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smut-n-more · 13 days ago
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                        Stan/Kyle 
                 ♡Submissive Stan♡
"Dude you're an ass!" Stan laughs as they stumble into Kyles room, Kyle already throwing off his ushanka and stan falling back on the bed.
"Oh yeah?" there was a hint of challenging in Kyles tone as he joins Stan on the bed, helping him pull off his jacket- the only sound was some heavy breathing from the excitement of anticipation of what was to come and the rustling of clothing.
Stan takes a position between Kyles legs on the bed, looking eager and excited, his eyes with that slight glazed over shine he gets.
"Hm? Wanna suck?" Kyle questions, freeing himself from his boxers and sighs at the feeling of being free and not restrained in his usual pair of nice dress pants. Stan nods eagerly and reaches out to touch.
"Nuh uh-" Kyle stops his hand, "Lean forward and open up."
Stan gives Kyle a pleading look, "Kyle come on don't-"
"I said open." Kyles voice held a commanding tone, making Stan listen with no hesitation and open up, letting his tongue loll out of his mouth in front of the redhead, extra saliva threatening to spill out  as it watered at the idea of having Kyle in his mouth.
Kyle looks at him happily "That's what I wanted-"
He takes the head of his cock, a bead of precum already built up on it, and slaps it onto stans tongue, pulling it away when Stan tries to close his mouth around the head.
"If you're that desperate you can beg then."
Stan fucking hated this. He hated when Kyle had him at his most vulnerable and made him beg like a pathetic whore. But at the same time, the idea to be a stupid whore for Kyle really was appealing to Stan. He sighs and looks at the tempting cock just inches from his needy mouth- "god damn me and my oral fixation" he mutters.
"Please? Can i suck your cock?" Stan asks simply
"Is that all you got? Come on! I want actual begging."
if there was one thing Kyle hated it was half assed things. Stan knew he'd never get away that pathetic of an attempt at begging but he figured it was worth the try.
"Fuck please! I want you in my mouth I need you to fuck my throat and let me make you feel good!" Stan begs in a drawn out whine.
"That's better. Open." Kyle was rather smug as he watched Stan take the 3 inches he could fit in his mouth. "Oh come on- take some more."
Stan locks eyes with Kyle for a few moments before focusing on the task at hand, feeling drool running down his chin and his gag reflex already threatening to act up. Stan shoves his head down a bit farther before pulling up and choking.
"Do I really need to do everything?" Kyle sighs, grabbing Stan by his hair and forcing him back down.
Stan whines around Kyles cock as the redhead bucked his hips a small bit, warning Stan of what was to come.
Kyle gripped the submissive mans hair tighter and went to town- his hips pushing his cock farther and farther down Stans throat as he chokes and whines while trying to pull free from Kyle.
"Shit I really don't wanna cum this fast-" Kyle groans. They were both rather inexperienced still and new to sex so still came rather quickly. Kyle releases Stan and sees the tears in his eyes as he tries to catch his breath.
"Breathe Stan- I'm sorry- I think I went too rough-"
"More."
That single word was spoken with more determination than Kyle has ever heard from Stan before.
"W-What?" He was still rather confused- Stan wanted more of that? But it looked like it hurt like a bitch- or at least wasn't the most fun thing to do.
"I want more of you!" Stan whines, crawling back up onto the bed, his dick already standing tall, soaked with precum that was dripping. Kyle looked down and seen a puddle on the floor of precum.
"Shit dude- that really worked you up that much?" he lets out a slight laugh while going to grab the lube and a condom from his night stand.
"Thank god my mom doesn't search my room any more-" Kyle mutters, climbing back onto the bed and  hitching Stans legs over his shoulders.
"Alright- Lets see here. You hold this." Kyle hands Stan the condom and pours some lube on his fingers, moving it about in his hands to warm it for Stan. Sure he was rough on Stan sometimes but he still loved the guy and didn't want to put cold lube on him.
"Are we thinking degradation or do you want to your praise?" Kyle asks, seeing how Stan wanted the tone of this session to be as he presses the lube against Stans bare hole, causing him to ever so slightly clench.
"Praise?" Nothing made Stans head go emptier than some good old praise.
"Mh we can do that tonight." Kyle hums, sticking one finger in. Stan lets out a small gasp.
"I always forget how long your fingers are."
They may be thin, but Kyles fingers could reach Stans spot just right. Kyle takes a moment to poke around, trying to re-find the prostate.
When Stan lets out an unholy moan and arcs his back, Kyle knew he had found it.
"Knew it was there somewhere-" He mutters, starting to prod at that singular spot. "Think you can cum untouched? Hm? Can a good boy do that for me?"
Stan whines and cries, already feeling like it was all too much, his dick twitches, begging to be touched.
"I don't wanna cum yet-" He whimpers
"Too bad. Be good for me and Cum-" Kyle punctuates every word with a hit to Stans prostate. He almost screams out as his back curves and his legs start to tremble as cum spurts onto his stomach.
Kyle grins, "There we go good boy. I knew you could do it." He takes a moment to grab a shirt laid on the bed to wipe off the cum before grabbing Stan and quickly flips him over.
"I think you're warmed up enough." Kyle hums, spreading the small bit of precum over his dick. "You think your ready?"
"Please!"
Stans plead was desperate and followed by a drawn out mix of a whine and moan.
Kyle gently guides himself into Stan.
"Maybe I should have loosened you up more?" Kyle asks aloud, waiting for Stan to protest at the insertion. "No? You good?"
Stan was too fucked out to care. All he cared about was his boyfriends cock going deep enough to hit his prostate.
"More more deeper pleaseeee!" Stan cries, trying to get the redhead to push more in. Kyle minds his whines and pushes in a bit quicker than usual.
Its slow at first, gently rocking back and forth to ease the dark haired boys whines and need.
"Faster- harder-" It wasn't long before Stan was crying and moaning out orders.
It was a vulgar sight of Kyle stroking Stans leaking cock while pounding into him. Stan was pinned under Kyles full weight as he whined and sobbed, his pleas to cum getting louder and louder.
"Nuh uh sweetheart. Be good and let me cum first." Kyle coos in his ear. "But you're doing such a good job so far. You're a perfect little hole for me."
Kyles hips jerk roughly and slam into Stan while he reaches climax. Stans eyes roll back into his head and his body spasms as he cums all over the bed sheets below him.
Kyle pulls out and smiles, "You did so good hon. Lets get cleaned up and change the sheets hm?"
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princessofangiemania · 5 months ago
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𝑺𝒖𝒄𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝑺𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚: 𝑰 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒇𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝑺𝑷 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝑾𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒑𝒂𝒅-𝒆𝒔𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚
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First and foremost, I would like to apologise for my inactivity ;w; I've been so focused on school, it was HECTIC and boy do I have a lot of success stories, this being one of them. So start of the school year, I wasn't planning on manifesting a boyfriend. I just wanted good grades, beauty and stuff. Long yapping session ahead!!
I was friends with this guy. Our whole friendship started because I was bored and wanted to play cupid (He liked another girl). So I was talking with him a lot, I was his right-hand woman. But this guy, he's not fond of making first moves but the girl isn't either. Long story short, he got rejected they didn't end up together. Let's call my SP "Coco" for good measure. You thought that was the end of it and we just remained friends? Wrong, I started developing feelings for him and womp womp (I actually thought he was physically attractive when I first saw him but backed off when I saw he liked another girl because I wasn't that attached yet). An even funnier story, we're in a four-person friend group. (2 boys and 2 girls), the other two are a couple. So our friend-group was more like a double date if we did end up together. Since my 18th birthday party was coming up, I had to pick a partner for the cotilion. And I picked him (He was convinced) and I even proposed a solo. So while we were practicing, we had lots of moments and I'm pretty clumsy, you can pretty much imagine that. There came our field trip. And it was mostly water sports. After that, we were all given free time to play in the pool for about two hours. I began carrying people randomly and they started doing the same to me. I actually carried Coco too and of course he carried me too. Around dismissal, I switched places with the other guy in our friend group and sat next to him. Average romance anime cliche moment, I fell asleep on his shoulder. To fast forward through, I confessed to him but he gave me a "You deserve better, I love you as a friend" but not a definite no. The rejection is implied but what does our LOA Barbie girlie do? We persist. That time wasn't the best, I was more than awkward around him but all I thought was, "This is for the plot" over and over again.
Like a Wattpad love story, it started picking up on the day of my 18th birthday, when we sang Photograph. Not relevant? It played our part in 18 Roses (In Philippine culture, it is customary for a girl to dance with 18 bachelors to signify her coming of age). And of course, I just had to experience all the cliche moments like him holding an umbrella over me, carrying my bag, going to get ice cream, walking somewhere and exchanging longing glances when the other wasn't looking and it all came down to a pool party we had when the school year ended. I got drunk (My dumbass thought the punch was orange juice and filled my cup all the way through) and I was just mostly chilling by the jacuzzi because of it. Coco over here, if we weren't hogging the karaoke machine, we were just chilling in the jacuzzi by ourselves (And the annoying pick-me girl of the class occasionally) and when I got too drunk, apparently I asked if I could hug him and for the last 2 hours or so, I was just hugging him. It was weird because Coco would usually join water sports going on in the other pool but he decided to just chill with me.
Before we got together, just like how I would write a wattpad fanfiction, there was the mandatory angst misunderstanding. The confession was really something. Sparks Fly by Taylor Swift was playing in the background and we became an official couple at exactly 12 midnight. Now, we're in a happy and loving relationship! Honestly, I was scared of what he'd be like in a relationship (Cuz I thought he wouldn't give me what I needed, E.G. princess treatment) but since I persisted and said to myself that what I wanted would always be given to me, I'm proud to say I'm dating a guy who practically worships the ground I walk on, not afraid to show his affection and respectful. I could go on and on about how good my relationship is how he treats me so well but I'd save you all the sappy stuff.
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venusloveslobotomies · 2 years ago
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Wsg wsg, I was hoping for a Professor Chaos x reader x Mysterion, or a Vic Chaos x reader x (p.c.) Kenny
Either works as long as you’re comfortable, and if you’re not that’s totally okay!
Tyty xo
Professor Chaos x femReader x Mysterion
⚠️NSFW WARNING⚠️ please be aware! i cannot control who interacts with my posts so use your best judgement and proceed at your own risk. people have been jumping into the SP fandom complaining about age and friendly reminder that ALL of my works are aged up to 18-20s.
You hadn’t been in South Park all that long. You moved for some peace and quiet away from the big city, however South Park may have just been the worst choice.
Regardless, you were still enjoying your time, attending your classes and working part time. You’d made a few friends so far, however you’d had no luck in the dating scene. Most of the boys your age were too loud or too conservative or just plain not your type. Turns out, it wouldn’t be too much longer until you’d get your fill of love.
Finishing work, you’d gotten changed at home before heading out to the gas station for snacks and drinks. It was your usual routine, which considering it was about 11pm, probably wasn’t the smartest idea. Who knew who was watching you every night?
You headed home, tote bag slung over your shoulder. You went down the main street before turning down a side street. It was still well-lit, however the alleys criss-crossing your path that ran behind businesses were didn’t have such good visibility. Hence why you didn’t quite see the figure on the corner until you passed it.
“Hi, sweetheart.” You tensed and tried to decide whether to stop or keep moving. This falter gave him time to catch up and walk alongside you, “Pretty gal like you shouldn’t be out so late. What’re ya doin’ runnin around in the dark?” When you met his eyes, you noticed the distinct eye of your classmate Leopold. Clouded grey with a deep scar running over the center. However, your usually shy, reserved classmate was dressed… strangely. His face was partly covered in a silver crown… or helm? Was that the word? And a thick aqua jacket and slacks.
“Just… uhhh. Getting my groceries.” You stuttered slightly, not used to the domineering personality he seemed to have now.
“Well now, that’s not the best idea. Isn’t it a bit too late to be makin a grocery run?”
“I guess so, but I work too late to be going earlier.” You’d finally stopped under a streetlamp to speak more politely. You hadn’t really noticed how tall he was before, nor the lean muscles that showed through his clothes. It was definitely making you blush despite the alarm bells ringing in your head.
As he began to speak again, he was interrupted by another figure that lithely landed between the both of you, seemingly out of nowhere.
“Good evening, Chaos. Luring pretty girls astray again?” The cloaked man spoke in a low husky voice that you couldn’t quite place.
“Get outta my face.” Butters growled, stepping forward to confront the new person. This could be your opportunity to escape, but the intrigue kept you rooted in place.
“Do you need an escort home? I’m Mysterion.” He turned to you and offered a charming grin and an arm, “You don’t want to be hanging around a villain like Professor Chaos.”
Your mouth opened slightly, unsure how to cope with two very gorgeous men arguing over you.
“Mysterion, let’s speak in private a moment? Now?” Professor Chaos spoke through gritted teeth.
“Just a moment, princess.” Mysterion shot you a wink before following Butters a few feet away. You didn’t catch much but ‘share’, ‘be fair’ and your name. They stood for a moment in silence, seeming to reach an agreement about… something.
You weren’t exactly sure how you’d been sweet talked into following them, under the impression of some sort of date happening. This was possibly the strangest thing that had ever happened to you but you were missing the hijinks of living in a busy city. And maybe you were kind of attracted to both of them and the loneliness of being a new place had weakened your resolve.
As with everywhere in South Park, it wasn’t too far a walk, however before you could know where you were going, they stopped abruptly.
“So, sweetheart. I gotta ask you a favor.” Mysterion spoke softly, tracing your arm gently, “We can’t exactly have you knowing where either of us work. So… if I can cover your eyes?” He presented a beanie with a sheepish grin. This was a one-way street to get kidnapped but again, your brain was slowly being turned to mush by the attention of these two. Your mind screamed at you to stop and run but you found yourself nodding and allowing Mysterion to pull the beanie down over your eyes. One of them picked you up and began walking. You turned two corners but that was all you could take notice of before you heard a lock click and the wind was no longer brushing your skin. Down a flight of stairs, then another, before you were set down and could see again. Surprisingly, it was a simple kitchen. Mysterion was already helping himself to coffee, asking if you wanted one. You nodded and dropped your bag. Chaos was tracing shapes on your bare arm and it made you shiver as you took the mug from Mysterion. What the hell was happening and why were you ok with it.
They asked you lots of questions about yourself, slowly moving into flirty territory as you went along. Your speech was becoming more and more stuttered as they leaned in, seemingly entranced by your hesitant answers. Mysterion got up, giving Chaos a strange, subtle signal you clearly weren’t meant to notice. He left, mentioning he was looking for something. Chaos made strong eye contact with you and you blushed, looking away, not before becoming aware of the smirk growing on his face. Before you could react he was next to you, tilting your face to meet his. Your lips dropped open slightly in shock as he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours. He was gentle, but still strong. You melted into his touch after a few seconds and as soon as you submitted to the situation, he pulled you out of your seat and against his body, one hand still resting on your jaw and the other gripping your waist. Your hands rested on his chest and he slowly became more aggressive with his kisses, beginning to bite at your lower lip, demanding you open wider. When you did, his tongue slid in, entangling itself with yours. You tried to suppress the moan rising in your chest but as his hand slid down to squeeze your ass, it just slipped out. The sound was met with a growl from him and he tightly pressed your hips into him. His hips bucked slightly against your stomach and it sent butterflies all over your body. He pulled away, a string of saliva still connecting your lips. He grinned, something mischievous glowing in his eyes. He pulled off your shirt and you tensed at the cold that hit you.
Pressing kisses from your jaw down to your chest, he ran his thumbs teasingly softly over your bra, slowing as they met your nipples. You hissed at the sensation and he licked your collarbone before biting into the soft spot where your neck met your shoulder. You cried out, eliciting another growl from your classmate.
Suddenly, a pair of hands gripped your hips from behind and pulled your ass to meet something hard. The other side of your neck was attacked in the same manner of licking, kissing and biting. You were getting wetter by the minute, pinned between the two most gorgeous boys you’d ever seen.
You felt your bra unclip from behind and fall to the ground. Mysterion’s hands gently gripped your breasts and teased your nipples excruciatingly gently. Chaos knelt down in front of you, kissing and licking down your abdomen as he ran his hands up and under your skirt to play with your underwear and squeeze your ass.
“Such a pretty gal. So soft and submissive for us.” He licked his lips and you whined. You felt a laugh against your neck as Mysterion seemed to get even more intense with his hands on your chest. Your whining cut off into a gasping moan as Chaos ran his thumb over your clothed clit.
“She’s so wet already. What a good girl.” He chuckled and slowly dragged his thumb from your slit to your clit over and over again. Meanwhile, Mysterion gripped your neck and pulled your head backwards to rest on his shoulder.
“Best idea you’ve had in a while, Professor Chaos. She’s a gem. Aren’t you just so pretty?” He pressed a soft kiss to your cheek and flattened his hand against your stomach, pulling you flush against his body. You tried your best to restrain the sounds begging to be released. It couldn’t last for long.
“No one can hear you, princess. You should really make those pretty sounds for us if you want us to keep going.” Mysterion’s husky voice really just did something to you that you couldn’t explain. You weren't going to have a choice as Chaos tore off your panties and hitched up your skirt to slide his tongue into you. A strangled, breathy moan escaped you and spurred him on and he continued to lick and suck your dripping core. Your mews and whines continued, slowly rising in volume. Mysterion tilted your face sideways to meet his eyes.
"Look at me, sweetheart." He growled lowly and used your ass to grind his erection into. This really just began to undo you and as you struggled to maintain eye contact, you could feel your climax knotting in your belly. They seemed to notice your heightened state and released you from their grips. Chaos standing up and carefully removing his clothes. As Mysterion let you go to copy him, you almost slid to the ground, not expecting the sudden lack of stimulation. You caught yourself and found yourself stepping back to lean against the table and let your eyes wander over their bodies. They both had lean muscles that were easy to see but not over the top. And they were both tall and... big. Too big for you, you worried. But you were willing to try. Mysterion kept his mask on while Chaos took his helm off. You could see Mysterion's golden blonde hair though as he approached you and pulled you into him. Your legs were jelly and your body was putty in his hands.
He kissed you roughly and rolled his hips against yours to grind his dripping cock against your stomach. You tangled your hands in his hair and pushed yourself against him as tightly as you could. A dark chuckle bubbled from his lips as he felt your wetness against him.
"Use your words, baby. Consent is key." He smirked against your lips.
"Please."
"Please, what?"
"Please, fuck me."
"Yes ma'am." He grinned and slid his cock into you painfully slowly. He lifted your leg to rest on his waist and he began thrusting, pulling whines and cries from your mouth. As his pace picked up, his hand gripped your leg so hard you were sure there would be perfect fingerprint bruises tomorrow. The low moans that poured from him only made you wetter and closer to your climax.
He suddenly slowed down and pressed a chaste kiss to your lips before calling out for Chaos.
"You wanna finish her off?" He shot you a smirk as you groaned in displeasure due to the sudden stop.
"Course I do. Can't let ya have all the fun." Professor Chaos took his place, eyes roaming your body in the dirtiest way possible. He took the slick from your pussy to wet his cock. You wondered how he was coping with the evidently painful erection. "You ready, darlin'?" You nodded, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him roughly, practically begging him with that kiss. He started hard and fast, lips still locked with yours as his hips snapped against yours in a subtly unsteady rhythm. His moans were more like growls as he held the nape of your neck, watching your face contort in pleasure. He used his other hand to rub his thumb over your clit. It was hard but not too fast. Just enough pressure and speed to make the knot begin to tighten quicker than before.
"I'm close, I'm close." You breathed out, digging your fingernails into his shoulders, panting as you shook with pleasure and anticipation.
"Good girl. Cum for me." He gripped your jaw and studied your face as you cried out and allowed your climax to wash over you, "Goddamn." He choked out, feeling your pussy tighten and spasm around his cock. His thumb continued relentlessly on your clit throughout your orgasm until you finally went limp. He pulled out and lowered you gently to the floor.
"I think I have an idea." Mysterion appeared beside his comrade and offered you a sly smirk. His hand pumped over his dick, watching you attempt to catch your breath. He seemed to be enjoying your fucked out appearance almost as much as fucking you. Chaos caught on quickly but kept his pace slower. You had your own idea, however, and pushed yourself up to take Mysterion's cock in your mouth and pushed your head down until the tip of his cock pressed against the soft spot in the back of your throat. You looked up at him with the sweetest eyes you'd ever given anyone and continued to keep your cheeks hollowed and bob your head in the quickest pace you could manage.
"Fuck, princess. So pretty and willing." He bit his lip and he bucked his hips in time with your pace until he began to falter. You could feel him twitching in your mouth and you pressed yourself further until your nose brushed his pelvis. You could hear him moaning and grunting in a strangled sort of way. You felt hot ropes drip down your throat and you swallowed quickly, multiple times as the squeezing of your throat seemed to draw out every single drop. When you pulled away, you licked your lips, surprised at just how much cum had been emptied into your mouth. He knelt down quickly to kiss you and lick the saliva from your lips. Fuck, that might've been the hottest thing that had ever happened to you.
Once Mysterion had released you, you turned your gaze upon Professor Chaos, who was definitely struggling to keep it together. That was definitely the sexiest thing he'd ever seen.
"Your turn." You shuffled on your knees to kitten lick the tip of his cock. He groaned lowly and you happily took him in your mouth, flattening your tongue against the underside of his dick and similarly sliding him all the way to the back of your throat, taking a slower pace to recover from the abuse your throat had already endured. He gripped your hair and rolled his hips slowly, taking in the view with pleasure. You offered him the same sweet gaze and he seemed to blush. Just a bit. You picked up your pace and he matched it until you were at the fastest pace you could take and you felt him getting closer and closer. Again, you applied the same trick of pressing forward to take him to the hilt and his hips jerked, finally releasing sticky, hot ropes down your throat.
"Goddamn. Shit." He stuttered out, his voice softening to its normal tone as he held your head where it was until he finished. As soon as he pulled out, he pulled you up by your arms and roughly kissed you, tasting himself in your mouth. His tongue seemed to reach all the way down your sensitive throat and you moaned softly against him.
"That was the best thing a gal has ever done to me." He admitted as he pulled out of the kiss.
"I tried." You whispered, smiling softly. Mysterion was already there with towels and you let them clean you up. Those moments afterwards you really saw the softer parts of them as they made sure you were ok and got you water.
After you'd managed to all get dressed again, it didn't take long for a soft makeout session to start, you trying to split your attention equally between the two boys. Mysterion got an evil smile at one point and pulled Chaos in for a hot and heavy kiss. You were taken aback but definitely not complaining. Unfortunately all good things must come to an end and it seemed to end all too quickly.
"We ought to take you home, doll." Chaos ran his thumb over your swollen lips and motioned with his head to Mysterion, who scooped you up. Professor Chaos picked up your bag and they began to walk out, carrying you along with them.
"Aren't you supposed to blindfold me or something." You asked.
"Now, we can't be doing that every single time." Mysterion winked and you blushed, definitely not expecting that answer.
"So, we'll be doing this again?" You asked, almost in a whisper.
"If that's what ya want, darlin'." Chaos replied. You nodded and hid your face in Mysterion's shoulder until you finally arrived home.
You offered your phone to them, indicating they should put their numbers in. Once they'd finished, you shyly kissed each of them.
"I hope I don't have to wait too long." You smiled sweetly.
"Definitely not." Mysterion elbowed Chaos and chuckled.
"But who are you, Mysterion?" He laughed a bit and lifted his mask just enough for you to see and quickly slid it back on again.
"Kenny?" You were definitely shocked. You'd never really interacted with him before and you weren't complaining that he was the secret superhero.
"See you around, sweetheart. Give us a call if you're ever in any trouble." He winked and pulled you in for a last kiss before hopping out your window.
"Well, see ya, darlin'. You ever need anyone taken care of, you know who to ask." He kissed both of your cheeks before pressing a particularly sweet one to your lips and followed Mysterion.
Definitely not what you were expecting when you moved to the small town of South Park.
i hope it was what you wanted! i was struggling a bit cause ive never really posted any smut that ive written so i really hope it was good 😭.
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dietmountaindewbae · 1 year ago
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xvii. kill kill
alex turner x reader
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piled up anonymous requests
word count: 12k
summary: part two! of velvet crowbar
warnings: ch*cking, sp*tting, v*olence, ab*se, hitt*ng, spank*ng, slapp+ng, dumb*fication, c*ck warming, edg*ng, g*n ki*k, bl*od, bru*ses. ag* g*p.
song recommendations: kill kill by lizzy grant
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"Hello Alex" It was him.
Alex's blood ran hot, pumping blood to the veins on his head, he was completely exposed to his dad who smoked a cigarette alone in the dark dramatically, "Long time no see... son" David said, but he never saw him as a father, he never took care of him, he was never there for him, he left him alone, vulnerable and unprotected, he never saw that man as his dad, he saw that man as the one who made his mom's life a living hell, at least she didn't have the luck to see what he had made of his life, "Sit" He kicked a chair for him.
"You have some massive balls to come here in the middle of the night David, but it's over for you," Alex said with confidence, standing up for himself, he palmed the bottom of the table looking for his gun.
David put out his cigarette on the floor, stepping on it and smudging it on the ground, "I've come to tell you everything Ally, so if you wanna know why I'm doin' what I'm doin' shut the fuck up and listen... there's nothin' down there, Ally, actually there's nothin' for you" Alex froze, "Yeah... you heard me, there's no money for you... there was never anything for you" His harsh words fractured his whole plan, and Alex questioned what he meant by that... what he meant by nothing.
"This was never about the money or the power, this was always about takin' everything away from you" David lit another cigarette and stared bluntly at his son, suddenly Alex was dumbfounded as he looked at his father's frown, he recognized that face he made, chin up, eyebrows pushed together, the corners of his mouth subtly smiling, and his eyes set on his, this was a posture he took whenever he outsmarted somebody, in this case, his own son, it filed his ego to be right, to prove someone wrong.
"Don't you think I know that, already?" David answered, "I'll be dead soon... and all of my money, my fame, my sign, my franchise, absolutely everything is gonna be for your brother, there were many other women before and after your mom," He chuckled, "I have no interest whatsoever in living but I had even less interest in knowing your favorite color, or your favorite cartoon, Matt..." Alex froze, when he heard the name of the boy who he shared his most cherished friendship, at that moment everything was blurry, unclear, broken, "I never did anything to him, an exceptional young man like him could be used for something bigger than you or me, see Ally... your mother was nothing without me, a simple woman that worked as a teacher with a fatherless son... I thought I could give us everything, your mother could give me a perfect family, I loved you as my own but... I lacked this feeling of being wanted, cherished even adored, and that's what Matt's mother did because your mother never did since the day that I met her, after Matt turned 18 I took him away and made his mother my wife, you knew him as your neighbor, the nice lad next door, but he's your stepbrother and let me tell you, he's nothin' like you, he's everything I wanted you to be" He smiled when he thought of him, "Your mother, she.... she was everything to me until she wasn't, she threatened to expose me and take her son with her, I didn't care about that... I cared about my reputation, so I locked her up, raised you alongside Matt this whole time... then I vanished and here we are, it's easier said than done" He kept chuckling at how easy was to tell you everything, and now slowly that was turning into ashes.
He looked at Alex, his eyes bloodshot, threatening to kill him with his hands, but first, he had to let him finish.
"Now that my will is done, and everything's in its right place, I will finally complete my life's purpose and I can become a ghost, I'll still run my hotels, Matt's just another puppet I can control, he always wanted daddy's approval, even before he found out I was his dad, he never had one living with him but that doesn't mean he never existed, I was there watching him become a bright man, just like his father and I watched you get off the rails, just like your mom, Alex, tell me how were you planning to destroy a dead man, huh? Your plan was never going to work since the beginning"
Alex sat in silence, his thoughts growing louder and louder, his rage expanding like fire and flames, he sat silent, too angry to speak, but he had just one thing to say, "If you're gonna die, I might as well kill you anyway" He choked his own father with his hands, watching his life slip away from his eyes but he still was strong enough to fight one last time pushing Alex far away.
Alex punched him with a left hook, throwing the old man's body to the floor, "I know everything about what you did to the girl" Alex froze when he mentioned the name of his most prized possession, someone that was irreplaceable, "I know every single little detail of your life Alexander, I'm taking away everything you owned after I die including the girl..." Alex closed his hand into a tight fist, punching David's face until his knuckles were bleeding, Alex stood up and watched his own father spit blood on the floor and laughing like a psychopath, "Auf wiedersehen" Time froze since the moment David took out his gun from the pocket of his black coat and fired, knocking Alex to the wooden floor, his body falling flat of the impact, he saw David standing up from the ground, bleeding and beaten up, but with his head up high heading out thru the door, his heart threatened to stop at any second, he tried to fight the uneven beating of his heart, and the sudden vertigo, but most of all, he was worried about the girl upstairs peacefully sleeping like an angel in the clouds, that was the only thought that brought him peace.
The light shines through the face of the girl, he thinks it is the most heavenly way to die, she truly is an angel that helped you go through hell, his own Virgil.
"For fucks sake..." Your eyes welled up with tears but before you could say anything else he shushed you up with his index finger, he signed you to follow behind, and he put a record to play, going around in circles, the first note hit and he felt ready to talk to you pulling you in, grabbing both of your arms and whispering on your ear.
"Listen to me" His breathing trembling, "We're not safe here, we need to go, I have another place we can stay in for a couple of nights, pack your things and we'll head out soon, don't worry about the noises that you hear, I need to do something first" You held him tightly, gripping his blood-stained shirt, holding onto him trembling like a little kitten, he soothes you rocking your bodies left to right kissing the top of your head, hearing his heart pound against your ear. You broke the hug even if it hurt and you rushed upstairs without saying another word.
Last night was an eye opener night for him, to sharpen up, keep his enemies closer, watch out for the people he trusted, to be on the lookout because somebody was slowly hunting him down, he knew by now his father was five steps ahead but he had a pawn, a card that could draw back everything and make him start from zero, and it was all in a Marlboro cigarette, he contemplated the cigarette bud, wrapped in white thin paper, the timeless brand written in gold letters, with just one fingerprint and his fresh blood, he was now on top, even if it almost costs his life, he was back, now it could be a matter of time until everything was set up.
Alex began to flip the house upside down, making sure to leave it a mess, breaking papers filled with evidence, and pictures, throwing the couch backwards, screaming and grunting, firing his gun, breaking his sculptures and his art, glass shattering, confessions, and blood, a lot of blood, if one thing should be certain, someone was murdered, and it wouldn't have been David. Alex went back upstairs looking for you, you were in a hurry stuffing Alex's clothes and putting them in bags, Alex waved his hand at you, and you quickly ran behind him back downstairs with the bags, wearing one of his sweaters, your black knee socks, and dirty converse.
"It's time, go to the car" Without looking back you quietly ran to the back of the house swinging open the garage door and throwing the bags in the car, the chauffeur dressed in black waiting for his instructions patiently, once you jumped inside you saw Alex staying back, the chauffeur locking the doors, "Wait... no, no!" Your hand slammed against the window, "Alex, what are you doing?!" You desperately tried to open the door, tears stinging your eyes.
"Take her to the ranch, be ready for the next instructions when I call you" Your eyes began to water as you heard his orders.
You climbed to the front, "No, please! Take me with you! let me stay with you, I'll follow you anywhere, I'm begging you" A knot had formed in his throat as he saw you like that, crying just like the first time he saw you, your big eyes glossy and red, he couldn't forgive himself as he told the driver to leave, he took a step back, not being able to say anything else, it broke his heart, he didn't know who to trust anymore, he only knew that you were pure and innocent, his own savior, his intentions were good and both of you knew it, but it didn't justify the fact that he was pushing away. The moment the man unlocked the doors you jumped out of the car falling, bruising your knees and arms but you went running back to the house, watching Alex wrecking it completely.
"What the fuck are you doing here?!" He yelled at you like a monster, gripping your shoulders until they were bruised, "I told you to go, I don't want you here!" He ordered.
"I don't care, I'm gonna stay with you" You hugged him tight, clinging on to him.
"No, babe," He went outside to the garage, "Listen to me" He got down to his knees, "You can't be here, I need you to understand... it's too dangerous for you to be here and you've already hurt yourself for me... I don't want you to get hurt any longer, please just go"
"But I don't wanna go anywhere else, and this little scrap doesn't hurt as much as me not being here with you, please" You begged him, suddenly the chauffeur got out of the car, he was a tall man with a big beard, his hands covered in tattoos wearing his all-black suit.
"Sir, I can take care of this" He firmly stated.
"No, Cameron I-" The man, stopped him.
"Sir, I'm not only your chauffeur and bodyguard, I owe you everything, consider this a favor in return for all of the many ones you did, I'm in deep debt with you... for everything you've done to help me and my family..." He looked at you and back at him, "Leave, I can finish up here, don't worry about anything else, your rifle is in the back" Alex shook the man's hand and grabbed yours, getting back inside the car, he took off at a high speed burning the tires, but he never once let go of your hand, the feeling of frustration had you on the verge of tears, you didn't understand anything. He almost died last night, but from now on you wouldn't let anyone or anything separate you from your one and only, it all seemed faith, but people seemed to get in the way trying to break you apart after you wanted to run away from him, now you want to run away with him wherever he took you, it was only you and him, with a rifle and a few bags in the back.
It took you almost 30 minutes to get to San Bernadino, a small almost empty city, like a ghost town but it was beautiful, going past the woods and through a lakeside, driving on a dirt road until Alex parked his car outside a big old ranch, he kindly opened the door for you and took out the bags letting your way in thru the comfy house, suddenly you heard the engine of a motorcycle start.
You went outside, covering your eyes from the light, mouthing "Where are you going?"
He got out of the bike, the wind blowing wild, lifting up his shirt, his dark glasses didn't allow you to define what was he feeling or thinking at the moment, "I need to be certain that no one is following us, please stay in the house, I'll be back in 20" He pecked your lips before he took off in his black bike.
Once inside you glanced at the bags, you didn't want to unpack them, you didn't want to give in to the thought that maybe you would stay in this ranch locked up for more than you estimated, so you cleaned it up as you babble to a song you couldn't get out of your head, you didn't want to think about the risks, what was at stake, what could happen, because anything could happen and Alex was out there, alone and unprotected, while you were sheltered, you didn't want to think about it more, you just made time cleaning, made food for whenever he arrived, you wanted to be present, show him that no matter what, you will be his own little shelter.
You tried to find comfort in organizing the house, it was beautiful with an at home studio, you wondered how Alex found this place, by the time you finished you went inside the bathroom, you had never seen a ranch quite like this before, so luxurious but vintage, the bathtub was comfy, small but two people could fit in there comfortably, it was cober, and thankfully the water was warm, you dipped your whole body inside the tub, drowning the loud and overwhelming silence, you closed your eyes and tried to picture a better life with Alex in the backyard of your own house, him playing his favorite songs on his old record player smoking a cigarette as he watches you decorate the garden with flowers, picking lilies and peonies, you found comfort in those thoughts, you bathed your whole subconscious in those ideas and you went back up to the surface, just as you were raising above you heard a noise that fractured the silence, the water splashes from the drain to the tub, you were quiet, only the sound of the water drops could be trusted, maybe that noise was in your head, but nevertheless you waited until you heard footsteps coming your way, in sync with the water drops, your breathing got stuck, and you froze when you saw him.
Bathed in a cold sweat, with every old bruise on his thick skin there was a new open one, you didn't speak, you didn't cry, you stood up and watched him so dazed and numb, bleeding, and filled with violence, you could see it in his eyes, he was sick, this revolting feeling that twisted his stomach, he was worn out, you got up from the tub, water running down your body, stepping out and approaching him, no questions asked, he tore off every other thought from his mind the moment he saw you in the tub, your hair wet and slicked back like a siren, he was a lost sailor in the deep sea.
You closed the space between you, he hugged your naked back, his hands dropping to your hips, your arms wrapped around the back of his head, his heart beating fast as you pressed yourself closer to him, you held him tight, you could feel it somehow, you broke the hug and took his hand walking him to the tub, fixing him out of his blood-stained shirt, taking it off button by button and sliding it down his bruised arms, your fingertips traced the veins that ran thru his purple bruises and the new open scars on his knuckles, now that you could see him closely, his bottom lip was torn, his left eye was punched, a little bit swollen and red, he was in a bad state, you zipped out his jeans and pulled them down along with his boxers, he kicked his shoes off and went inside the tub with you, he rests his body on top of yours, wrapping your legs and arms around him, cleaning the blood out of his body softly, "I'm glad you're here with me babe" He said, your heart warmed up, you felt that knot on your stomach detangle, now you were holding him, and he was alive, bruised up but you would take care of him.
"You don't know how much-... I was so scared" You whipped your nose, holding back the tears as best as you could, "You don't need to tell me what happened, just tell me it's gonna be ok for at least tonight, that you'll be here and we'll wake up together" You whispered to his ear.
He held your hand and nodded, "Everything's gonna be ok, I promise" You ran your hand down his arm and you looked closely at the flower tattoo on his inner arm, you traced it with your fingertips.
"Tell me about your tattoo, I love the shape of that flower," You said to him, that hint of excitement in your voice made him smile.
"It's the natal flower of my city, Sheffield... I got it in 2012, a little bit pissed but at the time I thought it was sick tha knows... like it made me a real tough mother fucker with a flower tattoo" You both laughed in unison, "But now it's just pure nostalgia, but it makes me feel close to the memories of my adolescence"
"Which is your favorite memory?"
"The day I lost my virginity" He quickly answered, you smacked your lips and he chuckled, "To be honest it was embarrassing... but it was the same day that I played a gig with my mates" You gasped.
"You were in a band?!" He hummed a yes with the cheekiest smile on his face, "So that makes me a groupie?"
"Mhm, yes babe, but you know we had a few gigs in pubs, I worked on one of them actually but our first one was in a pub called The Grapes, amazing, so exciting but I was nervous at the moment but I still wanted to do it, we weren't the best but I knew that it wouldn't kill me to try and do it," You hummed playing with his hair.
"What was the band called?"
"Arctic Monkeys, I played the guitar, Andy the bass, Cookie the rhythm guitar, and Matt..." He stayed quiet for more than a minute, gathering his memories and trying not to let his emotions get the worst of him, "He... played the drums, and he played the hell out of them, I wish you could've seen us" You could hear the nostalgia on his voice.
"I think I was in primary school at that time" Both of you laughed loudly when you reminded Alex of that age gap, but if you didn't mind it he didn't either, "I bet you guys rocked,"
"That's right, all of us grew up together, and played in the same soccer team except Jaime, I was really good at basketball as well, but you know I wasn't really a good-looking guy"
You hummed disagreeing, "I think no matter how old you are, you'd still be breaking hearts"
"Nah," He said, "I took it slow, one girl at a time, I never really knew how to express love, I knew what it was, but I wasn't sure if I could handle it, or if it would be enough, and yeah... I don't know... I never really told anyone that" You massaged his hair with your fingers.
"It's alright, baby," You said kissing his cheek, "I think I was saying that more of me than you, I'm an asshole when it comes to love, deep down I know that I'm not good enough for anyone, so I broke plenty of hearts... before I cling onto people, I know I'll disappoint them, so I much rather hate myself than making them have the wrong impression of love,"
"You know what... we could work with that," He said hopefully, "Tell me more about you, was your first time good?" He asked, making you blush with embarrassment and cover your face with both of your hands.
"It was... um... in 11th grade, I think... I met the guy outside a party, smoking some shit and he gave me some, we liked each other and we went with it, but I didn't really enjoy it, it was funny, he was sloppy but careful... and I thought I would just be straight up bad but he showed me the opposite, after that I just repeated the process, talked and once they quiet down I look at them like this" You turned his face, deeply staring at his eyes, your eyes turned from dark to doe and he smiled, kissing your lips lingeringly.
"I see what you're up to" You smiled, and changed the conversation to him.
"And you?"
He cleared his throat, "Well... after the gig we went to crack a few at Cookie's and we had a blast, at the time I was in the middle of starting a relationship with this girl that I had a crush on, neither of us wanted to admit it, but when we set it on stone, we began to date... I think it wasn't that bad, I did all of the job, trying to please her more than meself, and to impress her even if I didn't know much, she said it was good but nobody's first time is amazing" You agreed with him.
"Have you ever fallen in love?" You asked him, he turned to look at you, tracing his thumb and index down to your chin, he looked at you in the same way he looked at you when you first kissed him.
"I think I'm beginning to know what it feels like" For the longest time you had waited for those tingles in your tummy, and your cheeks to feel warm and hot, you visibly blushed and your mouth curled into a smile, because you felt it too, there was nothing more beautiful and pure than the nakedness of the heart.
"Fuck you," You said with a smile, hiding your face. He teased you trying to make you laugh by tickling your sides until he pulled your hands down, it was the first time you blushed, your cheeks painted crimson, "Don't look at me like that!" He pinned your hands down switching places to be face to face with you, "Tell me more about your little girlfriends" You switched the subject.
"Mmm, tell me about yours"
"Why would you wanna know about mine?" You crossed your arms while he stared at you darkly, knowing you couldn't be able to win the staring contest that he put you in, you began to talk, "Never had an official boyfriend, you know? it was kinda like a few months thing, flirting and you know, eventually, we just agreed to say goodbye, but the sex... what more could you ask for?" He moved closer to you, tilting his head to the side, trying to find another angle to get to you.
"Teenage angst?" He questioned.
"Yeah..." You giggled, "Being curious about the things that you like... if you like your hair to be pulled, chocking, tongue kissing, you know... that" You giggled awkwardly while he kept looking at you with a smirk.
"And what else?... did you like the stuff that you did with them? was there a guy that was remarkable?"
You hummed and smiled as you remembered, "Actually... yes," You lift your eyebrow, "He was something else, the best I had in the time, fun and adventurous, he had no shame in asking the things that I might like, asked me if I wanted to be chocked while he had his hands around my neck if I liked being called names..."
"Better than me?" His fingers trailed up your body so gently, from your knees up to your inner thigh, "Answer me"
You drew your leg back, pushing him to stay still as you crawl on top of him, "Don't act like that, he was only fun because I made him fun, I only used him because he fitted me so well..." Your tongue attacked his ear, sloppily kissing him with your open warm mouth, Alex began to feel himself giving into you, your back so soft and your kisses so wet, he could feel himself getting aroused but he didn't want to, he wanted to have complete control over you and your body, he smacked your ass roughly abruptly taking the control.
"Dirty fuckin' cunt" You smiled as he spat, your eyes made him melt when you posed them so innocent and cute.
"Did I upset you... Daddy?" You purred with a pout on your face.
"Mmm, it don't matter to me... who he was, or what he did with you, you had your fun... now it's my turn" You smile widely when you felt his head on the entrance of your cunt, you could feel it in your tummy, that same spark starting to flutter and expand all over your body, like electric shocks, "'Cause I know that deep down, you wish to be somebody else's toy" You moaned with pleasure when you felt the tip of his cock inside you, your walls contracting at the urge of more of him, "Say it," He said, looking at you with that mischievous smile, and his eyes turning evil and childish.
"Say what?" You asked, just to get him to pull your hair or choke you with his hands, but it made you earn a smack on the ass, in his hand he could fit half of your face and he squished it pulling you closer to his face, "I'm daddy's toy" You whispered very quietly.
"Again" He ordered.
With a grin, you pecked his lips and said, "I'm daddy's little toy" You wave your ass out crawling on top, "Won't you play with me?" You put his finger inside your mouth biting it.
"You're adorable" He pushed his hips, sliding all the way inside you, you gasped as chills ran up your spine, "Especially when you open your mouth just like that, to moan whenever I'm inside you, whenever daddy's cock is fucking your tight pussy, I wanna hear you gagging for just a little bit of my cum, I know how wet it makes you think about me filling you up till the very last..." You groan, your movements starting to build up, setting a pace that was harder, rocking your hips more aggressively, "You want more, you greedy fucking whore, wanting more of me cock, don't you? playin' around with me... this is what you get..." He wasn't even trying to please you, it was enough the pleasure that you gave him, you could feel his cock hardening with each time you rocked your hips, and that was enough pleasure for you.
"Mmm... Daddy please, I want you..." Watching his tough gaze was making you wetter, the danger that surrounds him, the violence, the bruises, it just made you want more even when he was cold as ice, he felt so amazing, the water turning warm as he picked up a harsh pace pulling your body forward, his face between your tits as your ass bounces against his cock, water splashing, meat crashing, your body grinding asking for more contact with his body, his bottom lip caught in between his teeth, you closed your eyes enjoying the feeling of how much he needs you, he needs you so badly that it consumes him completely, carnal lovemaking.
His movement decreased as he felt you slowly reaching your end, so he put off the flame, you whined and pulled his hair back, "Are you in touch with your darkest fantasies... desires and thoughts?" You gasped, that question made something in your heart skip a beat, and your brain clicked the pieces together, you smiled pulling your body forward, wrapping both of your arms around him.
"Why? Are you gonna make them come true?"
"Tell me what you want and you can have it" He answers fast without stuttering, looking directly into your eyes, "I wanna know what you're thinking, what's in that little head of yours" He caressed your hair with the palm of his hand, you wanted things to move quickly, just having him inside you filling you up was enough to keep you on the edge.
"Degrade me," You said a little doubtful, you didn't know how much could he be ok with, even the thought of saying certain things that you were interested in trying made you doubt a little if you could even like them.
"I already know that... but you didn't even have to tell me that, I saw it in your face, a corrupt angel" He whispered to your mouth, kissing you passionately so you could feel the love.
"I have tried somethings but... never this and this is something I always wanted to do," You referred to the shower, "But more than just thoughts, I think you're my darkest fantasy, I like how big you are, how you fit me, how you hold me and hurt me, how much it lingers in my body, I love how you push me down and fuck me until my vision is blurry and the air is too thick to breathe, I love the sharpness of your jaw and your knife, the spanking and your punishments, I love everything about it" You smiled leaning for a big kiss, the kind that made you smile widely.
He slowly began to thrust his hips, pushing his dick inside you, your walls contracting desperately for more friction, the spot getting tighter as his hand dropped in between your legs, circling your clit in gentle circles, you whimpered moving your hips to his rhythm, your fingernails caressing the soft hairs on the back of his head.
"Do you like how daddy fills you up?" you hissed, your head arching back, nipples getting hard, "You look so pretty when you take daddy's cock" You blushed at his words, feeling your entire body being covered by this sudden heat wave, but it got washed away the minute he slipped out of your entirely.
"Wait, what are you doing?" you whined, "Please Daddy don't take it away, I need it" you begged him, without saying another word he stood up, taking a step out of the shower, while you sat there, you could see him all, that piece of meat that hung between his legs, hard and swollen red.
You tried to stand up but he stopped you, his hand on your shoulder, "I wanna see you"
"What do you mean? you can see me" he said no with his head as if he really couldn't see you naked already.
"I wanna see your hands in between your legs, touching yourself so nasty, right in front of me" You didn't understand from where he got this but you obeyed, that tone of his boys and his killer glare told you to not say more, and just stare at him.
You put your hand in between your legs just like he wanted, it was all up to you, but after feeling Alex yesterday you knew touching yourself wouldn't feel as good as him, none the less you began to rub yourself in a gentle calm, and teasing circles, staring at him, biting your bottom lip and closing your eyes as you let your mind drown in the thought of yesterday.
"Don't..." he raised his voice, "I want you to tell me what are you thinking about, I want to hear you, everything I wanna know you everything, keep your eyes on me and you'll get it" You smiled, a little bit coughs off guard by his request.
"Daddy..." You sigh with your sweet voice, your fingers slowly gathering up a gentle pace on your swollen clit, it hurt a little bit to rub it down but it turned you on more to see him in all of his glory, you glorified his body, every inch of it, every muscle and vein that ran above his skin, everything about him was pure ecstasy, "I remember last night so vividly when you kissed me..." You exhaled, "And I was sat down on your leg, I could feel you... I could feel how hard you were getting for me, for my lips and the kiss I gave you, I knew it since then... I could feel how badly you wanted to fuck me"
"Keep going" He gulped, slowly beginning to stroke himself right in front of your eyes, that now didn't want to blink, you didn't wanna miss the way his hand grabbed his dick and began to jerk it.
"I-..." You bite down on your lip, "I can feel you inside me, you fuck me up so badly... I just want it back inside me again, it's as if I was drooling for you to be back in it, to have me all bruised and sore, I just need to feel you again, I can't do this by myself I need you..." You whine, stopping your fingers, "Nothing I could do to myself would ever be as good as you, what did you do to me, what did you do to me?"
"I showed you who you really are, the real you, not what everyone sees, I have seen you, I have tried you... been inside you, and I love every part of you, and I will love even the ones I don't know just yet" You looked at him, and you knew you were gone, you didn't want to be free anymore, didn't want to be away from him, because you love that man, he grabbed your hand, kneeling in front of you, guiding your fingers in big circles on your cunt.
"Tell me you love me"
"I love you, I love you..." Your moans started to get out of control, "I love you! I love you!" His fingers pushed yours back, you bucked your hips forward trying to get them to sink deeper but you couldn't, nothing could be as deep as he is, he was an ocean that washed you away, you tried to keep reaching deeper, trying to find your ending but you were no way near of finishing, even if he was the one that kept your fingers inside you, he watched you twist and scream for more, trying to provoke it but nothing happened, "I can't-" You chocked out, his thumb rubbed your clit in teasing gentle circles.
"You can't?... I'll stop then" You grabbed his wrist before he could take it away, digging your fingernails into his skin, "Tell me what do you want?" He demanded
"I want you to pound me until you leave me red and bruised until it hurts but I won't stop you, fuck me" You spat, the palm of his hand grabs a hold of your chin and squishes your cheeks together.
He smiled to himself, humming as he picks you up from the ground, wrapping both of your legs around his hips, "That's exactly what I wanted to hear, such a good little slut, my good little whore" He slides himself inside you, feeling him reach a new level of deepness inside you, it made your cheeks burn as he makes your body jolt up and down, you could see your face in the mirror, how you took him in deep, thrusting his hips up slowly making you sigh, you loved his body, his big back and even his round ass, you giggled by the thought, "What's that?" He asked, picking up on you and watching yourself in the mirror.
"Don't stop, it was nothing"  You said, but he turned and looked at your eyes thru the mirror.
"So you want a close-up look at your pretty face when I make you cum all around me, right?" You gulped, and that little hint of excitement could be seen through your eyes you nodded, and he slipped out of you just as easily as he got inside of you, walking you to the mirror, he turned you over, pulling your hips forward, "Arch your back..." You did as you were told, sticking out your ass for him, he hummed in satisfaction as his hands ran down your hips, fondling the roundness of your ass, he smacked it, living his hot hand print on your red ass cheek, and you didn't smile to the pain, you smiled to his face, you liked being held down, and the way he pushes your hips to his body, the way his neck arches and his throat stretches as he gulps because he loves how tight and warm you feel.
"You like my pussy, Daddy?" You whimper as he buries his dick deep, he looked at you thru the mirror, your pink cheeks and glimmering doe eyes had him on the verge.
"I love it, honey" He replays, his fingers tracing up your spine to your head, playing with your wet hair, messing it around, he gasps and thrusts inside you, slow but rough, electrifying, you nudge your head to the side, and he wraps your hair around his hand, drawing your body against his, he watches you thru the mirror, your eyes swelling up in tears, you needed more than just that slow pace, you loved it but you were desperate.
"Alex... please" You whined, "Gimme more Daddy please" You begged him, he noticed how your voice sounded more high pitched as you were about to cry, "Destroy me" He smiled, increasing his pace, "I know you want it" He pushed your body up to his, you watched and heard how his hips came in contact with your body, smacking and hitting it hard, your skin became raw and tender, his hair falling on his face as he speeds, his breathing shortens into a gasp with each time your walls contract around him.
"Oh, babe..." He whimpered, "You're- fuckin' hell," He lost control of himself, on how rough he was being with you, his arm wrapped around your neck, while his other pulled your hips forward, jolting your body up, your cheeks turning red, gasping for air, he wasn't going to stop any time soon, now it was all about him, he had lost control the moment he saw you take him so well, profoundly obsessed with the way your eyes glimmered whenever he was inside of you, how soft they become, how weak and easy you became to manage, how wet you got by just a simple graze or touch of him, you were it for him, he loved the way your pupils expanded, or when your chest became red, and how greedy you were.
"I'm gonna... please don't stop Daddy" You cried, your vision turning white, he watched you get out of your body, your mouth wide open, and your eyelids roll back when he pushed himself inside you, feeling you come around him warm and messy, you had lost your hearing for a moment, but he saw and heard it all, and you were unleashed completely, he pulled out of you second before he came, only for you to drop to your knees and open your mouth as a reflex, he came warm in your face, and your tongue.
"I'm so proud of you my little princess" You smiled, not only pleased on the outside but on the inside too, you could hear how happy you made him, satisfied, and you had a sense of fulfillment.
"Thank you, Daddy" He grabbed a towel for you to take out his release from your face but you didn't accept it, instead you took it away from your face and licked it off your fingers, "Yummy," You said with a smile. He picked you up from the ground with no struggle, you felt so light, and then he wrapped you up in a towel, grabbed your hairbrush, and slowly brushed away your hair, he was so gentle, it relaxed you to the point you didn't notice when you fell asleep to the feeling of his hands massaging your scalp, and your shoulders.
"My beautiful girl, it's time to rest" You saw him cover you up in the soft sheets, pulling your warm body to his, drifting to sleep with no more thoughts, no more distractions, no more worries, he had thrown them out the window the moment he saw you in the shower, now it was only you he could think about, and how happy he is in that moment, his eyelids felt heavier and heavier as the place got darker, his eyes were shut now, and that moment of happiness was over.
In his dreams he found no comfort like you, he only found despair and paranoia, he felt as though someone was watching him, he was all alone in his childhood room, and his mother's music could be heard from afar, echoing in his ears, he got up, it felt as though everything was spinning, everything slow, and far, he let his way down the stairs of his old house, nothing had changed, everything was in its place, the pictures were hanged, the flowers hadn't died, and his mother was fine, he hugged her from behind, the familiar sound of his favorite video game caught his attention, he walked to his living room, watching you play his video game on the floor with a smile spreader across your face.
"You can't have them both" His father's raspy voice broke the silence, he was in the old settee with the suit he always saw him in, drinking bourbon, he stood up, pointing the gun at your head, watching his mother enter the room slowly, "What's it gonna be?" Alex froze, his heart sinking to his feet, he couldn't move, couldn't fight back, the gun went off and his eyes opened.
He jumped, and you woke up next to him, sweating cold, looking pale, his breathing agitated, "What happened?" He heard your voice echoing, and you eased him, grabbing his hand with both of your hands, and smiling, he looked at you, and saw from your shadow walk out his father, "I'm watching you..."
The third time he woke up in a cold sweat, you were still asleep, laying on your side, your naked back soft like silk, he had to stand up for a moment, sitting by the window to feel the fresh and cool air of the night, he watched you, how your chest rises and falls serenely, your pouty lips and long eyelashes, shining in the moonlight, he was frightened by the shadows in the night, he felt like a child again, relying on his night lamp to keep him safe from the monsters underneath his bed, and the ones that hid in the shadows.
In the morning you woke up to the sound of the birds on your rooftop, happy and dreamy, but alone, you rolled on the bedsheets, using them as a big gown, you watched him in the frame of your door, walking around tense, with his silver gun in his hand, sipping black coffee like a maniac.
"Alex..." He stopped, putting the coffee away only to hug you tight, but this was a very tight hug, as if he was relieved of something, "Is everything ok?" You asked.
"I'm sorry" He replayed.
"But... why?" You cupped his face with both of your hands, his eyes softened when he looked at you.
"Because I promised you that everything was going to be ok," He said sounding very disappointed in himself, he was being very harsh on himself, and you didn't get why, "I brought you into this mess, when I shouldn't have done this to you, this is something that I have to take care of, and you shouldn't be here"
Your heart dropped, "What do you mean I shouldn't be here?" He was quiet, and you walked up to him, "Look at me and tell me you want me to leave" He stood still looking down to the floor, "You're beating yourself up, killing yourself from the inside, you need to stop that" You ordered.
"What if I can? What if you don't love anything at all? There's nothing else for you to love" He walked away from you, grabbing his gun.
"I died a few days ago, and you brought me back to life, what makes you think I won't do the same for you? I'm in love with you" You said desperately, the sheets dropping to the floor as you held him.
"You're in love with a dying man"
You grabbed his wrist, aiming the gun at your heart, "There's nothing for me left, there's nothing I would want more in this life than you... if you stay... I stay" You were crumbling down his walls one by one.
"You're crazy," He said with a smile, "The Bonnie to my Clyde" You couldn't let go of him, pressed against him so tightly, "You're my little bunny, you know that?" H gave you a light smack on your ass. 
You smiled and nodded, "I'm gonna get changed"
"Thought you didn't bring any clothes?" You chuckled, cheeky son of a bitch, you walked to the room making a ponytail for your hair, even if he loved how his navy blue sweater fitted you, there's nothing that he could love more than watching you naked.
"Your sweaters dummy! What do you want for breakfast?" You walked over to the kitchen, "I can make some..." You looked at the eggs and butter, "Omelettes or... french toast?" He nodded, going back to being a vigilante, you put the brown sugar and white sugar in a bowl incorporating them with some cinnamon, cracking the eggs, splashing vanilla and milk, and mixing them together, you turned on the stove, cutting up some butter to grease the pan, soaking the bread in the mixture, and letting it cook slowly as you chopped some fruit. 
Just in a few minutes, the house began to smell like cinnamon, warm black coffee, and cigarettes, you served the breakfast and sat on the settee with Alex, he smiled as you covered his toast in butter and maple syrup, he took a big bite, chewing it slowly in front of you, he swallowed, "This is lovely, the best french toast I've ever tried" You smiled and pecked his lips.
"My sister could be many things, but I was gifted with the kitchen, except for the dishes, after this I'm not lifting another finger" You joked, and he smiled at you, his mouth full.
"There's more right?" You smiled and said yes, getting up to give him what was left from the toasts you made.
"How long are you gonna be there playing Batman?" He smiled and nudged his head, "Maybe I could learn" You said.
"How to shoot? You're crazy, woman" You rolled your eyes, "I think it's best if I'm the one who holds the rifle"
"You know I'm a good girl, I can learn it fast, come on!" You begged him putting your hands together, "Please, please, please?"
"Let's go" You grabbed your shoes jumping as you put them on and he grabbed a few apples, stripping up his rifle in his back with his gun on his belt, and then he took you to the back of the house, close to the woods, he lined the apples, he walked back to you, grabbing your hand and walking further away from the target, "You're about 10 ft away from your target, not very far but good for your first try, first you load the gun" He grabbed a box of bullets from his coat, taking only two rounds "This is a magazine" He pointed it out, pressing a release button on the side of the grip taking it off from the pistol, "As you add rounds the spring gets compressed, that's why it's hard to close it"
"But thank God I have you here Daddy" You kissed his cheek and he smiled, trying to hide the small blush that crept to his cheeks, you noticed, but you didn't say anything.
"Load the flat side of the cartridge to the flat side of the magazine and the round side of the cartridge to the rounded side of the magazine, almost like batteries, right?" You nod, humming a yes, "Then you put it back in place, hold it strongly, you must have a very strong grip, rest the magazine here" He puts it in the palm of your hand, and you push it in until you heard a click, "Perfect, then you charge it" He clamshells your han over the rear sight is of the slide, you pulled the slide back to the rear until it stopped and he released your hand, allowing it to slide and slam shut, he puts himself behind you, aiming the gun at the target, "There, focus..." He whispered into your ear, but it was very hard when he was so close to you, pressed up against you, just like in the bathroom, "Breathe..." Your chest rises and falls calmly as your finger hooks into the trigger, "Shoot" He says, and you shoot, hitting the apple perfectly, "That's my girl!" He cheered and picked you up from the floor spinning you around.
"Can I go again?" You asked him sweetly, and he nodded, you followed the same steps, Alex watching your every move, putting his rifle on his shoulders and his arms above it, you could hear his raspy and deep voice in your ear again, breathing in and out calmly, and shooting perfectly.
"I'm impressed, you're very good at this, doll" You smiled and pecked his lips.
"I had a good teacher" He pulled you in with his hand on your lower back, kissing you passionately until your lips were swollen and pink, taking advantage of the moment to grip your ass tightly, you moaned and he slipped his tongue inside your mouth, and then he shut you off, tearing the kiss apart.
"You wanna see how I do it?" You nodded, but before he could shoot you ran to fetch an apple, putting it above your head, "What are you doing?!"
"I trust you, you can do it!" He sighed, aiming the barrel of the rifle at the top of your head, and cleanly shooting the apple away, you were amazed by him, running back to him and hugging him tight, the thrill of everything had you so euphoric.
His hand gripped your neck firmly but not tightly, "Don't do that again, alright?" He softly said, and you nodded grabbing his fingers with your hand.
"Nothing was going to happen though... I knew you wouldn't fail the shot" You said to him, "I was just playing around," You said, but he stopped you.
"I don't wanna play like that with you, you could've gotten hurt..." He said, you cheekily smiled at him, "What?" You grabbed the gun in his hand, sticking out your tongue and licking it, he was speechless.
"Where's the fun in that?" You said to him, you didn't know what got into you when you saw him shooting, so strong, and manly, you knew those weren't the right words but you still struggled to find some that even got closer, something got inside you wanted more of him like that, you were the center of his universe levitating around you, a strange type of magnetism, drawn to each other, something unstoppable, "I'm ready for you, daddy" You whispered, lifting up your sweater, pushing his hand in between your legs, as you played with his gun, licking it like a toy.
"You're a perverted little slut" He slide his fingers inside you, "Got you obsessed with me cock, didn't I?" You nod as a yes, shivering but not for the cold, for the way his hand gripped your neck tight like a perfect collar, "Precious girl, what got you like that?"His fingers ran down your folds, wet and so tight for him, needy for something to fill them up.
You giggled as he pushed your cheeks together squishing them, "Find out inside maybe?" You pulled his fingers away, and he kneeled on the ground throwing you over his shoulder, you tried pushing your sweater down but he spanked you instead, quickly getting inside the ranch and throwing you to the couch.
He stood up, pointing the gun at your head, your face inching closer to his slowly, his eye examining your face carefully as you closed your eyes to kiss him, softly, heavenly, falling deeper and deeper to a never-ending loop of you and only you, of your sweet smell of vanilla with a note of cinnamon, your sweet maple syrup mouth, and lovely coffee brown eyes, his lips open yours to push his tongue inside your, tasting your warm and sugary insides, something he loves so much makes him have this feeling of wanting to consume you entirely, he pushed you down to the couch, crawling on top of you, his knee in between your legs, holding his gun to the side of your forehead, his hand slowly reaching in between them.
"I'm gunna blow you away babe doll" His fingers roamed your clothed pussy, the excitement making you smile, his gun aimed at your face, "Come on now, don't look so scared, You know where I want you..." You smiled at him, "Don't smile at me like that... get down on your knees you fucking cunt" He pressed it to your chest and you slowly kneeled on the floor, you stared at him with wide eyes, "Why are you lookin' at me like that now, huh?" You stayed quiet and began to fiddle with the hem of his jeans and just as you were about to pull his dick out of his boxers he threw your hand away, looking at you disappointed, "God... you never learn, you're so dumb..."
Your eyes wide open, your heart skipping a beat at the look of his eyes on you, it hits you like a bullet, right into your heart, "But what did I do wrong?" His hand grabs and pulls your hair making your face tilt up and your mouth groan in pain.
"Nah... you know exactly what you got yourself into, stop acting like a dumb fucking whore" You simply smiled, not really knowing how to react to his words, not knowing where your smile would get you, you've never been called dumb in this way, but nevertheless, somehow you liked it, he inhales sharply, contemplating you, contemplating all of his ideas, examining your bottom to top, just like that on your knees, with your hair resting on your shoulder, he wiped out his gun, "Blow it," He says, your face suddenly changes from preoccupation to pleasure, with a grin, you approach closer to the gun, licking the metal barrel with your pink warm tongue, he watched in awe every move, with a grin on his face he didn't notice he had, he just watched with his pupiles dilated as he grew uncomfortably hard, he wasn't just hard, it was even harder to control his impulses, you were so gentle with his gun, kissing the hole, opening your mouth and taking the gun inside your mouth, with your eyes closed, picturing it really was his dick but still being aware of the danger, and that keeps you on the edge, spreading your legs open, your hand sliding down your stomach, your finger tips lightly grazing your cloathed clit over your underwear, fuck, you were soaked and so needy, your lips let out a quiet moan but that's enough reason for him to push the gun down your throat, making you gag around it messily.
"I-... I'm gonna die if you don't fuck me now, Alex..." You were breathless, in a hurry to get something else to fill up your own hole, he was so moved by the way you were sucking that gun, and your hands run down between your thighs.
"Proof me that you want it, don't act like a stupid fucking cunt" You moved your hair to the side, looking at him right into his eyes as you sucked with passion and need as if your life truly depends to get fucked over by Alex, because in this moment, it is, "D'ya like it?... 'Cause I think somebody is more than just wet... I think your pussy is all bathed in your cum, you don't even need your fingers, you just finish by just picturing my cock, you love it don't ya?" You hummed as a yes, "This is why I call you a stupid cunt, a dumb fuck, you're starting to get me tired by just humming your answers, you know that, right you stupid-"
"I know" You interrupt him, slamming your voice at him.
"Oh... now you feel like you have the right to use that tone with me?" He breathes in harshly, squishing your cheeks together as he presses down the gun at your forehead, "You don't like it, right? This was your idea, but it wasn't my decision to make you act like a dumb bitch... if you want me to call you something else, earn it, change my mind" He dares you, your getting more agitated and irritated by the second, your knees getting tired from always being down on them, so you decided to change everything around.
"Ok, Daddy, I will change it," You said with a smile as a bright idea pops into your head, you got up from the ground, slowly getting on top of him, knees on either side of his round thighs, "You know exactly what I love the most about you, I know exactly what I want to do with your cock, do you wanna see?" You asked him, and he silently nodded, you grabbed his wrist, rubbing yourself against his gun, "I- fuck..." Your nails dig into his shoulder.
"You what?... keep talkin' to me," He said, he sounded excited, like a 14-year-old boy kind of excitement.
"I need it right here in between my legs, way deep inside me, getting deeper and deeper with every move of your hips, I don't know what buttons you press Daddy, but I just now that I need you right here" You began to rub yourself harder, rocking your hips back and forward with your back arched, it was so strange, the fact that something so dangerous could make you feel this type of way. His eyes focused entirely on your pussy, he watched as those little and thin pair of panties became wetter and wetter, into a puddle of wetness, you lose control so easily, getting taken away by the pleasure, eyes rolling to the back of your head, your breathing getting shorter, drenched in ice cold sweat but your skin felt warm, slowly building up the pleasure until Alex moved his hand away, your legs shaking by the surprise, your walls clenching around nothing, you were starving for him, "Please Daddy, just please..." You opened your mouth to kiss him, sliding down your tongue to his mouth, and biting down on his bottom lip, "I know you need this too, let me make you feel good, please... I want to please you"
Those words put him in a place, a place that he hates to be, a place where he feels weak, your hand slowly reaches in between his legs, feeling his pulsing dick, you've never felt a man get this hard, it was so different, you stroke him slowly but your hand gripping him tightly, "Fuck..." He breathes out harshly, you didn't understand how he does it, how he has so much control over himself, he didn't want to let go.
"Come on, baby... just relax..." You whispered softly against his ear, as his head lay down on the couch, but he abruptly opened his eyes, you knew it was the end of you, he gripped your wrist tightly, throwing you to the side, hands, and knees, down in all fours. He rips off your panties from your body, scratching your skin like a lion, and you wine but he ignores you.
He gripped your hair back, leaning forward to whisper to your ear, "Are you tellin' me what to do?" He breathed in harshly, you felt him fiddling with his belt, you kept your eyes closed exactly knowing what was coming for you, your body was shaking, gathering up all your strength to endure the pain of his thick letter belt, he breathed in closer to your ear, "I don't know what scares you more, me or the gun I'm holding against your head?" You exhale sharply, panting as you try to come up with an answer, "You don't even have to say it, you're not scared of it, you're scared about how much you like this, how much harm I can do," You felt his dick hard against your inner thigh, your bit your lips to the thought of the feeling, your eyes rolling back, walls clenching together.
His nose digs into your hair, landing a small kiss on it, "Stay like this... don't move" Your face digs into the cushions, your wrists being gripped and tied together by his belt, his tip sliding slowly inside your pussy, you moaned so loudly, finally, you had something to decrease that hunger, that need to be filled up, without you noticing, you began to push your hips back, fucking yourself entirely on his dick, you heard him laughing so evilly while you struggled to move your hips from having your hands tied behind your back, "You're so needy, yeah?" You whined and sniffed your nose, he spanks you hard, "Go on, fuck yourself on me fuckin' cock" You kept moving your hips, panting and trying to reach for air as you kept fucking his dick, and his hand kept smacking your ass, each slam of his hand felt like little electricity shots, your pain began to be a feral hunger for him to be as rough as he wanted, so you let him keep spanking you, you kept moving your hips, your walls grasp his cock to stay buried inside you, you couldn't resist it anymore, couldn't hold it in for another second.
"Oh Alex.... please" Your muscles contract, your legs begin to shake slightly, your moaning so loud it sounds like murder.
"I know you want to cum... I can feel it" He whispers in a cold tone.
"Please Daddy, let me... please" He sighs, as you let go all around him, making a big mess on his cock, your creamy release coating his cock, and you cried, in anger, in sadness, because you knew he wasn't going to forgive you and yet at the same time that made you angry.
"Are you done?" He asks, and you furrowed your eyebrows, "I can't with you" He pulls his cock out of your cunt, but quick enough you straddle him between your legs.
"Alex, you can't-"
"No, you don't get to tell me what the fuck to do, you're acting like such a fuckin' cunt I-" You shut him up with a big slap on his face, he looks at your face up and down in awe, and he slams you back, you pushed him away, and tried to hit him again but he grabs your wrists and pushes them down, he pulls you in by the hair and you tried to resist kissing him but he just did, he kissed you, and it feels like true love, his arms wrapped around your waist, as your hips rock back and forward, "You're so fucked up"
He raised his hips up and put his hands on your hips pushing your body down to his cock at the same time he pushes his hips up, it was unholy, your heart was about to burst out of your chest, your ears popped, and your mouth was dry, just as if you were dying, completely being consumed by him, you didn't want to let go of him at all, you looked thru his eyes, deep down there was a deep sweetness to him, one that sometimes surfaced, he was really in love with you, you could see it right thru his tender warm brown eyes, his hands clamp your flesh and you groan in pain but it didn't matter, the tears didn't matter, all it was now was him.
"I love you..." You mumbled, snuggling to his neck, your mouth against his ear, your moans getting stuck on the middle of your chest, your whole body tensing as your wall clench around his cock, Alex kept slamming his cock in and out of your pussy, both bathed in sweat, your face stained with tears, you took one last look at him, his eyes fixated on yours with his mouth opened, his jaw locked, and his hair sticking to his forehead as sweat runs cold down his forehead, something different happened when you had finished, you closed your eyes and just hear him cuss all over your clogged ears.
"Holy fuck babe" He hums, rubbing his tip against your clit, you kept yelling from the pleasure, "Yeah! Fuck yeah... you're- oh... gonna make me fuckin' cum too..." He pressed himself up closer to you, the space between you too so tight your heart was beating thru his chest, he felt so warm inside your milky insides, so tight around your pussy, it was also time for him, he turns you over, so now your back was against his chest, he grabbed you tightly by your upper arms surely leaving bruises on them, and once more he grabbed his gun, he wrapped his arm around your tummy, and laid you down gently against his chest, kissing your ear as the cold metal of his gun is pressed against your lower chin.
"Would you kill for me?" He asks, you were a weeping mess, your mind too foggy with lust, nevertheless, you didn't have to think of your answer.
"Yes," You firmly replayed.
"Promise you'll love me forever, even if I do things that don't seem right, trust me...everything I do is for you" He whispered against your ear, your heart melting as his sweet voice showed for once how caring he is.
"I promise, I'll never stop loving you"
"You could be just saying that 'cause I could just easily blow that little pretty head of yours" He presses it harder against you, making you tilt your head slightly to say, "But I much prefer fucking your pussy and cum inside it real deep" He began his assault once more, this time you didn't think it was possible to keep going, he was being so rough with you, it was beginning to hurt a little.
"I can't Daddy... p-please I can't handle it" You moaned, his fingers came down to rub your pussy in broad circles making you cry out of pleasure and pain, a very dangerous combination for you because slowly you began to like it, "I can't- You're hurting me" You beg him with tears in your eyes.
"Shut the fuck up" He covers your mouth with his hand, and rubbed your pussy harder pressing his fingers down on your pussy, making your walls tighten, your breathing stuck in your throat, "You beg me to stop but you can't stop getting wetter and wetter now can you?" You couldn't keep up with Alex's rhythm, your body was worn out, you wanted more but your bruised knees and legs couldn't make your body move.
"Stop Daddy... please!" You sigh as his cock finds a new sweet spot inside you.
"Mmmm.... sounds like my little girl wants some more" Fingers pulling on your flesh, and you put your hands on his knees as he fucks your body with passion and frustration, "I love watching this... love watching you take every inch of me cock, everything just disappearing inside that little hole" He takes the chance to spank your round ass, and you didn't even make a sound, you felt as if you were floating out of your body, being too high up in the clouds to even feel any pain, but slowly you were falling back to earth, as everything began to build up in your stomach, "I can feel you're ready... tell me you want it... beg me for it"
"It's everything I ever wanted, all I want... I want you to finish inside me, cover my pussy with your cum..."
"Yeah? You want my cum to drip out of your pussy like a fucking whore, that's what you want?" He pushes his hips up, staying way deep inside you, pushing his cock in all the right places, you were tense, your whole body getting rigid as you suddenly had lost control, and something different was happening, Alex noticed and let out a deep sound from his throat, he stayed silent as he fucked your brains out, the noise that his body made as he thrust his cock inside you and your brain didn't capture what happened after that last thrust, you were screaming in pleasure as you felt you were cumming and his moaning got raspier, he was panting for air as he saw you cumming so hard, splashing his cock and wetting the couch leaving a damp stain on it.
"Fuckin' hell babe, oh- keep going" You pushed out the rest of it by making pressure on your lower abs, and he came twice inside you, one after the other, his mouth dry by seeing you cum all around him like that, wet the couch and the floor with your release, he pushed his cum inside your pussy, thrusting out of you, watching your milky insides drip out his cum and your wetness, you let yourself go on his arms, blacking out completely, as if you were drunk, your body too heavy but you felt so light at the same time, you heard him gasping for air against your ear, both of you trying to catch some air. He whispered something to your ear you didn't quite hear well, but you answered.
"Yes... I'm so full Daddy" Making him giggle along the way, carrying you to the shower like a baby in his arms, and cleaning you down with warm water, kissing your forehead and neck, behind your back as you lay down next to him in bed, he says he likes you more naked than dressed, he loves you more when you're honest, he says he's deeply in love with you right before bed, and you love him too with depth.
"I love you, honey," He repeats right before you sleep, till the sun hits your skin.
A/N
hi <3
sorry for disappearing and leaving you on the edge for months, I've been really fucking busy, stupidly busy, trying to finish this chapter was like trying to finish a whole book with the schedule I have now, I'm still trying to figure out a way to keep writing but I do have other priorities, I'm sorry, this not going to end any time soon but I'll be more on and off than I would normally be, which i hate but I'm still going to be here and Christmas is almost here sooo... don't worry, you'll always have me, i love you and thank you for being so patient and caring and so lovely to me. take care, i always have you on my mind too. 
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violaeuphoria · 11 months ago
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Hello!! I am very new to this but I would like to start a social media au!
I’m not sure what apps to use so if anyone has any recommendations please let me know!
Also! Please vote on which SP boy you would like this to be about! All of them will be aged up to 17/18!
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sunnydaleherald · 9 months ago
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The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Sunday, March 3rd - Monday, March 4th
WESLEY: This world must be a terrible disappointment to you. ILLYRIA: Grievous. WESLEY: I'm not too impressed with it myself.
~~Underneath~~
[Drabbles & Short Fiction]
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On the Other Paw by madimpossibledreamer (Assassin's Creed crossover, pre-Shaun/Xander, Teen)
The Fire Within by veronyxk84 (Spike, Buffy/Spike, PG-13)
Cure-All by veronyxk84 (Spike, Giles, PG-13)
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Присоединяйся and other Buffy/Angel ficlets posted by B_E_S (G and T ratings, in Russian)
Helen of Troy - 1753 by Empire_of_the_Words (Angel/Darla, T)
love on the weekend by threefourtango (Giles/Jenny, Explicit)
Those Left Behind by Luna_delCielo (LotR and Silmarillion crossover, Buffy/Finrod Felagund, G)
Immaculate by vampbrat (Spike/Angelus, M)
Redemption Act by NAOA (Faith, T)
Mending Words and Making Mistakes by NAOA (Giles & Wesley, Roger Wyndam-Pryce, G)
Hidden Princess by Vathara (Sengoku Nights crossover, Buffy, T)
Meeting The by Evil_Little_Dog (Buffy, Connor, Angel/Buffy, Angel/Darla, G)
Love in Chains by Pinkperson (Buffy/Angel, T)
Calling by Coraniaid (Buffy/Faith, T)
historians by softestbutch (Buffy/Faith, T)
Better Than Good by MadeInGold (Angel/Oz, G)
Une Question De Point De Vue by PtiteMac (Buffy/Giles, T, in French)
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Untitled Spike x reader story by evieelyzabethh (not rated, cw blood and blood loss)
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From Wrecked to Gone by Lilacsandorangeblossoms (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)
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Horrible day by Lilacsandorangeblossoms (Buffy/Spike, R)
Fortune Cookie Epiphany by Slaymesoftly (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)
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Untitled Giles drabble (Giles glanced at Willow's laptop...) by NotASlayer (not rated - T?)
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What do you think about Austin Butler and Kaia Gerbe? I found this Instagram https://www.instagram.com/reel/Cwa_6OqI_Vp/?utm_source=ig_web_button_native_share
Lol... judging from the video link you sent me, I'm assuming you mean what do I think of Austin and Kaia together, vs. what do I think of them individually? 😏
Whew! That's a loaded question Anon lol. I feel like I've already kind of shared my opinion about them on here quite a few times. I'm gonna try to get my thoughts together... Cuz it's a lot to say....
Okay, so first of all... I thought they were a real deal couple at first... But based on some of the things I've been seeing lately, Idk.... Something about them seems a bit contrived and smthg seems off about their rlship. 👀 (Don't hate me! Just being honest)
I'm not really a fan of the age difference (mainly with her being 21...if she were 25 I wouldn't care), but it's whatever at this point. 🙄
I think people tend to forget that Pete Davidson was dating Kaia when she was 17 (UNDERAGE mind you) and he was 26. Nobody seemed to blink an eyelash. Cara Delavigne (sp?) also seemed to be having something going on with Kaia when Kaia was 18 and Cara was about 10 years older than her too. So, like I said, Kaia isn't new to this. But for some reason, with Austin, everyone is crying bloody murder lol.
Either way, I've always been saying that no matter WHO Austin dates next, I just hope she's older than 21. 😒🙄 Cuz THAT is not a good look. I don't even know how they got together. Could have been a setup for all I know. I'm just meh about them tbh. They're a boring couple to me. She's boring I'm sorry lol. 😅
Like I've said before, I've never really taken them all that seriously (maybe some shippers/fans do, but I don't), so maybe that's why I just don't really have much of a strong reaction to them. To me, they just seem like any other couple in Hollywood that dates for a while, and then will more than likely eventually break up lol. 🤷🏾‍♀️
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Btw, the lady in that link you sent had a couple of things wrong (Vaustin Aunessa dated for about 8 years.... Austin was 30, not 31, etc), but I got the main gist of the video. And there are tons of videos out there like this, sooo we definitely get the point.
The dating of Kaia aside, I honestly just think (and this is just my honest personal opinion) that a lot of people want to hate on Austin.. 😅🤣
For some reason, the internet has a huge hate boner for this guy, and I just don't get it lol. I just assume he's the internet's perpetual whipping boy at this moment in time, and people just wanna drag him just because it's the "in" thing to do. First it was the Vanessa breakup thing, then it was the Kaia thing, then it was the voice thing, then it's they think he's annoying....Some call him pretentious...or arrogant, etc...
But then, I look at his interviews present AND past, and I'm like: "Are we talking about the same person??" 🥴
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Even if you think that someone is annoying, is that any reason to hate someone you don't even know with such a passion lol? 🤔 Idk it just seems a little weird to me. Almost like it's forced or something.
I almost feel like people have put a certain personality on him that's not even him lol. 😅 Every single thing I've seen of Austin (past or present) he has always seemed to be very nice, respectful, down to earth, kind, humble, maybe a little socially awkward/shy, etc. But NONE of the things people on twitter/online describe him as. So I'm always left very baffled lol. I could see if he were a trouble-maker, an abuser, or talking badly about people, or was engaged in some scandalous things over the years, but the dude literally is just a quiet person who basically works, does his job, and minds his business. 👀
So, he just might have to grow out of this "hate phase" in his career right now. I keep saying on my blog that just about EVERY actor has had a "hate" phase lol.... and it will continue to happen, because people are just weirdos and hateful for no good reason online. 🙄
But these phases don't usually last forever. It will eventually go away one of these days. Anyway, that's my long dissertation...Not sure if that answered your question Anon lol, but that's my honest opinion. 😊
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Why are rain frogs so round? What's /inside/ of them around such an itty bitty skeleton?
So it turns out this is a really interesting question.
The first thing we must be aware of is that rainfrogs as we see them in videos of them squeaking are not quite the same shape as they are when at rest:
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But you are quite right, they are very round. This is exemplified by the skeletal photo you refer to:
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So what are we seeing?
Well, firstly, note that the body cavity in these frogs actually envelops the femurs, such that only the tibiofibula (fused in frogs) and the tarsals and metatarsals are outside the body. The arms are quite similarly enveloped, but a bit of the humerus does extend outside the body cavity too. This predisposes them to a rounder body shape.
Next, note the ilia - the U-shaped bone in the pelvic region. These in some breviceptid frogs are synostotically fused with the sacrum - that is to say, they are bound by bone-based connections to the bow-shaped vertebra at their tips. This whole joint seems to be quite smooth, and as a consequence, the back of the frog is quite smooth. The other thing we can see here is that the urostyle (i.e. the frog version of a coccyx) juts quite far beyond the ischium and pubis. This extends the body cavity beyond the hips. Note also that the pelvic girdle seems to be largely below the spine, rather than the typical position for frogs behind it and continuous with it. This makes the legs sit below the spine, rather than at its end, enhnacing the vertical roundness of the animal.
Next, let’s talk some soft tissue. Now, I’m not as familiar with soft-tissue in frogs as I am their skeletons, so you’ll have to bear with me a bit (rawr). Beddard (1908!!) studied the soft tissue of Breviceps verrucosus Rapp 1842. It seems that the majority of the body of these frogs is actually muscle. Beddard noted that muscles join the leg at the knee that extend into the body cavity, such that the inclusion of the thigh in the body cavity is further accentuated by musculature. The rectus abdominalis muscle is unusually large, extending from the lower abdomen up and around the sides of the body. Indeed, this large size appears to be the pattern with all of the major muscles, though in the throat the typical arrangement of large and small muscles is somewhat reversed. On the lateral side of the head, there is a substance that is not muscle, but appears to be loose tissue in which sits what is apparently the thymus gland.
There is a very large gap between the end of the urostyle and the anus (one fifth of the total length of the frog), in which there are almost no muscles, save for the one surrounding the lower cloaca. On either side of this area, between the posterior-most muscles of the thigh, lie two large ‘lymph-hearts’, as described by Beddard. These are between one quarter and one third of the total length of the frog. A further lypmh-sac sits between these lymph-hearts and the skin of the femoral region, and they are thus probably analogous to the femoral lymph-sacs of other frogs.
I find it interesting that Beddard (1908) did not mention any glandular formations in the dorsal region. As is evidence from many images (see below), these frogs are able to secrete a white, sticky, noxious substance from their skin (which they actually have to use during amplexus, as the male is too small relative to the female to mount her properly, and so he sticks himself to her with his glandular glue… kinky).
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These glands do not apparently take up a great deal of the cutaneous tissue, and so I suppose are of no consequence to the size of the frog, especially relative to its enormous muscles.
The diet of these frogs consists almost exclusively of hymenopterans and isopterans (ants and termites). Neither of these insect groups are particularly fatty, so it is little surprise that their bodies appear to contain no large fat deposits - fatty bodies extend from the gonads up to the lungs and heart, but these comprise only a tiny fraction of the frog’s mass, and don’t contribute to the round shape. Instead, their bodies are extremely muscular, allowing them to be adept burrowers, ideal for their fossorial lifestyle.
So TL;DR: rain frogs are little balls of muscle (maybe the largest muscle mass relative to body mass of any vertebrate? science just doesn’t know).
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Beddard, F.E. 1908. On the Musculature and other Points in the Anatomy of the Engystomatid Frog, Breviceps verrucosus. Proceedings of the Zoological Society of London, 1908:11-41 [x]
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smut-n-more · 13 days ago
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                                ⇄Day 23⇄
 ─  ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅  ───Kyman───  ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅  ─
Cockbuldge/ Hate Sex/ Deepthroating & Facesitting
"You see this Kyle?!" Stan's eyes are wide as Kenny sits on his cock, grinning at Stan's shock.
"What the hell are you seeing-" Kyle falls silent, seeing the prominent bulge of Stan's cock from Kennys stomach. Kyle reaches out and strokes it, making Stan quietly moan.
"We knew you were poor but holy shit Ken-" Stan says, biting his lip to quiet himself
"You're an asshole!"
"Well you're a ****!"
Kyle and Eric bicker at each other, both grasping at each other's clothes. This was how every fight of theirs had been going- they get all pissed and heated, fucking mid argument and by the time they were done, they'd forget what they were argueing about. 
Buttons fly off Kyles shirt as Eric aggressively rips it open, his large fingers wasting no time going to Kyles belt- Kyle had already managed to get Eric in his boxers and lube in his hand, already panting and his heart racing with adrenaline from the fight and the knowledge of what was gonna happen next. 
"Youre so fucking stupid you cant even think to stop and consider someone has a different opionion than you!" Kyle yells out as Eric shoves his lubed fingers into the Redhead, who doesn't even react to the intrusion, instead grasping onto Eric's throat aggressively. 
"You just act like a fucking know it all Kahl! That's all you do! Is boss me around like i'm your slave- It gets ANNOYING!" Eric's voice loudness as his dick is shoved into Kyle, making the smaller one finally let out a small moan of pleasure. Eric grins, proud of himself to finally break Kyles refusal to let out any sounds. "You're MY Slave! I do what i want with you!"
"Well I cant help youre an idiot who cant do anything by himself without fucking it up!" Kyle yells between moans as Eric full on plows into him, trying to keep from letting his own eyes roll back into his head and drool from how hard eric is fucking into him.
"Well you're a- a-" Eric stutters as he cums, reaching down to Stroke Kyle's dick, precum dripping from it and starting to pant.
"Shut the fuck u-" Kyle doesnt even finish his sentence before white milky ribbions are splashed onto the matteress below him.
Eric pulls out, panting. 
"What the hell was your problem?"
"I- It was- Well fuck..."
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pgriegr · 1 year ago
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Sims Tag
Thank you for tagging me @powluna you´re the sweetest.
1. What’s your favourite sims death? I´m very attached to my sims so death by old age would be my favorite.
2. Alpha CC or Maxis Match? Maxis Match.
3. Do you cheat when your sims gain weight? Not really, I let them eat whatever they want but they are constantly using the treadmill or the yoga math so they end up losing weight naturaly.
4. Do you use move objects? Yup ALL the time.  I don´t understand EA´s footprints.
5. Favorite mod? Way too many to list lol. My mods folder is over 40GBs.
6. First expansion/game/stuff pack you got? Get To Work.
7. Do you pronounce “live mode” like aLIVE or LIVing? Like aLIVE.
8. Who’s your favorite sim that you’ve made? I´m terrible creating Sims so I use the ones from the Gallery.
9. Have you made a simself? Nope.
10. What sim traits do you give yourself? 
11. Which is your favorite EA hair color? Dark brown.
12. Favorite EA hair? 
13. Favorite life stage? Child - Teens - Young Adult.
14. Are you a builder or are you in it for the gameplay? Gameplay kind of player.
15. Are you a CC creator? I wish, but I have zero sills for that.
16. Do you have any simblr friends/a sim squad? I´ve tons I admire and appreciate.
17. What’s your favorite game? (1, 2, 3, or 4) TS4.
18. Do you have any sims merch? Nope.
19. Do you have a YouTube for sims? Nope.
20. How has your “sim style” changed throughout your years of playing? As wierd as it might sound, I don´t think it has changed that much,  I´ve always been a MM player.
21. What’s your Origin ID? 
22. Who’s your favorite CC creator? Oh boy, they´re so so many I feel like if I try to list them I´ll let someone out.
23. How long have you had a simblr? Active for maybe 2 or 3 years.
24. How do you edit your pictures? I don´t just because I don´t think I would be good enough like most of the ones I see around.
25. What expansion/game/stuff pack do you want next? I´d love bands, hobbies and hotels/resorts. 
26. What expansion/game/stuff pack is your favorite so far? I love Island Living because of the world, Eco Lifestyle because of gameplay, Paranormal was the most amazing SP made.
I tag @oni28, @littlbowbub, @icemunmun-spicy-scalpel, @dissiasims and @magalhaessims
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sundove88 · 3 years ago
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Balan Wonderworld: All 12 of my Balansonas
(From Left to Right)
Made Using: Gacha Club
Esme, Wilson, Lydia, and Adrien’s designs inspired by those of @lotustheplague
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The Baker Who Feared Mistakes/Esme Alastair/Gingerbread
Issue: Imperfection (She spilled chocolate into a cake batter she was making); as she feared that she would get fired from her job, but learned that mistakes are learning experiences- and she makes a delicious cake that gives her restaurant 5 stars.
Costumes: Cake Chicken (Representative), Winged Waffle, Ravioli Wrangler, Cookatoo, Berry Battler, and Vigorous Vaquita (Act 3)
Nega Boss Form: Cordon Waffieri (Cake Chicken + Winged Waffle + Berry Battler)
Corruption Quote: “It’s as if baking has truly given up on me.”
World Name: The Everlasting Banquet Hall
Age: 32-33 (During Wonderworld) 34 (After Wonderworld)
Birthday: June 25
Star Sign: Cancer
The Driver Who Sought Good Sportsmanship/Wilson Lucius/Trackblazer
Issue: Indecisiveness (He either had to listen to his buddies or his gut); But soon he listened to his heart, and even though he did win first place, he became popular among the racing industry for his good nature and use of good sportsmanship.
Costumes: Red Zephyr (Representative), Monkey Mechanic, Bayou Driver, Boarbarian, Track Sparker, and Willing Wallaby (Act 3)
Nega Boss Form: Trackscrofa (Red Zephyr + Monkey Mechanic + Boarbarian + Track Sparker)
Corruption Quote: “They say sportsmanship is for babies.. I just want everyone to give it their all!”
World Name: Twisted Tracks
Age: 23-24 (During Wonderworld) 25 (After Wonderworld)
Birthday: January 7
Star Sign: Capricorn
The Deaf Musician Who Wanted to Sing/Lydia Maxwell/DJ Adagio
Issue: Self Doubt (She’s technically the deaf member of the band and feels like everyone will mock her onstage); but soon her band mates come over with her hearing aid that she dropped and she embraces them, knowing they accept her as their one of a kind bassist.
Costumes: DJ Hoot (Representative), Wind Violinist, Heavy Metal Dragon, Succulent Ranger, Electric Diva, and Timekeeper Hare (Act 3)
Nega Boss Form: Sonaigiformes (DJ Hoot + Electric Diva)
Corruption Quote: “I’m deaf- and I feel like I have no voice.”
World Name: Melody Metropolis
Age: 18-19 (During Wonderworld) 20 (After Wonderworld)
Birthday: July 26
Star Sign: Leo
The Soccer Player and His Fleeting Dreams/Adrien Paisley/Goal Boy
Issue: The Thought of Not Being Able to Play Again (He broke his leg while attempting a trick shot); But soon he found out his team wasn’t doing well without him and soon he rejoined the team, and helped them win their championship game.
Costumes: Goal Guardian (Representative), Tennis Tiger, Tidal Surfer, Paprika Puncher, Slam Duck, and Ice Blaster (Act 3)
Nega Boss Form: Wresgris (Goal Guardian + Tennis Tiger + Paprika Puncher)
Corruption Quote: “Looks like I kicked too high. Who knows when I’ll ever support my team again?”
World Name: Titan’s Stadium
Age: 13-14 (During Wonderworld) 15 (After Wonderworld)
Birthday: April 10
Star Sign: Aries
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The Ballerina Too Scared of The Stage/Clarissa Swan/Cygnus
Issue: Stage Fright (Her troupe had a performance of Swan Lake, and she was too scared to go on stage); But as the Prima Ballerina, she knew she couldn’t let her troupe down. So she took a deep breath, stepped onto the stage, and danced the role of Odette perfectly!
Costumes: Swan Maiden (Representative), Wind Up General, Infinity Firebird, Marionette Madame, Glass Guardian, and Turbo Leopard (Act 3)
Nega Boss Form: Princess Cygfried (Swan Maiden + Wind Up General + Marionette Madame + Glass Guardian)
Corruption Quote: “I feel like I’m not meant for the stage at all…”
World Name: White Feather Kingdom
Age: 17-18 (During Wonderworld) 19 (After Wonderworld)
Birthday: October 27
Star Sign: Scorpio
The Karate Student Who Felt Weak/Shin Takahashi/Sensei Shinobi
Issue: Becoming Overwhelmed (The last leg of his journey to get the black belt relied on everything he learned); but soon he got his confidence back and earned his well deserved black belt.
Costumes: Crowgun (Representative), Flowering Geisha, River Ninja, Spiked Ogre, Lucky Raccoon, and Sickle Sprout (Act 3)
Nega Boss Form: General Karakuma (Crowgun + River Ninja + Spiked Ogre)
Corruption Quote: “If I can’t break that block- I can’t break anything.”
World Name: Blooming Battlefields
Age: 16-17 (During Wonderworld) 18 (After Wonderworld)
Birthday: January 25
Star Sign: Aquarius
The Actress Who Doubted Stardom/Stella Carlson/Princess of The Red Carpet
Issue: Uncertain that her movie would be great or not (She wasn’t sure if she was ready to step onto the filming of the movie she was making); But later she found out it was a hit at the box office, and she even got an award for Best Newcomer Actress.
Costumes: Gilded Superstar (Representative), Stealthy Sneaker, Light Defender, Starlight Sailor, Dragon Princess, and Supreme Songbird (Act 3)
Nega Boss Form: Steilyn Spielroe (Gilded Superstar + Stealthy Sneaker + Starlight Sailor + Dragon Princess)
Corruption Quote: “Maybe stardom was never the right path for me…”
World Name: Red Carpet City
Age: 28-29 (During Wonderworld) 30 (After Wonderworld)
Birthday: April 30
Star Sign: Taurus
The Gardener and The Plants he Loved/Derek Terrabora/Caretaker of The Flowers
Issue: Fear of Letting Go (He loved his flowers with all his heart and couldn’t bear to see them off); Yet he decided to give the flowers to the florist so he could buy more seeds, and with the money he plants new flowers, and one of his new flowers blossoms open in front of his face, showing him that the flowers will always grow alongside him.
Costumes: Roseketeer (Representative), Prism Flyer, Negati Trapper, Bittersweet Bloom, Cactinator, and Pollen Blaster (Act 3)
Nega Boss Form: Audtrap VIII (Roseketeer + Negati Trapper + Bittersweet Bloom + Cactinator)
Corruption Quote: “The flowers are my dearest friends. I can’t give them up!”
World Name: Ever-Flowering Greenhouse
Age: 29-30 (During Wonderworld) 31 (After Wonderworld)
Birthday: May 22
Star Sign: Gemini
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The Weatherman and The Hurricane/Harvey Liang/Stormrunner
Issue: The Fear of not being able to save his community (A hurricane was approaching the costal town he lived in and he feared that no one would make it out alive); but he overcame it and helped everyone escape in time. Once the storm had passed, Harvey and his entire community worked together to rebuild their broken society.
Costumes: Raindrop Drake (Representative), Sunbeamer, Breeze Pixie, Cloudcasso, Fog Puppy, and Glacier Giant (Act 3)
Nega Boss Form: Nimbatidae (Raindrop Drake + Sunbeamer + Fog Puppy)
Corruption Quote: “Looks like nature is far more powerful than me.”
World Name: Realm of Weather and Storms
Age: 33-34 (During Wonderworld) 35 (After Wonderworld)
Birthday: December 14
Star Sign: Sagittarius
The Girl Who Longed to Visit The Stars/Alicia Marcos/Cosmos Guardian
Issue: Fear of Giving Up (Alicia had zero experience in rocket science or flying lessons, making her dream look like a distant one); However, a meteor shower passed over her house, making her feel like the stars had come down to visit her.
Costumes: Wandering Star (Representative), Black Hole Bat, Tender Herder, Lovestruck Weaver, Lunar Princess, and Lunar Fixer Upper (Act 3)
Nega Boss Form: Zodius (Wandering Star + Black Hole Bat + Lunar Princess)
Corruption Quote: “The stars… I’ll give anything to be among them.”
World Name: Starlit Palace
Age: 11-12 (During Wonderworld) 13 (After Wonderworld)
Birthday: August 31
Star Sign: Virgo
The Horse Rider and His Cherished Horse/Jeremy Brown/Epona’s Warrior
Issue: The thought of his friendship with his horse was gone (His horse, Fierceheart, was not acting like his usual self and was worried that if they lost the contest, Fierceheart would be sent far away); but it turned out that one of Fierceheart’s horseshoes was worn out, and when Jeremy replaced them with new shiny ones, they won the horse show and Fierceheart got to stay another day.
Costumes: Guardian Equine (Representative), Bullet The Adult, Desert Walker, Buffalo Child, Roadracer, and Cardboard Coyote (Act 3)
Nega Boss Form: Butch Cashiron (Guardian Equine + Bullet The Adult + Roadracer)
Corruption Quote: “My horse and I will always stick together- but maybe that might come to an end.”
World Name: Endless Plains
Age: 17-18 (During Wonderworld) 19 (After Wonderworld)
Birthday: September 29
Star Sign: Libra
The Nurse Searching For a Cure/Regina Cunningham/White Mage
Issue: The thought of losing someone she wanted to save (One of her patients had a nearly incurable illness and she didn’t want to lose them); but soon she developed a new medicine for the patient, and gave it to them. A few days later, the patient was fully cured, and they leap into Regina’s arms as a thank you for saving their life.
Costumes: Caretaking Cobra (Representative), Toothbrush Pixie, Delightful Dryad, Lake Speedster, Golden Chick, and Honest Gecko (Act 3)
Nega Boss Form: Chrona Buildton (Caretaking Cobra + Delightful Dryad + Golden Chick)
Corruption Quote: “My goal is to be a healer for those who need it- but I don’t think I can save this one.”
World Name: Purity Ward
Age: 46-47 (During Wonderworld) 48 (After Wonderworld)
Birthday: February 19
Star Sign: Pisces
Stronger: Lydia, Shin, Derek, and Regina
Together: Wilson, Adrien, Stella, and Alicia
Hurray: Esme, Clarissa, Harvey, and Jeremy
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radiostatic-system · 4 months ago
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answers below cut (oh boy this might take a while)
1. What is your System name and / or the name you collectively go by?
Radio Static Sys, our collective name is Rocky
2. Which word do you prefer to use for your System? (example: System, Collective, Constellation, ...)
Whatever one sounds the coolest & is within our comforts tbh. we usually go with system, but we DO like to call ourselves a fusion ::)
3. What are your Systems origins, if you choose to label them?
uhhhhh cryptogenic. we’re literally not sure, we don’t know. but we think it may be traumagenic.
4. Do you have any Subsystems?
don’t think so
5. Do you have any Sidesystems?
don’t think so
6. What is your opinion on you& / your& language and similar types?
we are confused about it? like we get what it’s supposed to be and we don’t really care if other systems use it cuz they want to, but to us it kind of sounds like you’re addressing one person that leads a group of people and we’d really not rather be seen like that.
7. What methodes do you use to keep track of your System and it's Members?
we try to use SP but that does not usually work because of our memory issues. we forget to take people out of front and they end up in the front history fronting for way longer than they actually did. we journal it or do nothing about it most of the time.
8. What is your Systems ways of communication?
we make jokes. have introspective discussions. i don’t know. we’re not in any way organized.
9. Is communication hard or easy for you (and why is it the way it is)?
medium? it’d definitely be a lot easier if our brain wasn’t so fuzzy and foggy all the time. it’s like the fuzz muffles our messages. it’s the easiest to hear them if they’re fronting.
10. Do you view yourselves as parts of one person or as multiple people in one body?
we’re a lot of people and we’re piloting a giant mech basically.
11. Who are you out to as plural?
online friends + maybe one irl friend?
12. What languages do you collectively / one of you speak?
English is our first language. we’re learning Russian.
13. What is something you can't seem to collectively agree on?
it’s something silly, but the best condiment.
14. If you have a collective Identity (such as Gender or Orientation), what is it?
transmasc. and almost all of us are a-spec.
15. Do you collectively identify as queer / LGBTQIA+?
yes definitely absolutely
16. Do you collectively identify as Otherkin, Alterhuman or Nonhuman?
yes definitely absolutely
17. Do you have a collective rentry / carrd / something along those lines? (feel free to share!)
yes (in our description)
18. What does switching feel like for you?
it gets fuzzier than it already is, it maybe feels like our personality and inner voice is fading/drifting away? becoming something else?
19. Are you Monoconscious, Polyconscious or something else?
polyconscious probably
20. What does fronting feel like for you?
being in control. maybe a bit like possessing a body? like we’re taking control of it or taking it over. being (almost) fully ourselves in contrast to when we’re switching.
21. How many System members do you have?
around 50, probably
22. Which word / words do you prefer to use for members of your System?
members
23. Which age group seems to be the most common in your System?
teenagers
24. Which gender seems to be the most common in your System?
masculine-aligned ones
25. Are there any talents / hobbies you picked up because of a Member?
Dirk’s sword he had in source got us into wanting to learn to sword-fight, and Tord’s obsession with weaponry made us want to learn about all kinds of weapons.
26. Do you have any in-system relationships?
idk
27. Do you label roles within your System (and if yes, which ones?)
only the ones that are relevant i guess? just for others sake i suppose. it’s a bit nice to have labels but a lot of the times we don’t know what exact purpose we serve & they kind of feel like boxes
28. Are most of your Members introjected, brainmade or something else?
most of us are fictives. i guess our brain finds it easier since we’re into a lot of fictional and fantastical media and we don’t know much about people
29. Do you use names, emojis or something similar to sign off messages (and if yes, which ones and why?)
yes, but again mostly just for others sake. it can help us remember who posted what. we use emojis and put the emojis in the tags
30. Do any of your System members use Xenogenders?
some of them, though it feels like we use one collective xenogender
31. How do Members pick face claims?
well, we’re basically all fictives so we just edit a picture of ourselves or find fanart that sticks to us
32. Do you have any Introjects of popular sources?
yes, namely homestuck & a variety of popular cartoons
33. Do you have any Introjects of unpopular sources?
yes, namely object shows since we wouldn’t consider them to be very popular
34. Do you have nonhuman Members?
yes a lot
35. Do any of you use Typing Quirks?
yes some of us
36. Do all of you front, or only a selected amount?
just a few at a time, a lot of us sleep for a long time and come back occasionally so maybe that’s why
37. Are there any Members who can't or prefer to not speak?
yes, just a few
38. Are most of you short or tall in height?
taller than average i’d say
39. Is there a Member that is collectively loved by all in the System?
yes, Harpy <3333
40. Do any of you struggle with being front-stuck a lot of the time?
Cesar definitely. and me (Dirk)
41. Do you have a Headspace (if not, is there a reason)?
yes kind of? we’re not particularly trying to make it bigger but it would be nice to have some…… colour
42. What does your Headspace look like?
it’s just a white void with some beanbags n stuff. occasionally we make imaginary food/drinks
43. How do Members look like in Headspace? (example: Cartoony, Foggy, Realistic, ...)
if it’s clear, cartoon style. if it’s not they’re blurry but still cartoon style
44. Is there a reason why the Headspace looks the way it looks?
we don’t feel like making more stuff because we might do something wrong and fuck it up
45. Is it easy for you to enter Headspace?
idk
46. Do you remember what happened in Headspace when you switch into front?
not usually
47. Does time in Headspace pass (and if yes, is it at the same speed as in real life)?
i don’t think so. there’s no sun or clock but we don’t feel as though time passes
48. What is your favourite place in Headspace?
the pillow & blanket pile. good for resting
49. Are there "NPCs" within your Headspace?
not that i’m aware of
50. Are there any interesting fun facts about your Headspace?
no
51. Are there any "System Stereotypes" you fit into?
i don’t think so?
52. Who of you would be considered the "evil alter"? (in a lighthearted, joking manner)
oooOooOoooooOOOO four is EVIL and ready 2 commit heinous acts !!!!
53. What is your favourite inside-joke with a Member?
being colour-blind in headspace, it’s between me (Dirk) & Tord
54. What is your favourite Plural meme?
the “there is a little guy in my brain telling me to do these things” ones, intentionally a plural meme or not we find them funny
55. Is there any character that you headcanon as plural?
Wander from Wander Over Yonder (who just so happens to also be a member)
56. Is there any show or movie that you believe is a good plural representation, despite that not being its intention?
idk? i’d just go with Wander Over Yonder again, Wander’s many (what we perceive as) personalities/alter egos are still all him. we get to see them all in “The Wanders”
57. Is there any song that you believe decribes your plural experience?
“What’s In His Head?” by Jayden Wark (we love jayden wark) or [insert song from CCCC] by Chonny Jash (we love chonny jash)
58. What about an artwork that describes your plural experience?
uhhhhh maybe these two?? like they’re nothing that fully encapsulates it but it’s what we could find. they don’t show more than one person, but four’s world in general is pretty plural-coded to us.
59. Which Member of your System do you believe to be the prettiest of them all?
probably Warden
60. Do you collectively have a lucky number?
7 because yes
61. When did you first discover your System?
April 2024
62. How many Members did you know about during your Syscovery?
like 10
63. Was accepting your Plurality a challenge for you?
kind of? yes. we got paranoid that our thoughts could be heard and we’d be judged but then we realized “wait why would we do that to ourselves”. it felt like we were losing a sense of who we were kinda. even though we didn’t have that before. we were also afraid that we were “taking over whoever this person was” before we were plural
64. How did you learn about Plurality?
an alterhuman discord server
65. Where there any signs of your Plurality, if you look back at your past?
oh my god definitely
66. Do you think your Syscovery changed a lot in your life?
yes it made us feel like we finally kind of had an answer to what was wrong with us i guess?? it changed how we live every day
67. If you're out to others as plural, have they ever told you later on that they already thought about it before you realised?
idk we’re not out to anyone irl and our online friends didn’t know what being plural was so they’re just like “oh ok”
68. What was the biggest struggle during your Syscovery?
rediscovering our identities and just coping with the knowledge of existence i guess
69. Was there any big event that led to your Syscovery?
not really
70. What is something you want questioning plurals to know?
it’s okay to be afraid !!!! of anything involving plurality really. it’s okay to feel scared that you might be plural, it’s okay to feel scared about these things!! being afraid might be of some stigma or it might be because of
71. Are you Neurodivergent (and if yes, how?)
yes, we’re all on autistic + we have ADHD
72. Do you have any physical disability?
yes our legs hurt when they do their job
73. Do you have a dissociative disorder?
i suppose?
74. Do you have any other disorder?
yes
75. Do symptom vary in intensity depending on the fronter?
yes kind of
76. Do you think your disability / disorder has an influence on your plurality?
maybe
77. Do you have amnesia of any kind?
yes we have little-to-no memory of a lot of things ::(
78. Are there Members who deal better with symptoms than others?
yes
79. Do your disorders / disabilities influence communication or switching within your System in any way?
probably
80. Does being plural help with your disorders in any way? (example: another Member switching in to take care of the body during difficult times, ...)
maybe?
81. Which is your favourite plural flag?
it’s pretty and we like the meaning
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82. If you have one, which is your favourite plurality related tumblr blog?
any of the ones that make user boxes
83. What is a fun fact about your System?
we love horror?
84. What is a flavour of ice cream that describes you collectively?
birthday cake, the flavouring depends on where/what brand you get it from and there are so many variations and interpretations
85. Which pride flag is the prettiest, in your collective opinion?
abrosexual it’s a watermelon
86. If you collectively had to choose between being a sweet or a sour candy, which do you pick?
sour
87. Your body always morphs into what the current fronter(s) look like, would you want this power or not?
YES YES YES YES PLEASE IDC IF THE GOVERNMENT CLASSIFIES US AS AN ANOMALY PLEASE
88. Is there a Hatsune Miku in your System?
unfortunately i don’t think so ::(
89. Who has been in your System the longest (if you can remember)?
Tord, Four, Victor, or me i guess
90. If you collectively had to choose, would you rather only eat sweet foods or only eat savoury foods for the rest of your life?
savoury? you get less sick of them and there’s so many savoury things we like
91. If you collectively had to choose, would you pick to become a vampire or a werewolf?
werewolf!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! we have an obsession with werewolf mythology
92. Your body is transfered into one of your Members sources, which do you pick and why?
Homestuck because.
93. If all of you turned into animals right this second, which animals would we find in your System?
wolves, cats, birds, maybe a deer, mice maybe, terrifying aquatic beasts
94. What would a Minecraft server with all of your Members look like? (example: chaotic, peaceful, laggy, ...)
it would vary on the location of the map. once you go to the chaotic section there’s no going back /silly
95. If you could choose between only living in Headspace or only living in Meatspace (real life), which would you choose?
that’s a hard one……. meatspace has a lot of variety but we could technically change headspace to our liking
96. What topic would you collectively make a youtube channel about? (it can't be plurality!)
cartoons/the osc !!!!!!!! autism central basically lol
97. Which superpower would your body obtain, if you had to collectively decide on one?
shapeshifting, even disregarding plurality it’s always something we’ve wanted
98. Who would pick the coolest tattoo for the System and who would pick the worst?
coolest tattoo would be either me (Dirk) or Tord, worst would be Chaos or Amp
99. If you only were allowed to eat one food for the rest of your life, but you would have to decide on the food collectively, what would it be and what would the decision making look like?
soup, we’d all sit down at a table and be like “ok what’s the most versatile food that we could eat every day no exceptions” “how about soup” “YES okay meeting done”
100. What is the most fun about doing polls and answering questions, in your opinion?
we get to answer questions about ourselves
#One-Hundred
[pt: #one-hundred]
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In order to celebrate 100 days of posting, here are 100 questions for you to answer! You can either answer them all at once, or let others send in the numbers they are most curious about!
Some of them are general questions, others are just really silly and should not be taken too serious. I put a lot of effort into coming up with all of these, so I truely hope you have fun with this!
For simplicity sake, all questions will use the words "System" and "Members".
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1. What is your System name and / or the name you collectively go by?
2. Which word do you prefer to use for your System? (example: System, Collective, Constellation, ...)
3. What are your Systems origins, if you choose to label them?
4. Do you have any Subsystems?
5. Do you have any Sidesystems?
6. What is your opinion on you& / your& language and similar types?
7. What methodes do you use to keep track of your System and it's Members?
8. What is your Systems ways of communication?
9. Is communication hard or easy for you (and why is it the way it is)?
10. Do you view yourselves as parts of one person or as multiple people in one body?
11. Who are you out to as plural?
12. What languages do you collectively / one of you speak?
13. What is something you can't seem to collectively agree on?
14. If you have a collective Identity (such as Gender or Orientation), what is it?
15. Do you collectively identify as queer / LGBTQIA+?
16. Do you collectively identify as Otherkin, Alterhuman or Nonhuman?
17. Do you have a collective rentry / carrd / something along those lines? (feel free to share!)
18. What does switching feel like for you?
19. Are you Monoconscious, Polyconscious or something else?
20. What does fronting feel like for you?
21. How many System members do you have?
22. Which word / words do you prefer to use for members of your System?
23. Which age group seems to be the most common in your System?
24. Which gender seems to be the most common in your System?
25. Are there any talents / hobbies you picked up because of a Member?
26. Do you have any in-system relationships?
27. Do you label roles within your System (and if yes, which ones?)
28. Are most of your Members introjected, brainmade or something else?
29. Do you use names, emojis or something similar to sign off messages (and if yes, which ones and why?)
30. Do any of your System members use Xenogenders?
31. How do Members pick face claims?
32. Do you have any Introjects of popular sources?
33. Do you have any Introjects of unpopular sources?
34. Do you have nonhuman Members?
35. Do any of you use Typing Quirks?
36. Do all of you front, or only a selected amount?
37. Are there any Members who can't or prefer to not speak?
38. Are most of you short or tall in height?
39. Is there a Member that is collectively loved by all in the System?
40. Do any of you struggle with being front-stuck a lot of the time?
41. Do you have a Headspace (if not, is there a reason)?
42. What does your Headspace look like?
43. How do Members look like in Headspace? (example: Cartoony, Foggy, Realistic, ...)
44. Is there a reason why the Headspace looks the way it looks?
45. Is it easy for you to enter Headspace?
46. Do you remember what happened in Headspace when you switch into front?
47. Does time in Headspace pass (and if yes, is it at the same speed as in real life)?
48. What is your favourite place in Headspace?
49. Are there "NPCs" within your Headspace?
50. Are there any interesting fun facts about your Headspace?
51. Are there any "System Stereotypes" you fit into?
52. Who of you would be considered the "evil alter"? (in a lighthearted, joking manner)
53. What is your favourite inside-joke with a Member?
54. What is your favourite Plural meme?
55. Is there any character that you headcanon as plural?
56. Is there any show or movie that you believe is a good plural representation, despite that not being its intention?
57. Is there any song that you believe decribes your plural experience?
58. What about an artwork that describes your plural experience?
59. Which Member of your System do you believe to be the prettiest of them all?
60. Do you collectively have a lucky number?
61. When did you first discover your System?
62. How many Members did you know about during your Syscovery?
63. Was accepting your Plurality a challenge for you?
64. How did you learn about Plurality?
65. Where there any signs of your Plurality, if you look back at your past?
66. Do you think your Syscovery changed a lot in your life?
67. If you're out to others as plural, have they ever told you later on that they already thought about it before you realised?
68. What was the biggest struggle during your Syscovery?
69. Was there any big event that led to your Syscovery?
70. What is something you want questioning plurals to know?
71. Are you Neurodivergent (and if yes, how?)
72. Do you have any physical disability?
73. Do you have a dissociative disorder?
74. Do you have any other disorder?
75. Do symptom vary in intensity depending on the fronter?
76. Do you think your disability / disorder has an influence on your plurality?
77. Do you have amnesia of any kind?
78. Are there Members who deal better with symptoms than others?
79. Do your disorders / disabilities influence communication or switching within your System in any way?
80. Does being plural help with your disorders in any way? (example: another Member switching in to take care of the body during difficult times, ...)
81. Which is your favourite plural flag?
82. If you have one, which is your favourite plurality related tumblr blog?
83. What is a fun fact about your System?
84. What is a flavour of ice cream that describes you collectively?
85. Which pride flag is the prettiest, in your collective opinion?
86. If you collectively had to choose between being a sweet or a sour candy, which do you pick?
87. Your body always morphs into what the current fronter(s) look like, would you want this power or not?
88. Is there a Hatsune Miku in your System?
89. Who has been in your System the longest (if you can remember)?
90. If you collectively had to choose, would you rather only eat sweet foods or only eat savoury foods for the rest of your life?
91. If you collectively had to choose, would you pick to become a vampire or a werewolf?
92. Your body is transfered into one of your Members sources, which do you pick and why?
93. If all of you turned into animals right this second, which animals would we find in your System?
94. What would a Minecraft server with all of your Members look like? (example: chaotic, peaceful, laggy, ...)
95. If you could choose between only living in Headspace or only living in Meatspace (real life), which would you choose?
96. What topic would you collectively make a youtube channel about? (it can't be plurality!)
97. Which superpower would your body obtain, if you had to collectively decide on one?
98. Who would pick the coolest tattoo for the System and who would pick the worst?
99. If you only were allowed to eat one food for the rest of your life, but you would have to decide on the food collectively, what would it be and what would the decision making look like?
100. What is the most fun about doing polls and answering questions, in your opinion?
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enbyprentiss · 4 years ago
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Roommates
Genre: fluff, i guess? maybe some angst if you squint.
Spencer x Fem!Reader
(Y/N and Spencer are in college but he's aged up so they're both 18. italicized is Spencer's thoughts)
CW: implied roofie (nothing bad happens)
Part ll (contains smut)
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Our college has coed dorms. Which could be very unfortunate for some girls. However, I somehow was blessed with the beauty of a human that is Spencer Reid. He's a genius, a germaphobe, a bit of a loner but I'm cool with that--you get the idea, just overall a pretty dope kid. I always felt kinda bad whenever I stumbled into our dorm after parties, clearly drunk off my ass but always tried not to wake him up. I usually did though. Oops. We got along pretty well from the start. Despite what people might think about the lanky boy, he's actually quite funny. Ok, well not many people around here would understand his humor. But I do, and I love it. I was able to get him to break out of his shell a little bit, mostly by introducing him to my friends. We were both chemistry majors which is nice. Mostly because when I get stuck he's willing to spend hours explaining until I understand.
"Hey, Spence.", I walked into our room after my lecture. He didn't respond. He just stood there wide-eyed, "Are you....ok?", it wasn't until that moment that my brain processed what I was seeing. Spencer was standing there in just his boxers, not that I thought that was a big deal but, "Oh! I'm sorry--do you want me to um leave? I--"
He still didn't respond, just shrugged in a panic, "I'm sorry! I'll leave!", I called back as I closed the door behind me.
"Y/N, you can come back in now.", he cracked the door open behind me. Honestly, I didn't even realize I was still standing there.
"I'm really sorry, Spence."
"It's ok. Could've been worse."
I giggled at what he was implying while leaning against my bunk, "Well, we should probably go grocery shopping because I don't know if I can handle more dining hall food."
"Yeah, ok."
"Can I borrow a sweater?", he nodded turning towards his dresser to get one. Not necessary, as I had already taken the one that was laying on his bed.
"Why would you wear that one? It smells like me.", he laughed.
"Yeah, that's why I want it.", poor thing is so clueless.
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I was disoriented. Not like drunk. Well, yes I was drunk. But it was something more than that. My legs felt wobbly. My vision felt blurry. I could barely keep my eyes open. Something just felt...wrong. So, I did the only thing that seemed to make sense.
"Hello?", he sounded tired.
"Sp--Spencer?"
"Y/N, are you ok?", Spencer sat up more on the other line. It wasn't rare for Y/N to call him when she was out but he always worried when she did.
"I--I don't...think so.", he could hear her words were coming out slurred and in between heavy breaths.
"What do you mean?", he tried not to sound panicked, not wanting to worry her more.
"I think....I think someone might've--slipped something into my drink."
"Can you walk?"
"I-I don't know!"
"Hey, don't panic, ok?"
"Yeah--yeah...ok."
"Do you know where you are?"
"The bar down the street."
"Ok, just--hold on. Don't talk to anyone.", he hung up quickly. Walking down the stairs and starting Y/N's car. Spencer found her sitting on the curb with her head in her hands, "Y/N?"
I looked up at him the best I could and I could feel the tears in my eyes well, "It's ok. I promise.", he put his hand out to pull me up and swung my arm over his shoulder, "Do you trust me?"
"Yes."
"It sounds crazy, but I need you to throw up ok?", I nodded, "I'm sorry.", he whispered as he stuck his fingers in my mouth to make me gag. It worked.
It hurt Spencer seeing her like this. Panicked, confused, and hurting.
He swept me off my feet, carrying me into the car and handing me a water bottle.
"Don't drink it that fast, you might choke."
Spencer threw me over his shoulder and carried me into our room. If I wasn't so disoriented, I probably would've been surprised by his strength. He poured me a cup of pedialyte before sitting next to me on my bed to make sure I didn't fall forward or hit my head on the wall. We sat in silence for a while until words started pouring out of my mouth without me even realizing.
"Have I ever told you how much I love you?"
She doesn't mean that. She's confused.
"Spencer?"
"Yeah?"
"Have I?"
"I-I- - no, but you don't mean that. There's this thing called transference. You think that you love me because I helped you out of what could've been a really bad situation."
"That's gotta be the dumbest thing you've ever said."
What? No, that's a real thing. What if she really did mean it? No. Y/N doesn't like people like me.
"Spencer, I have loved you since the very first week we moved into together."
"R-really?"
"Yes! I don't know how you never caught on. I love everything about you."
"L-like what?"
"Well, first off you have incredible bone structure, the cutest curly brown hair, and doe like eyes. All of which are a huge plus. You're smart and funny without even trying. I like that you dress like you're one of the professors. And that I'm the only person that gets to see you in sweatpants and a hoodie. And that you'll let me wear them too. Even though, I have plenty of my own clothes. The list goes on forever really."
You're being stupid. She won't even remember any of this in the morning.
"Spencer?...I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said anything."
"No! It's ok. I just- - I don't think you're gonna remember any of this tomorrow."
"That may be true, but at least you'll finally know how I really feel."
What am I gonna do when she doesn't remember? How am I supposed to keep this all a secret? Does she even want it to be that? Do I tell her? No. That doesn't seem like a good  idea right now.
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I woke up to the sound of the door opening. Spencer came in drying his hair frantically with a towel.
"Oh, hey, Y/N."
"Hi.", I remembered. I remembered everything. And I think he knew I did. What the fuck do I do? Do we talk about it? Do we pretend it didn't happen? I don't think he ever said he loved me back. In fact, I'm pretty sure he didn't believe anything I said.
"Spence, I- -"
"You remember, don't you?"
"Mhm.", I nodded, "I hope you know I meant it. It wasn't just 'transference' or whatever you said."
"Wasn't it?"
Jesus Christ, is he trying to crush my soul?
"Spencer, I know you think that you're just this nerd that everyone makes fun of, but you're not. In fact, quite the opposite. All my friends think that you're cute, you're just shy. And that's ok.", I took a swig of mouth wash and spit it into a cup, "It's one of the many things I love about you."
I think I should tell her. Right? She seems serious. And I think we're already past the point of no return.
"Iloveyoutoo.", he muttered it and said it beyond fast, but I think I got the idea. I still wanted to hear him say it though.
"Hm?"
"I-I-I love you too.", I couldn't help but smile, not to mention his blush was too cute.
I put my hands up but dropped them back down, "I know you have that thing about touch, but can I kiss you?"
"Mhm.", so I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer and placed my lips softly against his. For someone who claimed to have no sexual experience, he was a damn good kisser. And I guess I just happened to be lucky #1.
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deliahscrush2003 · 3 years ago
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Fandom: Pacific Rim.
Face Claim: Teresa Palmer (I am Number Four, 2011)
Fic Series: True Blue.
Fic Playlist: True Blue Playlist.
Story Board: True Blue.
Pinterest Board: Indianna Taylor.
Headcannons: 1 | 2 | 3 |
Concept Art: N/A
Moodboard: 1 |
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Full Name: Indianna Taylor.
Preferred Name: Indy.
Gender: Female.
DOB: April 2nd, 2001.
Star sign: Aries.
Age: 16 (2017) 17 (2018) 18 (2019) 19 (2020) 20 (2021) 21-24 (2022-2025).
Affiliation: Pan Pacific Defence Corps, Sydney Shatterdome, Mark IV Jaeger True Blue.
Occupation: Jaeger Co-Pilot to Mark IV Jaeger, True Blue.
Sexuality: Bisexual.
Nationality: Australian.
Species: Human.
Location:
Gold Coast, Queensland. Australia.
The Jaeger Academy, Kodiak Island, Alaska. Canada.
The Shatterdome, Sydney. Australia.
Moral Alignment: Chaotic Good.
MBTI: ENTJ - Commander.
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Background:
Indianna "Indy" Taylor was only twelve years old when the first Kaiju came through the breach and attacked the US in 2013. Everyone around the world thought it was a freak accident, a fluke, especially as months went by and people stopped holding their breath that monsters were going to appear out of nowhere.
Until the Kaiju Hundun appeared in Manila, in 2014. Kaiceph four months after that.
September, 2014: Scissure happened and the world changed.
At least for Indy.
When Scissure attacked Sydney, Indy (13) and her twin sisters, Jess and Jaime (11), were curled up on the floor in front of their grandmother's television on the Gold Coast, wide-eyed and huddled together as the Kaiju wrecked havoc on the city.
The city where their parents were currently on holiday.
It took weeks before they received the news that their mother and father didn't make it. The funeral was a blur, one that Indy didn't quite remember except for the endless stream of apologies, black clothes, somber faces and legal matters that their grandmother handled on their behalf.
Their grandmother was their saving grace and Indy treasured her for all she did for them in those blurred-together months. After shaking herself out of the numbing state she had fallen into, she started stepping up.
She helped her grandmother in the kitchen, cleaned around the house, made errands to the post office and grocery store and as soon as she turned 14, she got a casual job at the local fast food restaurant.
However, she struggled in school, getting into fights with the trending Kaiju groupies who worshipped the monsters that razed cities to the ground and killed thousands of people.
The same monsters who killed her parents.
She was 15 when the fights grew past screaming matches and finally ended up with someone drawing first blood. She sat in the principal's office with a split lip and blood in her teeth. She repeated for the tenth time to the teachers that her grandmother couldn't pick her up because she didn't have a car.
They brought the guidance counsellor in to talk to her, to explain why it wasn't okay for her to just break people's noses, even if you didn't agree with them.
The guidance counsellor lost her husband to Scissure. She said she understood her anger but reminded her that the boy she punched was just a kid and that some people didn't know better.
The woman handed her an icepack and brought her a coke from tuckshop, cracking a joke that with passion like that, Indy would give the Jaeger pilots a run for their money.
It was joke but Indy was suddenly dead serious about the entire thing. She was finally allowed to take the public bus home and she did it feeling oddly vindicated, like something just clicked for her.
Jaeger Pilot.
The following year, at sixteen years old - the minumum age requirement for enlistment - Indy joined the Jaeger Pilot and enrolled at the Jaeger Academy, determined to prevent the deaths of others in the name of her parents.
It was in her class at the Jaeger Academy that she was met with her first obstacle.
It wasn't the harsh training conditions or how the training instructors seemed to be hell-bent on breaking their spirit.
No, it was the asshole jerkface known as Chuck Hansen.
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Family:
Unnamed Mother (deceased) †
Unnamed Father (deceased) †
Beryl Jones (maternal grandmother and guardian)
Jaime Taylor (younger sister)
Jessica "Jess" Taylor (younger sister)
Friends: N/A
Frenemy: N/A
Enemies:
Kaiju (Scissure killed her parents so she's a bit sore about it)
Love Interest: Chuck Hansen (rival, co-pilot, drift compatiable).
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FUN FACTS:
• scared of water • temper temper • fist fights are hot • left-handed • neon lights • bruised knees and ripped jeans • likes salty foods • can't sleep alone • orphaned • picked fights in the school yard • best taste in music • competitive as fuck • misses her parents • her grandmother is an angel • likes to walk everywhere • will wander off if she is drunk • takes everything as fighting words • her sisters are her best friends • once challenged Pentacost to an arm wrestle and was luckily not fired • is strictly a dog person •
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facets-and-rainbows · 4 years ago
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Blue Exorcist 10th anniversary book Q&A session
The 10th anniversary book has a section where Katoh answers 100 questions submitted by fans on Twitter, so here they are translated/paraphrased! May contain manga spoilers up to the recent flashback arc, so be warned.
(Note that I’m playing it very fast and loose here because there are A HUNDRED OF THEM, so not exact wordings, but it should capture the gist. Lemme know if there are any you want elaborated on)
1. Katoh likes the feel of traditional drawing more than digital but is impressed with how far digital has come
2. Meph THOROUGHLY ABUSES spacetime to watch all his shows and ensure that he gets all the merch he wants
3. Did the girls take all of Yukio’s school uniform buttons in middle school? Yes, they did (apparently it’s like A Thing for girls to ask for a button from their crush at middle school graduation, based on some sad movie from the 60s where a guy who got drafted as a kamikaze pilot gave a girl one of his uniform buttons to remember him by)
4. Rin's tail is about a meter long
5. There are tons of servants working at Mephisto's mansion. Belial is in charge of them
6. Katoh borrows from all sorts of neat real locations when making settings
7. Katoh identifies with pretty much all the characters the most! Except Lucifer.
8. Demon designs she's proud of include the impure king and hachirou, pretty much anything that was the main one in an arc
9. Katoh lists a bunch of her favorite musical artists/music she’s listening to recently: King Gnu, Official Hige Dandism, Kenshi Yonezu, BAD HOP, Sakanaction, Keyakizaka 46, Hypnosis Mic, Aimer, B’Z, Queen Bee.
10. Awww the rabbit manga that characters are often reading isn't just Robo to Usakichi, it's an even older one that she drew as a little kid
11. She likes industrial style interior designs
12. Rin and Yukio alternated who got the top bunk growing up, because they couldn't agree on it lol
13. Katoh cares a whole lot about panel layouts and speech bubble positions, might even be her favorite part of the process (it shows!)
4. Katoh does NOT have a mashou, lol
15. Rin has probably been practicing in secret so he can learn to carry stuff with his tail
16. Izumo probably got into shojo manga around 1st grade, her mom had some around the house
17. Specialty dishes: Rin - lots of stuff but especially nabe Yuri - stuff you can throw together quickly Shiro - stuff he learned from Yuri and/or cookbooks, alongside teaching Rin Yukio - Does. Not. Cook.
18. Can't pick a favorite place she's been on research, but there's no place like Japan
19. Kinzou's band isn't currently meeting because demons, but he's probably still thinking of new songs
20. Hardest characters to draw: anyone with detailed flowing hair. Hardest to write for: Lightning and Gedouin. She had to go read books about serial killers specifically for material for Gedouin, lol 
21. Suguro actually gets a dorm room to himself, though allegedly Yukio is technically assigned as his roommate, lol. Didn't end up that way what with Yukio being a teacher and also Rin’s whole...situation
22. Shiemi makes some of her own hair accessories! Cute
23. Katoh doesn't mind if you include stuff with fan letters but check with the editor first
24. Time for making each chapter: Planning/storyboarding: 1-5 days. Sketching: 3-5 days. Drawing/inking: the rest. Just...the rest of the time
25. Neither Suguro nor Izumo have dated before and neither is currently dating. But that's probably just because things were hectic for them! It could happen
26. Yukio breaks 5 or 6 pairs of glasses a year, someone get this kid a strap or something
27. How many spare glasses does Yukio have? Check the fanbook lol it's in there (dang it Katoh)
28. The demon she wants us to pay the most attention to is Lucifer. Because plot.
29. What's under the Order's big meeting table? It's a BOTTOMLESS PIT and if you fall in it you DIE that's what makes it COOL (laughs)
30. What are the job requirements for the angelic legion? Literally just Arthur liking you and inviting you to join
31. She WANTS to do more character profiles but just hasn't gotten to it
32. Rin's tail feels like a cat tail, texture wise
33. The "red Assiah fire" is literally just actual fire nothing special
34. Rin's current hair color is light blue fading to white at the ends
35. Thoughts on Rin's growth: she likes that he stays positive in awful situations and she also thinks it's very main character of him to face the past instead of avoiding it
36. Mephisto didn't purposely surround Rin with stuffed animals when he woke up after going crispy. Mephisto's bed is just Like That
37. Kurikara was based on a cool sword she found in a sword book, but that one was technically just a ceremonial sword. The symbol on it us a Sanskrit letter kaan (sp?) associated with Fudou Myouou
38. Kuro can communicate with normal cats and hangs out with them often
39. Sometimes Shiemi's skirt is extra fancy around the hem what's up with that? Apparently it's an optional accessory that comes with the skirts help I haven't noticed this and don't know any fashion terms in any language
40. When coloring, Katoh always tries to have an overall theme in mind ("emphasis on blue" etc) so it comes together in the end
41. Yes the twins are genetically related to Shiro because of Goro (she says they're like his nephews but I say GENETICALLY at least they'd be indistinguishable from his children)
42. Strongest mom of all the strong moms around here? Yuri! Did you SEE her give birth??
43. Are you careful about your own health Katoh-sensei? Not particularly! Her mom has had to bring her food at work sometimes! Don't do this at home kids
44. At the dating events Shura goes to, does she drink cocktails in moderation? Yeah, she probably downplays her normal drinking habits at these things. But normally she's down for just about any kind of drink
45. Lucifer just really likes oysters okay
46. How many pages of manga does Katoh draw in a day? If she's being good about self-care: three. Maximum number ever: TEN
47. Mephisto is one of those folks who can eat like a garbage compactor and never gain weight. Possibly because his body resists that sort of change the same way it resists aging etc
48. First food Rin cooked: fish burger type patty. Yukio's favorite things Rin cooks: fish simmered in soy sauce, yellowtail with daikon radish. It's fish all the way down
49: Did Rin ever get more monthly allowance from Mephisto? It doubled! He gets TWO 2000 yen bills now (rip) [T/N: That's uh, that's USD $37.26 a month or 33.10 euro]
50. Why isn't Rin more popular with the girls? He gets nervous talking to them, plus he's too oblivious to notice even if he DID have some fans
51. Why change Suguro's hair? She gets bored with keeping everything the same, and she wanted a visual representation that he was getting serious and going into kind of a training arc
52. Things Katoh pays extra attention to when drawing: trying to capture the feel of whatever she's drawing (like "that looks warm and soft" or "I bet that guy stinks" cough Lightning cough)
53: Does Rin take after Yuri more? (He's got her eyes!) Katoh tried to draw Yuri so she looks like both twins. Personality, too - Yukio has her smarts and Rin has her optimism
54: Do you ever wanna be like Mephisto? Well she'd like to be able to get away with just ANYTHING EVER, but no, let's not be like Mephisto
55. Konekomaru not only carries around a cat toy in case he meets any cats, he MAKES cat toys to carry around based on what he thinks the cats would like
56. How'd you come up with Shima? Go read the fan book!
57. Do the kids have Twitter/Instagram accounts? Rin - probably not. Konekomaru might be on some social media. Paku and Izumo are totally on instagram
58. Is there something Rin makes that you wish you could try? All of it! That's the whole idea! He's good at cooking!
59. Will we ever have a (G-rated) reveal of what ALL of Mamushi and her family's tattoos look like? Maybe! She'll think about it
60. Does Arthur have a repertoire of different hairstyles? Not really, he just puts some of it up on the top. Heck he might even have people to do that for him
61. If you wrote a shojo manga what would it be about? She'd have to do a lot of research before even coming up with a story, since there are so many style differences between the genres aside from just the subject
62. The other two of Mephisto's top 3 favorite foods: Cup ramen and....f-fried bubblegum?? Is that a THING???
63. Where do you start when drawing a character? Usually the outline of their face but if it's a complex pose/composition she'll start with whatever's in the foreground (like hands)
64. If Katoh could have a familiar, what demon would she choose? Mephisto. As the all-powerful author, she might actually be able to command him as a familiar!
66. If you swapped Yukio and Rin's relationship around what would change? not much, you'd pretty much have Rin going to the Illuminati and Yukio going to the past
67. Top 3 foods/souvenirs to try in Kyushu? Well she doesn't know what’s good CURRENTLY but when she was there she always used to like burdock tempura udon, hakata torimon (a kind of manju with white bean paste inside), and Chikae style cod roe. today I learned Katoh went to high school in Kyushu
68. Katoh listens to music a lot while she's storyboarding, then when she and the assistants are all drawing and inking they put various videos/movies and stuff on in the background
69. For all his hitting on girls, is Shima actually popular with the ladies at all? He's got enough girls in his life that he probably COULD find a girlfriend if he really wanted, but the double agent thing tends to get in the way. He still wouldn't be as popular as Yukio though (side thought/translator’s note: Shima would be proud of being number 69.)
70. Katoh has the ending planned out in a big-picture way, but there are still a few details here and there that she's fretting over
71. It's cute when the boys put their ties over their shoulders when they're working on something! Where'd that come from? She just figured a tie might get in the way and that seemed like a realistic way to get it out of the way
72. Looks like Yukio is getting some facial hair! What about Rin? They're both about the age for it, but maybe Rin can't grow a beard yet. Maybe a little peach fuzz here and there
73. Katoh's favorite blue exorcist merch? There were some exorcist licenses a while back, and the exorcist pins. Basically it's really cool that these little accessories she drew ACTUALLY EXIST NOW, LIKE YOU CAN HOLD THEM IN YOUR HANDS
74. Okay realtalk how long do we have left, I don't want the series to end yet? We're solidly in the second half by now but it's not, like, ABOUT to end yet
75. Katoh would be a Knight meister, based on what characters she likes to play in games and such
76. How many people in the whole exorcism cram school? More than you think! She doesn't give a number but apparently licensed exorcists also attend classes for new meisters, etc, so there's a wide age range attending
77. How's Arthur feel about, like, studying Taming on the way to becoming Paladin? He's at least mostly accepted that you have to use demons to fight demons effectively
78. Konekomaru started wearing glasses in his first year of middle school, so like 7th grade (more recent than I thought!) He has one spare pair, in contrast to Yukio lol
79. Katoh's current obsessions? Ghost/scary stories! She's even been going to live readings of them recently
80. Media Katoh consumes for inspiration? A wide range of foreign teen drama, horror/suspense, shojo manga, light novels, anime, etc. Special focus on things where two boys are in conflict or there are brothers involved
81. If they weren't exorcists what jobs would they have? Rin - chef. Yukio - doctor. Shiemi - uh, florist?
82. Inspiration for the design of True Cross Town? Katoh and her assistants gathered up a bunch of references, picked out stuff they felt matched the tone, and mashed them all up together
83. Did you use any references etc for the school/exorcist uniforms? She says she probably should have but she just kind of made them up before publication
84. Favorite part of drawing? For color pages, picking out a color scheme. For black and white, drawing in all the little details (though she doesn't always get time to lately)
85. Once again confirms the demon kings' weird hair is a representation of their horns. ADDS THAT PEOPLE WHO CAN'T SEE DEMONS CAN'T SEE THE WEIRD HAIR
86. Now that Yukio's at the Illuminati, where's he gonna get his Jump SQ and spare glasses? Well he probably never planned to stay for long, but hey it's a big ship and they might have an optometrist and/or newsstand there
87. Do you base the demon characters on any references etc? Not really, she just gets a general idea of popular demon designs and then makes up her own in her own style
88. Merchandise Katoh personally wants to have made: stuff that an adult could just use in their day to day life. Also, it's not gonna happen, but if her favorite figure brand made AoEx figures she could die happy
89. If Beelzebub's host body was a beautiful woman, how would Shima react? Would the womanizing win out over the bug phobia? Katoh replies that Shima would probably just faint from being near a girl that pretty, before the bugs even got involved
90. Will the twins ever get to smile and eat dinner together again?? We'll just have to wait and see!
91. What do you check at a "scenario check"? what's a scenario check man I dunno They check for people being out of character or the setting feeling off. They had a lot of these checks for the anime, but they also do them for the drama CD, games, and all that other stuff where multiple authors are involved
92. Why does Shura use baldy as an insult for people who are clearly not bald? She feels like they have some kind of metaphorical, mental kind of "baldness" and she's calling them out on it. Whatever that means
93. After Blue Exorcist ends, what do you want to draw next? She has SO MANY IDEAS, SO MANY
94. Did Katoh make up the Shinto chants that, for example, Izumo used against Gedouin? They're assembled from bits of actual Shinto prayers according to what feels right in the scene
95. Yukio reads the Jump SQ, right, and, just hear me out here, he likes gag manga, right? Does this mean he reads Salaryman Yukio? It's something he would read, but let's say that in the AoEx universe there's just a very similar manga that he finds oddly relatable
96. What do Yukio and Shima do in their free time on the Dominus Liminus? oh my god you guys this ship has so many amenities.  Yukio probably spends time reading in the library, which they totally have. There's also, like, a gym, and a movie theater, and a THEATER theater, all of which are free. Shima probably hangs out at the pool (!) and goes to the movies, and hits on illuminati girls, lol
97. Easiest character to draw? The ones with boring simple hair, lol. Lightning gets an honorable mention for ALSO not having eyes in most shots, but Rin wins--he was specifically designed to be easy for Katoh to draw because that's what you want in your main character
98. How do demons understand gender? They just possess whatever feels like the best match to how they feel in Gehenna, whether that's a man, or a woman, or a rat, or whatever
99. Where do you start when you're coming up with a story? She starts with character design and how the characters relate to each other. Currently she's just continuing an existing story, so she works on splitting up the overall plot into episodes and fleshing it out with scenes and information about characters
100. When do you feel most happy? She honestly feels like she lives a very happy life overall. Mentions noticing a lot of little things, like how nice her cats' heads smell when she cuddles them or taking a nice cold refreshing drink of water. There's happiness in everything. aww.
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soranihimawari · 3 years ago
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Crowned Kings
When Aoba Josai extends an invitation to other schools, one person on the team learns that not all love is naive.
Suggested audience: 18+, mdni
Rated: angst to fluff (OTA-> OTF)//estranged classmates to lovers
Warnings: nsfw title including praise and both leads being subjected into facing their feelings; mutual understanding; allusion to contraceptives & previous partners; both leads are third years in high school (18 years old minimum)
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If you were to give into selfish ways, you would have done so ages ago. Judging by the way time moves in your mind, you think back to when you first spot an old friend from your shared middle school years. It isn’t everyday you follow the same person who was essentially fawned over for more than just his athletic agility. Always going on about something called talent and making things bloom. You weren’t a botanist, but you were entranced by his honeyed words. You are not shy when coming face to face with him again especially in high school; this time, they call him prince. Your school is a formidable castle and instead of a joust, there is a net strewn up. There is a match, or so you heard, against their rivals. A teacher asks for a student volunteer to take extra notes for exam week in order to ensure the athletic teams don’t fall too far behind academically. You are volun-told into doing it since your marks thus far had improved overall (most classmates envy your mind to retain information presented once or even twice to you), your average exam score is no higher than a 95/100.
“Have you thought about where you want to go to school yet?” the same (homeroom) teacher asks.
“No sensei, I haven’t. Perhaps if I get a scholarship, I might pursue international studies,” you still write your meticulous notes for four out of the five athletes on the volleyball team. The fifth one is a second year student who, due to his temper, must take his exams in a room of peaceful white noise. Finding a tutor was proving difficult, yet you were just as surprised during mid-morning break, a few more of his classmates kind of asked you on his behalf; you agreed and came up with a schedule together. The third year quartet on the other hand are chaotic and quite the handful, yet each of them have their struggles too. The only ones who truly are given an insight to your life outside of school are the two who have known of you, just give them time you think to yourself. You still write notes for applied physics and calculus calculations and your teacher straightens her desk.
“Hmm… that does suit your nomadic style kiddo,” the teacher says. “Don’t forget to pass the notes along to the boys. Seems like afternoon practice is about to start.”
You bid your educator good day. The walk from the maths hallway is always longer than the one from the foreign language ones.
By the time your ten minute walk across campus, you hear various voices of people you recognize and a few more you don’t. Apparently, this practice before the final(?) matches of the inter-high prelims is a bit more intense. You round the corner and sneak a peek at your school’s volleyball team. On the other side of the net, you see a team in red, white, and black. There’s even a third and a fourth school. One you knew to be Fukurodani because the chatter amongst the girls in your class this week was two schools from Tokyo were driving to practice with and against the so-called Grand King. Karasuno, the other team whom you’re more than acquainted with, was the powerhouse school your uncle had wanted to attend. Your parents were off on some prospective business across the South China Sea and your uncle graciously agreed to ‘babysit,’ even if you are more than capable of handling yourself. The noise of shouts and bouncing volleyballs makes you think of your favorite horror movies or carnival mazes. The coaches sit or stand on one side of the court with a whiteboard displaying each team’s weakness, while the sponsors talk with the managers who swap notes. Perhaps today is a bad day to stop by and drop the study materials, but here you are.
“I didn’t know Seijoh had such goddesses on campus, did you?” There is a bold one on the team in the red and black uniform. He speaks with a city boy accent and you bring your paper stacks up to hide half your face.
You’ve been spotted. Great.
“What makes you think you’re worthy of looking at me then?” you arch an eyebrow at him and you immediately apologize when his jaw hits the floor. His pudding cup teammate chuckles amused by your choice of words.
“Holy shit, Take-chan. Never seen you got shot down that quickly before,” the one you assumed was the captain of his team continues to playfully scold him. “Sorry about him.”
“It’s fine,” you reply. “I thought he was a bit unhinged.”
Your paper still obscures your face until the second year you tutored makes a beeline to rescue you from the crafty captain.
“Senpai,” he wraps his arm around your shoulders, ushering you away. He narrows his eyes at the other invited player who just rolls his shoulders with a boyish smirk. A little overprotective bee doesn’t hurt anyone, especially if loyal to a queen.
“You changed your hair little bee,” you greet. Your arms lower to your side, notebook papers in still both hands. You bow to the other player before taking your leave. “Nice to meet you city boy.”
A few moments later, your ears are ringing with the playful yodel of one Oikawa Tooru. You stack the papers together, handing it to him. Iwazumi, Hanamaki, and Mattsukawa surround you in a small circle of defense. Sometimes your fellow third years are a bit chaotic idiots, but you vibing with them this afternoon was a much needed change of pace. Apparently you are informed of the who’s who in the teams that were invited today: Nekoma was known for their rivalry against Karasuno, but after watching a majority of their games, their blocking was really solid; Fukurodani still had one of the top 5 aces in the country, Bokuto, meaning that it would be good practice when they’d face Ushijima; and Karasuno, being the wildcard they are who aren’t afraid to test new plays, were there honing their teamwork strategy overall.
“You’re just here to drop these off?…Aww, aren’t you going to cheer for us?” Oikawa puts on a playful pout.
You pinch the bridge of your nose where your reading glasses normally sat at home.
“No,” you state flatly. Crossing your arms over your chest, you decide to play a cheeky prank. One that would make the grand king bend to your every whim. “I’m here to say hi to my favorite former kouhai,” you turn on your heel and walk straight toward Karasuno’s side.
“But I thought I was your favorite,” Oikawa whines stop immediately when he sees you greet Kageyama. He seems awkward and nervous, but you give him a word of encouragement. The other members of his team are eager to meet you too, causing a short ruckus to break out.
“You have your hands full, huh, Sawamura-kun?” you chuckle watching the shenanigans unfold. The captain laughs with you before you excuse yourself saying something about how Oikawa might murder you for flirting.
“You really are a troublemaker,” he says over his shoulder. “Oi! Kageyama! Don’t toss Hinata because he just—what did I just say?!”
You’re just about to head out, noticing that menacing aura was coming from your own team, hence the hurried place. However, that wasn’t going to come easily since you’re stopped by two members of Fukurodani, both spared you empathetic glances.
“You’re cute,” one of the managers says. She was eating an onigiri from her ‘practice bento’ due to her high metabolism, she could have easily been mistaken for a competitive eater.
“Come on Kaori!” her cohort says. Her sports jacket is pristinely shining in the gym fluorescent lights. “Clearly she’s in a bit of a hurry. So sorry about that.”
You say it’s ok, you don’t mind the compliment. The other managers from Karasuno also are within earshot and join you, the boys who were coming up with strategies for their team pause periodically to look at the brief exchange between you five.
“But she’s so cute Hikari,” Kaori excitedly notes. “Right Kyoko-san?”
The fellow manager nods. However, you notice a spare grain of rice resting on Kaori’s cheek and you discreetly pinch it away, causing the girl to swoon. Hikari is pulling her awkwardly chatty friend back to the side lines while waving over her shoulder. You bow to Kyoko and her first year protégé exchanging pleasantries prior to you finally walking away from the gym.
Thirty minutes. You were there for a total of thirty minutes and you were the only person who stayed on the forefront of a very talented setter’s mind. Practice was grueling, but overall, a fun three hours where matches were observed, new plays were discovered, and a good defensive plan started to take root. Later on, as the visiting teams were getting ready to load on to the buses, the captain of Nekoma is seen talking to Oikawa.
“Wait, you two aren’t a thing?” the sly cat asks.
“Only in his mind,” Iwazumi says behind his best friend with the final net folded in his hands.
“Would you quit doing that?” Oikawa said, an exasperated look of contentment weighs on his brow. “As far as I know, she doesn’t fall for charms. Maybe for the first time in my life I have to vie for her attention, Kuroo.”
The captains shake hands before they part. Karasuno and Fukurodani have since departed wishing their hosts good luck as well.
An hour later, you’re still studying the last part of the new math content theory when you decide to stop for the night. Your posture could use a well deserved break, so you do your wrist and arm stretches over all. Stifling a yawn, you glance at your phone. There were a few texts from other classmates inviting you out to the local arcade on Friday night and perhaps five or six more notifications from a certain setter asking you to go over some material one on one at the tea café tomorrow afternoon. You ask if he means the one by the train station closest to you. On the other side of the city, Oikawa beams at your reply. His nephew, at the dinner table, calls him out for having a massive crush on you.
*** the next day ***
You arrive early. Like two hours early: all your materials are packed and organized in your backpack. You board the train, calling and making sure Oikawa won’t back out.
“He is a man of his word,” according to a classmate of yours. She is part of the fan club who adores his good looks, her button with a crown is shiny and new. You curl your hand under your chin atop your desk, peering out of the window to the soccer field. The boys are playing a rambunctious game against the loudmouthed soccer team led by the jackass who has a notorious reputation for dating the field. What you don’t know is the same player kept pushing Oikawa to give up on pursuing you just so he could shoot his shot and Oikawa being a bit selfish, refuses. Makki mutters a playful insult about how his captain is at your beck and call even when you’re nowhere near them.
“High school is weird,” you acknowledge whilst closing your eyes for a moment.
“That is true,” your friend nods. She fiddles around with a needle and thread to fix a loose button on her uniform. “Shit.”
She pricked herself, sucking on her index finger and dropped the sewing items on the desk. They land with a soft clink on your desk and you thread it for her.
You turn to look at your phone every twenty minutes for any sign Oikawa would back out, but that comes to a stop when you see the familiar set of tree bark brown curls bounce outside the glass doors. He also arrives early because he wanted to make a good impression, or something like that.
“You watch too many rom-coms,” you muse.
You notice he doesn’t have very much study materials on his person and that was when you suddenly go quiet. Was he meaning to turn this study session into an actual date? Maybe. Were you duped into coming halfway across town just to hang out, casually, with the pretty handsome and popular.
“Where are your books? Didn’t you say this was a study date?” you press on.
Honestly, he thought it would be cute to share your books with him, but he saw you were annoyed. He rarely says things on his mind because of his ‘local’ celebrity status, so he speaks the truth. The one time he wants to try, you’re trying to not cause him any problems, so you fold your hands neatly on the table anticipating his reply.
“I-ugh-I…” he clears his throat before he sits down next to you. “Thought we could share?”
“Unbelievable,” you hang your head. “Of course I’d be duped into coming here under the pretense of studying with you. Why can’t you be honest with me for thirty seconds?”
“I am trying to, but you won’t listen to me ichigo-chan,” Oikawa sternly says. He slumps down even further, a broken smile reaches his eyes when the nickname he called you on the playground in middle school is the last thing he says. Perhaps striving for your attention was a star even he can’t reach or perhaps both are afraid of the uncharted waters you two would travel in.
You collect yourself and rear your emotions in order prior to you returning your undivided attention back to the equations from last night. Your handwriting is sloppy, but it is legible enough that Oikawa follows along, deciding maybe silence would be better. There is a thick tension in the air between you and you decide to speak from your mind rather than letting your emotions control you, albeit an hour later, but you give in to your wanton need for something sugary and sweet. Oikawa glances at your answer booklet and using the pen he borrows from your pouch, he writes his question.
‘Break?’
You nod and the squeaking noise he made was otherworldly, even by your standards. You cover your mouth with the back of your hand, laughing at the other patrons who shushed him shortly afterward.
“What would you like?” he asks, a bit perplexed by what you could possibly order and it comes as a surprise to him when you just want a tiramisu milk tea and chocolate chip cookie. You mention something about being considerate when he comes back with a tray filled with your order, his milk bread and tea are juxtaposed with yours.
“Are we ok now?” Oikawa is pensive you reason as he rips off a piece of his beloved pastry and stuffing his face with it. You are mid sip and you nearly choke on whatever you have in your mouth. You cough nervously forcing out a raspy, “yes, why?”
“You’ve been scolding me for, I don’t know…hmm… the last two weeks? And you act like you don’t like me at all.”
You clear your throat after dabbing the corners of your mouth with a napkin; his mask of comadearie breaks for a moment. There is sadness with a distinct sense of loneliness you could not quantify and it fills the shine in his mousse-colored eye. You lean back in your chair, prepared to explain.
“Oikawa Tooru,” you breathe his name like it's the last thing on your nerves. “Don’t you dare sell yourself short. You’re popular enough to have any girl or fan throw themselves at you…What kind of king does that anyways?”
He blinks back a slight smug grin. “What do you mean by that?”
You really have to spell it out for this dense kid, then so be it:
“Do you have any idea how many stares I get in the hallways just for the mere fact that I know you? No, of course not. Figures.”
You don’t know where the vinegar and acid come from, but you do make one thing very clear: you’re here to help in academics, no more, no less. You thank him for the treat, mentioning it was a one time thing.
“Anything for the person I love,” he mumbles under his breath. You drew in a sharp breath and he knows you fully heard him when he continues eating his milk bread without making eye contact with you the rest of the time you’re here together.
“You love me?” was the first time you make an effort to not sound so callous. It doesn’t go unnoticed by him either. His eyes close with a reassuring nod; he leans a bit forward, his forehead comes into contact with your shoulder. A soft thud makes you give him an amused smile.
“Do you doubt me?” He is shy this way, hiding his face like a child.v
“No,” you reply. You eat the last reming parts of your pastry too before Oikawa can ask you anything else, like why your heart nearly hit overdrive a few moments ago at his confession.
With the study material nearly mastered, both of you think now is a good time as any to put a stop to your study session. You mention something about the trains being overcrowded in the afternoon.
“Not everyone can live in Sendai,” you answer.
You smile a bit when you watch his face twist into one of utter cluelessness. He just thought you lived close by, certainly walking to school was an option for you too, right? You failed to inform him your father had been given an opportunity for his business and your mother thought it best to close on a home further away in the mountain side than remain in the city for the last year of your high school career.
“At least let me walk you to the station,” Oikawa offers afterward.
You’re both already outside, walking side by side. He holds your textbooks in one hand, extending his free elbow for you to take. Entertaining the idea, you loop your arm around his just to watch him form phrases and half sentences when you do.
“Why did you flirt with ‘em all?” Oikawa pouts a bit when he thinks about the practice you came by.
“Did not,” you said.
“Did too,” oikawa replies.
A beat of silence drops before everything comes to a head in your mind (and your heart): did he think you were playing hard to get since middle school or at least he was thinking you were a tsundere brat like Makki has teased you two since you became the volleyball team’s unofficial-official tutor?
You stopped walking abruptly and turned sharply into his upper arm. He and you exhange sounds of “oof!” and “what the hell?!” You back step a little, so you can get a good glance of him without the rose colored glasses everyone seemed to have around him. As a test, you ask him a question you weren’t too sure you’d like the answer to:
“Oikawa,” you start out slowly. Your hair is a bit disheveled, but his Adam's apple bops a bit when he swallows dryly before you continue. “Were you jealous because I talked to the Nekoma captain or because I didn’t talk to you?”
And the answer is suddenly written all over his face when he squished your cheeks between his calloused palms. His sister has taught him everything he knows about girls and falling in love, but the fairytales can’t compare to the way he feels when his whole world can fit so magnificently in his hands.
“You have no idea,” his voice is astute. “You wound me, Ichigo-chan.”
He lets go of your face and he seemed so defeated like when you scolded him hours ago
“yn,” your facetious tone makes something inside his soul stir with something other than profound love, it was unyielding and casual.
“yn,” he repeats, making sure he says it properly through every syllable, carving your name into the air. “You just figured it out?”
You are coquettish, a canine of your nibbles on the bottom lip. You don’t fight him this time when his arms pull you back into him, he is giving you a million reasons as to the whys, hows, whens, and wheres.
“Tooru,” his sister returns home from a shopping trip with his nephew. As she puts away the orange juice, she notices something amiss in her brother’s demeanor. She realizes perhaps now, at seventeen, her brother must have met someone of extreme significance which would test his patience more so than Iwazumi.
“Huh?” he asks, fiddling around with a pen in his hand. Your notes explaining the material with little doodles was a dead giveaway for his sister who snuck up behind him.
“Who are you thinking about?” addressing the elephant in the room.
“yn.”
“Again?”
“Always.”
His sister just grins when she sits down in front of her brother, who in all his upbringing with his charms, finally met someone who is an enigma.
“You’re in love with someone who doesn’t fall for your parlour tricks,” and sometimes the star setter loathes his sister’s clairvoyance. “And let me take a wild guess, you’ve tried everything that would have worked for the fan club who swoon any time except her?”
“Damn, you’re good,” he utters, dropping his pen.
She folds her arms over her chest when she leans back in the chair.
“May I offer some advice ni-chan?”
Oikawa is all ears, so for the entire school week leading up to the practice with the out of town teams, he takes his sister’s advice. You were wondering why there was a crowd around your desk two days later. Apparently, the first set of the gifts were completely fawned over by your classmates. There were notes and cute doodles that mirror your own and you hid it immediately. You were deliberate in refusing gifts because for you, gifts were not something you accepted in your household. The gossip among the girls in the third floor had finally reached the ears of the volleyball team.
Oikawa was being particularly difficult that day and when you found him during mid-morning break, you handed the gifts back plus a few extra yen for his troubles. You mention something about being flattered, but gifts extravagant as these should be meant for someone else; you didn’t understand that was one of his tells. Oikawa goes home deflated and throws the bag on the kitchen counter yelling with an aggravated sigh. His sister comes out of her room on her day off, Takeru was at practice and she was on her way out to pick him up, but she arched an eyebrow mentioning something eye opening to him.
“Did it ever occur to you that yn-chan doesn’t like gifts? I mean,” she clears her throat and hands her brother a much needed cup of water and draws back the curtain a little bit. “Her clothes are all secondhand, not that there's anything wrong with that, but she’s a good kid.”
Oikawa starts to drink his water quietly. He undoubtedly loves you, which is true, yet he replays the conversation you two had. You make no comment about his pristine clothes, so he tries to pinpoint the deatails of your uniform. Apparently the shirt you wore was well loved, the skirt pleats had edges that definitely seen better days, yet the only thing that seemed ‘new’ was your bow around your neck. You hand the bag back to him, trying to express that maybe this wasn’t your style nor were any of the trinkets in your color.
“Tooru, you can’t please everybody or buy their affection.”
Realization washes over his face and he says he’s an idiot. His sister pats his shoulder telling him to not give up so fast. She leaves, mentioning something about taiyaki and ice cream with her son tonight, extending an invitation to him.
Now, here you both are, a confession on the tip of your tongue. Oikawa’s hand is running through your hair and your arms, although they shake with irrevocable kindness meant to endure.
“My sweet girl,” he whispers into your hair; his lips press against the crown of your head, then another on your forehead.
“Walk me home in the dead of night,” you phrase your request like a question on purpose when you grasp his hand.
On the train ride back to your family home, the bell towers around the business complexes are chiming five times for the hour. The suburb you live in is quieter, a bit darker, lit only by the soft glow of the sidewalk lights. He asks you questions to see if there was something he missed. When you answer honestly without any cloud of judgement, he finds his anchor in re-learning your love language. It dawns on him when your house comes into the perview.
“You really are a princely-type,” you tease, poking his cheek with your free hand. Touch, feather like and filled with an energy he knows well, Oikawa purses his lips, trying to peck at your index finger.
“Ah,” he replies, awestruck at your compliment. “Does that make you my pauper-love?”
The pun makes your jaw hit the floor because he is now so much closer to you; when did you allow him to be this close? You can’t remember nor do you have time to when you hear your bag hit the floor and his lips find yours the moment the books in his hands are dropped to the wayside too.
Your senses are blocked and overloaded with everything that makes him uniquely yours: the scent of his cologne invades your nose like a knave vying for a token; the feel of his clothes on your hands when you press your open palms against his chest; his locks of hair brush against your forehead… it’s as equally whimsical as it is burning. Neither of you want to let go, so instead, he presses you to lean on him more. He’s learning to come back down to this planet when you deepen this kiss and it catches him by surprise. His arms wrap around you like a vine and he does kiss you with a purpose. It takes five more minutes before both of you realize the sun is setting, but you don’t care and neither does he.
“Whatever you’re going to say,” you whisper. “Save it for a rainy day, ok?”
Oikawa hums, a satisfied smile plastered on his face, as if a fae made him do everything leading up to this point.
“Ok,” he promises kissing your brow. “Go inside before it gets too late, daring girl.”
You pick up your bag and he kneels down to grab your books, and it’s only the subtlest ways he sees the halo of the rays plays tricks on his eyes. You shrug your shoulders, and as he rises up to his full height, you notice he maintains a formality only suited for someone like him.
“I’ll see you tomorrow?”
His voice is fine sugar spun into a candied dream you only could pull from his lips when you kiss him quickly, a chortle dies upon his tongue when he waves to you. Oikawa calls his sister who seems to have several ride-share credits to spare her brother. Today, he was victorious.
*** the aftermath after yesterday***
“So,” your classmate sat in front of you during mid morning break. “How was the study date?”
You curled your hand under your chin, the other resting across the desk. You answer her the best way you knew how: you told her the truth.
“He did WHAT?!” She yelled. She says her apologies rather quickly when the class rep for your homeroom gives her a sharp stare.
“Shh! Not everyone needs to know,” you explain. “Please don’t tell the club, they’d mob me the moment they’d find out…”
“B-but this is huge!” She whispered yells toward you. “Has anyone else caught on?”
“I don’t think so,” you smile at that. “Don’t give me that sour look.”
“How can I not? My best friend is in a secret relationship for nearly a week with one of the hottest athletes ever and neither of them want to tell anyone else because of the fans?”
Now that she spat that out, the entire class’ eyes are watching you. The whispers begin and you’re mumbling a “thanks a lot.”
The two minute warning bell rings and you abruptly stand mentioning you’re going for a short walk to cool off. Your friend is a triumphantly smug person, but she honestly meant well. Today you learned not all that glitters is gold, thus beginning the guessing game among the student body as to who your mystery lover is.
Classes resume and until the next break in the day, you’re bombarded with silly paper messages all of which wind up in the trash by lunch hour. You’re keeping a level head about it up until you bump into Iwazumi and Mattsukawa from the class two doors down.
“Hey,” they greet. It was unequivocally hive-minded, but you appreciated the lending hand they gave.
“Is Oikawa far behind right now?” You’re wringing your hands, a clear sign you’re stressing out about some issue.
“Actually, that’s why we came to see you,” Iwazumi says. He bares no ill will while Mattsukawa takes a glance to the left and right before he confirms you three had a semblance of privacy. Mattsukawa points subtly to the hallway on the northeastern side of the building you’re in. Iwazumi concurs the message by informing you his best friend has been acting a bit more elated lately and he asks you if anything happened the day of your rendezvous.
“Because he’s acting like he’s in love,” Iwazumi responds.
“Doesn’t he always do that though?”
“No, yn-san. Not like this.”
Iwazumi opens the door leading up to the fire escape where his friend told him to meet with you in tow. Something you say makes Iwazumi grumbling about Oikawa needing to fix his mess and you being an enigma, it made sense. Mattsukawa was still going to be a look-out since Makki was stuck doing a make-up quiz in the classic literature department.
“Good luck,” was all Iwazumi said. The door closes behind him, giving you two some precious time.
“Thanks,” you grin. Once the ace leaves, you turn toward where the captain stands. His hands are warm in yours when he obscures your face pulling you into a soft embrace.
“I missed you,” he admits this like he admitted defeat. You know he means it when you let him kiss you first on the corner of your mouth.
“Don’t make me fall apart,” you softly instruct. There is a tenderness in your words, making him a bit perplexed.
“I won’t,” he vows. “Now tell me what’s on your mind, love?”
You take a deep breath, you rest your head against his collarbone, and upon your exhale, you fill him in on what happened during the mid morning break.
“You wish to keep this secret,” he deduces. Albeit as he solved the kink in your brow, he realized you weren’t afraid of his reputation as a playboy; it was to keep yours intact. You didn’t want to open the door leading to your folly.
“I don’t want to be bullied by your fans,” you explain.
Not even twenty-four hours later from when you shared something momentous with the boy king in front of you, it inspires him to come into his own. He keeps you at a short distance before he pressed his forehead against yours. You acknowledge the closeness, eyes still closed and you lace your fingers through his own.
“Not letting go,” Oikawa continues.
You stand on your toes slightly, a peck solidifying your comprehension of the metaphorical saying, Oikawa welcomes it freely regardless of who would be able to see.
The door creaks open (you both don’t pay it any mind) and Iwazumi is a witness to the second time his best friend decides to receive a kiss from you. You pull away, seeing Iwazumi’s hair behind Oikawa’s shoulder.
“Oh shit,” Iwazumi’s voice snaps Oikawa back to his senses.
You mumbled quickly, “Oh no.”
“Iwa-chan?” Oikawa turns around to see his best friend. Iwazumi sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose about to quote a movie he saw with his mother the other day.
“I said to help bring him back down, not exactly shock his emotions back into him yn-san,” Iwazumi said. “You better be prepared for the backlash with whatever this is between you two, I’ll support you both.”
Oikawa places you in front, an arm looped around your waist, his chin resting upon your shoulder.
“I love her,” he effortlessly admits, maintaining eye contact with the moss green stern gaze his best friend gives him. He pulls you tighter toward him when he notices you’re flustered; Iwazumi takes a step forward, the door is still open and from what you can see, Makki and Mattsun are on their way to join your group when Iwazumi’s voice stops them.
“Oikawa’s just being a dumbass. Right, yn-san?”
You clear your throat, “yeah. He was being childish is all.”
“Atta girl,” Oikawa nuzzles his cheek against yours.
You roll your eyes, amused by this. You mouth out a ‘thank you’ to Iwazumi when he turns on his heel, mentioning he didn’t do it for Oikawa (he did it for you.)
“Two minutes,” Iwazumi closes the door securely and you hear Makki and Mattsukawa take a guess at what is going on up there. If Oikawa is a grand king, you are sure Iwazumi is a knight, the other two are a toss up between jester and knave.
“Two minutes,” Oikawa’s lips graze your cheekbone.
“Be quick,” you tap his hand on your waist.
Oikawa twirls you around, making your laugh all the more satisfying when he incites a race between you and him.
“Loser buys onigiri on the way home!”
“Deal!”
Oikawa is about to let go of your hand, but you yank him back toward you and your lips crash onto him, distracting him on purpose. There is a definite distinguished pop! that goes along with it and you make your way to the door in three steps, giggling.
“I think I’m falling in love with you,” is something you say to yourself, rushing down the stairs and blowing past the others who just blink in surprise since their captain comedically chases after you.
Oikawa and you share the cost of the rice balls when you reach the convenience store in the afternoon.
Classes resume and the routine of figuring out who you’re seeing continues for nearly a month straight. A few notes are put in your personal locker by him and since he always says he’s returning your notes from the days he missed class due to away matches, it makes sense. The student body at Seijoh eventually gives it a rest, but every now and then the rumors resurface. You’re thankful only two people know in the entire senior class, but it ends there.
Your consistent discomfort is masked by a silent panic behind your eyes when a few other third years began naming the most plausible answers. Somehow Oikawa’s name is brought up on a multitude of occasions, but it’s quickly dismissed as maybe a prank by the king himself just to entertain the class at your expense. You defend yourself saying a quick witted remark along the lines of, “if that was true then perhaps that is why he wouldn’t date any of you on pure character alone.”
“Can’t be our precious king anyway, she’d be a bit too prickly, even for his standard,” one of the girls who’d mob Oikawa during break says.
“Excuse me?” You were feeling a bit tired from this round of obnoxious behavior, the words inflicted doubt, however you held your head high, strengthening the invisible crown you wear.
Oikawa on the other hand hears this secondhand from a few other teammates one afternoon right before practice. Your notes were dropped off in the faculty lounge at the end of the course week and life continues on for you.
Oikawa had an afternoon meeting with the team for a few minutes before being dismissed for the day. He says his closing remarks and encouraging words for those who want extra practice, mornings are going to be individual or in pairs of three or two on two matches. The second and first years go along eager to start that bracket of practices again. In the privacy of the clubroom, Oikawa asks his three friends to stay behind, thus explaining why you are keeping your distance.
“Doesn’t she realize there’s been nothing to fear? You love her as much as all of us do,” Makki says, his arms flailing about.
“It’s not that simple,” Iwazumi said. “I heard she defended herself from being insulted; something or other about how ridiculous prickly she is for someone like you, Shittykawa.”
“Did you really call me that?” Oikawa whines, waving his hand in the air.
Mattsukawa understands your predicament and he is on your side as long as you’re willing to give it a whirl. Afterall, he did know you the longest because your parents were close.
“She’s a highly private person. Even as kids, she keeps things like this close to her chest,,” Mattsukawa reveals the obvious. All eyes turn to him begging for a hint. “Look, I’m not saying she doesn’t feel the same, because clearly she does. All I’m saying is that if this sort of attention, whether rumors or with validation bothers her, why push it? She’s a bit stubborn like you too, but she’s as determined to make it work. If she were at her limit, she’d have broken things off, but she hasn’t…”
The word ‘yet’ dies the moment the captain in all his regalia loses him composure:
“Because I don’t want to fuck it up, especially with her,” Oikawa blurts out. “I finally have someone I care about. You could ask me to choose between them and volleyball, I’d choose the option that best suits us both.”
Seconds pass in silence amongst the four.
“…so what is it?” Iwazumi is determined to have an answer.
“Are you that blind?” Makki chimes in. “He’d obviously choose her even without his back against the wall….” Eyes flickered between the three of them and their captain. “Tell me I’m wrong Oikawa.”
“Fucking hell,” Iwazumi bows his head in slight defeat, knowing even if the sport they loved playing is something their bodies eventually would prevent them from being in the court, love for a person can outshine the love of the game. Today, the first inkling of that idea is dropped with full consciousness.
Oikawa leans backward with his lips pressed into a thinning smile when he rests his head against one of the lockers staring up at the fluorescent light. His silence is the dead giveaway and his friends mutter a curse at him before they leave. The gist of it is as follows: “God damn it. I knew you were annoying when you’re in like with someone, but the fuck are we supposed to do when you actually loves someone bruv?”
They file out of the club room and on the way home, Oikawa makes a phone call.
“Can I come over?”
The butterflies which fluttered their wings inside his stomach decide to dissipate when he hears a muffled, “sure,” one the other line. Your parents knew you were tutoring some of the more promising seniors at school, so they were understanding if your fellow classmates stayed overnight since your home is out of the way for a majority of them. It wasn’t the first time a boy has come over and it certainly wasn’t the last, meaning that your father tried as he might, and was reminded by your mother that he did the same things when winning her over.
On the other side of the mountain, Oikawa finds the familiar sight of your neighborhood after dark. He told his sister he’d be staying over at a friend's house tonight; his sister sees right through him mentioning that if he does visit you, she’ll pick him up after dropping off Takeru at morning practice. Your parents’ trip abroad was successful, you’ve communicated this to the volleyball quartet in your group chat. Oikawa and you have a different one separate from that one because of your new status.
King Kawa [delivered 19.29]: on my way now; be there in like an hour (light traffic tonight ^-^)
\(‘-‘ \) see ya when you get here:[delivered 19.33] yn-sama
Your parents are already asleep since they have an early appointment for a potential spot in next month’s harvest festival. They were part of the farming committee, hence why when you moved back, it was to be closer to the grounds they invested in. Hand me down items were always a part of your teenage years thanks to your cousins who have grown and left to start careers or families of their own, except for maybe being gifted new pajamas every once in a while.
You finished your studying for the day and you decide to brew yourself some tea. The radio behind in the kitchen plays a newer single on a lofi world music station when you open the front door. Your hair is in a low braid as you pull the door shut behind him. His hand is essentially held in yours as you invite him further inside. Photos of your family lined the walls: a gap toothed you in your last day of elementary school stands tall and proud next to a very young Mattsukawa who has his arm around your shoulder. Oikawa’s eyes wander over to the one where it’s you, Iwazumi, Kageyama, and himself; you were graduates from middle school and your hair was shorter. It grew out the moment you grew into your features. He liked this one because the incredulous smile you give the camera.
“Feeling nostalgic there, Tooru?” you ask, when you make a hand sign to drop his bag on the coffee table. The tea kettle whistles as you pour yourself some hot water in the mug filled with citrus tea; your hand made sure the stove turns off with a click.
“Not really,” he answers, shooting you a bright smile. “I want to make more memories with you.”
“Smooth,” you stifle a chuckle.
You blow on the lips of the mug before you take a sip. The mug settles in a cork coaster while you offer any drink to your guest. He sits across from you at the dinner table after you hand him a glass of water.
“Are you going to stay the night?” you inquire even if it’s a rhetorical question; its more for your peace of mind that his because of where you’d move the spare linens for him in case he wanted to sleep sooner rather than later.
Your fingers trace over the top of the mug before you hold it properly again in order to take more sips. Even if it is quiet, the chirps of the grasshoppers and crickets entertain your ears. You remind him where your bathroom is when he excuses himself for a moment to wash his face. It’s not meant to be romantic on the subtext, yet the world around you both is endorsing the aforementioned notion of love to come into play. He comes out of the restroom to find you finishing the last bit of your tea, standing next to the sink. You’re facing him with a soft expression he hasn’t seen in a long time: it’s the same one you give him after Iwazumi headbutts him for being rude to Kageyama all those years ago. He stands in front of you, dark brown eyes nervously peering into your own.
“Tooru?”
The mug in your right hand is placed in the sink behind you with a slight clink!, your left comes up to his cheek, which rests easily in your palm. He’s handsomely childlike in your hands, you think, features filled with adoration, his breathing is a bit off, so you ignite his system into overdrive. You push yourself off the counter with your right hand and instead of resting it on your side, your fingers warp the fabric underneath. You’re kissing in a pianoforte manner, one he didn’t know you could entrance himself within the dimly lit room. The stove burner may be off, but the overhead light is on low. He lets you lead this tender moment until he wants to return this act to you. Soft sighs and with a little courage, you walk forward, his limbs a tangled mess keeping you steady against him. This is the opposite of a majority of the kisses you shared lately; his are more abrupt and sometimes yours are aggressive when you have a moment’s peace. Your tongue carved a home inside his teeth the more reserved he became; he listens to what you’re telling him. The love you have is quiet, demure, strengthening any time he strives for your interest. It sneaks up on him and amongst the plethora of the kings in the last, you make sure he feels worthy of the crown he wears. You slide off the jacket he wore the moment he lets you catch your breath. You’re not panting, neither is he, but your hearts calm down a beat when the ivory windbreaker is draped over your shoulders instead. You’re wearing his jacket and the rush of pride is instantaneous the moment your arms slide through it.
His hands slip underneath the back of your thighs and he pulls away for a moment, a mischievous glint in them, and in a matter of seconds, you are hoisted up. A gasp escapes your lips and he laughs when your arms wrap around his shoulders for balance.
“I got you,” he reassures you. You let him kiss you the way he’s been meaning to with a serious vigor that rivals the night king’s powers. Oikawa thanks you for existing in the real world as his lips travel wantonly down your lower jawline, pulling and biting playfully on the sides of your neck. You grip the neck of his shirt the second he finds the spot you fall weak to. His chuckle reverberates in his chest when you rest your forehead against his shoulder.
“Tell me where to go,” he alludes to what he means when one of his arms adjusts itself to support the small of your back. You feel his fingers trace over the detail of your spine with tenderness you knew he kept away from the public eye.
“Last room on the left,” you run your fingers through his hair as he walks with you in his arms. The jacket keeps you a bit levelheaded and toasty.
Your room is a bit modern in its minimalist color palette. Oikawa nears your bed and he turns suddenly so when you sit, the first thing your knees feel is the plushness of the comforter there; you realise he turned on purpose making you straddle him. He sits once he has you on his lap and his hand moves away from your thighs to tease the bottom of your shirt. His hands slip underneath your shirt when your lips brush past his neck. You tell him to stay still and he groans when you mirror his actions from earlier: his neck and lips are swollen from your languid kisses.
“Keep it on,” he nearly growls in your ear, holding the clothing item in between his fingers.
“Ok,” you agree, holding his shoulders looking for any resignation to stop.
“If you’re thinking about stopping here, don’t,” Oikawa meets you halfway, his head is buried into the crook on your neck when he completes this . “Just tell me you don’t want to and I’ll—pft?!”
You violently hush him without so much as a yell or a cry. His hands scrambled to find yours desperately amongst the clashing of teeth. You press an open palm to his clothed chest, the smooth texture is soon lost when you admire where your hands traverse to, lifting it up slightly. He doesn’t fight with the way you act becomes more transparent when his free hand holds your own for a second.
“We need to tell them,” you conclude.
“We’re going to get caught sooner or later regardless,” he watches your demeanor change into one of understanding. You bask in the gold reflective specs in Oikawa’s eyes a little while longer before your bruising lips tease his skin.
“After,” you muse, fiddling with his shirt. He can’t say he’s surprised, but he knows this is part of the respect you’re so deserving of.
“After,” his hands bring the one he holds to his lips.
You bask in the presence of each other for a few minutes you don’t care to count. His hands are rough with experience in setting up plays that make him a hometown legend. Oikawa falls effortlessly and in love with you the moment you return his extravagant gifts, replacing them one at a time with the lessons you give him in your love language. It’s why he is so hellbent in making you cling to him when you pin him down on your bed; you tease him more than you should, yet tonight you’re equals the moment his eyes mimic the lustful way you leave impressions on his soul.
“Love me,” his voice is drunk on your dampened skin. He knows things are dangerous when you hover above him, a whimper of, “I already do,” is enough to satisfy him. His shirt is tossed aside and your shirt rides up higher, the jacket stays on for a short while more.
Tonight, is a cause of physical satisfaction the moment your hands reach into the jacket pocket feeling for something you knew he had.
“You sly motherfucker,” your lips curve upwards while the item is in between your index and middle finger. “How bashful you are, naughty boy.” You provide him some insight on your end of things and he immediately sits straight up caging you beneath him. You’re chest moves up and down, trying to keep up with him while he coerces you to tell him what you want.
“Y-you. Tooru. I want you,” you garner confidence when you arch your back so he can feel the effect he has over you.
“Your really going to be the death of me,” oikawa says, his hand steadies itself on your love handle while the other traverses behind you, making sure you too know how close he is in making you fulfill that statement.
He is a romantic at heart, but you, you are at the core, an extremely enigmatic person recalling the properties of thermal dynamics once you give him the right to claim you in your own bed. The jacket slides off, followed by your shirt; love-charged promises of keeping quiet is nearly an impossible task, but you make it work with each other. You push each other with every minute that ticks by and when you wake tangled in each other, the sun rises.
Oikawa sits with you on his lap again, readying you for another round. His words echo in your head when he takes control of making you feel as regal as you sound. The taste of his love is saccharine and almost leaves you in the stratesphere. It is burning and passionate, you realize he is an expert in making you ferociously his counterpart. Love looks and sounds like murder then this is how you’d always want to be slain. You’re a hairs breadth away from gasping, his punctuation knocks the wind out of you and he loses himself in the way you entangle yourself around him. You’re so willing and he can’t decipher where you pull the strength to grip him like a vice. His hands traverse downwards, tickling your ribs and that makes you climax with a sharp breath and he lives to see your face twist and relax with pleasure that he provided.
“Good god woman,” he says more to himself when he picks you up, still working you through the after waves and he is all the more intrigued. You’re going to knock him on his ass you decide as the haze clears.
“You’re going to ruin me,” Oikawa warns, snapping you out of your reverie.
“Not if I ruin you first,” you say when you're breathing evens out.
“I’m looking forward to it,” he challenges you.
You’re nails leave behind refining scratches on his shoulders, when you sigh in contentment of the way you listen to every quiver his labors breathing gives you. It’s impressive how he steadies you when you use his broad chest for balance, he makes you satisfied just as much as you please him. You let him fondle your breasts that are now covered in light periwinkle shades shaped like his digits. You wonder if your braid is undone on one side when you move against his bucking hips calling him capricious. You are mad for each other when his voice is just as hoarse when you pull his high from his tilting neck. There are sloppy, languid kisses masking the steadying the rhythm of where you are tangled in the sentimental throws of young love.
The carnality laced in your lips when you roll your hips back against him guides you up and down until you are satisfied. He has his fair share of lovers in the last, but only one other before you was this close to him and he didn’t even look into their eyes. Now, all his irises see are yours—blown wide, almost eclipsing their natural color. You don’t hide the subtlest sounds of pleasure he is sure are otherworldly.
“Mine, undisputed,” he tilts your face up, raggedly breathing in your essence.
You’re impossibly close still, pressed this way against him. You’re having trouble focusing as he drives into you, almost flying close to the edge.
“Ev~ah!~m-more,,” he hears you breathe out of rhythm and he rests his forehead against yours for a moment, trying to memorize everything.
“You’re doing so well,” his shoulders shakes when you don’t care to push his limits and help him chase his own high again. It isn’t a constant struggle, and you don’t miss the way his voice is strained when he is hyper fixated on saying your name. This love, his and yours, is in technicolor sometimes over saturated and dramatic, but this notion when you test his patience leads to a shared bed, it comes full circle when you are both gasping for more air; you’re weak around him.
“We should clean up hun,” his hands trace a solar system on your back.
You’ve since been separated from being conjoined, basking in this post glow, mentally and physically exhausted. The room smells of sweat, sex, and tousled sheets.
“Care to bathe with me?”
Always so eager to fluster you, you stifle a chortle as he cradles you. He hands you his jacket, and when he steadies you on your floor, he puts on his pants as you answer:
“That sounds delightful.”
The towels from last night are still hanging out to dry; there is something immediately discarded amongst other things in the trash in your room; the ruined sheets that pooled around you are modestly ran through the wash with the newer ones sheathing you from the realities of the world outside; and behind you, the arms of a royal who still manages to call you home are still wrapped around your waist.
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