couldn't control the gasp that escaped his lips as you rubbed him, his hips bucking forward, unconsciously seeking the friction.

"Look at that, you're leaking… Now, now, no need to hump me so desperately” you shimmied your way out of your position, standing right beside Leo as he was still unable to move properly.

"Get up and go lay down on your bed."

The command resounded, loud and clear, and Leo couldn't keep himself from fulfilling it. Cursing under his breath, he clenched and unclenched his fists, the only thing he could do to protest.

He laid down, widened eyes following you as you stood beside him. 

"You don't need to look so scared. As I said, I'm not a monster. I'm not going to hurt you." you said, as you began fiddling with the buttons of his shirt and pants "I'm just going to show you how meanies like you should get punished."

Freeing him of all his clothes, you licked your lips, looking at his nude body splayed on the bed and vulnerable, all yours for the taking. Leo's cock stood half mast, the tip wet and an angry red, much to his chagrin.

Leo clicked his tongue, still doing his utmost to sound as repulsed as he could about the idea of you touching him.

He just didn't know anymore if he was trying to convince you or himself.

"I didn't know you were such a perverted bitch." he spat out.

"Perverted?” You barked out a laugh “I guess I can't expect you to have explored anything if you didn't even eat out your exes." you ran a finger over his abdomen, ignoring the razor sharpness of his words.

"You know, if you were a good boy, things would be so different." you pouted dramatically, nails digging a bit deeper into his skin, making the muscles in his abdomen tense up "If you were a good boy, I'd be rewarding you right now. I'd take my sweet time kissing your body, I'd praise you and run my hands all over you and then I'd ride your cock until you came inside me."

You smiled as you saw him gulp.

"But you aren't a good boy, so you get none of that." you finish, flicking one of his pebbled nipples and making him gasp.

"I- I didn't ask for you to do anything.” he stuttered in spite of himself.

You tilted your head to the side and raised an eyebrow.

"I know. Just like I didn't ask for you to call me useless and then use me as your fake girlfriend online, but you still did it anyway, right?" 

Leo stared at you, anger still flashing on his face.

"That's why I'm doing this.” You shrugged. “I think it's about time I get my little revenge, hm? And what better way than to have you moan like a whore for me" you winked, grabbing a bottle of lube from inside your purse.

You could hear his sharp intakes of breath, chest heaving up and down while you sat beside his hips. A thick glob of lube fell from the bottle and onto him and you smiled when he flinched against the sensation of you clumsily smearing his cock with the sticky liquid.

After you deemed it properly lubed, you circled your hands just almost near his tip and stopped. Leo groaned in anticipation.

“Go on” you said, a sickening sweet smile gracing your features at the sight of him already so flustered when you had barely touched him.

“W-what?” he breathed out.

“If you wanna feel good, you're gonna have to fuck my hand.”

Leo widened his eyes for a second and then shut them tightly, turning his head away. He hissed like an angry street cat being denied food.

“What, you don't want to feel good?” you tilted your head, mockery clear in your voice.

“This is so fucking embarrassing” he spat, a scowl distorting his pretty features.

“Well” you shrugged, but still kept your hand in place “If you don't want to feel good, it's okay.”

“Why don’t you just order me to do it then? You can make me do anything with this fucking collar”

“I'm not gonna do anything you don't actually want to do.”

He was silent for a second, before he scoffed, loud and sarcastic.

“Well, I didn't want to be in this situation.”

Your mouth opened into an ‘o’, like what he said was a groundbreaking revelation, and you nodded.

“Fair enough. Then we'll stop.” you retracted your hand and began moving away from him.

Leo's head snapped towards you and he wiggled his body as much as he could in protest.

“N-no!” he yelled, still squirming in place, unable to actually get up from the bed.

“Hm?”

Leo opened his mouth, but no sound came out. Was he really going to ask that perverted, gross NPC to keep going? Was it even worth it to think too much about it?

His mouth moved before his mind could come to a conclusion.

“Don't leave… Don't- don't stop.”

A wicked smile slowly spread across your features.

“Then ask for it” you said, matter of factly, drinking in the sight of his flustered face.

“Fuck you.”

You tutted, pouting.

“That's not asking.”

“Okay, goddamnit, fuck. Please put your fucking hand there again.” he growled, through gritted teeth.

“Hmmm… That doesn't sound super nice.” you slid your hand down his shaft once, tightly. Leo choked out a moan, eyes fluttering shut.

“Please. Please.” he murmured, voice frantic and desperate.

“Please what?” you asked, gently rubbing the pad of your index finger against his tip, smirking when his cock twitched.

“Please, let me fucking cum.” he finally begged through a whisper.

“See? Now that wasn't so hard, was it?” you put your hand back on its spot, and the sensation of your palm and fingers firmly encircling his head already made him gasp. “Now go on. Move your hips for me.”

Leo begrudgingly moved his hips upwards, moaning at the feeling of your hand squeezing his length.

“Is this good enough?” you asked, trying to make sure he wasn't uncomfortable despite it all.

Leo nodded frantically, hips beginning to move at a faster pace. His mouth parted open, short mewls spilling out as he fucked himself into your hand. He hated to admit that it felt like a perfect fit. 

Your mouth watered. Wasn't he such a pretty boy when he was cumbrained and dumb.

“Look at you, fucking yourself silly into my hand. What would your followers think of this if they saw you being a slut for me, hm?” you murmured, and his pace began to quicken after your words, the lewd sound of lube squelching between your fingers and his hard cock making him curl his toes.

You murmured encouragements as he kept on bucking his hips up, fully forgetting about any decorum while loud moans came out of his mouth and his eyes rolled to the back of his head.

When you began to feel his dick twitch in your hand, however, you let go, a crazed smile on your lips as he kept rutting his hips upwards and onto nothing, chasing the release you deprived him of.

“Hu-huh? Whyyy…” He asked, pathetic and needy, with a few tears glistening at the corner of his eyes.

“Don't want you to cum on my hand.” 

He still looked out of it when you positioned yourself between his legs, not truly processing what you were planning on doing.

Your hands glided under his sweaty thighs and you pushed them towards him, giving you a better access to his leaking length.

When your tongue lolled out and you sucked his angry red tip, Leo's back arched completely out of the bed, his arms and legs spasming at the feeling of your warm mouth swallowing him deeper and deeper.

“N-no, that's, noooo…” he hiccuped, tears now falling freely down his cheeks, overwhelmed with the sensation.

You let him go with a lewd pop.

“Don't want it?” you asked, breathing heavily.

He had his eyes closed, brows scrunched upwards in a pained expression. Like the pleasure was too much for him to handle.

“I-it's disgusting… I'm gonna end up cumming…” he whined.

You arched an eyebrow.

“That's the whole point. I want you to cum while I suck you.”

He whimpered at your crass words.

“Do you want me to suck you or not?” you opened your mouth, letting your tongue hover next to his tip.

Leo fluttered his lashes, blinking away the tears, and arched his back, rutting his hips towards your lips, refusing to actually answer. 

When you wrapped your lips on his cock again, he let himself plop against the mattress, legs stretched and taut as a bow string.

Who would've thought Leo would become so whiny and needy, you thought, smirking to yourself.

You swirled your tongue around his angry red tip, feeling the salty taste of his precum before slurping it softly and letting it out with a pop, as if you were just sucking on a lollipop.

Leo squirmed against the bed, chasing your lips unconsciously with a needy whine. Every single nerve ending of his body was alight. Everywhere you touched seemed to frustratingly send him closer to an edge he never actually explored. 

You smiled against the feverish skin of his length and let him inside your mouth once again.

You bobbed your head slowly, up and down, cheeks hollowing as you sucked him and felt the hard throb of his heart in the veins of his cock – the satisfying thump thump thump of his painfully hard length pulsating inside your mouth.

One hand held his bucking hips down while the other fondled his balls, already heavy and tightening, begging for release.

“Mhmmm! I'm gonna- I'm gonna-” Leo mewled and gripped your hair, trying to push you away from his body. You grasped his wrists to keep him from effectively pushing you, finally letting his hips move freely.

He immediately moved his hips upwards, thrusting rapidly into your mouth and desperately chasing his orgasm, fully forgetting how he was trying to get you off of his cock just mere seconds ago.

His cock touched the back of your throat and you gagged – your moans of protest sending vibrations through his length. He rolled his eyes back and gave one final, stuttering thrust, spilling his cum onto your tongue and down your throat.

He groaned loudly, abs tensing as he saw explosions of white behind his eyelids, shaking from the shocks of his orgasm. You relaxed your throat, allowing his load to spill down the corners of your mouth and swallowing whatever managed to reach your throat.

Leo exhaled loudly, relaxing his body against the mattress.

You weren't done though.

Your lips wrapped once again around his reddened head and you gave him short, harsh sucks.

Leo gasped, stifling a scream, and his legs spasmed around you, kicking the bed as you overstimulated his half-mast cock.

You licked and swirled your tongue, focusing on the bruised tip, sucking him until he couldn't keep his loud sobs to himself. Tears ran down his cheeks again while he squirmed and flailed, mind turning into mush at the overstimulation.

He arched his back, whole body spasming while you coaxed him into another orgasm, massaging his balls and suckling on his dick without allowing him a moment to breathe.

When he finally came again, letting out a high pitched moan, he barely managed to burst out into your mouth – instead, he squeezed your head between his thighs and grasped your hair with both hands, abs contracting painfully.

Once you finally let him out of your mouth, Leo looked ruined. His ears were ringing and he could barely register his surroundings. He had no strength to his limbs, feeling like a melted puddle of himself, way too focused on his own pleasure to remember he was supposed to be angry at you – not thankful for the sweet torture you just had made him go through.

You got up, watching Leo's chest heave up and down and his sweaty skin glimmer against the low glow of his room with a maniacal smile.

“Felt good?” You asked, sitting down beside him and picking up your purse. Leo blinked slowly, eyelids heavy as his cock still twitched. He was still coming down from his high, sniffling and blinking his tears away, unable to answer you properly.

You smiled and grabbed a bottle of water. Putting a hand under his head, you tipped it up and placed the bottle against his chapped lips.

“Drink it. You don't want to dehydrate now.”

He groaned and opened his mouth, drinking in large gulps. After he finished, he eyed you with curiosity as you popped a few mints into your mouth.

You raised an eyebrow at him.

“I might or might not kiss you later. I don't think you wanna taste your own cum in case I do kiss you, do you?” 

Leo looked away, scrunching his eyebrows.

“N-no.”

“Yup.” You drank a few gulps of water, with the mints in your mouth. “Porn isn't very accurate to real life after all”

“I know that!” He spat, defensively.

You chuckled.

“I'm not saying you don't.” you threw the now empty bottle inside your purse, while fishing out two items and Leo’s heavy lidded eyes went wide as saucers.

“W-what is that?” he mumbled, watching you crawl close to him with two small hot pink cups in hand.

“Why am I not surprised that you don't know what these are?” you smirked.

“Can’t you just fucking tell me?” he barked, a crease appearing on his forehead.

“Oh, what a foul mouth.” You shook your head. “But okay, I’ll enlighten you.”

You leaned forward and squeezed the cups, placing their lids over his nipples. 

“These are suction cups.” you let go of the silicon and smiled as Leo gasped when the cups stood firm against his skin by sucking his nipples.

“W-why?” he whispered.

“They’ll make you more sensitive, baby” you explained, as you absentmindedly fondled his soft cock. “I’ll be able to suck on them, you’ll feel good and I’ll get you hard for me again, just the way I want you.”

He breathed deeply, feeling a strange and pulsating heat where the cups were placed.

Why the fuck was he even looking forward to that? Why the fuck was he so eager to get his cock stiff for you? Until when was he going to be able to pretend he wasn’t loving that sugar pain?

After a few moments, you noticed the strange, pained look on his face as his thoughts raced a million miles per hour.

“Is it hurting?”

“N-no…” he blinked, focusing on the sensations once again. “It just feels weird.”

“Good. Let's see how you look then.”

Leo groaned when you pulled the cups out with a pop, cheeks bright red as he watched you bite your bottom lip once you saw his pink, perked nipples.

“Aw, look how cute they look, all puffy!” you cooed before leaning down and licking one of them while your hand pinched the other.

“Haaah?!” he gasped, arching his back and leaning into your ministrations.

He had absolutely no idea he could feel good from something like that.

In the back of his mind, he knew he should be spewing venom, telling you that you were a disgusting pervert for doing those types of things to him, mocking your preferences and any previous partners you might have had before.

But at that moment, Leo could only feel the shock of pleasure go straight into his cock.

You suckled on his puffy, perked nipple while your hand rolled the other between your fingertips, switching sides and relishing on the vibrations of his chest as he groaned.

Leo's head shook from side to side, with his eyes shut – he didn't know what to do with himself as he felt aroused from having you pinch and pull and roll his nipples around your fingers. He didn't even know he could feel any pleasure from that.

“Look at that, guess you're coming to life again, huh?” you asked, and Leo opened his eyes, heavy lidded and watery, to see what you meant.

Between his legs, his cock was already chubbing up.

“A-ah…” he whimpered, rubbing his thighs together and shaking his head.

“Do you wanna stop?”

He snapped his eyes towards you, wide and desperate, as if the whole notion of stopping could absolutely break him.

“Okay, okay” you huffed out a laugh “Just checking.”

You grabbed your bag and crawled back towards his waist, sitting between his legs once again. Meanwhile, Leo's amber eyes followed your every movement, tongue darting out of his mouth to lick his chapped lips in anticipation.

He had completely forgotten to pretend he hated it all.

“We're gonna use this now” you announced, holding out a fleshlight for him to see and pumping obscene amounts lube inside it.

Leo was quiet as he observed you, and the sudden silence weirded you out.

“What, don't tell me you don't know what a fleshlight is!” you smirked.

“Of course I know!” he yelled, cheeks flushed with anger and embarrassment.

“Then what is it?” you raised an eyebrow while you wiggled in place, trying to find a comfortable position between his legs.

He opened his mouth, yet stayed quiet. You patiently waited for him to say whatever was on his mind.

“You… won't- um.” he cleared his throat. “You won't, uh. We won't- we won't have normal sex?” he murmured, avoiding your eyes.

Your face lit up, as you understood what he meant.

“Oh, you mean to ask if I'm gonna let your cock inside my pussy?” you said, enunciating the words clearly.

He flinched, but nodded.

“No." you said, matter-of-factly and blunt. "You don't deserve it. Maybe once you become a good boy.”

Leo was about to complain, when you placed the fleshlight against his dick and, with a swift movement, pushed it down, squeezing the gooey toy around his member.

“Wo-AH!” Leo moaned loudly, back arching and toes curling right beside you. “T-that's tight! That's too tight!” 

“Yeah?” you smiled “And that's all you're gonna get, baby. So think about how I'd be so much more tighter while I fuck you with this, how about that?”

You observed his reactions, almost drooling at the sight of Leo squirming and twitching while you jerked his cock with the toy.

The loud squelching sounds of his cock spreading the soft walls of the toy went straight to your pussy, and you could feel a wet puddle forming under you – but you had your mind set. Leo wasn't getting any rewards. You'd have to deal with yourself once you got back to your dorm.

Leo's eyes rolled to the back of his head as he clenched his teeth, muffled mewls escaping his mouth as he met your movements with clumsy thrusts.

“Feels good?” you asked, voice loud through the plap plap plap of the fleshlight against his sweaty skin.

“Mmhhmm! So good! So good!” he answered, tongue lolling out as he couldn't control the high pitched ah! ah! ah! in time with your ministrations.

Suddenly, one of his hands found your wrists, and he grabbed it, nails digging on your skin.

“Let me- hnng- ah! let me be inside” he said, breathlessly, through his moans.

“Hm?” you eyed him, almost laughing as he whined when you stopped your movements.

“Let me be inside you.” he repeated, voice raspy and lips chapped. You rolled your eyes and began moving the toy again.

“You aren't giving any orders around here, baby.”

“Fuckkkkk” he gasped, throwing his head back and you bit your lips as you thought about how sensitive he was.

“Can I please- ma-may I please be inside you? Please? Please? Let my dick inside you?” he whined, glittering tears rolling down his cheeks as he closed his eyes to be able to beg and ignore the gaping wound in his pride.

“Awww” you cooed, rubbing salt onto the wound “Look at you, being so polite! But no, you can't.”

His eyes snapped open, wide.

“No, noooo, whyyyyy…” he groaned, still pounding the toy, sweaty skin sticking to the silicon that was overflowing with lube and precum.

“Because you don't deserve it, remember? I'm doing this to put you in your place, you should be plenty happy I even let you eat me out.”

He whimpered and mumbled incoherent words in protest, hips jutting upwards in an erratic pace.

“It's okay, you can spill everything here, baby. Look at that, you're all clumsy! You're about to cum, aren't you? Go ahead, fill this up.” you encouraged him, squeezing the fleshlight a bit tighter and torturing him with a faster pace.

“Ghhhnnnn-! Aahhh…” his abs went rigid as he curled into himself and spilled his cum into the toy with a pornographic moan, hips stuttering against your hands.

You rode him through his orgasm, the squelching sound louder as his cum dripped down his shaft and onto the mattress.

“That's right, you did great” you praised him while your movements slowed down until you stopped and watched him pant heavily, fully relaxed against the mattress.

Leo's eyes were heavy lidded and his breathing was beginning to get deeper, but you lightly tapped his cheek with your hands.

“I'm gonna clean these up in your bathroom.” you lifted the suction cups and the fleshlight and he blushed at the sight of his own cum. “Don't go to sleep. You need to clean up. But before that, take these.”

You handed him a candy bar and another water bottle before moving to pick up your panties, long forgotten at the corner of his bedroom.

“How did you fit so much stuff into that ugly bag?” he muttered, voice heavy with tiredness, while he opened the snack.

You raised an eyebrow at him, while you walked to his bathroom.

“You have to be prepared when you do this sort of thing” you answered, after you finished cleaning the toy and stuffed it inside your bag “Like I said�� porn isn't accurate to real life.”

“I know that.” he said again, the bite in his words barely there this time around, and you laughed.

“Well. If you're a good boy from now on, maybe I can show you other stuff you need to be prepared for.” you winked, throwing the bag onto your shoulder.

Leo blinked slowly, digesting your words. And then a devilish smirk spread out on his features.

“Or I can still treat you the same and get punished like this again. I would mind at all. And I bet you wouldn't as well, perverted honor roll."

You rolled your eyes.

Leo would never learn.

Please reblog this if you liked it because it legit took me so long to write this, it was SO HARD and I need some words of affirmation fr thank you xox

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Nothing Has Changed - 14

Summary: Returning home for peace, you're faced with your tormentor, Bucky Barnes, who is now involved in your family's business.

Character: Bucky Barnes

Warning: Angst, Tragedy.

Author Note: So... I wrote the story outline until the ending. I didn't expect the story to turn dark. Prepare yourself.

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You knew that Steve and Bucky weren't as close as they used to be, but seeing it up close felt even more awkward. Bucky, on the other hand, didn't seem stressed despite his mother being sent to jail.

As you watched Bucky load your groceries into your car, you asked, “I don't feel any bromance between you and Steve anymore.”

Bucky shrugged, not missing a beat as he placed another bag in the trunk. “Well… I won’t deny it. Ever since we all went our separate ways, while Steve stayed, everything just became different.”

“I did offer him a job at the resorts, but he declined.” His voice held a note of regret. “It’s sad that we’re not close anymore.”

You watched him for a moment, feeling a pang of something you couldn't quite identify. You never had someone who used to be close to you turn into a stranger. The closest person you had was Ransom. He betrayed you once but still kept in contact. Then there was Harlan, the only older person who was like a grandfather figure to you. But he's gone now.

“You're a good friend,” you said softly.

Bucky’s eyes widened in surprise. “Did… Did you just give me a compliment?”

“No.” You quickly got into your car, hoping to hide the faint smile on your face.

He chuckled and hummed, “Yes, you did.”

As you closed the car door, he knocked on the window. You rolled it down a little. “What?”

“I know I'm asking a lot, but could you help out at the resort again?” Bucky’s voice was earnest, almost pleading.

You raised an eyebrow. The idea of going back to the place that kicked you out felt just as wrong as when you got fired from Drysdale. Memories of the humiliation and hurt still stung.

Bucky seemed to sense your hesitation. “I will make sure the environment is different this time.”

That got your attention. “How?”

“You'll see it tomorrow.” He smirked a hint of mischief in his eyes, and then turned to leave. You watched him walk away, a mix of curiosity and skepticism swirling in your mind.

🏨🏨🏨🏨🏨

The next morning, you woke up with uncertain feelings. Should you go back? But you decided to give it a try.

When you parked your car, you saw someone walking out the door carrying a box. It was Natasha.

You got out of the car and walked past her. Natasha glared at you, spitting out, “Bitch. Are you happy?”

You stopped and turned to face her, feeling a newfound confidence. “What did I do that made Bucky fire you? Tell me. All the evidence points to Lydia.”

Natasha flinched, taken aback by your directness. The old you would have been too afraid to talk back to her.

In truth, only Bucky knew the real reason she was fired. She had been receiving hush money from Lydia. The first time she caught Lydia red-handed, stealing money from the vault and stuffing it into her designer bag, she was paid off to keep quiet.

Her front desk salary couldn't buy her designer bags and shoes with cash. The money from Lydia was the reason she could afford them. But no matter what she had, it was nothing compared to what you possessed.

“Tsk.” She clicked her tongue and walked away.

You sighed. She hadn't changed. She always lashed out at you.

“Did she bother you?” Bucky's voice broke through your thoughts.

“No. She just blamed me,” you replied, shaking your head.

“I'm sorry,” he said, looking genuinely apologetic.

“I'm used to it. She hasn't changed at all,” then turned and walked into the building.

You started working again. You felt more relaxed, perhaps because Lydia and Natasha were no longer there to cast their shadows.

‘Knock, knock.’

You lifted your head and saw Jake standing at the door.

“You're back,” he said, stepping inside.

“Yeah,” you replied, continuing your work.

He took a seat in front of you. “Me and the other employees are grateful to you.”

“Why?” you asked, looking up.

“Because those women are gone,” Jake said.

Your pen stopped moving. “Was it that bad?”

Jake shrugged his shoulders. “Well, we kinda knew. But we couldn't do anything. Especially me. This place was the only one that gave me a job after what happened.”

You leaned forward, curious. “Can I ask what happened to you? Someone as smart as you making a mistake like that doesn’t seem right.”

He sighed, leaning back in his chair. “People won’t believe me when I tell them, but I guess you could understand it.”

“Me?” You raised an eyebrow.

He nodded. “Just like you, I was framed for something I didn’t do.”

Before Jake came back, he had a good job at an IT security company. But he was blinded by money when he got an offer to make a gambling website.

“Wait… what about the rumor you hacked the Department of Defense’s security?” you asked, intrigued.

Jake leaned in, lowering his voice. “That’s… well, off the record. I can’t tell you about that. But it wasn’t the reason I got arrested.”

The reason he got arrested was someone tipped off the authorities that he was the person who made the illegal gambling website. Jake did, but he was also accused of receiving $30 million from money laundering that was used on the site.

“Wow,” you said, shaking your head. “Do you know who asked you?”

He shrugged his shoulders, scratching his head. “It's my own fault too. I got the request from the dark web. It was difficult to prove to the judge, and I didn’t have the money to pay for a good lawyer.”

“How did you get released?” you asked, still in disbelief.

“I got a plea deal. I knew some secrets. Do you want to know?” Jake winked at you.

You scoffed, “No thank you,” and went back to work.

Jake chuckled, leaning back in his chair. “But seriously, thanks for what you did here. It means a lot to all of us.”

You nodded, acknowledging his gratitude, but focused on your work.

🏠🏠🏠🏠🏠

You went back home, only to see the last person you wanted to see walking out of your house—the mayor.

You stayed in your car until he left, then got out and headed inside.

When you entered the house, you saw Tom sitting on a chair with his head resting on his hand. He looked stressed and pale.

You rushed to him and touched his shoulder. “Father?”

Tom flinched, then looked up at your face. He patted your arm. “Y/N.”

“Yes?” you asked, your voice filled with concern.

“Could you stop whatever you're doing right now?” he said, his voice trembling.

Seeing how stressed and scared your father was, you knew it could only mean one thing—the mayor had given him a warning.

“Did he threaten you?” you asked, your eyes searching his face.

Tom shook his head. “No, he just gave me some advice. Lydia has all the connections. I don’t want you to get hurt.”

Bullshit. It wasn’t advice. It was clear that Lydia and the mayor were partners in crime.

“I'll listen to you,” you said, patting his shoulder reassuringly.

Tom sighed in relief and nodded, glad you didn’t object. “I'm going to make some tea. Do you want some?”

Before you could answer, your phone vibrated. It was Steve. “I’m going to take this,” you said, stepping away.

You moved to another room. “Hey.”

Steve’s voice came through the line. “Are you busy right now?”

“No. What’s up?”

“I just wanted to tell you that I’ve arrived at the art gallery,” Steve said.

“That’s great!” you replied, a smile spreading across your face.

“Y/N?” he continued, sounding a bit uncertain.

“Hmm?” you prompted.

“I feel so small surrounded by these skyscrapers,” he admitted.

You remembered feeling the same way when you first arrived in the city.

“But it gives big opportunities,” Steve added, a note of hope in his voice.

You smiled, feeling a bit lighter. At least there was some good news. “Stay optimistic like that, and you’ll get it, Steve.”

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In a big house, a woman lay on the couch, casually flipping through a magazine. An ankle bracelet adorned her right ankle—it was Lydia.

Bucky came home and walked into the living room, his footsteps echoing in the spacious room.

The moment she saw him, her expression twisted with anger. She hurled the magazine toward him, but he caught it effortlessly.

“You're just like him,” she spat, her voice dripping with bitterness.

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So my sad gay self found this while scrollin: https://youtube.com/shorts/KTjKsm2uLPA?si=aHCxEMjey1iZ_u0A

Very cute, very wholesome I AM YEARNING. So if I may request a mlm!reader who will just casually people soda tabs as a subtle means of flirting or asking for affection (mostly because its such a uncommon practice that it removes most of the actual stress of flirting) with Vox?

No pressure, please take you time! Kisses darling <3

-📽

A/N: Honestly the soda tab thing is SO CUTE. I'm experimenting with more with how I write Vox so hopefully this is good

Word Count: 1.7k (1,755)

Soda Tab [ Vox x M!Reader ]

“Vox what the fuck is that?” Velvette pointed at a jar full of soda tabs on his desks.

“I’m gonna be real honest with you.” He took a deep breath in, “I have no fucking idea.”

You were just a regular sinner in the Pride Ring. You grew tired of the one time dates that ended with your date wanting to take you home into their bedroom. You held yourself to a standard. It made sense why you were placed in this ring considering your pride never allowed you the speak freely, not wanting to damage whatever was left of your reputation after a failed relationship.

You eventually landed a job with VoxTek as an operation’s manager. The job wasn’t easy but it paid and gave you shelter. Your soul remained intact but your sanity was slipping.

Then it all changed when the fire nation attacked when Vox personally invited you into his office to discuss a promotion. He needed someone that could hold their composure better than the Vees during important meetings and speak on their behalf. You were basically Vox’s representative so they wouldn’t have to deal with whatever, or whoever, you had to deal with. You held your status with pride and Vox admired the way you didn’t take anybody’s shit professionally.

After years of working with the Vees, you became close with them. Conversations with the three weren’t easy but they were mandatory for you to be able to represent them properly. You and Vox were particularly close.

So when he invited you to a celebratory dinner, you donned yourself in the best suit money could buy and set off. You never admitted it but Valentino definitely caught onto your secret crush on Vox.

Vox rarely faltered his usual persona in front of you, only losing composure a couple of times when his emotions were at an all time high. What you didn’t know is how he admired your consistency with perfection. Perfection. Running this business with Velvette and Valentino, who are both hot-heads in their own way, was difficult at times but since you stepped in, it’s been smooth sailing. Your constant shower of praise fueled his ego and he enjoyed keeping you around, just so he can get his fill of ego juice.

This dinner he arranged was to celebrate your work, and to boast about how he’s so smart and picked perfectly because of course he picked perfectly. He was the Vox after all. So when he saw you running up to him a couple minutes early before the arranged meeting time at the limo, he was taken aback at your suit. He was enamored.

You matched him in colors, even wearing the same bowtie as him but blue. Your suit was a darker shade of his and he loved it. It was perfect. You were perfect to him. He didn’t know why his heart pounded louder so he assumed that he was just excited to talk about how he made an amazing decision to you.

“Vox, sir! I hope you weren’t awaiting my arrival.” You said, anxiously fixing your suit and straightening out any loose ends.

“Oh don’t worry about anything. I just got here. The suit is perfect. Where did you get it?” Vox spoke, looking down at you with his hands behind his back.

“I listened to your suggestion, sir, and went to Velvette to get suited. I paid her in full, of course.” You spoke formally. So formal that it somehow bothered Vox in a way. As much as he loved being perfect, he wanted to see you when you weren’t so…tense.

“Paid? You shouldn’t have to worry. You are a part of the Vees, services are free for us.” He laughed. He took note of how you looked in front of him. You stood up straight, not a single thing out of place. He wondered what exactly could break this perfectionist standard you held yourself to.

.

“He likes you, Vox.” Valentino said, “I’m fuckin’ blind and I can see the way he eye fucks you whenever you start talking about how you’re the shit and you know what’s right or whatever.”

“And how can you be so sure, Val? I think he just respects me.” Vox scoffed, “Not any of that nonsense.”

“Yeah and because any other demon would willingly hang out with your egocentric bullshit. I’ve known you for years and I can’t stand hearing you say you were right. Even if you were.” Velvette rolled her eyes, “He literally posts romantic bullshit all the time and they’re all about bosses.”

“Are you stalking our employees?”

“Cut the shit. It’s not ‘stalking’ if his account is open to me.” She flipped him off, “And he’s basically a Vee. He likes you. And now you’re going on a date. Be a dear and stop beating around the fucking bush and own up to it.”

.

Vox recounted the conversation he had with the two other Vees. This wasn’t a date. Or at least he didn’t arrange it to be one to begin with but with this revelation, it might just turn out to be just that.

As the limo began to slow, he glanced over at you. He sees you fiddling with…a soda tab? He squinted at it, trying to understand why you kept fidgeting. “We’re here.”

You quickly shoved the tab in your pocket and looked at him, “I’ll get the door for you sir.” You reached for the door on your side but he stopped your hand with his own.

“No, I got it. Come on.” He opened his own door and pulled you out, keeping your hand in his as you stepped on the curb. Your hands were warm and he enjoyed it. He looked at the way you instinctively held his hand back and he couldn’t help but feel how perfect it fit in his own.

“Thank you, sir.” Your thanks got a scoff and you stiffened, pulling your hand back down to your side. “I’m sorry.”

“No. Not that.” He said, grabbing your hand again, “For tonight, call me Vox. No more of that sir bullshit.”

You nod in response, unaware of why he’d grab your hand to say that. You were even more confused when he didn’t let go until you had to sit across from him.

“Regarding today’s meetings, I’d like to discu—”

“Hush. Please. No business talk. This is to celebrate you!” He proudly spoke, “I picked the best demon to be our representative and I’d like to give you another promotion. To be one of the Vees.”

You choked on your wine, “Excuse me? Me? No, I can't possibly be a fit person for that.”

“Look. You’re aware of our image, correct?”

“Yes. Perfection.”

“Well that’s exactly why you’re going to stand by us and be part of us. I have contracts ready for you to sign so you can get a couple of souls under your belt. Some goons to do your dirty work.”

“Sir—Vox. Vox, I thought this was a business dinner regarding my work quota for the week?” You questioned.

“What—No. You already exceed the quota triple the amount majority of the time. Consider this a…date.” He grinned, taking enjoyment in your flustered state. “A congratulatory gift for your hard work and your promotion. I called it too, by the way, your success with us.”

You were dying on the inside. He just gifted you a promotion and a dinner and now the dinner’s actually a date? You panicked, not having anything to give him.

“Well…I’m flattered but I don’t have anything to give you a gift in exchange.” You rummage through your pockets. Your fingers grazed the soda tab and your cheeks flushed a light red. “Actually…Here. A small token of my appreciation.”

Vox squinted at the soda tab you held towards him. “A soda tab?” He asked, “Do you just carry soda tabs? Why?”

“Just…trinkets! You know, my little collection. Actually you’re right, I’m sorry. It’s probably stupid.” You start to retract but he swipes the soda tab out of your hand.

“No. I’ll keep it. It’s weird and a little stupid but it’s…” He flips the soda tab around, looking at it from different angles, “Admirable. In a sense. Thank you.”

Oh if only he knew what he unlocked. Ever since the date, he’s been getting soda tabs from you. You were greeted with confused acceptance every time you gave Vox one out of nowhere. He tried asking you what they’re for exactly but you’d just run off, using work as an excuse.

“Vox, when are you going to cash these in?” Velvette asks, picking a pink soda tab out of his container.

He looked up, confused, “Cash them in? What are you talking about?”

Velvette bursts into laughter, “Oh my god. You’ve just been collecting these and didn’t know?!” She taps through her phone and shows him a video explaining the soda tab trend.

His face turned red, “These…these are for kisses? He didn’t tell me these were for kisses—I thought they were just trinkets! That’s what he said!”

“Vox for someone as smart as you, you’re really fucking dumb.”

“Velvette.”

“What?”

“Can you go get him for me?”

“I guess.”

.

You walked into his office thinking it was to talk about the latest update on his Angelic Security System. “Vox, I’m pleased to inform you that production is 80% complete. I was thinking the best workers get compe—” He cuts you off by placing a single soda tab on the stack of papers you had in front of you. You look at him confused.

“I’d like to cash one in.” He says, looking at you with a confident smile.

“Cash one in…” You think for a bit and as soon as you realize he knew what they were for, panic sets in and your face turns red. “Oh! Uh—Haha. What do you mean?” You lie.

“Y/N, dear, you’re terrible at lying. You’re perfect at everything but lying. And if you wanted some special attention, you should’ve said so.” He leans closer to you as he gestures to the jar on his table, “Also. I’d like to cash in half of this jar. 280 of them, including this one, I believe.”

“Sir! I can’t possibly—” He shuts up you with a sudden peck on your lips.

“Ah ah. None of that sir bullshit. I told you to call me Vox. Now…” He leans back and pats his lap, “I believe I have 279 left? Chop chop.”

[highwehyrat]

Your first time with Katsuki Bakugo.

It's one am, I'm sleepy as shit, I'm supposed to be up by eight tomorrow but I'm also horny and have this shit running through my head. Enjoy my ✨rat-lettes✨

It's also his first time. Took place at your apartment after he came over one night after work. He was tired, mentally and physically and all he needed to end his week was his solace.

He came in through a window you had left open, didn't even bother alerting you that he was coming over

You're peacefully sat in your blankets giggling at your phone when all of a sudden you hear movement in your house. You immediately get up oversized shirt draping over your important parts.

You gingerly walk through the corridor of your house with scissors in your hands. You feel your bonnet swiftly being snatched off your head from behind you. You let out a blood curdling scream, fall to your knees and plead mercy for your life.

The all too familiar voice of your boyfriend graces your ears, causing you to snap your head back and pause your sniffles. You lock eyes with his red irises, the uninterested look he gave you while wearing your bonnet caused pure anger to bubble within you.

Without saying a word to him you left and went back to your room to tuck yourself inside your blankets. Realising that he may have over done it, Katsuki tailed along while spewing chains of sorrys and tips on how it's important to close your windows late at night.

You refused to budge. You were understandably upset. He opted to situate himself beside you in your blankets. The next five minutes were him trying to negotiate forgiveness. With no avail, he chose to negotiate with buying you your favourite snacks first thing tomorrow morning before you woke up.

One thing led to another and you found yourself sharing a bowl of fruit with your boyfriend while watching a dating show.

"He is soo not serious. What do you mean she's a gold digger? How in the world do you date a slay queen(baddie) and then expect her not to ask you for money for her routinely maintenance?"

"Broke people shit"

As the night grew darker, the bed grew comfier, the cuddles grew more intimate and the conversations grew deeper. Inevitably hands began to wonder, alongside the imagination. Most of it was foggy cause of how tired and lust stricken the both of you were in that moment.

But you're sure you'll never forget the feeling of your first Katsuki-driven orgasm, how the last orgasm of the night left you feeling like you had been exorcised of a spirit you had no idea dwelled within you, how he repeatedly cussed as he fought off early release, how he lightly teased you for being needy as if hes own body language was not clearly deceiving him, how tears brimmed his eyes at his first release, how he exhibited symptoms of eagerness to learn and solve your body like it was a labyrinth placed before him.

How it burned when his thick cock entered you, how it drove you nuts when his cock twitched for you each time he pulled out, how his hands dug into the flesh of your thighs as he figured out the perfect angle he'd be in you deepest. How extollations of his name spilled from your mouth as his skillful digits worked on your clit.

You'll most definitely not forget how worried he looked after you were done and he noticed the blood on his cock. He spiralled on and on about how he didn't mean to hurt you and repeatedly asking you if you're okay. You did your best to explain to him that he just happened to be quite endowed which resulted in you stretching a little over your elastic limit. He did calm down but it took him a little while to do so. He "made it up to you" through top tier cuddles and plenty snacks the next morning.

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Warnings: this fic will include elements, some dark, such as kidnapping, marital discord, noncon/dubcon, and other untagged triggers. Please take this into account before proceeding. It is up to curate your online consumption safely.

Summary: a fight with your husband leads to an unexpected situation.

Characters: Lee Bodecker, Jake Jensen

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"Marge," you struggle to keep the exasperation from your voice, "that's not how it works. It's a civil dispute, not criminal--" 

"They signed a contract," the blonde dictator bites back at you. 

"Right, and we're going through the appropriate channels to have there violations dealt with--" 

"Ugh, whatever," she throws the folder at you, "shoulda know better. I heard you never even passed the bar." 

You catch the file before the papers can flutter out. You scowl at her as she pushes her hands out in frustration and stomps her pink heel. You pinch your cheeks between your teeth. You never got to take the bar, you got married. Like her. Maybe you should ask about the dust on her English degree. 

"And that lipstick is tacky. It looks awful with your skin tone," she snarls as she rams a manicured nail in your direction, huffing and spin, taking off like a tornado towards the rest of the doll-like HOA clones. 

You look down as you shuffle the papers straight and shrug. You've never quite fit in. This place is like high school 2.0. You never have the right clothes or the right makeup, and no matter how much you primp, your hair just won't behave. You don't know why you bother. 

Well, it's something to do. A hobby in your mostly empty life. Brock promised you it wouldn't be like this. To his defence, you're the idiot who believed him. 

Your husband hasn't exactly kept his promises, has he? You leave through the gate, not bothering with the niceties. You're certain your dismissal was thoroughly witnessed. Besides, the meeting is as good as done. 

You wait by the curb, a text sent to Brock. Your feet kill in these slingbacks. You hate those as much as you hate the mascara that makes your lashes stick. 

The black car comes down the street and you open the door, dropping inside with a puff. You rest the folder in your lap and roll your eyes back against a repressed yawn. You shut the door and buckle your belt. 

"Hey, honey," you greet your husband. "How was your day?" 

"Busy," Brock answers curtly. 

"Oh, did you have dinner? I left it in the oven to reheat--" 

"Your my wife, you're the one who warms my dinner," he insists. 

Your nostrils flare and you look away. This is exactly what you dreaded the day you accepted that ring. All those years of schooling and you threw it away for an empty vow. 

"Alright, I'll turn the stove on when I get in--" 

"How was it? You're early. You didn't stay for drinks?" 

"I'm tired." 

"So? Five years and what do you have to show for it? Like I wanna hear about those dumb bitches at the barbecue? No, I wanna hear about my wife. About everything she's doing for the neighbourhood." 

"Don't talk like that," your murmur. If he thinks they're dumb, what does he think of you? 

"Don't tell me what to do," he snorts, "you know, you might be a little happier if you put in a little effort. Not like I don't bust my ass so you can buy nice dresses and yet you're still wearing this." 

He reaches over and tugs your skirt. It's one of your favourite dresses. You don't see an issue with it, other than it might be a bit past its prime. Besides, he does make a lot of money but you're the one who counts it and makes sure the bills get paid. There isn't room for you to buy Chanel. 

"Sorry," you mutter towards the window. 

"Don't be sorry, do better," he rolls the steering wheel as he rolls around the cul de sac. 

Your chest sinks and your lip twitches. Do better. You're tired of hearing that. You're tired of trying. You're just tired. 

"Stop the car," you demand as you sit up. 

"What?" He scoffs.  

"Stop the car and let me out--" 

"We're almost home." 

"I said let me out of the car," you snarl, "now!" 

He slams on the breaks so hard, you nearly smack into the dashboard. You hit the button on the seat belt and let it rebel. You grab the folder and throw it on the dash so the pages scatter. 

"You can turn a fucking dial," you snip and push the door open. 

He catches your arm, his grip tight and unbending, "where are you going?" 

"I don't know. Anywhere but here." 

"Don't be fucking stupid, get back in the car," he commands. 

"Let go!" 

"You're being stupid--" 

"Like always, right?" You spit at him and wriggle free, his nails scratching you hotly. "I'm done. I can't make you happy and I'm tired of trying." 

You get out and swing the door shut. You grip the strap of your purse, still hooked over your shoulder, and turn on your heel. You click down the sidewalk as he revs and jolts forward, following you. 

"Babe, get back in the car," he calls through the window. 

You ignore him and stomp on, nearly bending your ankle as you do. 

"Stop PMSing and get in the damn car!" He speeds up, almost driving past you, "don't make me tell you again." 

You keep quiet and march on. His brakes scrape to a halt and the car door opens and closes. You hear him behind you. You speed up to evade him. 

"You always gotta make everything a fucking task--" 

He grabs onto your purse and yanks you back, nearly knocking you on your ass. You cry out and face him, tugging on the bag as you play tug-of-war on the sidewalk. The sudden woop startles both of you and the purse drops to the ground.  

You look over as the cruiser pulls up. You know the car number and the face above the wheel. The same on that patrols the suburb. The HOA buys Sheriff Bodecker a special Christmas turkey every year and several other throughout to mark even the most redundant holidays. He's firmly in the pocket of the Stepford robots. 

"Everything okay over here?" Bodecker drawls as he rolls down his window.  

"Yes," Brock answers in tandem with your "no." 

Your husband sighs, "just a marital spat, sir, you know how it is." 

You grimace and shake your head. You pick up the purse as Brock looms close, "nothing to worry about Sheriff," you stand and swoop the bag over your elbow. "Thanks." 

"Babe," Brock says, "let's go home." 

"No," you retort and turn around, continuing on your way. 

You hear a footstep and another wail of the cruiser's siren, "sir, I'm gonna have to ask you not to follow the lady. She said no. She probably just needs to cool off." 

You shake your head and continue on. Brock's voice croaks but he can't summon words. He growls and backs off. 

As you continue down the block, tires slowly turn on the tarmac and you glance over at the sheriff keeps a light foot on the gas, "ma'am, you wanna get in? I'll take ya to the station to settle your mind." 

"It's fine, sheriff," you say, "thank you." 

"Now, miss, I don't mean to frighten you but I gotta," he insists, "I can't just drive off in case your husband decides to follow. I only wanna get you outta the way do he don't do anything dumb." 

"Sheriff, I--" you stop and your soles aches from the high arches of your shoes, "he wouldn't..." 

"Y'all were pretty heated back there," he says, "I'm not saying what would happen, but I'd feel better knowin' you're not wandering the streets alone." 

You chew your tongue and look back and forth. Brock watches from down the street, leaning on his car. You know he's just waiting for Bodecker to take off so he can do exactly what the policeman suggests. 

"Thank you, sir," you step towards the curb, "I appreciate that." 

"Anything for a good lady like yerself," he nods, "'fraid you're gonna have to ride piggy back though." 

He shifts into park and gets out. He opens the back door and you teeter at the edge of the pavement. You never pictured yourself in the back of a police car but it's preferable to the alternative. 

[sturniozo]

Dead Moon

Vampire! Chris x Reader au

Not Proof-read

Hey guys! I know I have two works in progress already, but it's that time of year where my autistic ass binges twilight 300 times in a month and I've been in love with the idea of Vampire Chris. So, tell me whether or not you guys like this and if I should continue this or scrap it! I'm trying to make it seem twilighty, but also be its own thing. So, some background. The vampire lore will be very very very similar to twilights in many aspects. I wanted them to be older than in twilight so I could include smut because let's face it, we're all horny sluts and would go crazy for Vampire Chris.

Enjoy my loves! Please give me your thoughts and feedback!

Part one

I never gave much thought into how I’d die. I always assumed it would be something normal, and far into my future. A car crash, cancer, old age. Surely not during my college years, and not by my own choice. 

August twenty third was my last day at home, living with my family. My mother helped me move the last of my boxes into my car, crying and hugging me goodbye. I was leaving for college, one that was a few states away. I loved home. I loved the smell of the wet grass and the sun that always shined. I’d miss Cali. 

I was moving to a state where the weather is always gloomy and terrible. No, not Alaska, but Maine. Gloomy and rainy, my least favorite weather. But I was accepted into the University of Maine on a full scholarship. I’d be able to study anthropology without putting my mother out of any money. She struggles enough, being a single mother with three kids. 

My two younger siblings, Carl and Rachel, are twins. They’re five years younger than me and spoiled in their own ways. Carl never listens to anything anyone says and just does whatever he pleases with no repercussions. The only tragedy he faces is his decline in grades. He’s a straight D student. And don’t get me started on Rachel. She’s a liar and a thief, and the reason I’m so happy to move across the country. I had to put a lock on my bedroom door to keep her out and stop her from stealing my things. 

I never bothered my mother with their antics, she has her plate full enough. With a full time and part time job, barely being home, she can just barely pay the bills in the house my father had left us with, one that put my mother in debt as he left as they were still paying off the loan. I got my own job, so I was able to afford things for school, like a prom dress or maybe just splurge on some makeup. I was able to buy my own car the year prior to my leaving. 

I hugged my mother tightly after we had finished loading all my things into my car. “I’ll call as soon as I get there.” I told her. 

“Maine has terrible weather,” My mother stated. “What if the plane can’t land and-.”

“Mom.” I cut her off. “I’ll be fine.” I hugged her tightly once more before turning to my siblings. Despite their faults, I still love my siblings. It’s not fully their fault, they were only 15 at this time. They were even younger when our father walked out. Almost too young to remember him at all. Our mother has been working overtime for the past five years, ever since the bank had sent a letter saying if she doesn't keep up with the agreed upon amount for the payments, they’ll foreclose the house. So my siblings haven’t gotten to have much of a relationship with either of our parents. 

“Come here shit heads.” I said to them and motioned them to come over and hug me. My brother doesn’t hesitate, wrapping his arms around me tightly. 

“I can’t wait to have my own room.” Rachel said as I hugged our brother. 

“Can you at least wait until I’m gone before you make plans to take over my room.”  laugh as Carl lets go of the hug. 

“I’m sorry but I’m 15 and still sharing a room with my twin brother. I’ve been waiting for this since you got a job two years ago. I was hoping you’d move away sooner.”

”Wow. Okay, well you don’t get a hug then.” I mumble as I turn away from her. I always wished for a good relationship with her. But she turned out to be just like all the girls in high school I tried so hard to stay away from. But nonetheless, I love her. And I know somewhere in that black lump of coal she insists is her heart of gold, I know she loves me too.

“Y/n, wait.” Rachel said. I turned around to see her with her head turned away from me, but her arms were held out to embrace me. 

I hugged her tightly. “I’ll miss you so much.” I mumbled to her. 

“I guess I’ll miss you too.” She huffed in response. 

I let go of the hug. I stepped back and looked over my family one last time before I left for college. I got into my car, buckled up my seatbelt, and started off for the airport, my family waving me goodbye in the rear view mirror. 

The plane ride was tiring. I tried to sleep so I’d have energy to unpack at my new apartment, but it was difficult. I had always had difficulty sleeping. Most nights I would have been lucky to get four or five hours of sleep. 

I left the baggage area with all my belongings, thanking god that nothing was lost. I only had a few bags, as I didn’t own much. Of course, then I had to go find my car at a moving lot within the next few days. So, it was all uber and taxis from here. 

It was over an hour ride from the airport to my new apartment. Well, it wasn’t quite an apartment. It was a house, one that me and three other students had to share. Four bedrooms, each with their own bathroom and closet, built specifically for students. Almost a dorm, but believe it or not, more affordable. Especially since three others would help pay rent. 

I got out of the uber, where I met the landlord of the house. He held a clipboard and envelope, standing at the front door talking with who I assume must have been another student. 

From what I had known, I would have been sharing the house with two other girls and one guy. The guy was called Alexander, but he preferred to be called Xan. He essentially had the entire basement of the house to himself. It had one bedroom, a bathroom, its own living space and sliding glass door at the back of the house, where the ground had indented down hill. But it was also where we would all do our laundry, so it wasn’t entirely private. 

The main floor had one bedroom and bathroom as well, along with the kitchen, dining, and main living area. That space was taken by one of the girls, Maya. She was kind, supportive, and for some reason terrified of stairs. 

Then there was the second floor. That’s where Natalie and I had our rooms. And that’s all that was up there. Two bedrooms and two bathrooms. 

The house was on a street of many like it, each housing students from the University of Maine. And each of them, as I at the time rightfully assumed, was owned by the same man and his sons. 

The owner stood at the entrance. I made my way to him to greet him. “Hello. I’m Y/n.” I said to him, holding my hand out for him to shake. 

He looked over his clipboard before nodding, and handed me a key. “This is your only key, don’t lose it, and don’t ask for another one to give away. Keys are for residents only.” He told me, not even looking up from his clipboard. I grabbed the key, and felt his cold fingers. So cold they made me shiver. Does the heat not work in this place? It’s still August and it shouldn’t have been this cold. 

And it wasn’t. It was warm out that day. So warm I didn’t question why he was standing in the shade. He was so pale, another thing I didn’t question. We were in Maine, one of the gloomiest states in the country. This was probably the one nice day I’d ever see in my whole four years I was going to spend there. 

“I see you have already gotten a job here in maine?” He said to me, “Not an on site school job then like a dishwasher or librarian?”

I shook my head. “No,” I said, “I’ll be working as a waitress at a Cafe not far from the school.” 

He shrugged me off, and looked back at his clipboard. “As long as rent is due on time and you’re still attending school, that's all I care about.” He said. 

I nodded, gripping onto my bags as I began to walk into the house. 

“Your room is on the second floor, the one on the right. You’ll have a nice sized closet and your own bathroom.” He said. “One of your house mates is already here, Maya. She might help you settle in.” The landlord turned to me as I held my bags in my hands. “My name is Jimmy, and if you have any concerns or questions feel free to contact me, or my sons Chris, Matt, or Nick by these numbers. We’ll get back to you by the next day.” He said as he handed me a slip of paper. “They will also be staying in a house down the street, they all attend the University of Maine as well.” Jimmy explained.

I nodded in response, and put the numbers in my pocket to make a mental note to put them in my phone later. “So is this a family business then?” I asked.

Jimmy lifted his head to look at me. He smiled softly, almost a smirk. “You could say our family has been providing homes to students for hundreds of years.”

My eyes widened in surprise. Hundreds of years? What housing could they have provided at the start? I shook my head and walked into the house. It was best not to dwell on the tiny details right now. I needed to get settled in. The next day I would start my new job, one that I thankfully got over an online interview. 

I was a waitress at a very popular restaurant in Cali. My old boss had helped me get this job, as he had let me put him down as a reference on my application. 

It didn’t take long for me to settle in. I walked up to my bedroom, opened the door on the right, and was greeted with a bland room, with only a bed with no bedsheets, and an ikea bed frame and dresser. Honestly, I was thankful for those furnishings, since I hadn’t brought my own. 

I placed my bags on my bed, and sat next to them. I kicked my shoes off and started to root through my suitcase full of my clothes. 

My clothes and shoes took up two suitcases and a bookbag, my makeup in a small makeup case the size of a hefty purse, and my essentials such as deodorant and a toothbrush and hairbrush and other things were in a smaller bag. Then there was my school things that were all in my computer bag. No, I didn’t have much. I took everything from home and brought it here, and well, the things I didn’t bring, now belong to my sister Rachel.

I unpacked my clothes and shoes, putting them away in the closet and dresser. Both were less than half full when I had finished. I had put my computer on the dresser, trying to make it into a make-shift desk. I’d get one of those later, once I had made some money. I set my makeup case on the dresser as well, and put all my essentials in the bathroom. 

I started to make a mental list of things I would need. Towels, wash-rags, mirror, desk, chair. The last thing I pulled out of my bag were my bedsheets. I made my bed up, finished unpacking. I had put my suitcases under the bed after. 

I checked the time on my phone. It only took me half an hour to finish this. I left my room to make my way downstairs, hoping to meet some of my house mates. 

Instead I’m met with a taller man, one I know could not be Xan as we had all made a group chat prior to moving in, to get to know each other and sort out who’s room will be who’s, and house rules. Within getting to know Xan, I knew that he was far, far, too short to be this man. Xan was 5’4. He had express his wish for us not to tease him when we all finally met.

This man wasn’t the tallest, but certainly taller than Xan. He was helping one of the house mates, one who I later learned was Maya, bring her things in. The man had dark colored hair, like a brunette, but in a way that you could tell he was blonde at a younger age, and his hair had just gotten darker with age. He didn’t look too much older than me either. Maybe just a year or two? 

He was holding Maya’s boxed dresser like it was nothing, carrying it to her room. He didn’t look like he had the muscle to carry it with such little ease, but he did. 

He wore a red jacket over a black shirt, and loose fitting black jeans. Such warm clothes for the weather we’re having. I thought it was odd at the time, but didn’t question it. I knew people in high school that wore the same hoodie everyday to school, no matter the weather. 

He passed me as I stood on the steps of the stairs, locking eyes with me. He had dark piercing blue eyes, and pale skin surrounding them. His eyes looked sunken, like he’d never slept in his life but still was refreshed for the day somehow. 

His face contorted into a grimace when he passed me. Was I really that repulsive to him? He turned his head away from me as he continued to help Maya bring her things into her room. 

Maya was more prepared than I was. Or at least she had more things. She did bring a desk and towels and a mirror and her own dresser and bed frame. She came fully prepared to the house. 

The more the day grew on the more I realized I was the least prepared person of the house mates. Xan had already set up before I had even got here. He was just in the basement doing his own thing and ignoring everybody, which I would soon learn is normal behavior for him. Natalie settled in last, but just after Maya had finished bringing all of her things in. The man had left after helping Natalie, not saying a word to me the whole time, as if he was avoiding me completely on purpose. 

It didn’t take long for me to realize that he was one of Jimmy’s sons. I didn’t know which one just yet, but after I saw him get into a car with Jimmy after helping Natalie settle in, it clicked in my brain. 

Jimmy had said his sons were living in a house down the street, and that they attend the college as well. I wondered if I’d see this guy again, whether in school or sometime else, and if he’d always avoid me like that.

Maya came running up to me as I walked down the stairs to make my way into the kitchen. “Y/n, right?” She said. 

“Yeah, that’s my name.” I muttered back in response. She followed me as I went into the kitchen for a snack. 

“How do you feel about a block party?” She asked me. “The whole block is throwing a party for the week before school starts.” She stated.

“The whole week?” I asked. 

“Well, the whole week nights. All the houses are open doors and I wondered if you would be okay with our house being involved?” She looked at me with puppy eyes. 

I opened the fridge door and pulled out my bologna lunchable. I loved those snack lunches, when I still could eat food. “What did Natalie and Xan say?” I asked.

“Nat’s all in, she loves a party.” Maya exclaimed happily. “And Xan’s fine with it as long as the basement door is locked and no one disturbs him.” She looked down with a slight smile. I should have guessed then that Maya had a small crush on Xan, but at that time I was too wrapped up in myself to notice anything significant. 

“Okay, I’m in.” I said. 

Maya looked up with bright eyes. “Really?” She smiled big.

“Only if I can have the same rule as Xan.” I said. “I’ll lock my bedroom door and not be disturbed.” I crossed my arms, lunchable still in hand. 

Maya’s smile faltered slightly, but she still seemed happy and content with my answer. “Okay, deal!” She said with a smile. She left the kitchen, meeting Natalie in the living room, and told her the ���good news.’ They both squealed in excitement and started planning decorations and themes. 

I took a deep breath and made my way back up the stairs and to my bedroom. Night parties for a whole week before school starts. I always hated parties. I never had close enough friends to go to them with. Even at high school events and dances I didn’t attend, I hated the thought of everyone seeing me in my loneliness. 

I sat on my bed and started on my lunchable. I opened my computer to put on a show to watch while I ate my snack. 

Hours passed, the sun had gone down. I was laying on my bed half asleep, trying to pay attention to my show but failing. I had almost drifted off to sleep when I heard footsteps and voices and music begin downstairs. I guess the party had started already. Figures, the one time I might sleep I get interrupted. 

I sat up in my bed, continuing on with my show. I made it through two episodes before feeling the need to stretch my legs. It wasn’t too late at night, only around eleven. I walked over to my window to give my legs a little bit of exercise, and looked upon the street. 

My eyes got caught in the stare of the man that helped Maya earlier today. He was standing on the street with a cup in hand, along with two guys that looked very, very similar to him. I was right to assume that those were his brothers. 

It didn’t surprise me that they would attend these block parties, with their family owning the houses on the block. It did startle me that as soon as I looked out my window, he was already looking at me. 

I felt a chill go down my spine. My hair stood on end as my lip quivered. The man’s brothers paid no attention to me, conversing with each other and presumably with the man who paid little to no attention to them. 

I took a step back and closed the blinds of my window, shuddering at the moment that passed. I walk back to my bed when there's a knock on my door. I looked up in confusion. I was sure no one would bother me, as Maya and Natalie blocked off the whole staircase. Only the main floor was accessible to the guests. 

I walked over and opened my door, and to my surprise, it was him. How did he get here so fast? Not ten seconds ago I saw him on the street outside the house, and now he’s at my bedroom door. 

“Who are you?” He asked me in a gruff tone. 

I paused for a second, confused about the question and what was going on. “What?” I managed to say. 

“Who are you?” He asked again. “What are you doing here?” He added. 

“I’m Y/n, I’m attending the University of Maine.” I said. “Who are you?” I added.

“Chris.” He said. “My family owns these houses.” 

I nodded in response. I had so many more questions. How did he get to my door so fast? Why did he glare at me earlier today? Why has he taken such an interest in me? Why was he staring at me from the street?

He stared at me for a moment. Glaring like he did earlier. He seemed disgusted and intrigued with me. Like I was a gross thing he wanted to figure out. 

I took a step back, uncomfortable with the situation. Chris seemed to take this as an invitation and swiftly entered my bedroom. 

He looked around, seeing the barren room. The soft blue bed sheets, ikea furniture that came in the room already. He looked back at me with the same confused look he always has on his face when he looks at me. 

“Why are you looking at me like that?” I asked. 

“Like what?” He said, looking away from me. 

“You know what I mean. You made that face when you saw me earlier today too. Like I sink or something.”

Chris scoffed. “Maybe you do.” He said with a smirk. 

My face reddened with embarrassment. I looked down and sniffed my shirt. Maybe I’m blind to my own smell, I thought. I smelled no different than usual, like fresh laundry and lavender body wash. 

I looked back up at Chris, who was watching me intently. I had grown more uncomfortable with the situation. 

“Can I ask you to leave?” I said. 

Chris shrugged. “You can.” He walked to the door and looked back at me. His eyes roamed up and down my whole body, causing me to shudder again. He made the confused and disgusted face once again before leaving. 

I shook off the discomfort before I sat back down on my bed. God I hope I don’t have to deal with that guy often.

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[bloodybreakupscene]

I had sent a request like yesterday- and AAA IM SO HAPPY TO SEE IT DONE ALREADY!! IT WAS SO CUTE >^<

I had another idea, cause my brain has been absolutely filled with different thoughts! Once again, earth 1610! Miles morales- but this time with a very well off partner who tends to spoil him alot. Like gift after gift, as soon as Miles is saying he likes or wants something- they're getting it for him!!

It's just something they really enjoy doing and they love seeing the smiles they get from Miles when he sees the gifts!!

-> 𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐇.

miles morales x reader

-> u like to buy ur cutie patootie bf miles expensive gifts and he's like aw :(

-> btw guys i do other characters LOL i kinda wanna try writing for hobie!! i've been trying to research british slang but i can't stop laughing (it's the AMERICAN 🤓🇺🇲🔥🔫 in me i swear)

you and your boyfriend miles were walking along the streets of brooklyn, occasionally stopping for snacks or to observe the stores placed amongst each other. you held his hand and he held yours. this was just another after school thing you two would do.

". . . and when i walked in he was wearing my shoes! like what the hell man." miles ranted, slightly shifting the story because if he told you what actually happened he'd reveal his identity as spiderman, and that wasn't a path he wanted to go down just yet.

"pfft, that's funny. you know, if it bothers you so much i could just buy you another pair of shoes." you reply, nonchalantly.

"huh? no way! that's your money, besides, you already bought me enough stuff."

"i gifted you stuff," you corrected, before joking once more, "you deserve it anyway! i mean, c'mon miles be grateful."

"i am grateful! i just feel bad, you know, they're all so expensive." he defends.

"name ONE gift that was expensive."

"the ohuhu marker set!"

it was miles' birthday and you were at his dorm for a small celebration, just the two of you [ ganke left because he didn't wanna third-wheel. ] so, you two were just sitting on the floor as he opened the carefully wrapped gift.

"so, how's being fifteen so far?" you make small talk, while a pit of happiness boils inside of you as you can't wait for his reaction to the gift you got him.

"totally fun. can't wait to do adult stuff." he laughs, and just as he finishes his sentence he sees a black bag with markers in them, specifically 216 markers. it was a set that cost roughly $170.00.

"oh my god!" he stands up, that's the reaction hoped for, "these are so cool." he rushes to pull you up, kissing you on your lips, holding a side of your face with his hand.

"how much were they?"

"don't worry! it's your birthday you deserve it." you pull him into your arms, embracing him.

"i looked it up when you left and they were almost $200!"

"you're worth more than $200 miles."

"aw," he leans his head on your shoulder as you both continue to walk down the street. "wait! what about that other time, when you got me a camera.”

it was summer time, you and miles walked into a random electronics store. as you both observed the different assortments of cameras, miles picked one of them up, a small, old digicam.

"my uncle used to have one of these." he says, as he moves the camera around in his hand to look at the many details on the camcorder. over the few months you've been dating, you noticed the admiration he had for his uncle, he even mentioned going down under the subway tracks to graffiti on the walls.

"do you wanna get it?"

"nah, it's $40. let's go get lunch, i'm starving."

"wait! but you like it right? i could get it for you, if you want."

"what! no way, i should be the one spoiling you." he wraps his arm around your waist.

you both eventually walked out the store, but later, for christmas that year, you gave it him as an early gift. miles felt like crying, not a sad cry, more like, 'i've never felt more appreciated in my life i love you so much' kind of cry. he couldn't stop hugging and kissing you that day.

"the camera was a gift for both of us." you rolled your eyes, "i just gave it to you to hold, indefinitely!"

miles gives you a look, "whatever, you know i'd love anything you give me, regardless of price."

[thewonandonly]

20:42 — what brings you here all of a sudden? crash into a world so still, chill kill enters like thunder, that thrill be makin' my mind ill. | chill kill by red velvet

the wet squelching of the rug under your feet was enough to make you cringe and give you chills, even more than the water that dripped from your dress down your skin. you walked at a painstakingly slow pace that could only be compared to stephen king's carrie. a shiver rolled down your spine as you walked down the hallway to where your boyfriend laid on the couch in the hotel room with a book in his hand.

a little context might work. it was 8 at night. there was a pool. you didn't have a swimsuit, so you didn't jump in. your boyfriend, who now laid dry on the couch, prim and proper, dry as the sahara desert, pushed you in. then left you there.

you weren't mad at him for pushing you in and ditching you. no, that was just a normal prank for the both of you. you would've done the exact same.

no, you were mad he ruined your dress. the 285 dollar dress you've been waiting months for, that you saved up money for.

as you stood there like a horror character from a movie, doyoung's head laid back on his arm, placing his finger in between the book pages, covering his mouth as he stifled a laugh, "what happened?" he teased.

another shiver and you grit your teeth at him, "my dress..."

doyoung chuckled, "yeah?" he glanced at you up and down, "probably shouldn't have pushed you into the pool while you were wearing white." he dog-eared the page of the book, sitting up on the couch.

you walked around the couch to stare at him, the water echoing between the two of you as you stood still, droplets hitting the floor, spreading your arms, "give me a hug." you whispered, demanding the hug, not even bothering to ask.

doyoung jumped up, holding his hand out, "no, no, i think i'm okay."

"come on, doyo, give me a hug."

doyoung made his way around the couch, staring at you as you chased him. "come on, yn, you wouldn't want my nice shirt to — oh, okay, there it is."

you were able to catch him, hugging him tightly with the wet fabric draped over your body. you mischievously chuckled as he groaned at the feeling of the chlorinated pool water seep into his own clothes.

"ah... so warm." you pulled away, smiling as you saw the front of his shirt turning a dark grey, "you got a little something there." you teased.

doyoung matched your look, pecking your lips softly, "i have a wonderful idea on how to warm up." he smiled, his hands lingering on your hips.

you rolled your eyes, "is this your way of apologizing about my dress?"

"maybe." doyoung chuckled.

maybe you could forgive him for his destroying of your dress, even if it wasn't by buying you another.

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[fnfandpicosschoolimagines]

Heeyyyy it's me (ʘᴗʘ✿) I'd like to request for... Hanzo x (Gender Neutral) Reader.

Prompt: He went thru all the trouble to buy his lover a boquet of flowers for their bday. Running into small inconveniences, sustaining scratches n bruises, etc... Only for him to perform his grand entrance paired with the most cheesiest line. Ever.

Reader might gently slap him on the face but stopped as soon as they remembered what he went thru (physically, lol). Reader tends to his wounds n left it off with a sweet kiss :)))

... Pretty pls? HEHE have fun w dis one!!!!

★ Authors Note: hehehe 😝 ★

A bouquet for the lovely Y/N

♥︎ Hanzou x Gender Neutral!Reader ♥︎

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Today was it, the special day, well, YOUR special day to be exact. And Hanzou had the peferct idea of how to celebrate it, if only if went as smoothly as he hoped..

Walking through the bustling streets of Philadelphia, Hanzou was greeted with the warm autumn air which brushed by his hair. His eyes closed, enjoying the satisfying crunch of leaves under his shoes. Hanzou sighed, his eyes opening with the sight of crowds of flowers in front of him.

His eyes narrowed as he scanned the stunning bouquets, the soft texture of roses calling his name. Cliché, but it worked!

Finalising his decision, Hanzou walked through the entrance of the flower shop, the calming aroma of flowers practically dragging him inside as he stopped infront of the cashier, who smiled back at the boy.

"Well hello there lovely! Welcome to my shop!" The old lady chuckled as Hanzou waved back.

Blinking, Hanzou quickly walked over to the bouquet of roses, carrying it back over to the old lady.

"How much is this, ma'am?" He asked, showing the bouquet, which the woman took out of his hands to examine.

"Mmm.. £9.99 sonny." The woman said, before smiling again. "Would you like to purchase it?"

"£9.99?!" He nearly screamed before calming himself down, taking out the money, sighing as he felt slide from his hands. But it was worth it, for you of course, it always was.

Smiling brightly, Hanzou jumped up to take the bouquet, smiling. "Thanks! You have a nice day, kay?"

The woman chuckled at the boys antics as he rushed through doors and out into the street, the sun illuminating his grinning face. His shoes hot against the hard rock of the floor as he sprinted through the crowd along the sidewalk.

Sounds like everything's going swell, isn't it? Well, no (lmao).

Hanzou's trembling and bruised slammed against the unforgiving pavement, the remaints of his sword landing elsewhere. Shadows loomed over his limp frame, villainous laughter filling the now dark streets.

"Wow! Thought the "Goth Punks" where supposed to be all mighty and dangerous, eh?" The figure chuckled, grabbing Hanzou by his scalp, "You, little boy, are nothing buta weak punk."

Tightening his grip, the figures face hardened. "Now," he growled. "Are you gonna tell where that red haired girl is hiding or am I gonna have to beat it outta ya?"

Yet all the figure got was blood coughed on his shirt, Hanzou's hazy eyes staring up at him. His eyes narrowed, it was getting dark. God forbid you were all worried and bothered about him, that would break his heart.

Glancing at the fallen boquet, his fists clenched, more blood seeping from the wounds. He had to get back to you.

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He wasn't picking up, he never did that, even with the 7 calls yo had sent you were left empty handed. Running a hand through your scalp, your breath hitched as the gruesome possible scenarios filled your head.

You knew about the dangerous activities Hanzou would get up to, it was basically his job. But your heart tightening at the thought of his death resulting from the damn job.

Your eyes fluttered shut as your body trembled, falling to your knees, staring at the phone. One more time. The dialing tone rung throughout the bedroom, vision blurring as it came to a stop. No answer. Was he...?

"Y/N!!!! I'M BACK!!" A weak shout got your attention, your body sprining up in response.

"H..anzou?" You whispered, practically falling down the stairs as you jumped into his arms, your eyes widening as you hands were now soaked in blood. His blood.

You looked up at his dark eyes, a tired giggle escaping his covered mouth, before presenting you with a bouquet of roses. Soaking wet, dirty, roses, which notherless shone before you.

He got down on one knee, pulling out his arm to give the bouquet to you.

In a weak yet goofy voice, he said "Y'know Y/N, are you a vacuum, what do you do for a living?~" He asked with a raised brow.

You stared at him, processing the comment, laughing at his antics, lightly slapping his cheek.

"Oh get up!" You jeered. "That doesn't even make sense!"

Taking the bouquet, your eyes scanned Hanzou's brusied frame, he was practically shaking.

"Lemme patch you up." You mumbled, heading upstairs with Hanzou limping behind you.

♥︎

Hanzou's mask lay on the bedsheets, his head buried in your neck, breathing gently as you applied a bandage to his skin. Seeing his tired eyes, you frowned, kissing the bandaged wound, a giggle coming from Hanzou.

You rubbed his forehead, applying the last bandage as he wrapped his hand around your waist.

"Happy..Birthday.." He breathed out, voice even weaker than before.

You kissed his forehead, smiling at his sleeping state.

"Thank you."

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[percybeloved]

"One more year"

Otis Milburn x M! Reader

Contains: Just pure fluff. It does consist of M/N having a abusive mother. This whole thing was based off of a old fanfic I had wrote like 2 yrs ago

Otis's point of view but begins in a 3rd POV

Unedited

Requests Open!

Otis forgot his number. "Damn it, M/N." he thought "The one time I actually need you and you aren't able to contact me" "What is it?" Victoria looked down at her watch. "Its 9:03. Go on and leave" She grumbled and rolled her eyes before stomping off to the bathroom, leaving him in her room alone. Otis decided that there was no use behind texting M/N.

Victoria Jones, one of his clients. She despised him but her mom got him to do this because.... Otis forgot why. But he atleast had enough money for a gift that he'd been saving up for.

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I grabbed my things and ended up walking home instead of waiting for someone to come by and get me. As soon as I got home, I put my stuff aside and almost flopped down on my bed. Before I could, I saw a tuff of h/c hair peaking from under my comforter. A small smile appeared on my face.

"M/N?" I say softly, shaking him a bit I move the comforter from his face slightly to reveal beautiful e/c eyes. "Hi, N/N" One of my bestfriends. He was truly gorgeous. But there was a purplish mark on his left eye. "Another fight with her?" He didn't respond. Instead, he nodded. "What're you wearing?" He clenches the comforter tighter. I pull it down slightly to see the shirt had blood on its collar. "I'll be back, okay??" He sat up and looked at me still silent.

I come back with a white shirt and some old boxers of his and pass it to M/N. "Thanks, Otis" "Are you ok?" I look at him and sigh. He sits back on the bed and apologizes. "I'm sorry, You're the only person I could've came to. I won't be a bother in a bit" I take the warm, wet rag and lifted his shirt up. There was dried blood on his chest and neck so I quickly wiped it off for him. "You aren't a bother, o-ok? You can stay" I stuttered out.

He was ready to argue with me about it but I quickly walked away to throw his blood stained clothes and rag in my laundry bin. A silence fell upon us. The 2nd one I've been in today. But this was different. It was comfortable. I quickly threw on my pajamas as I scooted into bed with him. A arm was flung over my body.

Sunday Morning

"Im Back, Jean!" I hear from my room. I hadn't invited anyone over so it must've been for my mum. I moved slightly and was met with M/N being awake too. I felt him bring a hand up and place it on the back of my neck. He rubbed softy. I had no idea what was going on but it was nice. It was really nice.

"I know you were with Victoria, Otis" He said softly, his voice still kinda deep. "How?" He scooted down further in the bed, laying his head on my chest. "Perfume. I could smell her perfume. But enough of her. Lets stay like this, please?" M/N held my waist softly. A small “okay” was all I could muster before sinking into his touch.

This is nice. This is very nice. I ran my hand on his arm that was littered in scars. Most were from her, his mother. Others were either from childhood accidents or from sports. Sometimes, I truly wonder if we can be together forever.

Well. Only one way to find out. "M/N?" A small hum came from him as he looked at me. "Can I hold you?" With a small smile, he mutters a yes before leaning into my body. A wrap my arms around him before kissing him right under his eye. "Lets get a place somewhere"

M/N's eyes fluttered a bit before he finally said something. "Okay, after grade 12, lets do it. Just me, you, and a apartment or something" After that day, me and M/N started to work more. I made money from my sessions aswell as tutoring a few kids after class. M/N picked up a job at a local restaurant. After about a year, we had enough money to buy a place. During said year, Dad pitched in and lended us some (pity) money. Mom did the same thing too.

We only had one more year. One more year untill M/N would be safe with me holding him every single day.

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Authors Note-

Sorry for being gone on and off!! I’ve been trying to make cash but I’ll make sure to try to get requests out over the next couple weeks!!! Please commission me for art or bigger fan-fiction projects :33

[kzpearce]

i like you more this way. xiao x reader

after disappearing for a few days, i'm finally back again! i'm finally back <3 i hope this is okay since i haven't written for so long and i'm not confident how this went. thank you everyone for reading my one-shots >3

i wrote this because it was requested! so here are some disclaimers and a must-know before reading: the reader was abandoned. gender neutral. and they have a mask of xiao.

YOUR LIPS GRINNED, but you were sure that he didn’t notice it. How could he notice it when your face was hiding beneath his mask?

“You’re wearing my mask again,” Xiao’s voice was softer than when you first met him. He’s staring at you as if he’s trying to decipher your expression underneath his mask.

“It’s not yours, it’s mine.” You rolled your eyes, didn’t bother to remove your mask on your face.

“The idea of the mask is mine, mortal,” there he was again, using his signature name for you. Xiao scoffed, yet he never removed his eyes on you.

There was something in his eyes sparkling at the sight of you. The people may consider him as an Adeptus who hated communicating with humans or a human near his presence. Yet you’re here, talking to him as if he wasn’t an Adeptus.

You’re different, after all. Perhaps, pushing yourself in his presence (even though he may or may not like your presence), made himself quit from pushing you out of his life (he can’t leave too because he would be lying if he didn’t enjoy having you around).

“That’s because your fans adored you and created a mask so that everyone will know the Conqueror of Demons.” You chuckled, finally moving your mask away from your face.

His eyes were glued to you, and you can see his eyes lit up after showing an expression. Xiao was so used to your noise but he still found himself fond of your laughs. He found them adorable and pretty.

Yet Xiao looked away.

“Don’t worry. I’m a fan of the Conqueror of Demons too, that’s why I made sure to work hard so that I’ll get enough money to buy your mask too, Xiao.” Your lips curved into a sweet smile.

Your mind flashed back at the time where Xiao first saved you after you were left somewhere on the road. It was a terrifying memory, and you had nothing with you but yourself.

It didn’t take long when you found out that numerous hilichurls were going after you. You were helpless. You never had a vision once in your life. The feeling of death was near, and you couldn’t help but give up, letting them conquer you mercilessly.

Of course, it wouldn’t be a surprise that you were saved by Xiao after all. It was around the Guili plains, and he could see you helplessly crying for help. He stopped them before they even touched you. Your little you was mesmerized, and you wanted to express your gratitude to him.

“This was where I saw you on that day,” You remembered him taking you to the top of the Wangshu Inn — allowing you to see the wonderful view of Guili Plains. “You were there,” he pointed to your north, “Far from there, actually.”

Your eyes widened, surprised. “You saw me there? I know where you are pointing to — because I was there — but how did you manage to see me from here?”

“It was your cries,” he answered, staring where you were. “It was a painful cry. A cry I’ve heard familiarly before.”

That was the time where you got so interested to be with Xiao more. You were glad that he found you, and he continued to rescue you at the times where you needed him the most (even if you’re far from the Guili Plains). You were amazed at the fate where you had decided to stay in the Wangshu Inn, finding the Adeptus Xiao you were looking for.

“Are you okay?” Xiao asked with worriedness in his tone. “You’ve spaced out.”

You shook your head. “Nothing much. I just remembered how time flies.”

His eyebrows furrowed at your comment, yet he suddenly knew what you were talking about.

“Come here,” he demanded, gesturing to you to come beside him. You followed without second thoughts, yet you’re admittedly confused.

You sat beside him, awaiting what he would do.

“Why?” Your eyes met his deep amber orbs.

He suddenly averted his gaze. He must have been waiting for something, and he was flustered to admit it. You skimmed at him, looking suspiciously as you were somehow aware of his actions.

“Um,” Xiao paused. “Do you..”

He stopped. It was embarrassing to suddenly tell it, truthfully. However, you knew he wanted to do something. You had been with Xiao for years, and you knew how to handle him already.

You laughed. “If you wanted to comfort me, you can just hugged me already,”

His plump cheeks reddened at your remark. This proved that your assumptions were correct. However, you didn’t expect him to suddenly feel his arms wrapped around you (because it was you who usually moves after you bluntly confessed what he wanted to confess).

Your lips cheekily grinned at his gesture, accepting his hug as you wrapped your arms around his torso. “Aw Xiao, you’re sweeter now, did you know that?”

He snorted at your tease, yet he didn’t let it go.

“It’s okay,” you chuckled, hugging him tightly. “I like you more this way — just not used to it.”

You felt his lips on the top of your head, catching you off guard. Your eyes expanded, glancing at him. “That was you kissing my head?”

Xiao didn’t respond, but his sight remained on you. His eyes softened, enjoying the sight hugging you under him. His heart continued to race, adoring your face.

“Yup,” you giggled. “I like you more this way.”

[the-obnoxious-sibling]

in which buggy only ever overthinks or refuses to think—no middle sliders—to galdino's great frustration.

part... three? five? six? part three of the post-marineford portion of this story, anyway. (1, 2) if you have no idea what i'm talking about but would like to read a shanks/buggy story about kissing in disguise and then having to deal with the emotional fallout of doing that, click on this link, that's the tag for the whole thing in chronological order. (plus some complaining about writing, and one inspirational improvised musical number) if you do know what i'm talking about: the not-date doesn't begin until next time, sorry! buggy needed a few shanks-less scenes first.

Later, Buggy wouldn’t be able to recall anything that happened the rest of the day with meaningful detail.  He’d escaped from the mess and found the men eager to ask him more about his days on Roger’s crew—and he probably answered their questions?  Watched the crew of the Red Force go through the motions of navigating to an island and coming into dock?  Found himself a spot up and out of the way when it came time for the officers to disembark and start arranging for the resupply?  However it happened, he ended up in the rigging sometime that afternoon and once again stayed there until dark, staring out to sea and doing his best to think about nothing in particular.

He didn’t see Shanks once.  Buggy would have remembered that.  His whole head felt filled with cotton, but he had a feeling one glimpse of his specific shade of red would have turned that cotton to so much ash (and possibly set the rest of him on fire while he was at it).

A whole day alone with Shanks.

No need to wonder when that had last happened—that was the day Roger died.  Unless you counted Roger’s presence from way up on the execution platform against the descriptor “alone,” which Buggy didn’t.  He hadn’t exactly been able to sit down and talk with them that day.  Buggy wasn’t even sure, thinking back, if Roger had seen them in the crowd.  At the time he’d been convinced Roger was speaking to Shanks directly, conveying his final wishes in his last words, but that was absurd.  The square had been absolutely packed with people, and neither of them had been quite tall enough at that age to stand out, even with Shanks wearing that straw-yellow hat of his.

Anyway.  A bad day, to say the least.  And there weren’t many good ones leading up to it.  Crocus, the two of them, and a few others had decided to go east from Water 7, and pooled their money to buy a small boat for the trip.  Along the way everyone found an island they liked enough to live on, or at least to visit for an extended time, except for the two of them.  It hadn’t seemed to matter much, until they left Crocus at the mountain where they’d first met him and Buggy and Shanks had suddenly been alone.  Two boys on a boat that could comfortably hold eight.

Buggy, terrified of what would happen if someone with a grudge against Roger recognized them, had demanded (well, begged, but with a lot of cursing and threats involved) Shanks get them out of the Grand Line and into one of seas big name pirates didn’t bother with.  Looking back, Shanks had not been very confident in his ability to get a Sea King to tow their ship across the Calm Belt, but he’d managed it, and they spent a little time sailing the East Blue without a destination in mind.  Those days hadn’t been so bad.  A little dull, maybe, after being on the Grand Line so long, but Buggy had been happy to be bored.

Then, all too soon, the news had broke, and they sold the boat and raced to Roguetown.

Now those were stressful days.  Being so very aware of how little money they had, and how fast it was disappearing into the hands of Roguetown’s restaurateurs and hostel managers… but it wasn’t like they could leave, not when Roger was going to be there in a matter of days, come home to die.

So Buggy had fallen back on old pickpocket habits, and Shanks had offered himself up as bit of a sideshow, doing sword tricks on the street and having people place bets on whether he could beat them in a fight.  He’d fight a man one-handed, blindfolded, whatever got passersby to bet more.  It made him a little miserable, especially when people got mad they’d lost to a kid and tried to refuse to pay up, but what else could they do?  They were fifteen, and they didn’t have a lot of legally marketable skills.

There must have been good days, though.  Days they’d spent together without any stress or fear hanging over their heads… days when they had enough money to get a room with real beds, and slept with the certainty that they could afford to keep the room beyond the one night.  Days like that must have happened, but Buggy couldn’t think of any now.

Which meant he had no frame of reference for what tomorrow would be like.  He was going in totally blind.  And that look on Shanks’ face, that undeniably affectionate look… what the hell did that mean?

You’re overthinking this, a part of Buggy that had begun to sound a bit like Galdino said.  He looks at you like he likes you because he likes you.

But that was stupid.  Who liked Buggy?  The former prisoners admired him, sure—because they thought he was powerful.  So had the Buggy Pirates, and in East Blue it had even been true.  Alvida allied herself with him because of their common interests, and when they turned out to work well together it was simply convenient to continue to do so.  People associated with Buggy because he was useful to them, not because he was nice, or likable, or anything like that.

Well.  There were some people in this world who would be friendly to you regardless of your utility—but that didn’t make Shanks’ behavior make any more sense!  Buggy wasn’t a stranger to him the way he’d been to Ace.  Shanks knew him, all his worst behaviors and selfish, greedy impulses.  He was nothing like the kind of pirate Shanks was, and even less like the kind of pirate Shanks admired.  So what was there about Buggy for Shanks to like?

…maybe it was just a physical thing.  Shanks had once kissed a red nose-less Buggy, so he felt safe assuming there was something about his body that attracted Shanks.  Enough that Shanks wanted him even with the nose?

Buggy floated his way back to the room he was sharing with Galdino.  The mirror was still there, sitting on the bedside table.  He used it to inspect himself, head to toe, trying to look at his body with an objective eye.

Galdino came in while he was trying to get a good angle on his back and backside without chop-chopping himself.  “There you are,” he said, with a scolding undertone Silvers Rayleigh had often taken with Buggy, as if he was a student falling short of expectations no one had bothered to tell him about.  “Dinner’s being served in ten, and I hear it’s either fish the crew caught on our way into port or Sea King loin.”

Buggy made a face.  He was so tired of eating Sea King.  Every meal in Impel Down had involved the stuff, since it was easy for the guards to get their hands on during the Blue Gorillas’ daily swim.  All the briny, fishy stink of the ocean, but with a tough and gamy flesh when left uncured, truly the worst of both worlds.  And of course Blue Gorillas were no chefs, so the meat had always been served unseasoned and overcooked.

“Yeah,” Galdino said, “so we’d better get there fast.”  He took in Buggy’s posture and frowned.  “What are you doing?”

“I—” Buggy thought about trying to explain himself, but as ever Shanks was beyond explanation.  But Galdino would be a more objective judge, and it wasn’t like he didn’t already know—he’d been the one to put the idea in Buggy’s head in the first place!  Having to ask was so embarrassing, though.  Grimacing, Buggy asked, “Am I attractive?”

Galdino stared silently at Buggy for a long moment.

Face hot, Buggy gritted out, “Don’t make me repeat myself.”

“Oh, no, of course not!  I just—” Galdino ran a hand over his face, wiping away a thin layer of wax.  “Isn’t it kind of late in the honeypot process for you to be worrying about something like that?”

Buggy squinted.  “The honeywhat process?”

“The.”  Galdino paused.  He looked very closely at Buggy, who flushed a little under such scrutiny.  Galdino pressed his hands together like someone about to start praying, took a deep breath, and let it out very slowly.  “Okay.  Let me tell you what I thought was happening, and then you can tell me what you think.”

Hm.  Ominous.  Buggy nodded agreement.

“Okay.”  Galdino gestured between himself and Buggy with his folded hands.  “Yesterday, I told you Red-Haired Shanks was interested in you, and warned you to not be so obvious about rejecting him, for all our sakes.  This morning, you spent breakfast together, behaving in a way I’ve heard described as friendly, companionable, and ‘weirdly nice, for that guy.’  This culminated in you… asking to spend the day with him tomorrow?”  Galdino gave Buggy a wide-eyed, nervous look.  “Have I gotten anything wrong so far?”

“No…?”

“Great.  So.  I take it by your confusion that this was not an attempt to take my advice a little too far in the other direction and get Red-Haired Shanks to do us some kind of favor in exchange for your affections?”

Buggy blinked.  “What?!”

“Yes, clearly not,” Galdino muttered to himself.  Pinching the bridge of his nose, he said, “But then what are you doing, encouraging him like this?”

“I’m not encouraging—it’s Shanks!”  When this did not seem to explain anything to Galdino, Buggy threw his hands out, searching for words.  “He’s not—I wouldn’t have to put myself on display like a carnival prize to get something from him, he’d just give it to me!  He’d give just about anything to just about anyone, that’s the kind of guy he is.”

“And you… don’t want anything from him,” Galdino concluded, eyes narrowed.

Buggy rolled his eyes.  “I mean, I wouldn’t say no to all the treasure hidden away on this ship, but even if Shanks was willing to give it to me I’m pretty sure he’d get outvoted by the rest of his crew.  He’s already given us safe passage.  He won’t rescind that offer.  What else is there?”

“…right.” Galdino stared at Buggy, expression calculating.  “Then why are you spending the day with him?”

“Do you have to say it like that?”  He made it sound so… suggestive, like two people couldn’t spend time together without it being inherently risqué. (Of course, Buggy had just been wondering whether Shanks was—he viciously shoved that thought down.  Not the time!) “Galdino, I asked Shanks to meet privately tomorrow because I want to talk to him about stuff that I don’t need other people overhearing.  He’s the one who turned it into a full day thing.”

“And you didn’t argue against it!”  Galdino sighed, pinching at the bridge of his nose.  “This is what I meant when I said you were encouraging him.  You ask for an hour, he offers a day, and you agree to the day?  You should have held your ground.  If you had more than an hour of things to talk about, you would have asked for more time to begin with.  What else is he supposed to think you want to do with that additional time, but…?” Galdino raised his eyebrows suggestively.

Heat slowly rose in Buggy’s cheeks as this sunk in.  “We—we could just spend that time… catching up,” he said weakly.  “It’s been a long time since we’ve really seen each other.  More than twenty years, a lot’s happened.”  Including things that it seemed like Shanks might want to happen again.  Buggy’s hand went to his mouth unconsciously.

“A lot you want him knowing about?  The man—the Emperor—you yelled at right after he stopped a war dead in its tracks, and then saw no problem with bluntly asking him to take all of us on his ship five minutes later?  The man you seem to alternate between hissing at and laughing with whenever people see you together?”  Galdino rubbed at his temple.  “I just don’t understand what—” Galdino froze, staring at Buggy.  “Oh.”

Buggy blinked, dropping his hand.  “What?”

Galdino turned to stare into the middle distance.  “Okay,” he said faintly.  “I can work with this.”

“Work with what?” Buggy said, starting to get annoyed.

“Yeah,” Galdino said, nodding to himself with increasing enthusiasm.  “This will work.  I mean, if anyone else did it I’d call them insane, but in your case—well, how often can you be this certain going in?  You know he’s interested, and you’re going to be alone with him for a full day.  If you want him, you’ve basically got him.”

Huh. Buggy must have traded devil fruit powers with that Marco guy, because he'd just burst into flames but was somehow still alive.  “I—” he croaked out.  ”What?”

Galdino’s eyes narrowed. “…you do want him, right?”

Nothing but static between his ears, Buggy threw open the door to their room.  “Hey, didn’t you say dinner was happening soon?  We should go!  I am so sick of Sea King, you have no idea—”

“Buggy!”

Buggy jogged down the stairs, wondering aloud how Lucky Roux might have prepared the fish his crew had caught—braised? roasted?  So many delicious possibilities!

Sticking his head out the door after Buggy, Galdino called out, “Do you even know what you want?”  He let out an exasperated sound when Buggy picked up his pace and started waxing rhapsodic about fried fish still hot from the oil.

It would’ve been nice if Buggy could forget that conversation along with the rest of the day, but no luck.  Long after Galdino fell asleep, an anticipatory pair of wax plugs in his ears, Buggy laid awake with those words running through his head.  Lined up next to the other things he’d said about Shanks, it sounded pretty damning.

They all say the two of you got up close and personal, and Red-Hair’s been red-faced ever since.

Fact is he’s an Emperor.  One who’s taken an interest in you.

If you want him, you’ve basically got him.

…you do want him, right?

Buggy muffled a frustrated groan into his pillow.

At least dinner had been delicious: perfectly fried whitefish in a delicate batter that tore at the slightest hint of pressure, letting steaming-hot juices burst free and burn your tongue, served with fried potatoes and vinegar and a creamy sour pickle sauce.  Messy, but well worth getting to the kitchen early for.

That showing up early meant he didn’t run into any of the still-busy senior officers of the Red Force… well, that was just good luck.

“‘Getting ahead in life requires either good luck or good planning, and Buggy, you’re not much of a planner.’”  Buggy grumbled to himself.  “Shows what you know, Mr. Rayleigh… my luck’s not much to speak of either, yet here I am, getting ahead.”  And who knew?  Maybe tomorrow, he’d get—

Face burning, Buggy refused to complete the thought.

He also refused to consider the question that thought brought to mind: was that all he wanted from Shanks?

Or its corollary: was that all Shanks wanted from him?

[vernith]

Leviathan prompt. "I need a seat."

I've been having brainrots of him lately (he's my love) and i saw something in pinterest.. an idea strikes me.

CW; nothing, just.. Levi being an absolute simp for you. (A little blunt as well so.. a little OOC. this is also pretty self-indulgent..)

I TAKE IT BACK SHIT'S ACTUALLY OOC READ ON YOUR OWN RISK. (I'm bad at writing him but i still wanna write him because i love him and i'm selfish)

You and Levi are out on a date in one of the malls in the human realm. This is one of those rare occassion where the both of you agrees to go outside for something that is NOT an anime convention or some sort. (You bribed him)

So, you decided to treat your beloved otaku.

• "levi, what do you say to an all you can eat buffet?? It's on me."

he looked a little bewildered at first.

• "is that not too much for you? I can pay half-"

• "it's okay! Just save your money for upcoming figurines. I want to treat you today."

He smiled in defeat and sighed playfully. He knows how stubborn you can be at times.

• "fine then. Though next time, expect me to buy you something in return."

That's how the both of you ends up on a waitlist to an all-you-can-eat buffet for lunch.

Thirty minutes passed, and the line is still halfway done. What are those people even eating? The moment your turn arrives, you'd be dead.

Levi holds your hand the entire time in order to not get lost in the sea of people.

You sighed, clearly impatient as your brows furrows.

• "those people.. are eating a lot, are they?" You whispered to levi, a hint of annoyance in your voice.

He frowned, and nodded in defeat.

• "they have a lot of appetite for sure.. some of the greedy normies probably steal left overs too! Reminds me of someone.."

He remarked, also getting annoyed.

Getting enough of waiting, you walked off the line with his hand in yours. His face flashed a look of shock, but he doesn't let go nonetheless- instead, he tightened his hold on your hand.

Finally out of the sea of people to get a secluded area of the mall, you sighed in relief and leaned on a wall nearby.

• "how troublesome.. we didn't get to eat in the buffet and now both of us are tired.."

You frowned, although it looks more to a pout in levi's orange orbs.

• "sorry.. levi. It's my bad. I shouldn't picked a buffet.. maybe something simpler would do but, i really wanna treat you today."

You sighed, levi smiled softly at your words.

• "that's fine, you shouldn't be apologizing anyways. It's me who should be, because when we arrived to the line, i saw how long it was yet i didn't-"

Before he could go on a self-depricating rampage, you cut him off with a distraction.

• "i need a seat..so tired."

You closed your eyes in discomfort.

It seems like your distraction worked well because, for some reason, levi is now scanning the surrounding for anyone nearby.

Detecting no people around, he shifts into his demon form in a second. You opened your eyes in confusion, but you don't bother to say a thing. It seems like your boyfriend has something in mind.

The tip of his tail curled up into a stand and he used the thicker part as a seat. He patted his lap.

[Reference:]

(Artist and source: unknown.

You may tell me if you know the artist's name, i'd appreciate it.)

• "you can use me as a chair. be quick though, random normies may come here at any given moment.."

He said, his face slightly dusted pink painted red as bloood rush up.

But for him, given the condition of his face, he oddly and somehow looks nonchalant about it. You quirked your eyebrows in suspicion and chuckled.

• "if you say so."

If only you'd knew better, his heart is doing cartwheels. His mind his in chaos, all of his self-loathing train has melted into a putty and replaced by 'why, how, when's (why did he do this? How did he do this and when did he learn to do this? Did he learn this for this moment that he has been waiting for his entire life?) questions.

You climbed onto his lap and leaned on his shoulder. You're better off this way because, if you leaned on his chest, you might go deaf by his heartbeat. But that's unlikely. Even then you could still hear his heart beating out of his chest.

His arms sneaked around your waist to keep you balanced on his lap.

• "let's go home after this, levi."

Though you both ended up not getting lunch, you make up for it in his bedroom later on. (Two possible result tbh up to you to imagine lmao)

Sometimes self indulgence lead to bad shits and this is one of them.. no regrets though lmao.

[echantedtoon]

Demon Bride Ch30 Red Shines Bright Tonight

(WARNINGS!!: Possibly some innuendos. Mentioning of the Red Light District but THIS WILL ABSOLUTELY STAY SFW AND NONE OF 'THAT STUFF' WILL EVEN BE MENTIONED!! IT. WILL. STAY. S F W!!! Rui being a bit sick. Gyutaro habits of clawing and scratching himself, Gyutaro putting himself down, and possible mentions of blood. Not sure if this last one does count as something that should be warned about, but just in case be warned of Gyutaro's body description. Attempted kidnapping and forced marriage. Slight mention of toxic relationships. Gyutaro gets verbally bullied and has a few things thrown at him. Reader kos someone with a kick to a very unpleasant spot. A bit of spilt blood. Enmu IS his own warning.

If you don't know who Tengen's Brother is there's a picture of him above. Image is not mine.)

The  streets tonight were too bright and too noisy for your senses that never experienced such a thing. 

You had to brace yourself in the alley with deep breaths before with one last determined face, you braced yourself and marched out towards the crowd. Ok. You could do this. Even slipping in beside the people who you didn't know and would never know. All you had to do right now was find the doctor. Find the doctor. This place must've had a doctor somewhere! There couldn't be a district this big without having a doctor amongst them! Now only if you could find them.

You stopped in the middle of a busy street. As not one but two thoughts hit you.

Where was the doctor?! You had no idea where he was or how to get there!! And further more...HOW WERE YOU SUPPOSED TO GET THE MEDICINE?! You didn't have any money on you or anything else you could pay for it. .. Your hand reached up your body to gently touch the magatama charm on your neck. A gift from Kaigaku. ...He already used two of the expensive charms as bargaining chips to get you here. Could you use this the same way? No. No you couldn't. Kaigaku gave it to you in good faith as a gift. You couldn't go behind his back and trade it away, and you still had to give it back to him somehow. So that left you with nothing... Perhaps you could trade the weapon?? No. Who'd believe you if you said it was a demon's weapon? And it'd be a too dangerous idea. ...So all that was left was thievery. You didn't like that idea, but what you didn't like more was the fact that Rui was sick again. So if you had to steal, then you'd have to do it. For Rui. But you'd worry about that part later, right now you had to find out the whereabouts of said doctor. 

Your eyes scanned around the crowd of people walking around or constantly bumping against yourself. Bright lights from lanterns and and candles given the buildings a warm glow against the dark night sky. If it weren't so crowded it might've been the perfect night for a walk. The buildings all looked similar to one another with many stalls and men shouting at others to come and buy their superior goods. The smells of all kinds of food and perfumes littering the air. It could be easy to get lost around here. Every direction your head spun saw the same things. Everything looked the same from your point of view. So in a bold move on your half, you reached out and grabbed a random woman's arm. In an instant she turned her head towards you...and blinked looking very surprised.

"E-Excuse me, Miss. I really don't want to bother you but can you please tell me where I can find a doctor around here?," You asked slightly worried and quickly. "My friend really needs medicine but I'm lost here."

The woman in the blue hat blinked again before smiling politely. "Oh. Of course." She turned her head slightly upwards and to the right. "It's directly ahead and to the right five streets over. You should have no problem finding it on the fifth street as it's the only building with a sign on the front there."

You smiled. That wasn't too far from here! You could go and be back in less than an hour! Perfect! "Thank you! Thank you so much!"  With a small bow in thanks you turned on your heels and began to quickly walk away where the lady had pointed unaware of the figures suddenly appearing next to her.

"What a disgraceful action. Touching the Mistress of our kind with such filthy human hands."

"Yahaba, don't be so rude. She just needed directions."

"Hmph. Still..Are you sure you'd rather not have us track her down and eliminate her?"

"For asking directions? Don't be absurd. Come along now. My daughter's waiting for us."

People bumped and knocked against your form as you weaved through the masses quickly. All the way down the street she said. People and figures blurred past you as you pushed past nearly running through them all but being tightly packed together like a herd of sheep made it difficult to do, but eventually you did make it to the very end of the street which split off into many other streets but you turned right. And five streets over. The fifth one should be where the doctor's home resided. You went straight through. The same thing as before greeted you. Many people walking around closely more cramped than an over flowing milk bucket, making it difficult for you to see or get by them when all they did was shove you around and give you mean looks for 'daring to bump into them'. Maybe they shouldn't just barrel their way through the streets and act like civilized people! Your brain however did manage to keep track of the streets you pushed slowly past. One, two- With each street the scent of strong perfume got stronger and stronger and there was less and less shops and stalls. Three- There was no more shops now other than ones that looked like they sold things like expensive looking kimonos or make up or hairpins, etc. Everything a woman would enjoy and one or two inns. No more street vendors were calling out to come buy anything except for a woman who stood with a cart of perfume bottles. Four-

"Ah!!" You suddenly found yourself falling and with a thud landed face first on the ground when something tripped your leg.

"Watch where you're going, Wench."

You sputtered shaking your head and looked up just in time to catch the back of a black haired man walking right past your head and disappear into the crowd. You laid there for a moment blinking before scowling at where the man disappeared at. Sheesh! Was everyone around here just an asshole? Your face scowled as you got up muttering, and you would've stood up if something shiny on the ground hadn't caught your eye. You paused on your knees as the lantern lights made something on the ground shine. A teeny tiny piece of yellow shimmered at you from the dirt. Instinctively you blinked at it for a moment before reaching to pluck it out of the ground and your jaw nearly dropped eyes going wide. HOLY GODS!! IT WAS A GOLD COIN!! This shiny slightly dirty coin looked totally different than the regular coins you saved up all your life to pay back Genya and Sanemi. This coin was pure gold by the weight of it in your hand and how shiny it was. You'd never seen one up close before but here you were with a precious coin in your hands-

Wait a minute.

YOU COULD USE THIS TO PAY FOR THE MEDICINE!! Your eyes lit up. With a coin like this you'd be able to buy Rui the best medicine the doctor had without having to steal it! This was perfect! Although you did wonder how such a precious coin was just left on the ground like this...A rich person must've dropped it here. Oh well. Yours now. And that doctor was just one street over from you now. You'd be able to get there and get back to Rui sooner than you thought! With a new smile you pushed yourself off the ground and stood before continuing on your way with the coin firmly gripped in your fist. Five- You were expecting a crowd of people to be walking around in this street same as all the others you've encountered but was surprised to find instead a wall of people just standing still. ...That was odd. It made you pause briefly before you just shook your head and just pushed your way into the crowd earning you a few glares and insults in the process. Didn't matter. Rui needed that medicine! However what you weren't expecting was to push through the other side and nearly fall face first into a cleared street.

...You blinked. Wha-..What was going on?

The entire middle of the street had been cleared and what looked to be two giant crowds of men and women lined the street on either side. As if something was blocking them from crossing with each other. What was stopping them? Did something happen just now? You then looked up the street and immediately knew the reason why.

Slowly coming towards you was a parade of people. And smack dab in the middle of them all was a woman. The most beautiful woman you had ever seen. She glowed under the lantern lights like a beacon of beauty, slow steady steps she took gracefully step after step slowly but surely as if she was dancing, by the way she was doing so you knew she must've done this countless times before. Her makeup and hair done perfectly. Her robes the fanciest you've ever seen yet so beautifully matched perfectly with her complexion. But what struck you the most about her was her eyes. Her eyes were the most striking beautiful shade of blue you've ever seen a human have. In a way they weren't human, not with the way they shined in the light. However her demeanor was... Strange. As she got closer you could see the thin lipped frown on her face and slightly annoyed look in her eyes. As if she didn't want to be here, but yet at the same time there was something... Powerful almost scarily heavy about her body despite how graceful she moved. Entranced by the new sight you only stopped and stared as she ever so slowly and gracefully walked by  not giving anyone in the crowd a second glance as she did. Your head slowly turning with everyone else as she passed and continued up the street with her escorts.

"Who was that?," You mumbled out to yourself.

"That is the Oiran Warabihime." You jumped at the sudden voice before turning to blink at a young man next to you who smiled. "She is the most beautiful and important woman in the district. By the looks of it she's off to greet a wealthy customer. I just wonder who it could be?"

You blinked at the man before looking back at the retreating parade. An...Oiran? That would certainly explain her. Wait...If THAT person just now was an Oiran, and she was here...Your eyes widened and twisted around you seeing the many many fancily dressed women watching the Oiran from the buildings and streets. OH NO!! This was 'THAT' part of the district you didn't WANT to be in! Was there really a doctor here? Or did you goof up and make a wrong turn somewhere. In a small bit of panic you turned back to the man in question. 

"Is there a doctor on this street?!"

The man looked away from the Oiran surprised slightly before blinking. "A doctor? Not currently no."

"What do you mean by that?!"

He shrugged. "He was called out two days ago to the far side of the district. A really bad string of food poisoning broke out I heard and he hasn't been back yet."

"WHAT?!"

Your stomach immediately dropped and your face paled. The doctor was GONE?! AND HE WASN'T HERE?! No. Nonononono!! That can't happen!! This can't be happening?! You came all the way over here just to reach another dead end?! Now what were you supposed to do?! It's not like you could just summon a doctor out of thin air- You paused.Wait a second. Maybe you COULD actually summon a doctor. Enmu! He mentioned he was the one in charge of the trains right? And there was a train station close to here! If you doubled back and managed to get Enmu to give you medicine then that'll work just as well. But how long until the next train arrives?

"...Do you know when the next trains due?"

"Not until early in the morning which is hours away from now," the man answered you.

Ok. That gave you plenty of time to get to that train station and wait for Enmu. Then you'd get back to Rui as quick as possible. After all you promised to be back before sunrise.

"Thanks."

You thanked him before turning and beginning to walk off in the opposite direction. Already people were starting to walk back into the street now that the Oiran was gone and soon things would be very crowded again especially around here so you'd do well to get out while it wasn't too crowded. So you walked. Step after determined step towards the path of least resistance which was a right corner rounded back in the direction of the way you came from. People were starting to get more and more crowded by the second especially in 'this' part of town so you'll have to be quick- 

"Filthy animal!! Y-You stay away from my stock!"

You heard rather loud yelling across the street from you but paid it no mind. After all it was none of your business and you had other matters to deal with at the moment. 

"I don't CARE if you 'can pay'!! You're bad for business!! Get out of here before I call the guards on you!! You-..You-... DISGUSTING UGLY MAGGOT FROM HELL!!"

You wouldn't have paid attention to it and kept on walking if it was for the fact that people around you stopped walking to stare at the commotion. When more than ten people stopped to watch the source of the yelling you slowed down before coming to a complete stop. ...Your head turned over your shoulder as you noticed something else. The talking buzz died down quite a lot as people turned to stare. You couldn't see what it was however due to the crowd blocking the view. It was most likely someone harassing the girls here and if that was the case then you should just leave and yet-... Something compelled you to turn around and start walking towards the crowd. Curiosity? Maybe just boredom from staying in all the time? Or maybe it was because the same feeling you had when you saw that Oiran came back, but only much stronger. 

"....It must be REALLY NICE to be able to set up shop here and not have to worry about anything. You're not the most attractive guy, in fact you're kind of plain looking if I'm being honest, but it must be SO nice to not worry about scaring away you're own customers."  You pushed your way through the crowd now towards the new voice. "You even get the pleasure of seeing all kinds of pretty faces without having them run screaming just at the mere THOUGHT of you. ... You're really lucky you know. I was born with such ugly features that I don't even look plain like yo-"

There was a loud SPLAT like sound and all of a sudden the crowd did a gasp. You had finally breached to the front of the crowd and you had froze at what you saw. There was a small wagon like stall sat there in front of a building, on it was the BIGGEST MOST MOUTH WATERING dumplings you had ever seen!! They smelt of meats and fried vegetables stuffed inside them and each one was as big as your fist! But...That wasn't the thing that made you freeze. It wasn't the half angry half terrified looking man behind the wagon either. It was the six or seven foot tall man right next to him that made you freeze.  

He was unlike anything you'd ever seen. In man or demon.

He must've been at least a good head or two taller than Kyogai, but you couldn't tell as he was slightly hunched over. His hair was a strange concoction of colors. Black but then faded to an almost dark green near the bottom. His height alone would've been really strange but you took notice of a lot of other things as well. The hakama coat and pants he wore looked so worn and dirty and torn as if he wore them every day and night of his life. But that didn't compare to his body. He was so...thin. Sickly so! You could faintly make out some ribs in the opening of his tattered coat, and any moment the wind would blow him away. There was also strange black markings all over his body but mostly on his face, which he had his eyes closed. However you could see why everyone gasped. Where was literal food on his face. Smeared all over his cheek and part of his lower jaw and upper neck. And right at the man's bare feet was one of those dumplings now dirty and ruined. It stunned you along with everyone else into silence. Until the wagon man spoke again.

"Th-Th-There! You w-w-wanted food?!" His voice was shaky and nervous, face looking more scared than angry now as he raised one shaking fist while the other free hand pointed at him. "We-We-Well now Y-You can have food suited for someone like you! An animal who e-eats off the ground!!"

The much taller gangly man didn't respond for an entire full minute before his eyes opened slowly and you once again froze as almost inhuman striking blue eyed revealed themselves to the world. The. EXACT. Same. Eyes...As the beautiful Oiran you just witnessed no more than twenty minutes ago. In an instant the same feeling and aura hit you as well. A prickling powerful pulsating one that masked itself as something weak but actually very deadly. In the oirans case it was her beauty that masked the aura but for this man it was the weak looking body. You almost could feel the anger radiated off the taller man as he did.. nothing.

Literally nothing.

Not even when someone joined and threw a small pebble from the street somewhere at him. It hit his shoulder and rolled off to the ground. Then a random woman from a different direction tossed what looked like a half eaten apple his way. Before you knew it there was a flurry of uproar and voices to be heard sneering at and cussing at the man. Insults and demands flying from the mouths of everyone around you from men and women alike. All saying the most vile of things to him.

"Leave here! No one wants to see your face here anyways!" One man shouted. "You always drive away my customers whenever you come around here you inbred weasel!! It's bad enough you scare my girls but do you have to ruin our livelihoods as well!?" Another angry old woman shouted. "All you do is cause fights!!" Shouted another man. "WHY DON'T YOU EVER GET THE HINT YOU'RE NOT WANTED HERE YOU DISGUSTING MOLD!!" A beautifully dressed lady yelled from a window and you saw the thin man's head tilt just slightly towards her as she continued- "I WOULD COMPARE YOU TO A RAT OR COCKROACH BUT EVEN THEY ARE MORE PLEASING TO LOOK AT THAN YOU ARE!! IT'D BE AN INSULT TO PESTS TO COMPARE YOU TO THEIR LIKENESS!!"

And ON and ON and ON they continued their insults and yells and making little things bounce off him. The skinny man just stood there and silently stared at the shaking food vender without any emotion on his face. That was until his stuff body moved. It was SO. SLOWLY. That no one even noticed, in fact you're not sure how you noticed. Your head just snapped to his hand on it's own,only to see the fingers ever so slightly twitch and the long arm inhumanly slowly move it's way towards his back.

You weren't sure how- I mean how could you possibly know that this MEANT danger? For all you knew he could've been reaching out to wipe his face, but something made you do something without your permission. Both men were frozen when a woman's arm was suddenly thrusted between their bodies before they could even comprehend what happened-

"T H A T' S   E N O U G H!!!"

A powerful pulsating soundwave traveled through the air and cut like a knife through the thinnest of wet paper, and melted away into the sky only to be repeated by a few echoes of distant memory. The only sounds being of the heavily panting woman standing in the middle of the display. Her lungs heaving and her hands raised before she growled (not human like but failed to notice-) and grab onto her head as everyone stared at her essential mental breakdown -

"What. The actual HELL. Is wrong with you people?!" You yelled throwing your arms up in disbelief. "I mean what the actual fuck is going on?! WHAT are you doing?!" You gazed at the many faces just.. staring at you lost. "Like...What the hell do you think you're doing?! You're literally pelting a man for....for...FOR WHAT EXACTLY?! FOR LOOKING DIFFERENT?! FOR BEING FUCKING HUNGRY?! FOR JUST-...LIVING IN THE SAME SPACE AS YOU?!" We're they really yelling at an innocent man...For THAT!? "HOW STUPID ARE YOU?!"

"Why are you defending him?!" The vending man asked with a scowl making you snap towards him.

"I don't know! Why aren't you giving him food?!," You demanded back a hiss in your tone and a claw pointed at him.

"Just look at him!" The man scowled harder gesturing to the dumbstruck skinny man just blankly staring. "Don't you see what he looks like?!"

"Eh?...?!" The tall man actually flinched when faster than a regular human being, her head snapped to him with a crack sound with thinned pupils I'm those purple eyes. ...She stared at his face for a few seconds before looking him up and down before looking back at the vendor.

"....Ok. And your point is?"

It was like someone slapped the man with how slack jawed he went at her deadpanned face. "I-...A-ARE YOU BLIND?! YOU'D HAVE TO BE TO NOW SEE WHAT A DISGUSTING PIG HE IS!!"

"HA!! You call that-" a thumb was jabbed over your shoulder. "-ugly? Sir, I've seen both demons and humans uglier than that inside and out and I happen to be staring at one."

"HOW DARE YOU-"

"I'll dare you all I dam want! At least I'm not stupid enough to turn away a paying customer or heartless enough to turn down a starving poor man." The man's face turned redder and he opened his mouth- "Shut up! Because I don't want to hear it. What? Just because Im not a good looking man like you I can't have an opinion? I'm not even a man but I have more FUCKING balls in my body to admit when I fucked up!"

No one noticed but light flower patterns crept along your skin under your sleeves hidden- 

The skinny man only watched turning his head to the girl then to the vender then back to the woman who scowled at the vendor. What-...What was happening right now? There was a woman here?! Defending who? HIM?! ....Ok. He was sure he cracked now. There was no way a beautiful woman was defending something as ugly as him. One of these people must've hit him hard in the head with something they threw at him. O-Or maybe his hunger was making him hallucinate.  Whatever the reason he just stood there staring at the woman...There was something very odd about her. But he only watched with a tilted head. 

"Why you-!! You-!!" 

"He was going to buy some of your dumplings right? Why not just let him and let him be on his way? If you would've done that in the first place, he would've been already out of here and none of this spectacle would've happened."

"Because the last thing I need is him putting his disgusting, dirty hands near my food!"

You paused. You turned back over your shoulder to the skinny man then back to the vender. "Oh. So it's because his body's dirty? Well why don't I buy some for him instead?"

"HA! There's no chance of that happening!! After I've been insulted and berated by a stupid wench like you!? Where's your Madam!? You shouldn't be outside without supervision with that attitude!!"

"I don't work here! Even if I was, I'll still tell you how stupid you were."

"Then I guess that makes you a wondering BITCH!" 

Her body went rigid. Her pupils dilating to that of a snake's. Inhumanly she tilted her head at this sneering man. "...Excuse me?"

"You heard me!" He leaned closer to her with a smirking sneer. "You're a little bitch who I bet is real-"

C R A C K!

The crowd gave a collected gasp lol. Women covered their mouths in horror and one even fainted being quickly caught in the arms of a nearby man. About everyone looked on shocked or leaned back as the vendor man froze for a moment. For a moment he didn't seem to be affected by a kick delivered to him... Before his face paled, his eyes bulged out slightly, and the sounds of a deflating mouse left his throat before he crumbled to his knees. Then fell over onto his side in a fetal position continuing his high pitched whimpers of pain. She stood there for a moment scowling down at him before turning to the wagon...and just silently started picking up the dumplings still available. Taking a part of her kimono and pulling it up to use as a makeshift basket showing her legs. He took notice of the contrasting clothes she wore on her body. Her kimono looked new and as fancy as the other women's dresses but her boots looked worn out and a step away from falling apart. It only added to the confusion of her. Blue eyes scanned over her body but stopped when he noticed she had turned around and was staring right at him.

"Well don't just stand there. Pay him."

....He blinked. "Eh?"

She sighed. "For the dumplings of course! You said you were hungry right? Come over here and leave some money for them. It wouldn't be good to steal."

...He blinked again raising a brow. "You kicked a man down, but insist on not stealing the food?" His voice was raspy and a little high pitched for a man's voice. She didn't look away and it made him reach up a hand to lightly scratch at his neck. "That has some double standards written over it."

"I kicked him because he wasn't going to calm down but I'm not going to continue kicking him while he's down. Now leave some money for however many you can afford. I don't like stealing if I can avoid it." He still stared making her put a hand on her hip. "Do I have to repeat myself to you? You want the food, pay up!"

He still didn't move for a long moment before the jiggling of coins was heard and a moment later a small poorly made cloth bag was tossed into the wagon. Purple eyes snapped towards it for a moment before the woman turned and started walking away. He stood there for a moment before deciding to follow her. After all this was confusing to him and he was still unsure of how to act in response. Plus she carried the food he paid for, he wasn't about to let her walk away with that. People immediately retreated when he began stepping out and the looks on their faces was that of fear, anger, and disgust. So nothing new. It did make a satisfied feeling course through him that not too many would actually have the confidence to take him on in a fight not that they could actually win against him. But sometimes...It was hard to focus his power in keeping up his human disguise sometimes but such was his life. The woman was quick to walk away from the eyes of the crowd nearly to the very end of the street and there she stood patiently waiting for him to walk up to her. On instinct he did stop a bit away as most people wanted him standing far from them. Purple eyes scanned his body and he felt an irritation at the wondering eyes that he felt so many times before stare at him like something to be hidden away from the world.

"Do you have anything to carry this food in?" 

"...What the hell did you just ask me?"

"I asked if you had anything to carry your food with. I noticed you don't seem to have anything to carry it with." 

...THAT was the first thing she asked him?! He was standing here right in front of her in full lantern light plain as day and the first thing she chooses to ask him is if he had something to carry dumplings in?It sent his mind to real at the strange words spoken to him.

"Do I look like I carry a bag?," Was the only thing his confused brain could think of to say. 

"Alright. That can easily be fixed." 

What the hell was she- RRRRRIIIIPPPP!!! He stopped and went wide eyed as she put a piece of the raised kimono carrying the dumplings in the corner of her mouth, and just RIPPED the nicely woven fabric. It tore easily in her grip and the end result was her proudly holding up a large torn piece of cloth encasing the food and a long rip in her kimono which exposed her right leg from just below her knee down. If anyone looked you would've thought a dog had bitten into the fabric and torn it away with it's teeth. He found himself just staring at her leg before quickly turning his head away embarrassed. 

A moment later she held out the make shift cloth bag to him. "Here. This should tide you over until you finish eating them."

You held it out to him politely but instead of being happy or just taking the food he just stood there averting his eyes to the ground. "... You're really selfish. You know that?"

You blink taken aback. "What?"

Blue eyes looked her way with a creaky turn of his head. The hand that had been lightly scratching his neck still scratching at his pale flesh. "I bet you feel rrreally proud of yourself aren't you? AREN'T YOU?! Someone as nice looking as you standing up to a crowd for some poor ungrateful hellspawn!" The scratching became faster and slightly harder as he gave a deep frown to her surprised look. "Good for you. Good for you!  I bet you feel really good about yourself teaching a lesson to the ones below you just to make yourself feel above them! That's what it is isn't it? A savior complex!! That's what I am isn't is?! RRRA!!" A frustrated growl left his throat as the nails dug in more and raked. The smell and feeling of crimson filled the space. "A charity case to make you look and feel good!! Defend the poor sap who can't defend for himself! Is that it?! Well I don't need your help or your pity!! I don't need anyone defending me as a way to get their fill of hellish self satisfaction!!'' She paused as he hissed and leaned over her giving her an angry frown. "So why don't you stop showering me with fake kindness and do what everyone else does when I get angry? Get out of my sight."

She didn't move an inch. Staying wide eyed and frozen staring up at him, and he thought she must've been frozen in fear. ...He thought.So when she frowned at him, he thought again it was going to be one of the usual reactions he got. He expected her to throw the bag of food at him or insult him or storm off or maybe even attempt to slap him. What he wasn't expecting was to feel a free hand suddenly latch onto the front of his torn coat and yank. What he wasn't expecting was to be forced to be level eyed with purple irises. What he wasn't expecting was to smell the fragrance of peony flowers.

.... Peonies?

"Alright. Now listen here!" You spoke in a firm but calm and nonthreatening tone. You were getting a little tired of people yelling at you and pushing you around ever since you arrived in demon territory. "You can be mad all you want at the situation but don't you go and take it out on me because you had a bad night! I didn't help you because I 'have a savior complex' or 'pity you.' I don't even know you enough to pity you! The only reason I helped you was because I knew you were about to attack that man with the wagon! I hate it when people fight and get hurt, and judging by how powerful you look you could easily kill a grown man! I would've just walked away too and minded my own business too but like I said you looked about ready to kill." Your hand released him and he slowly leaned back up a few inches. "Besides...I know what it feels like."

He frowned deeper furrowing his brows. "To be uglier than the dirt you step on?" He asked skeptically.

In response you held up the bag to his face. "To be hungry. I can't always afford the food I need and I know what it's like to struggle and sometimes go days without eating. So here." You forcibly grabbed a hand of his before forcing the bag into it. "Take your food and eat it. Everyone deserves the right to eat no matter who they are."...Your eyes glanced down at his neck...and your hands went to the obi around your waist.

The skinny man was once again confused into silence. Not shock. Not surprise. But...confused. No one...had ever really done this before, and he wasn't again sure how to take this. Shouldn't she be disgusted by him?! Running for the hills or screaming at him?! At least give him a nasty glare? Why wasn't she acting like everyone else? Was she hard of seeing or needed glasses? Must be. It was the only way to explain this! Unless she was really dumb to not be afra-

He flinched when something soft wrapped around his neck and furious eyes snapped back to her. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"

"Your neck is bleeding,Dummy," she said just wrapping the obi around his neck like a scarf patienly. "Shut your mouth and just let me wrap it before it gets infected."

"DONT TOUCH M-"

"Oh hush up." He was once again yanked down with one hand as she fiddled with his neck. "You need to calm down. Working yourself up isn't going to help anyone especially yourself. There." You released him as the obi was tied around his neck. "That ought to work. And with that my work and business with you is finished." You took a step back and watched as he slowly reached a hand up to run across his neck. "You should probably clean the wound properly when you can. It would be better when addressed. Right now I have a train to catch."

He remained silent and stunned standing there as a hand gently felt over the silk obi tied up around his neck. He didn't need this! He would regenerate in a few seconds! He wouldn't need medical attention!!... But then again she didn't know that really. Strange woman. Strange, strange woman. He looked back and spotted her walking away into the crowds of people down the street, pretty easy to spot for him really. He had to be good at spotting specific people in crowds. She walked along the road passing by people. He huffed and turned his body to leave . Whatever. He wouldn't be seeing her again.

"Eh?'

His hand continued to rub over his covered neck when blue eyes looked over and noticed that they weren't the only eyes scanning the crowds or the only ones following that girl. Red eyes followed the form of the girl walking down the street before they slowly followed from a distance. The girl with purple eyes disappeared around a corner and a moment later so did the red eyes right after her.

"....hmm."

The streets were as crowded the way back as you came here and still there was the annoyance of doubling back and heading back towards the secret inn you left. You were also very annoyed. You went through to the entire trouble of getting there and the dumb doctor wasn't even there! Now you had to rely on the chance that Enmu would be on that train which wouldn't be here for another few hours still. So not only was your time wasted but you had to find the bloody train station now. About mostly all the way back, you again stopped someone and asked one of the food venders directions to the station. After getting them you continued the long way back to said station. It wasn't easy to find either. The whole trip left you annoyed and frustrated. Enmu had BETTER be there!! You swore this was getting ridiculous! You some how FINALLY managed to get to the train station and let out a sigh of relief to see that not many people were actually there. Good. At least you'd get a break from the crowd. With nothing else to do you just walked up to one of the many benches and plopped yourself down on it. Your feet were sore and you were tired from it being so late. You just hoped Rui was alright and not sicker, that's what worried you most. With a sigh you just leaned back, head tilted up and eyes closed. This night couldn't be any worse than it already was.

Oh how wrong you were because as it turned out fate just LOVED to taunt you.

A red pair of eyes approached. Large footfalls came. A lumbering force stopping near.

"How much?"

Your purple eyes popped open bristling and you came face to face with a man looming over you. You froze as you saw him. He blocked out most of the light giving him an eerie look to his emotionless face, only his dulled red eyes piercing with any real notice. The black hair on his head held back from his forehead by some headband and most of his visible body dressed in pitch black. You both continued to stare at one another, you up at him sitting and upside down and him looming just behind you. 

"How much?," His voice was as emotionless as his eyes and monotone as his face, deep and blunt.

You slowly blinked. How much? How much for what? The train tickets? "How much..for what?"

"Your debt."

...your brows furrowed. Debt? What debt? You didn't have any debts. You paid off the massive one you did owe and you didn't have any others made. So what was he talking about? "I don't have any debts."

"Then how much is your marriage contract?"

"Excuse me?"

"Which house do you work?"

A glass breaking sound went off in your mind. 

Holy shi- THIS GUY THOUGHT YOU WORKED HERE!!!

"I don't work in this district!!" You shouted before shooting out of your comfortable seat. He just watched you blankly jump a few feet away. Your face almost panicked as you frowned. "I don't know what the hell gave you that impression but you are sadly mistaken about any of that!! Or do you assume all women here work there!?"

He didn't respond other than looking onwards blankly eyeing you up and down so slowly that it was like someone was examining a donkey trying to decide if it'll be worth working in the fields or not. You especially didn't like how he gazed longer at your exposed leg before bothering to look back at your frowning face again. 

"Where's your escort?" His body turned to step around the bench, those piercing red eyes never leaving your form. 

"I don't...have one." You backed away fully aware now how tall and muscular he was compared to you. His expression was one that sent a shiver down your back and your hairs standing on end. Everything about this screamed danger! From the slow pace he walked to the way his eyes never left your face to the way one hand slid across the top of the bench as he walked around it to you. You started taking a few steps back from. "Who are you?"

"My family name is Tengen, but that won't be important now. Or when you have time to think afterwards."

"'Afterwards'?" You took a few more steps back as he stepped out from behind the bench finally. "What the hell do you mean by that?"

"Is there a father or head of your family? I'd like to make an offer to them," he said ignoring anything you just asked. Who the hell was this guy?! What did he want with you?! Nothing good by the looks of it. His whole demeanor was that of a predator staring down at a piece of prey! "You're loud and annoying, but that attitude and forwardness is something I don't see a lot in your kind. Would make for good traits passed down."

Your kind?! You both were human?! What the hell does he mean by that statement?! It was like deja Vu all over again and your mind flashed back to the night you were chased by those demons. The same overwhelming feeling you felt when you were being chased by them returned now with each step this stranger took towards you closer and closer despite every step you took back in return.

"No?...That might make it easier then."

Make what easier?! You had no clue but you certainly didn't want to find out! Especially when he caught up to your retreating self. When he blocked out the light from your form. When your back hit a wall in the train station. And-...When a sycle shot up to press against the side of the man's..neck??? You froze. The looming black haired man also froze and his face finally gained some emotion, it was wide eyed surprise. The eyes widened and the red pupils shrank. A hand that had been reaching out for you stopped in mid air just an inch away from touching your shoulder. So there you were back pressed against a wall staring up at a man about to grab you frozen by a random sycle blade pressed to to tender side of his neck. Silence between the three of you.

"You have a debt to pay."

Something- No. Someone taller than even the man before you made himself known and ever so slowly the red eyes turned followed by the head and met inhuman blue eyes framed by forest green locks of straggly hair and uneven teeth in a frown.

"I knew I've seen you from somewhere." Your head perked up. Hey! You recognized that voice! Just behind the red eyed man was another man who was skinnier and his body was covered in markings. You could half make out his figure just behind the first man. It was that skinny man from before! "You were here almost five months ago weren't you? Weren't you?!" A free hand instantly reached up to scratch at a free cheek furiously. "Yes you were. You tried to get money out of that house with the prettiest girls and almost killed the host. Not enough beauty for you wasn't it?! You're so good looking with those glasswork ruby eyes and coal hair and yet you're greedy enough to comeback for more!!" The scratching became faster and a bit deeper just leaving light scraping across the skin. "Even your skin is perfectly tanned without any scars or blemishes! I bet you could get any lady you wanted! Hell even maybe a couple men too! But you're so greedy! So greedy. SO GREEDY!! Some is never enough for someone like you! You want more and more!! Was that pretty girl you walked off with not enough for you?!"

The red eyed man silently looked at the hand holding the blade to his throat, seemed to consider something in his mind, before looking back up at the skinny man and speaking. "The girl I took with me was no good. She hasn't been able to provide me any heirs. It only makes sense to demand back what I paid if I don't get what was promised. That ...or be provided a replacement."

The sudden realization hit you like a train and you froze. ... SERIOUSLY!?!? ANOTHER SITUATION WHERE SOMEONE WANTED TO FORCE YOU TO MARRY THEM AND 'SAVE THEIR LINEAGE'?! THIS WAS LIKE THAT NIGHT ALL OVER AGAIN GETTING CHASED BY DEMONS ONLY THIS TIME IT WAS A HUMAN AND NOT A DEMON. Although monster suited him just as nicely.

What he must've said was wrong because red eyes shrunk more when the blade was pressed further into the skin. "You get what you pay for and nothing else unless you pay more." The raspy voice trembled but not in fear, it sounded like he was barely holding back rage. "I thought you learnt that from the last time you and I crossed paths." Something about the way he spoke seemed to be familiar to the red eyed man because he didn't dare move. A grin slowly spread across skinny man's face before he chuckled. The smile threatened to split his face. "Remember when I mentioned unblemished skin? I lied.~ There's some scars still under that shirt you wear isn't there?~ Not as pretty anymore. It's your own fault."

You took the opportunity to silently slide across the wall and get out of the backed corner you had trapped in. Stepping a few feet away was such a relief that you trembled with the deep sighs you took before taking a moment to look behind you. It was the same skinny man alright, standing there hunched over one hand scratching his cheek the other holding a large sycle blade to the red eyed man's shoulder. Thank the GODS he showed up when he did. But what was he doing here? Did he follow you? Or was he just tracking down the first man he cornered? 

"You still haven't paid you know. Damages are done and my wages didn't get paid by those pretty girls you were harassing even though I went through all the trouble of kicking you out and saving them. They didn't like giving money to someone so ugly, and you snuck away from me. But now I'm going to be taking what you owe me out of your skin."  The sycle was replaced by a hand large enough to fully wrap around his neck and it squeezed. The red eyed man wheezed, more air being forced from his body when he was shoved forward into the same wall you were once backed up against. The shine of the blade caught on the lantern lights as it was raised-

"WAIT!! STOP!!"  tinier hands leapt forward and latched onto the arm that was firmly gripped around the choking man's neck. The skinny man froze mid swing before snapping his hatred filled face at you. "You don't have to kill him!"

"He's been asking for it for too long. Stay out of something that you have no dam business in!"

His angry ranting didn't scare you off. Instead you scowled back. "Will you just listen to me?! You said he owed money right? He mentioned paying me a while ago so he's obviously must have some on him right now. Just take it and let him go!"

He gave a look like you were crazy. "You really have no say after everything he's done."

"Maybe I don't but just out right murdering someone in a train station wouldn't help your reputation! Just take the money and then if he comes back to cause more trouble then do to him what you did to him last time! It would be better in the long term. Please, please, PLEASE don't let your anger cloud your thoughts on this."

.... Dammit.

He had almost done something that he shouldn't do. It made him more angry. Daki was the one who was always careless. Master had to literally pay her a surprise visit and warn her to be less suspicious about her identity just to get through her naive brain to tone it back, and here he was almost ruining what profile he had. If he tore this pompous asshole limb from limb right here and now just like he wanted too then it wouldn't look good. He'd have to go into hiding for about a hundred years just to make sure anyone currently alive who've seen him wasn't around anymore and then reintegrate himself back into human society here from scratch. Which was already annoying to do the first time....He had to take care of this later and silently if he wanted to avoid any unwanted trouble. So reluctantly he forced his hand to release just the teeniest bit for him to breath but that could easily change. 

"You're lucky you know. I'm very merciful if I want to be." A blade pushed into the black haired man's back. "But that depends on how much you give me to spare an death of peeling your skin off or plucking out an eye with my out fingers. I don't think I have to tell you what I want do I? Or maybe you really are too pathetic to comprehend what it is."

......The sound of metal jingling beautifully rang out as a satchel dropped to the wooden floors of the train station.

"Good boy. Let's see if I can teach you how to fetch." A hiss was given to the man. "Now get out of my sight before we try 'play dead' next."

He was tossed to the left by the hand still firmly gripped at his neck and blue eyes watched the red eyed man stumble forward and stop for a moment to stare back at the woman next to him, then at the blue eyed man.... before turning and walking back off towards the crowds. He gritted his teeth together watching the asshole leave. Asshole! Disgusting pervert should drop dead. A jingling sound caught his attention and a moment later the woman was holding up the satchel of jingling coins up to him. 

"Here. You should take this before you forget it. You've certainly earned it."

"Hmph. I would've  just gotten it myself!" The bag was roughly grabbed from your hands as he sneered. "I don't need your help! Get that in your feeble mind if you can!"

You blinked but frowned. "Well excuse me Mr. Grumps. Next time I won't be nice." You placed your hands on your hips. "Thank you for the help though. What was with that man?"

"I didn't come here to help you! Let's get that part straight! And secondly I only 'helped' because I had unfinished business with that guy." He hissed and your brows rose at just how ..demon like that noise was. "I'll have to deal with him later now. Dammit. You sure get into trouble. You know that?"

"Hey! That guy followed me not the other way around!," You clarified, "I was minding my own business waiting for the train!"

"...Are you stupid or something? The next train doesn't come for hours."

"I know that! But I don't have any other options. I need medicine and the doctor's note here and I can't just wait for who knows how long for him to come back! My only option is to wait until that train comes!"

...he rose a brow. "You need medicine and hoping to get it from a train? ...Are you an idiot or something? Unless you plan on traveling to a different town for medicine your plan makes no sense."

You sighed. "I'm waiting for someone I know ON the train. He knows about medicine and he gave me some a few days ago. I need more because a friend of mine is sick. That's why I was even in ...'that' part of the district in the first place. I just need some medicine. That's all."

"Hmm." ...His hand holding the sycle lowered behind his body and put the hidden blade away before mindlessly scratching lightly at his cheeks again. "... You're a strange woman. You say you hate fighting but kick a man who insults you." His hand gestured to your torn kimono, or more specifically your very worn boots. "You're wearing a wealthy man's dress but wear the shoes of a poor thing. You are a woman and yet you rip your dress and don't act ladylike at all." He then leaned down until you both were eye level, and again he rose a brow when you never even showed the tiniest ounce of fear or disgust. "....And you were afraid of that very good looking not to mention wealthy guy but yet don't flinch when someone as horrid as me is literally standing close enough to grab you. So am I right and you do need glasses?"

"No. I can see all your features just fine."

He smiled widely. "Then you agree with my earlier statement."

"No. I just don't find you scary."

A glass breaking sound went off in his head. "....What?"

"I don't think you're ugly either. Dunno why everyone says that."

"Eh?"......What?! Was she broken in the head?! Did she need glasses but denied it?! "What?! Can you see my ugly markings?! My deformed body?! My hair is an unnatural color!?" He leaned closer snarling his teeth. "My horrendous teeth?!"

You deadpanned. "Yes. I see all of that. And frankly I don't care. Are you going to knock that off now?"

He blanked stunned. Sputtering on his words before snarling harder narrowing his eyes. "You should fear me?! Admit it! You really do don't you?! It's alright to admit it! You don't have to be nice and pretend to spare my feelings. Everyone thinks it! I'm dirty and disgusting!!"

Your brow rose. "I'm NOT being NICE and I'm NOT pretending. I literally just don't care what you look like."

"You don't -.....YOU DON'T HAVE ANYTHING TO SAY ON MY APPEARANCE?!" 

"I mean you could use a bath and a good meal but Im not going to judge you if you don't have access to those things. I don't either for most of my life so I won't fault you."

His arms dropped and his shoulders slumped and his jaws dropped. ".....What?! WHY?!"

"Because I've seen both humans and demons look and act worse than you."

"What?! How can that be?!"

"*Sigh* Ok. Would you like some examples?" He rose a brow still flabbergasted but nodded for whatever reason. "I've seen a man absolutely covered in scars and have anger issues worse than a volcano! I saw demons of all kinds with no eyes, different colored skin, four eyes, horns, tails, and markings of all kinds! I was literally chased by three demons in one night who tried to carry me away! I personally know someone with literally more anger issues than you and there's a perverted demon I see every so often who tried to flirt with me! On top of that the man you just scared off scares me more than you because he actually is dangerous. You're big and scary to a lot of people yes, but I'm not scared of you because I've seen so much diversity that your appearance doesn't surprise me in the least! On top of that you've never given me a reason to be weary of you so I don't see and reason to feel threatened by you. Now does that answer your question?"

You tilted your head at him but he said nothing. Only pausing as you stared back flabbergasted. When he didn't answer you turned back and sat down on the bench with a sigh. After a silent moment you heard someone approach you and a raspy voice spoke.

"You're serious... aren't you?"

"Glad you caught on. ...I didn't catch your name by the way. Mines Y/n."

"... It's Gyutaro."

"Gyutaro." She spoke the name softly trying it out on her tongue before giggling and looking up at him with a smile. "That's a nice name." Although why did that name sound so familiar to you? "You mentioned that man owed you a lot of money. Does that mean you're a debt collector?"

"Sometimes." He wasn't wrong. That was a part of his cover here, and he did use to be a full time debt collector before the Kizuki life. "Depends on who pays more." However he was more enticed by the first sight of a genuine smile thrown his way, pretty smile- And soft purple eyes. And the pretty smell of peony flowers in his nose. Made him feel woozy. "Then again.... sometimes money is...needed."

BU-BUMP-

A hand immediately clamped onto his chest with a shocked cough from him.

 "I understand. Sometimes you just need it. I know I did...Hey. Are you related to that Oiran I saw earlier?"

His hyperventilating paused as he froze....and he slowly looked back at you. "...Why would you ask me that?"

"Because you both look alike." 

He again paused. "....Eh?"

You pointed at your own eyes. "Your eyes. I've never seen another human with such a blue color, but both you and the Oiran I saw have them. You both give off the same aura and expression as well when I first saw you two. So does that mean you two are related?"

SHE NOTICED THAT?! No one's ever noticed that before... except his Master but she was a simple human! How could she have been smart enough to make that connection?! And all based off their eyes and smiles? He narrowed his eyes more at the woman calculating but her patient expression never changed.

".... She's my younger sister."

"Oh! That explains so much! You both look similar." Similar? Them?! "She's very beautiful. No wonder she's an Oiran. I've never seen another woman look quite like her before."

...He slowly nodded in agreement. That was one thing they could agree on actually. There was absolutely NO ONE more beautiful than his beloved sister. No one.  "She's beautiful isn't she? It's something that I can claim and no one else can. But it comes with problems. Mostly in the form of greedy humans." And don't get him started with the headache that mating season comes with! Too many annoying suiters trying to take her away from him! That wouldn't do at all. 

"Was...that man one of those men?" He nodded again with an annoyed his and snarl. "What is his problem?!"

"He paid off the debt and marriage contract for a girl from one of houses last year." He mumbled. "Pretty girl. Really nice nails and eyes. But he came back demanding to be given my sister when he didn't get what he wanted."

Your nose wrinkled in disgust. "That's disgusting! Who does that?"

His eyes widened in surprise before he scowled again. "That's what I keep saying but no one ever listens to my opinions!"

"They should! That guy's a creep and a pervert! He literally just tried to kidnap me! Who does that guy think he is?!"

"That's what I said! Who does that?!"

"A disgusting degenerate troglodyte who doesn't have enough balls in his body to even fight back against a real man!"

"EXACTLY!!" 

"YOU'RE DOING THEM A FAVOR SCARING HIM OFF!! ESPECIALLY FOR YOUR SISTER!! I BET SHE'S GRATEFUL AT LEAST!! I WISH I HAD A BROTHER LIKE YOU BACK IN MY VILLAGE!!"

"YES!! FINALLY SOMEONE ELSE SEES THIS!!" It was SO good to finally have someone besides his sister agree with him!! Even if it was another woman. "I MENTION THAT BUT THEY DIDN'T PAY ME!!"

"THEY'RE MISSING OUT!! HERE!! I'LL PAY YOU FOR KEEPING ME SAFE!!"

'EXACT-....." He paused. "Wait. What?"

A shiny gold coin was held up from the bench. "Here. I know it's not much, but it's all I have and you did protect me even if it was unintentionally. So consider this payment."

The gold coin glittered bright and fancy in his face which made his eyes go wide seeing it. "Where did you get that?"

"I happened to find it after someone rich dropped it. I was going to use it to buy medicine for my friend but since I'm pretty sure I can get it for free now anyways, you should take it for your services."

She was... willingly paying him? For something he didn't do for her benefit anyways? "....Tch. Keep it." He pushed her arm away. "I have the money I need from the idiot I thrashed just now. I don't need your pitiful money when I didn't even do anything for you anyways.''

"Well then what if I hire you?"

"Excuse me?"

You smiled. "That man's still out there. He could come back looking for me so why don't I pay you to stay with me just until my train comes?" He rose a suspicious brow. "I'm serious. You don't even have to talk or anything. It'll only be for a few hours anyways, and you can have this as payment. Here. I'll even give it to you in advance so you know I'm serious." Again you held up the coin. "So what do you say?"

He hesitated but he couldn't deny it wasn't tempting. Gold even for a Kizuki was valuable....HE COULD BUY DAKI THAT HAIR PIN SHE ALWAYS WANTED WITH THAT!! It would make her so happy! And she would look so beautiful in it! And all he had to do was sit here and play bodyguard for this girl for just a few hours? That was probably the easiest job he was given. Hmm. Well he didn't have anything else to do for now, and his sister could survive without him for a little while. You blinked when the coin was just snatched from you hand to be examined closely by blue eyes... before he bit down on it between his teeth. And seemed satisfied enough to hum.

"Alright. But don't expect me to be nice and make small talk."

"I don't expect you too." You smiled and gestured to the bench next to you. "Come sit down."

He blanked. "What?"

"I said sit down. It'll be a while so you might as well sit down. You'll get tired just standing up the whole time." You smiled wider. "It's ok. I don't bite."

.....he slowly blinked. "O-Oh...Ok."

He took almost twenty minutes shuffling about and lowering himself to sit on the very far side of the bench away from you but that's fine. You won't make him sit closer to you if that made him uncomfortable. Most of the wait was silent other than a few people walking by and the buzz of the crowds behind you that didn't slow down in the slightest despite the long hours of the night. You almost nodded off a few times but woke yourself up with a start every time. You HAD to do this. For Rui. You thought you caught Gyutaro looking at you ever so often but every time you looked over he would be looking the other direction. The sleep deprivation must getting to you. It must've been near morning when you heard it. That sounds you were waiting for.

WWWWWOOOOOOO WOOOOOOOO-!!!!!

It made you gasp and nearly fall down off the bench as a metal beast steamed into the station and stopped with a wheeze letting steam out everywhere. This was it! You could get medicine for Rui!! Forgetting Gyutaro behind you, you ran towards the train sitting in the station along with a slew of other people. Up the steps and into the nearest car you did nearly tripping on your kimono and faceplanting as you did.

"ENMU- AH!!" You slipped grabbing onto a nearby seat to yank yourself back up on tired legs, getting a few weird looks from some people getting off past you. "Dammit!! ENMU!!! WHERE ARE YOU?!" You shouted looking up at the ceiling of the car. Dammit! You only had a limited time before you had to get off. Where was that perverted demon?! "EN!! MU!!" You jumped up and down and even kicked a seat in your growing frustration. "DAMMIT!! COME OUT HERE OR ELSE!!"

"There's no need for violence, Begonia.~" You whipped around meeting teal eyes. "I'm right here. My, my what a surprise. I wasn't expecting to see you again so soon.~ How's -"

Before he could even finish you had grabbed him by the front of his coat, yanked him down, and growled in his face. "Give me some more medicine for Rui and NOW!! He's running another fever and I already wasted enough time trying to get it for him!!"

"Hm. Well why didn't you just say so?~" A bottle was held up with blueish pills and jiggled at you. "I took the Liberty of keeping this in my pocket on the off chance we crossed paths again." He still kept up the smile even as the bottle was snatched from his hands. "Now these need to be given in small doses. Only give him one per fever and make sure he doesn't take them on an empty stomach."

"OH THANK THE GODS!! HE'S SAVED!!" You had to get this back to Rui and NOW!!

"Yes.~ Aren't you feeling thankful?" He tilted his cheek at you. "Doesn't it make you want to thank me?~"

"Thanks, Enmu! I owe you one later!" He blinked as something pushed past him and a second later saw your form hop off the train. 

".....Hm. That's the thanks I get for keeping medical practice on me."

Meanwhile you were happily stumbling and smiling like an idiot happily clutching the bottle in your hand and running your way off the train. "I HAVE IT!" You yelled at Gyutaro who for some odd reason had stuck around to watch you hold in the air excitedly. "I got the medicine!!"

"Good for you...I guess?" He was unsure of how to react when you stopped in front of him happily heaving and smiling like an idiot. 

"This is great! I have to-...I-I have to get back to Rui now and he'll be ok! This is the best news I've had in days!"  You were so happy you could kiss someone!!...In fact- Gyutaro was not prepared when out of your sleep deprived mind you grabbed his cheeks and something soft smashed into his face for a brief moment. "MWAH!! THIS IS GREAT! I OWE YOU ONE FOR THE HELP LATER!!" 

With one last giggle you looked at the bottle again and ran off leaving him standing there. Blue eyes bugged out of him mind with his hand paused in the middle of scratching at at his chest...When his teeth stuttered against one another...

"....EH?!"

Meanwhile in a different part of the district there was a different room with different colors, with fancier furniture, with beautiful inhabitants, with a certain woman studying her reflection in the mirror. But she paused when a strange sensation came over her. She felt a beating of a heart but it wasn't her heart. She paused in applying her makeup to glance at her chest before groaning and reaching up a lipstick back to her lips.

"Great. Looks like it finally happened. Brother finally got lost in a pretty face and fell. Just when I thought it was going to be a peaceful year. Oh well. It was bound to happen sooner or later surrounded by dozens of women....She had better be worth the trouble."

[sillylittlegay]

Resident Evil – Oneshot [Leon Scott Kennedy X GN!Reader]

Pronouns used for Reader; They/Them

Warnings; Panic attack, Mentions/Thoughts of Injury/Death/Kidnapping

Summary; Leon comes home to his partner late at night after a long mission and realizes that they're not there, he panics thinking something happened to them when in Reality they had just been out with friends.

Authors Notes; wanted to make this Angst, decided against it because I thought that this man has had enough trauma in his life, now it has a happy ending and just passages of Leon having mental illness.

Kinda on the shorter side since a) I wanted to get This out faster because I'm currently working on two other oneshots and this one was just a really short idea I had and b) I needed to write a tad bit of comfort because I was thinking of Leon during the time in-between re2 and re4 and how much he had to go through (he needs a hug fr)

During his whole life Leon never thought he'd end up with having to go on days long missions that end in him coming home at one in the morning. Only a few years prior he had thought he'd get to sit in the RPD all day long, catch criminals and come home to a cold flat with maybe a cat waiting for him. To be brutally honest, Leon didn't think that he'd end up as a Special Agent that fights against mutated, infected freaks for a living. Not that he was complaining, for all the working close to death the job paid good. Good enough for him to afford the whole flat by himself and still be able to get himself everything he wanted.

But god knew his partner, and roommate, sure as hell didn't let him pay the rent. Leon kept on insisting that he wouldn't mind the paying, saying that it wouldn't even hurt his pocket one bit, yet they were stubborn enough to not care. Leon smiled. He was glad he had found someone that truly understood him and still agreed to dating him. If he didn't know better he'd say they did it for the money, but due to all their bickering about paying rent and getting upset at him when he bought them expensive gifts for no reason he knew that they truly loved him. Even though he had his flaws – many at that.

Leon got his keys out as he approached the Appartment building, wondering which of their neighbours had left their lights on as he unlocked the entrance door. He actually disliked living in a huge apartment block, but in today's economy he couldn't really choose, though he could probably just buy a house. He had to be able to get everywhere in the city fast though, so living further outside – as much as he wanted to – would be an issue. He would probably have to ask Hunnigan or someone else about getting him off the call list for immediate reply. He noted that he should've done that when he started dating again, yet he hadn't been bothered at the time. The second he got into a relationship though, things had become a lot more difficult.

Inside the building Leon contemplated whether he was going to take the elevator or not. He was tired and didn't want anything more than to slip under the covers of the bed he shared with his partner and sleep, but the fear of being stuck in an elevator this late at night got the better of him. He took the stairs up to the floor his apartment was on. He had never been someone who was afraid of small spaces, let alone elevators, but due to his many, many times being stuck in one and the horrors he had faced in small passages both somewhat made him shiver. He still wasn't scared, he wouldn't say that, he just had a strong dislike and tried his best to avoid them as best as he could. Plus he didn't mind the extra cardio he got through climbing the stairs. Though this was more like a simple morning exercise than an actual workout for Leon. Still, once on his floor he could feel the effects of it in his legs. The slight burning made him remember that he had been on his feet for a long time already, he really should've taken the elevator. Things couldn't be changed though and Leon was already at the apartment door, carefully unlocking it, trying his best to stay quiet as to not wake the only person that truly mattered to him personally.

The apartment was quiet, after all it was the middle of the night – Leon knew that the sleep schedule of his partner was surprisingly healthy, even though they loved staying up late. He quickly stashed away his shoes, not noticing that one pair was missing, and hung his jacket right beside his other one. He frowned for a moment, wondering why his partners jacket was nowhere to be found. In the end he just decided that they had thrown it over the couch again, as they often did when they couldn't wait to get into bed. Yet upon walking through the small living room Leon once again was taken aback by their jacket missing. He now hurried to the shared bedroom, not actually caring about whether or not he was being too loud anymore.

Leon stopped all his movement once he saw the bed, without his partner in it, untouched. The pillows neatly sat beside each other, the blankets laid flatly on the matrace like all their fluffiness had been pushed out – Leon overanalyzed the whole bed to find any hints of it having been used. He had to come to terms with his partner not being at home, without any notice towards him. His hurried steps took him to the little planner his partner used to keep track of any meetings or events they had going on, not finding anything that would excuse their absence. His mind was running wild already, thinking about all the ways they could have possibly been injured – maybe they were at the hospital, maybe they were at someone else's house, Leon didn't even want to think about it. Besides, they knew he was coming home today. He had told them a few hours ago while he was still busy with noting down the important parts of what happened on the mission. Nothing explained why they weren't home.

He hastily took note of their phone hanging on the charger in the kitchen, frantically searching the entire flat for any signs of a fight. Leon wouldn't be able to forgive himself if he found out his partner had been kidnapped. He checked every window, every door, every corner, nothing gave him information of the whereabouts of them. He sat down on the couch, head on his knees, hands pressed to the back of his neck. It slowly dawned on him how many possibilities there were why they weren't home. His mind was filled with images of his partner being taken away, hurt or worse, killed. He didn't even notice that he started sobbing, only taking a second to realize once he felt the tears hit his knees. It didn't distract him for long, instead panic took him over once again. He wanted to search the flat a second time, maybe he had missed something, maybe this was just a bad dream and they were eight beside him, but he stopped himself, unable to move from his spot. He froze up, his nails digging into the flesh of his neck, Leon didn't even register the pain. He sat there for what felt like an eternity, beating himself up for not being able to protect even one person – the one person that still mattered to him at that.

In his panic and through his sobs Leon didn't hear the door unlock. They heard him immediately though. Rushing to his weeping figure, softly loosening his hands from his neck, taking them into their own instead. Leon took a while to notice. Once he did, he wrapped his arms around his lovers waist tightly, pulling them into him, not wanting to ever let go. His face was squashed against their shoulder, tears starting to get soaked into the fabric of their shirt. They softly ran their hands through his hair in a soothing matter, lowly humming one of Leon's favourite songs, knowing both would help him calm down.

»Thought I lost you...« The taller mumbled against his lovers shoulder after regaining enough stability to trust his voice again. »'m sorry baby my friend called, she had a shit time and I went to hers without leaving a note. I'm here now, I'm sorry.« The mumbled back, pressing a soft kiss onto the others head. Leon somehow pressed himself further against his partner, almost as if he'd die if he was even just an inch away from them. »'s fine just... Leave a note if that happens again...« Leon managed to huff, smiling softly once he felt the other nod and heard their soft hum.

After a while the two agreed to finally get ready for bed, though Leon clung to his partner the whole time, making everything a bit difficult. He had chosen to completely stay by his lovers side the whole night, wanting to absolutely make sure nothing would happen, and they let him, holding his hand while falling asleep against his chest. Leon on the other hand stayed awake a bit longer, partially because he couldn't sleep, partially because he wanted to protect the other.

Plus he could never get enough of his lovers peaceful face when sleeping.

[hyper-newt]

Comet Hook devlog #3

First prototype done !!!

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Other devlogs : 1 - 2- 3

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New devlog !!!

I finished the prototype and you can play it :)

(it is bad though, but that's the point ! i can see what works and what doesn't)

Here's what new down below :o

So first, i'm sorry for the lack of devlogs, I actually finished the prototype a month and a half ago, but I needed to tweak some stuff before releasing it. And uh college stuff and I had to study. But I have a break right now so here we are :)

I wanted to lock in to finish the prototype, it is quite rushed but it helps to fail faster. That's why I removed a bunch of animation and simplified some stuff so i could work more on the gameplay loop (and now it's your problem >:) ).

And so, here are some notable changes : (also some gif are from old builds of the game, so stuff are a bit different on the public prototype)

Fusing comets ! Replaces having multiple comets at the same time (Having multiples comets should be an upgrade, but heh too lazy to code it)

There's three type of upgrade right now :

D -> Defense (bunch of extra health)

A -> Attack (extra health + extra damage)

S -> Speed (extra health + extra speed)

The little number under the letter is its health. So when you hit a fish with the comet, only the first upgrade will be hurt.

You can have up to three upgrades at once.

Catch multiple fishes

Catching multiples fishes at the same time grants you a bigger and stronger comet ! Isn't that cool ? But now if you do bad at the minigame, it will end (you can see the fish health at the right, and yours at the left).

Also fishes stay stunned for a limited time now, so you can't catch all of them at the same time

The Shop

I will not speak about how it looks

But anyway, take a comet, throw it in the sell box, and take an item like a comet and throw it in the buy box ! easy

And if you want money outside of selling, there's some gold fishes swimming around that you can KILL for money <3

Mini bosses

You see these little red orbs ? Destroy all the fishes around it and it will be unlock.

Attack it again, and !!! A miniboss !!!

Catch them all and you'll finish the level

A map to explore with upgrades

These little thingy make you stronger (health, speed and attack), collect them !

An actual boss ! (no spoilers hehe)

niark niark you'll have to suffer through the whole prototype

Now that the prototype is done, here are my thougths on it

I think it's a bit too hard and not that much intuitive, it also doesn't feel that much like a fishing game :/

The fishing minigame is also kinda boring, but that's because I didn't bother coding something smart. Though I think I can make it better in an other way.

I'm not a big fan of the gameplay loop, having to fight some minibosses could be cool but the way I did it doesn't really work

And finally comets can get annoying ! At the end you have too much of them and that's a waste of performance + no one will go get the comets they left behind, so I do need to work on it.

I go a bit more in depth in the itch.io description :

So I'll make another prototype (but I'll remove the boss at the end, it isn't worth it for a prototype, but for a demo sure! )

And for the youtube video version of these devlogs, I learning to write music to not rely on copyrighted content but it takes time :(

Anyway I hope you'll still have fun playing it though (three out of four people that tried the game liked it, that's neat)

Next devlog will be about another game, I want to try out some other games idea. I hope to be able to release it in a month or less, depends how I'm feeling (im sick of coding, drawing is easier and I can't even do that because it goes against the idea of prototyping argh !!!)

Thank you for reading this devlog and have a good day

bye byeeeee!!!!