#and I thought hey you know what would be funny

[gay-dorito-dust]

Hey I saw your post and honestly this is my first time making a request. How about arcane characters with a cat like reader? Idk it's just a thought that came (sorry if that's a bit weird)

Dunno whether this answers your request like you imagined. Also probs shit fire time writing for some of these characters.

Viktor found your cat like personality quite interesting and humorous if he wasn’t within the lab, working with things that normally didn’t capture your interest, unless they glowed of course.

Other than that it felt as though you were intentionally acting up in his lab for a reaction, like a cat would gauge the reactions of their owners before pushing a glass off the table. That’s how Viktor often felt with you

Then he has to keep an eye on you to make sure you didn’t touch anything dangerous because you were captivated by its light.

‘No, it’s dangerous and could hurt you my dear.’ He so often warms you as he guides your hand away when he felt it was dangerously close to what he was working with. Your mind didn’t head his warning, only the fact that there was a shinny object in the laboratory and it was the only thing you could focus on.

‘If so dangerous, why is it shining as though it wants me to touch it then?’ You responded, daring to touch the object once more and Viktor swore you either knew what you were doing and playing him for a fool, or you had no self preservation skills within your entire body to fight back against your urge to touch a dangerous foreign object.

It’s literally a stand still between the two of you and one that happens far too often that Viktor knows that this was all part of your plan, and unfortunately for him he falls for it almost always. He watches you while you watch him before doing something rash, making think you’ve actually touched the dangerous object, only to look at you unamused when you smiled at him mischievously as you wiggled your unharmed fingers at him.

This often leads you to being banned from the lab for pulling a stunt like that, however this was more for your safety and for him to calm his racing heart. You’ll kill this poor man with your antics but he wouldn’t want you any other way, especially when you cuddled up to him for warmth and sleep there.

It soothes him just as much as it soothes you.

Ekko found himself often wondering where it was you went sometimes.

He sees you in once place and then you disappear the next, returning to base only when you felt it necessary of you to do so, illusive and vague of where you’ve been it was often a bit frustrating. You could’ve been in serious danger for all he was aware and when he confronts you about this behaviour of yours, you’d only shrug and say:

‘Where it is a go on my own time isn’t something you should waste time worrying over.’ Before leaving to go elsewhere within the base and lounge against one of the trees thick and sturdy branches, eyes closed in content as you softly drift off into a light nap.

How the fuck you got up there, he’ll never know other than the fact that you managed to get up there in the first place with effortless ease.

Ekko’s nickname for you was either kitty or something along the lines of a cat based pun. You hated all of them equally but Ekko only feels more vindicated when you only proven his perception of you right whenever you displayed a trait that was common amongst cats. Whether that’d be silently judging everyone from your perch way up high, or lounging in his bed, more specifically where he had laid moments prior, feeding off of the warmth that lingered there or otherwise Ekko would find humour in you cat like traits because they were the things he loved the most.

(In a timeline where they actually have phones I can imagine him sending you cat memes and saying ‘this you?’ Or ‘I found your relative’ he thinks he’s funny, and he is but you won’t admit it out of petty pride)

However the one thing that you could always hold over Ekko’s head was the fact that you could silently manoeuvre your way into a room without him knowing and managing to catch him off guard. Ekko didn’t find it particularly funny but he lets up eventually and admits that it was kinda funny that you managed to take him by surprise. This was why you were more suited to missions heavily requiring a person with an abundance of stealth and agility.

‘Always landing on your feet aren’t you?’ He’d tease but you would let it slid as you shrugged your shoulders and reply. ‘What can I say? It kinda comes with the territory don’t you think?’

��You sure you weren’t a cat in your past life or something?’ She would ask as she raised a brow at you as you cuddled into her side, much like a cat would when in they wanted to leech off is the warmth of a human.

‘No, why you ask?’ You say as you began to close your eyes, her warmth blanketing you almost immediately, and becoming increasingly sleepy.

‘You act like one for starters with how lazy you are.’ She pointed out and you’d only scoff at her, resting your head on her shoulder, having become too comfortable with your current position to even be bothered to move.

‘I’m not lazy, I’m merely taking advantage of the beauty that is power naps.’ You defend yourself and it was Sevika’s turn to scoff, having heard this excuse countless times before, and it never stopped her from continuing to compare your personality to that of a common house cat.

She disliked it at first, finding it weird and annoying at the fact that you didn’t seem all that bothered with the ongoings of Zaun, instead favouring to rest in high places that provided warmth or close to it and watching everyone with clear judgement within your eyes. However that judgment did end up saving her from time to time, not that she’d ever admit to this, as she was confident in her own abilities to smell a bitch from a mile away.

Though the more as time passed she grew to find it somewhat easier to deal with, though you cuddling up to her for warmth did put her off now and then, affection wasn’t commonplace in Zaun; so forgive her for not exactly taking to it immediately. Though each time you did cuddle into her side, her urge to create distance between you dwindled, from Perivale shoving you away from her, to slowly accepting that this was her life now.

‘Sure, that’s a hell of a way to avoid saying that you’re lazy.’ Sevika smirks when you glared at her, clearly insulted by this, before moving off of her to go rest elsewhere on the bed you shared and making sure your back was towards her in an effort to show your disagreement with her statement. ‘Not. Lazy. I just like napping.’ You retorted.

‘Yeah, sure keep telling yourself that, I’m sure it’ll be true one day.’ Sevika jokes and your shoulders only deflate more, knowing you’ll never win this war with Sevika when her mind is made up. She’s always in the right in most cases.

Mel is all too familiar with your cat like traits that nothing you do is out of the ordinary to her.

She finds humour and amusement in you participating in things commonly associated with felines. A human cat is what you were in her eyes as you slept the easiest you’ve ever slept when besides her, her presence was calming and was more then enough to have you reduced to a relaxed state before succumbing to sleep.

She just had that effect on you and you loved it as much as she does as she got to run her hand down your back.

‘You’re practically purring.’ She teases.

‘It’s not my fault you know exactly what makes me melt.’ You replied as you smiled up at her, never having gotten use to having this absolute goddess of a woman bless you with her smile, her heart, her everything.

Mel smiles softly. ‘You don’t exactly made it much of a challenge.’ She says as she watched the way you practically leaned in towards her touch, eyes closed in content with a smile spread across your face that she swore your nonexistent tail would be swishing from side to side. She has been in this position countless times before and yet it never gets old with how content she felt when moments like these between you and her freely exist within her mind.

You don’t exactly make it hard for her not to love you like she did, it came to you as easy a breathing as that’s how quick you were to fall for her, almost as if it was as though you were breathing; Easy, effortlessly and natural.

‘How can I when you read me so effortlessly and without fail?’ You replied back in almost a purr, a mischievous smile spread wide across your lips, ‘I shouldn’t need to hide myself from my lovers eyes, for she knows me all too well.’ You add. Another thing Mel adored was your cunning but cautious mind and the way you seemed oddly too relaxed for some, watching those very same individuals like they were merely mouses that squeaked about their freedom; like you were being amused by rather was being said in meetings as though you knew something they didn’t.

You were like the Cheshire Cat, often times speaking in riddles that only she herself understands.

Mel kisses the tip of your nose. ‘You smile like the cat that caught the canary,’ she says as she pulls away. ‘Learning more about you is more interesting and intriguing than the last.’

‘Then I hope I stay that way for a long while.’ You said, smirking when you felt her kiss your lips.

[currentfandomkick]

Lex, completely willing to save his meta-nephew from the government organization try to make him a human experiment: hey Superloser, i am breaking the law to save my nephew from a blackout sight for being a type of meta not covered in the Meta Protections Acts. Ignore all calls for help from this area—apparently they’ve dissected beings his meta abilities mimic, and he’s alive.

Superman (10,000+ questions): do you want backup?

Lex, rolling his eyes: no. I am telling you to ignore what happens to the people trying to kill my little nephew.

Superman: … (be on standby to prevent murder, or go as Clark to get info and expose this shit… get Lois on the story, Superman to get life support and such and prevent multiple Geneva convention violations.)

—-

Lex, carrying Danny out in the Fenton Peeler suit to stabilize him: now, i have your baselines from our reunion last month—inform me of any future power developments so i can reinforce your new suits for that in the future when doing R&D

Danny, semi-conscious: i die a alot

Lex, increasingly concerned: does Maddie know?

Danny, giggly: sorta? Maybe, some timelines yes, some no. Clocky thinks its more fun to see me not tell her since then they go overboard and its so, soooo embarassing. They branded merch of me in both forms.

Lex, wincing: ah, i can see why you’re avoiding it then.

Danny: mhmm. And too many powers to tra, track. Sam thinks its funny and annoying i kee, keep forgetting but what we tracked its a lot. Over thirty separate ones so far and counting!

Lex, processing: i see. May i see the list so i can make appropriate arrangements during your stay?

Danny, grabby hands for phone

Lex, hands it to Danny and watches him use four ciphers, memes and slang to message someone: … thank you. I’ll have my PA fix your room up, and Maddie sent the ecto-dejecto already.

Danny: yay. It makes the gooey un-goopy. Can i have steak shake please?

Lex, sighing: my chef can make in when we’re in. Hot or cold?

Danny: hot hot hot! Core too cold.

Lex: power or biology?

Danny: both! Sometimes too cold. Bad, yeti doctor helps but not always enough.

Lex, processing Danny has a supernatural medic: can we call him.

Danny, frowning: summons only. Likes blue slushies and medical journals. Said ‘m first of the, the species i am in like, lotta millenia and a sign of, of the realms healing. Big big shoes to fill. Don’t wanna.

Lex, humming: what do you want to do?

Danny: astronaut and diplomat! Many cultures and how life works is so, so cool! But fruitloop keeps cloning me. I saw my face melt into goo. Very scary. Dani is in, in another place to hide from Fucking Vlad.

Lex, deciding murder is not enough now: did he?

Danny: mhmm. Met 6, but he has a journal. Over 400. Called my me’s test subjects and wanted to kill Dani to make perfect clone. Dani’s fab and Vlad drab. Very drab.

Lex, flying faster: can you get your little clone a message for me?

Danny: only if no killy stab stuff. Fighting makes her goopy.

Lex, realizing the clone is of Danny with the meta ability army: understood, and no, i just thought my son would like a little sibling.

Danny: she’d like that. I text annnnd. She said she’s on her way!

Lex, landing and putting Danny in a medical cot while being koala’d by Danny: good, good.

Dani, ready to rumble: who hurt my—danny?

Danny: Dani, this is my uncle Lex. He’s honest so no fruitloop, but is eh on alien rights. Lex this is my bestest cousin and maybe daughter twin cousin? Unclear.

Dani: third cousin twice removed.

Danny: that!

Lex: … door is open to family anytime, no aliens and it is ‘on sight’ with superman. Superboy is your cousin, or brother if you want a formal adoption at a later date. Danny, does Maddie know of Dani as your clone

Dani and Danny: nope!

Lex: ah. Well, that can be corrected later. My PA can set up your room for when you choose to stay. Tell her your interests and she can work from there.

Dani: …

Danny: family rule, no questions always safe to stay. uncle lex is Jazz’s godfather. I was sacrificed to Vlad.

Dani: … got it. Is our cousin around?

Lex: he’s with his friends in San Francisco for a few more days. His number is on the fridge.

Dani: cool, cool cool.

One phone call later…

Kon: holy shit i have two more cousins!

Dani: four if we count Dan, was evil future Danny, now time displaced and learning to not go murder crazy.

Kon: … neat! I’ll bring my team and we can kick the shit out of the guys that hurt other Danny!

Dani: cool. What crazy level is Lex? Our fruitloop is an eleven and trying to kill Uncle Jack and marry Aunt Maddie and adopt Danny but pretends Jazz doesnt exist!

Kon: solid seven

Dani: so manageable.

*offers a framed and signed picture of my fucked up wisdom tooth xray*

If Lex Luthor had a penny for every single time he had to bail his younger sister out of trouble, he would be even richer than he currently was. When she called him up one sunny day, he should have known he was adding another penny to his fortune.

"Hi, Lex!" Maddie's cheerful voice came from the receiver.

Even though Lex could already imagine the next thing she would say, it was nice to hear from one of his baby sisters.

"Hello, Madeline. How are you today? You normally dont call me during the day."

"Oh, y'know, good," She laughed awkwardly, " Hey, Would it be too much to ask for some help?"

Bingo.

"Not at all, darling. What can I help you with?" Lex said as he pushed his keyboard away and spun around to overlook Metropolis' skyline.

"I was wondering if you could possibly break Danny put of government custody for me and Jack."

Aka Lex is the elder brother of Maddie, and he must fulfill his Cool Uncle Duties by taking on the US government to secure his nephew's safety.

Mellan im staring directly at you and shaking you violently. This is incredible

[penguicorns-are-cool]

Elphaba: You’re charged with…..breaking into a pet store?

Fiyero: I thought the animals might be lonely.

Fiyero: I could kill you if I wanted.

Elphaba: Yeah? So could any other human being. So could a dog. So could a dedicated duck. You aren't special.

Galinda, shooing Elphaba away: Can you go be depressed over there? You’re bumming out my whole area.

Elphaba: Wait a minute, how did this happen? We're smarter than this!

Fiyero: Apparently, we're not.

Glinda : Can you cut me some slack, Elphaba? I’m sort of in love.

Elphaba: I’m sorry, but that’s really not my problem.

Glinda : I’m in love with you.

Elphaba: *blushes* Oh. That brings me in the loop a little.

Fiyero: So, how long have you and Elphaba been together?

Glinda : No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. Elphaba and I are not together. No. No.

Fiyero: Really? Sixteen ‘nos’? Really?

Fiyero: Quitting! It's like trying, but easier.

Elphaba: I dare you-

Glinda : Fiyero is not allowed to accept dares anymore.

Elphaba: Why not?

Fiyero: "I have no regard for my own or others personal safety", as some would say.

Fiyero: Come on, Glinda . Nobody actually believes that Elphaba is in love with me.

Glinda , to The Squad: Raise your hand if you think that Elphaba is helplessly in love with Fiyero.

*Everyone raises their hand*

Fiyero: Elphaba, put your hand down.

Elphaba: I fell—

Glinda : From heaven?

Elphaba: No, I literally fell—

Glinda : In love with me the moment you saw me?

Elphaba: MY ARM IS BROKEN!

Glinda : Okay, but do you think I'm pretty? Be honest.

Elphaba: There are no friends when playing board games. I am here to win.

Glinda : You got a date yet Fiyero?

Fiyero: No...

Glinda : Well you do now! Get your ass up and hold my hand!

Elphaba: If I say I love you, will you say it back?

Glinda : Yes.

Elphaba: I love you.

Glinda : It back.

*Later*

Fiyero: Why is Elphaba crying face-down on the floor?

Fiyero: I feel like the world would be better if I'd never been born.

Glinda : Aw... that's not true.

Glinda : It'd be exactly the same.

Glinda : You're not important.

Elphaba: This is a very powerful artifact. You’d be messing with some forces we don’t fully understand.

Fiyero: That sounds like a dare to me.

Elphaba: Oh my god.

Elphaba: Hey, no, you stay out of this, this is between me and Fiyero!

Glinda : So Fiyero knows about this?

Elphaba, walking away: No, this is between me and me!

Elphaba: Jellyfish have survived for 600,000 years without brains…

Fiyero: A ray of hope for me!

Elphaba: I didn't drink that much last night.

Glinda : You were flirting with Fiyero.

Elphaba: So what? They're my partner.

Glinda : You asked if they were single.

Glinda : And then you cried when they said they weren't.

Elphaba: The next time I open up to someone, it'll be my autopsy.

Elphaba: If bees can be fish and boys can be girls, then why can't my dad love me?

Fiyero: I thought I was going to have to yell at you, but now I think I should hug you.

Glinda : Dammit, you ruin everything!

Elphaba: You're welcome.

Elphaba: Two years ago, I married my best friend.

Elphaba: Glinda is still mad about it, but me and Fiyero were drunk and thought it was funny.

Fiyero: Physically, yes, I could fight a bird, but emotionally? Imagine the toll!

[insidekatmind]

Only yours~Jobe Bellingham

Wearning: +18, smut, jealousy, english is not my first language

It was a quiet evening, one of those perfect to go out to dinner without too much hurry. The restaurant you had chosen with Jobe was elegant, but cozy, with soft lights and a relaxing atmosphere. Sitting at your table near a large window overlooking the illuminated street, you talked about everything and nothing, as you always did.

Jobe seemed relaxed, dressed in a simple yet flawless manner, with a smile that illuminated his face every time he looked at you.

"So," he said, putting his elbow on the table and looking at you with those curious eyes, "was it your idea to choose such a fine place? Or is there a purpose?"

You looked at him pretending to be offended, but with a funny smile. "A second purpose? Sure, I just wanted you to try their famous chocolate cake. They say it’s the best in town."

"Ah, and I thought I was the main attraction of this evening," he replied, laughing under his moustache.

Just then the waiter arrived, a young and cute boy with a smile a little too warm for your taste. He looked at you insistently, almost completely ignoring Jobe.

"Good evening," said the waiter, laying down the menu in front of you. "Can I recommend something special? With your eyes, I’d say something delicate, like smoked salmon, would be perfect."

You felt uncomfortable and glanced at Jobe, whose smile had just shrunk a little.

"I’d rather have a look at the menu first, thank you," you replied politely, trying to tone down the tone.

The waiter seemed determined to continue, but Jobe interrupted him, in a calm but steady voice. "I would like to know what is special about it. Perhaps you’d recommend something for both of us?"

Jobe’s tone was clear, and the waiter, sensing the atmosphere, merely smiled a quick smile before leaving. But all evening, you could feel Jobe’s eyes getting darker every time the waiter approached the table.

When you finally finished eating, you left the restaurant. Silence immediately fell between you. Jobe walked a few steps away, his hands in his pockets and his eyes fixed on him.

"Jobe?" you called, but he didn’t answer. His face was tense, his lips closed.

You stopped, letting him go a few steps. Then, without thinking too much, you went to meet him, taking him by the arm. "Hey, what’s going on?"

He stopped, but did not look at you immediately. "Nothing," he answered sharply, but the tone betrayed him.

You shook your head and, without saying anything, you came closer, gently placing a hand on his chest. "Do not lie. You’re mad about that waiter, aren’t you?"

He finally looked up at you. "I’m not angry," he said, but his look revealed otherwise. " It’s just... I don’t like the way he looked at you. And you didn’t say anything."

"I didn’t mean to make a scene," you replied, getting even closer. "But do you really think I would be interested in someone who isn’t you?"

You didn’t give him time to answer. You leaned out and kissed his neck, slowly, letting yourself be carried away by the feeling of his warm skin against your lips. You felt him sighing softly, and when you turned away, a sweet smile had already formed on his face.

"You know," he said in a softer voice, gently squeezing your hips and drawing closer to himself, "when you do that it is impossible to stay angry with yourself."

You smiled, looking into his eyes. "Then stop sulking and let me enjoy the rest of the evening with you."

Jobe laughed, a warm and sincere sound, and pulled you even closer. " All right, but next time we pick a place where no one will try to steal my girlfriend’s attention."

"Deal done," you replied with laughter as you walked away, hand in hand.

You smiled against her skin, feeling the warmth of her body that enveloped you. Your lips came back to touch his neck, leaving slow and gentle kisses, almost wanting to erase all traces of his bad mood. He did not move immediately but you felt his hands clench your hips with greater determination, as if he wanted to anchor you to himself, as if only the contact with you could calm him completely.

"You never stop, eh?" he whispered with a smile that split halfway between the amused and the gently surrendered. His voice was warmer now, relaxed.

"I can’t," you replied without stopping, stroking the corner of his jaw with another kiss. "I love too much to see you smile."

He laughed softly, the sound deep and contagious, while slightly tilting his head to give you more space, as if inviting you to continue "I didn’t think that making me jealous would lead to... this."

"Make you jealous?" You looked him in the eye, but didn’t go far away. "I don’t think I did anything. And besides, it’s nice to see you so protective."

His eyes softened as he watched you, as if I were his whole world at that moment. " It’s not that I’m protective,' he said with a touch of shyness, "it’s just... I don’t want to share you with anyone, not even a stupid waiter. '"

You smiled again, letting a hand slide from his shoulder to his chest, fingers moving gently against the fabric of his shirt. " You must never share me, Jobe," whispers, looking at him softly.

"I’m yours, you know?"

He didn’t answer immediately, but the smile that curled his lips was enough Then, with a slow and determined gesture, he drew you even more towards himself, holding you in a safe embrace "Sometimes I wonder how it is possible that you always manage to make me feel like this," He admitted, bowing his head to touch yours with his forehead

"How what?" you asked, raising an eyebrow

"As if I were the luckiest guy in the world."

You melted into a bright smile, then you kissed his neck, this time with a more playful touch. "Because you are, Jobe. But if you forget it again, you know I’ll have to kiss you again until you remember."

He burst out laughing, the sound full of joy, and lifted you slightly to make you turn on yourself, as if you were dancing there in the middle of the street.

"I hope I’ll forget it often, then," he said with a radiant smile. 'Because I like too much the way you make me remember."

He burst into laughter, the sound full of joy, and lifted you slightly to make you turn on yourself, as if dancing there, in the middle of the street "I hope I’ll forget it often, then,' he said with a radiant smile "Because I like this way you make me remember."

You stood there, wrapped in each other, forgetting the world around. For that night, you were alone, lost in a hug that seemed to be able to stop time.

You smiled maliciously by getting him into cars and he looked at you with a funny smile.

You untied his jeans and lowered his boxer shorts to take his cock in your hand and start stroking him.

He groans as you join his mouth with his own while you kiss him softly and continue to give him the Saw.

"Shit y/n" mumbles while you have detached your lips from his to take his cock in the mouth and start licking his dick and sucking him while playing with his balls.

Jobe moans as he gently closes his eyes, breathing slowly while putting a hand in your hair while you were sucking his cock and he groans loudly because it is like sucking his soul.

"Shit, this mouth is made to suck my dick" he moaned while raising his hips and making you gag and you groaned.

He started to fuck you in the mouth and he got drunk in your mouth and you swallowed every single drop.

You took his cock out of his mouth and kissed him and he smiled pussies in his lap while he was still stunned by the orgasm you gave him.

"What was it?" Jobe murmured satisfied and she smiled.

"I wanted to reassure you that I’m only yours" you said and then gave him another kiss on the mouth.

[therealmylesmorales]

Loser!Vi Headcannons pt 2

Y’all gave so much love, I feel like I had to reward you guys ☺️

Warnings: uhhh same as last time, I guess. I’m too lazy to check what it was, masc4masc relationship

WC: 700

⭒ Vi is a chronic biter. You learned that pretty early in your relationship. And yet, you never know when it’s coming until it’s too late. She would act like she would be leaning in for a kiss…until she bit the closest part of your body; your cheeks, your arm, your ass

“OW— fuck Vi!”

”That didn’t hurt, you're being dramatic.”

⭒ Another cute but annoying thing Vi does is that she fake boxes you. Her fists will never come in contact with your face or body but she still finds it funny. She’ll even make sound effects while doing so. But the second you lightly punch her stomach to get her to stop, it’s the end of the world.

⭒ She cried like a baby when she got her nose pierced. You were with her and by how hard she clutched your hand, you would’ve thought she got shot. You made fun of her the entire time.

”Not only do you have a big ass back tattoo, you also have one on your face.”

“That’s DIFFERENT!”

⭒ Vi’s major changes every few months. She just loves doing new things and will get obsessed with it and unfortunately be bored with it in not too long after. However, she would probably get a degree in business so she could take over Vander’s bar once he decided to retire.

⭒ Sticking with the college theme for a second; you’re known around campus for being chill and somewhat friendly to others. Vi, on the other hand…people think she’s brash and her temper definitely doesn’t help. But people have noticed that when she’s around you, she’ll siphon off your energy and is a lot more pleasant to be around.

⭒ Vi likes kissing you more than actual sex. She’ll still never turn down the offer, but kissing you feels calming to her. After a day of classes or dealing with whatever, it is her favorite way to unwind.

⭒ Vi loves horror movies, and loves when you watch them with her (even if you hate them/are scared easily). Her favorite franchise is probably Friday the 13th but Ghostface is her favorite slasher. The only problem with her watching horror movies is her inability to easily fall asleep afterwards. Normally, it takes her five minutes to be knocked out.

”Cupcake, are you awake?”

”Vi, PLEASE go to sleep.”

⭒ Surprise to no one, she cuts her hair on her own. Every few weeks you’ll find her in the bathroom with scissors and a shaver in hand, trying her best to get her hair looking good. You help her with the back of her head and she appreciates you for that.

⭒ Vi is literally obsessed with you. Her entire camera roll is filled with pictures of you both or just you; pictures she took on dates or just candid ones. Her wallpaper is even one of you, a rare selfie you took and she cherished it as soon as you sent it. Vi even gave you a special ringtone and whenever you text or call her, she can’t help but kick her feet.

⭒ Like everyone, Vi has red flags. But her most noticeable one is that she’s hardheaded. She doesn’t like to listen, especially when she knows thinks she’s right. She will stand on business until she can’t…and when that happens, she’ll come back with her tail between her legs, hoping you’re not too mad at her.

“Hey…are you mad at me?”

”Did you learn your lesson?”

”I did. I’m sorry.”

A little something extra for my black!readers 🫶🏾

⭒ No matter how hard both you and Mel tried to teach her, she nor Jayce still understand Spades. Viktor got it down within thirty minutes, but those two were still clueless. So, you all decided on a more easier game, Uno!

Uno was banned that same night after you two almost broke up and she and Jayce almost got into a fist fight.

⭒ And someone said that Vi would take the fuchsia bonnet with the black headband, and that was totally the one I was talking about (cause I have the same one). She refused to give it back at that point so the only logical solution was to buy another.

[splishfish]

Love Sick (NSFW)

Keigo Takami x AFAB Reader

Tags: PiV, a lot of emotions, Unprotected Sex, Reader and Keigo had 2 cups of wine, Intoxicated Confessions, Friends to Lovers, A lot of Fluff, Doggy Style, Missionary

WC: 4.6k

It’s love.

You weren’t sure when you started developing feelings for your best friend. All you knew is that one day, they were just there. 

Maybe it was the time he had bought you your favorite food because you were sick and at home. Maybe it was when he had memorized your order at your favorite restaurant. Or…maybe it was when he told you he felt more like himself around you than he’s ever felt in his life.

Yeah. Maybe it was then.

Or not. You really don’t know.

All you know is that you love him. Badly. It’s embarrassing, really. When he’s with you, you forget about the world around you two. You want to know more about him, even if there’s nothing left to share. Everything seems so much more simple when he’s with you, like the world suddenly seems right. It’s freeing. It’s liberating.

It’s love.

So when he calls you right after his patrol ended, you could feel your heart leap out of your chest, hands beginning to tingle as sweat formed on your palms. You picked up with an excited smile, your legs bouncing as you spoke.

“Hey! Finally off work, Kei?”

“Yeah. Hey, I’m gonna drop by that takeout place near the agency, do you want anything?”

Through the phone, you could hear the faint noises of the city. Cars and trains passing through, no doubt filled with civilians who just got off work or school. Horns and advertisements occasionally squeaking through the speaker, only barely muffled by the sound of his voice.

He really did just get off his patrol. Maybe he was leaning against the cold wall of an alleyway, head tilted up to stare at the sky. Or maybe he was sitting on a rooftop, wings stretched behind him as he relaxed from his tiring job.

“You know I don’t turn down an offer for food, Kei. Especially from you~”

Your voice was teasing, a cheeky smile on your face you hoped he could picture in his mind. You wondered if he could see you in his mind just as vividly as you could see him in yours. Just the thought alone made your heart stutter.

“Ha! You’re greedy, y’know that?”

There was a exaggeration of annoyance in his voice, which was quickly broken with a soft chuckle.

“You want the usual right? And do you want water or should I get you that tea you like?”

His question really shouldn’t affect you as much as it does. Had it been any other person who asked, you were sure you’d just nod and continue with your order, not even spare the time to realize what they asked.

But it’s not someone else. It’s Keigo. Your best friend. Your crush. And for some reason, that alone makes your heart flutter with joy. Because it’s Keigo who remembered your favorite order. It was him, the man who made your hands sweat and your leg bounce every time he spoke to you. Not your family, not your other friends or coworkers. 

But him.

“I’ll get the tea this time, Thanks.”

“Hey, no problem Princess. I’ll be there soon, okay?”

Princess. When did he start calling you that, you wonder. Maybe it was during that halloween party a few years back, where you dressed as the queen of hearts. Or was it that time when you admitted your parents spoiled you throughout your childhood?

Maybe it was then. 

But you can’t remember.

“Yeah yeah, See ya later.”

When you heard the chime of your call disconnect, you could feel your body slump over. You brought a hand up to your heart, pressing down on the surface of your chest to feel its rapid beating slowly calm down. 

It was funny. Your heart just felt like it ran a mile, but your body felt like it just got up from a deep sleep. Was this what love is supposed to feel like?

You shook those thoughts out of your head, standing up and heading towards the bathroom. Maybe a cold shower would calm your nerves.

-

By the time you got out of the shower, hair damp and baggy clothes thrown on lazily, Keigo had already made his way into your house and plated your food.

He turned his head when he heard your footsteps, a small smile on his face as he closed his eyes and spoke.

“Hey princess! You didn’t answer the door so I just came in through the balcony. Hope you don’t mind.”

You thought back to when you two weren’t as close as you were now. Years ago, when you had only just met him. He had done the same thing, entering through the balcony when you were out of the house, and scaring the living shit out of you when you came home and found him scouring your fridge.

It pissed you off back then. You remembered scolding him while he had that shit eating smirk on his face, walking towards you during your lecture and wrapping his arm around your shoulder as he told you to ‘loosen up’. 

Now it was…endearing. No. That wasn’t the right word. It felt…right…knowing that he was there waiting for you. 

You chuckled, thanking him while pulling out your chair and seating yourself. The smell of the food was as delicious as always, fresh and hot, surely due to the fact that he flew over here. How lucky, not having to deal with traffic.

You both ate at a comfortable pace, chatting away as you spoke about your days. He told you about his patrol, how he had stopped a few petty villains, and how he was swarmed by fans and reporters by the end of his shift. It was a normal occurrence, but it never failed to tire him out regardless.

And then it was your turn. You told him about your day at work, how your shifts had been uneventful as always, except for the few stories you had accumulated from your coworkers. It was funny how different both of your lives were.

It all felt so domestic. Like a couple who had just sat down for dinner, talking about everything and nothing as they ate.

A couple. You liked that idea.

Before you could continue to get lost in your thoughts, you heard him clear his throat before speaking.

”Hey, so I was thinking…”

“Well. That’s never a good sign”

“Rude! At least let me finish!”

A snort escaped your lips, waving him off as you took another bite of your food. A small huff escaped his pouty lips, before he mumbled.

“Well now I don’t wanna…”

You couldn’t help the way your eyes rolled in response, a smile tugging on your lips as you spoke.

“Oh don’t be like that. Cmon, what were you gonna say?”

“No! I’m not telling you now!”

It was cute, the way he turned his head and crossed his arms. His lips curling into a small, teasing pout as his wings fluffed up behind him. He looked away from you, attempting to hide his face, but you could see the corner of his lips slowly twitching into an amused smile.

Your thoughts from earlier began to resurface, and you could feel your heart twist in your chest. When and why did you start to fall for him? Was it because you two shared so many interests and opinions? Was it because no matter how you were feeling, he could always make you laugh and forget all your issues?

Maybe it was because he listened to you when you spoke to him, or maybe it was because he showered you with gifts and affection. Or maybe it was because he called you beautiful, and stared at you like you were the only person that mattered in his world.

Yeah…maybe it was that.

You stared at the wine glass in your hand, the deep red liquid rippling with every minute movement of your body. Your body felt warm, the effects of the wine slowly making its way through your system. There was a movie playing in the background, some random film you had chosen for today's movie night.

Keigo’s arm was slung lazily on your shoulders, pulling you close to him with one arm, while the other was holding his wine glass. It was peaceful. It was quiet. 

You wondered if he could hear the way your heart hammered in your chest.

The flashing colors of the movie felt slow and dull in comparison to your wandering mind. His arm felt warm and heavy on your shoulder, and you could feel the way his fingers traced absentminded shapes on your skin. You wondered what was going on through his mind right now. Was he just as distracted as you were? Did he also feel the way your bodies were pressed together, almost as if wishing to meld together?

You almost didn’t feel the way his hand squeezed your shoulder, gently rousing you from your thoughts.

You turned your head to stare up at him, only to see that his golden eyes were already staring down at you. Your heart fluttered softly. How long had he been staring at you?

“Are you okay Princess?”

His voice was so soft, and he stared at you with such adoring eyes it made you wonder if he was really talking to you. His hand gave your shoulder another squeeze, once again drawing you out of your thoughts. You cleared your throat, voice mellow from the wine.

“Ah…yeah, i’m good. What's up?”

He didn’t respond for a moment, his eyes simply raking down your face, as if searching for something. It took him a few seconds to finally speak again, his expression softening to one of affection.

“Nothin’...you just looked a little…lost.”

Lost.

The word made you chuckle, a familiar sense of comfort filling your body. Maybe had he said this a few months ago, when you were first coming to terms with your feelings, you would have agreed. Back then, everything seemed so confusing, so much more difficult to navigate. It felt like you were swimming in a sea of conflicting emotions, with none of them many form of sense.

But now things were different. You weren't lost in that deep array of wild emotions, you weren’t scared to confront your feelings. No. You understood them now. To a small extent at least. You understood enough to know that these feelings weren’t here to hurt you, that they were just here to be known. To be felt.

Lost was the furthest thing you felt.

“Ah, sorry…I was just lost in thought.”

He hummed in response, shifting slightly so he could pull you closer to his chest. He put his wine down on the coffee table, bringing his arm around to embrace you in a comforting hug. You melted under his touch, sighing softly as he took the glass from your hand and placed it down as well.

You laid your head on his chest, the faint beating of his heart echoed in your ear like a soothing lullaby. This wasn’t the first time you two had embraced, no, it was far from it. But something was different. 

Maybe it was the alcohol in your system. Or maybe it was the way his hand slowly began to thread through your hair, massaging your scalp in such a tender way you could have sworn only lovers did.

“...You’re beautiful, you know that?”

His voice broke through the silence that enveloped you two once again, his voice carrying through the air. You shifted slightly, lifting your head to rest your chin on his pectorals, raising a brow at his words.

“Where’s this coming from?”

You mumbled softly, your eyes searching his golden ones. He smiled down at you, ruffling your hair as he chuckled.

“What, I can’t call my best friend beautiful?”

“No. I might get the wrong idea y’know.”

He chuckled again, his hand tightening slightly against your hair. He didn’t respond for a moment, but you could feel the way he hesitated to speak, his voice laced with mock confidence as he sent you a teasing smirk.

“What if I want you to get the wrong idea?”

It wasn’t rare for him to flirt with you. No, he was always like this, even before you two became good friends. Whenever he did, he would always give you that stupid smirk of his, his voice laced with a deriding tone. Back then, you were sure he did it just to piss you off, always making a flirtatious comment he knew would make you uncomfortable.

At some point, you learned to ignore it, passing off his remarks with a roll of your eyes and a knowing smile. You don’t know when you got so used to his advancements, but eventually they became a habit. A normal occurrence in your friendship with each other, comments the both of you took as nothing more than a jest.

So why did this feel genuine?

You shook off the feeling, praying he didn’t notice the way your heart rate increased at his words. You scoffed at his words with a small smile, pinching his side playfully..

“Ha ha. Very funny Keigo.”

A sarcastic laugh left your lips, but before you could come up with a snarky comment, he interrupted you.

“I mean it.”

What?

You felt your blood turn cold, your hands prickling with sweat as you shuffled up to stare at him. His expression was something akin to fear, the usual cocky smile that graced his face seemed weak and hesitant.

You swallowed a thick glob of saliva that coated your tongue, attempting to stop your mouth from drying at his words. A strained chuckle escaped your lips, your brows furrowing as you tried to reel in your nerves.

“Oh c’mon…don’t tell me two glasses of wine already have you-”

“It’s not the wine.”

His grasp on you tightened, holding you closer to his body. The weak smile on his face shifted into a small frown, his face morphing into something earnest and soft. He opened his mouth before closing it, squeezing you slightly before he sighed.

“I…You can’t tell me there isn’t…something happening between us…right?”

Before you could even open your mouth, he began to rant.

“I mean- this, this isn’t normal. Do normal friends do…this? Hold each other in their arms late at night, drinking wine while they pretend to watch a movie? Do friends look at each other the way we look at each other?”

His eyes closed, holding you close as desperation seeped into his voice.

“Maybe…Maybe it is the wine that's making me say this…but so what? Maybe I wouldn't say these things if I wasn't intoxicated…maybe I would just let us pine over each other like stupid lovesick teenagers any other day, but I don’t want that…I don’t want that anymore…”

He buried his face into your neck, his wings slowly coming to wrap around your frame. His grasp on you tightened, afraid that you might slip away from him. 

“Please…tell me I'm not crazy. Tell me you also can’t stand…whatever this shit is…”

He finally loosened his grip on you, his hands coming up to cup your face, pulling you back enough to stare desperately into your eyes.

For a moment, you wondered if this was a dream. Were his hands really holding you? Was he really acknowledging the painful tension you two had been enduring? You had never seen him with such a desperate look in his eyes, his voice wavering and hoarse with emotion. You had never seen…this.

It took you a moment to respond, an embarrassing croak of your throat escaping you before your words did.

“I…Keigo…” “Please…” He was begging. Keigo Takami, your best friend, was begging.

“I…I can’t stand it either…Keigo, I-” You were quickly silenced, warm lips connecting with yours in a desperate kiss. Your body reacted instinctively, kissing him back as your eyes fluttered closed, hands coming up to cup his cheeks and bring him closer.

You wondered if it was the wine that made your body feel so warm.

The kiss was full of emotion, feelings from the last few months, maybe even the past year or two suddenly becoming a reality. The longing and desire from both ends quickly caused the kiss to heat up, hands wandering without any direction, body’s slowly shifting to accommodate each other.

You both break away from the kiss, breaths mixing together as you attempt to refill your lungs with much needed air. His forehead pressed against your own, noses bumping against each other in a display of affection. He smiled finally, his eyes fluttering open as he pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth, and then your lips again.

“Thank you…damn it…you have no idea how badly i’ve been wanting to do that…” A breathy chuckle escaped your lips, reaching forward once again to peck his lips, the air felt warm, filled with love and unspoken words of affection. Words that didn’t need to be said. Word’s that could be felt. Word’s that could be seen.

Word’s that they could only express through action.

“Me too…me too…” A soft laugh escaped the both of you, your thumbs gently stroking his cheeks as you both leaned back in for another kiss.

This one was different. Although there was still that longing for affection, that desire to be closer was becoming overwhelming. His lips parted slightly, taking your bottom lip and gently nipping it, a small chuckle escaping your lips as you tilted your head, deepening the kiss.

As you both became more comfortable, your tongues began to gently prod at each other, soft giggles and chuckles making their way into your kiss as your emotions mixed into one. The atmosphere was comfortable, the movie in the background forgotten, filling the room with its muffled sounds.

You pulled away from Keigo, shifting in his lap to straddle him, pushing him down to lay on the couch before going back to kissing him. His tongue finally slipped through the seams of your lips, running the tip of it over your teeth and gums before finally prodding yours. It was a weird feeling, his fleshy muscle swirling with yours, saliva mixing in the heat of the kiss.

It wasn’t until you felt something twitch against your thigh, that you pulled away again, raising a brow at him as you smiled.

“Excited?”

A faint blush coated his cheek, and an embarrassed chuckle left his lips as he spoke hoarsely.

“S-Sorry…can’t help it…you’re just…”

He stopped mid sentence, staring up at you with a soft smile and hooded eyes. His chest rose and fell with each breath, his hands trailing down from your cheeks, to your neck, to your shoulders, and then to your arms, squeezing the flesh as he admired your body.

“I’m just…?” You asked with a smile, a quiet chuckle escaping your lips as his hands began to travel lower, holding your waist with gentle hands as he murmured.

“Perfect…you’re just…perfect…”

His words were filled with such earnest truth and affection, it was impossible trying to stop the rising blush on your cheeks. You smiled down at him, your hands slowly trailing down to his chest, rubbing his pectorals as you murmured.

“Flirt…” You snorted out playfully.

“Just for you, princess…”

He muttered, a teasing smile on his face as he gently squeezed your waist. His hands began to slowly trail lower, his fingers slipping under the hem of your shirt gently rubbing small circles on your plush skin.

You didn’t say anything for a moment, a slow heat beginning to form in your lower stomach, guiding your hips to move in a slow roll. You could feel his breath stutter, his hands gently squeezing your waist once again before gently guiding you to roll again, and again, and again, until the both of you were slowly panting from the growing friction.

His eyes were hooded and glassy as he stared up at you, a love stricken expression in his eyes as he began to gently buck his bulge against your heat. Your combined movements were slow and gentle, a mix of deep affection and desire slowly pouring out in tender motions.

You leaned back down, pressing your lips against his once again, the kiss slow and purposeful, filled with affection and now lust. You continued to roll your hips together, the kiss muffling the growing sounds of whimpers and soft groans.

This time it was Keigo who pulled away, pressing soft kisses along your cheeks, before moving down to your jaw. He gently nipped at your flesh, moving lower until he was gently biting down on the flesh of your neck licking the bite marks he left behind.

“I…We don’t have to do this…right now…”

His voice was rough, filled with restrained desire. His hands rubbed up and down your sides,  gently nipping your neck again.

You slowed the roll of your hips until they stopped completely, your hands resting on his chest as you processed his words.

Somewhere in the back of your mind, you wondered if he didn’t want this, if he was just waiting for an excuse to pull away and stop this. But you knew this wasn’t true. No, he was worried you would regret this. He was worried that you didn’t want this. But you did. You wanted him.

You wanted Keigo Takami. Your best friend. And hopefully, now, your lover.

“I want this. I want you.”

The soft plapping of skin filled your ears, drowning out the endless creaking of your bed frame. Your hands gripped the white sheets below you, face buried into one of the pillows you kept on your bed. Another pillow was under your tummy, helping you arch your back far enough so that Keigo could comfortably grasp your hips, pulling you back to fuck you on his cock.

His groans were soft and quiet, his abs flexing under each thrust as he tilted is head back, soft words of praise leaving his lips.

“You’re doin’ so good f’me baby…takin’ my cock so well…”

A whimper escaped your lips, your aching cunt squeezing his cock as his words went straight to your clit. You moved in rhythm with his thrusts, your cunny desperately trying to take more of his cock, more of him.

The fluttering of his wings was faint, but became louder as the speed of his thrusts increased. You could barely see from your position, but you could have sworn he was using the force of his wings to fuck you harder.

“Feels good, right baby? Fuck…I’ve been wanting to fuck this pretty pussy for so long…ah...been dreaming about this…”

The weight of his balls slapped against your folds, barely hitting your clit as they swung from the force of his movements. The flesh of your ass jiggled and rippled everytime it slapped against his pelvis, his eyes locked onto the way your hole greedily sucked him in. You couldn’t help the way your legs spread further, arching your back once you felt the warmth of his palm spread against the small of your back.

“K-Kei…Keigo…Hah-Mhn…wanna…wanna see you..”

His breath hitched, a small whimper escaping him as his thrusts slowed down, long shallow thrusts causing you to feel every vein and inch through your spongy walls.

“Wanna see me baby? Yeah…Yeah ok…”

He slowly pulled out, his hand immediately going to the base of his cock, pumping his slick covered penis as he watched you roll onto your back. He bit his bottom lip, shuffling closer as he slung your legs over his waist, lining up the tip of his cock to your empty hole.

“Ok…Ok, I’m-I’m putting it back in, okay?”

The small nod of your head was enough for him, and he slowly pushed back inside. First, the head of his cock slipped inside, your sloppy folds eagerly sucking him back in, desperate for more. Then, the rest of his length, each inch slowly sinking deeper and deeper into your cunny until his balls finally rested against your ass, trimmed blonde pubes mixing with your own.

Your hands slowly trailed up your body, resting on your breasts as you slowly began to tweak and pull your nipples, your body beginning to bounce with the slowly increasing pace of each jolt of his hips. His body leans forwards, resting on his forearms as he reaches that mind numbing pace again.

You could feel the tip of his cock pushing against your g-spot, rubbing it with such tenderness it makes your heart flutter. You tilt your head back, breathless moans caught short when he leans down and kisses you, tender and soft despite how rough he’s being with your cunt.

He pulls away from the kiss, littering your cheeks with small pecks of affection. He pulls you closer, the feeling of his cock so eagerly pounding into causes your pussy to slick up with arousal, the room filling with the lewd noises of your coitus.

“I-I love you…Damn it…”

He stuttered out, his hand coming up to cup your cheek stroking it with his thumb as he speaks from his heart.

“I love you so much…I-I don’t…I don’t know when it happened I…I j-just…” A low moan escaped his throat, his body shifting again, pressing down onto your body in an attempt to keep you as close as possible, craving your skin, craving your heat.

Craving you.

“I just- I just remember…fuck-seeing you, seeing you…and thinking…thinking that i’m so fucking glad that I-I have you…so glad…ah…”

A small sob escaped your lips. You couldn’t tell if you were crying, or maybe if your sweat was beginning to drip down your face, but you felt something wet fall. Broken moans mixed with grunts filled your ears, the coil in your stomach fluttering and tightening with each word that left his mouth.

“B-But there…there was something else too- oh god i’m-i’m close- There-there was that feeling, that stupid fucking feeling…of my heart fluttering…of knowing- knowing that…that I was more than just glad…”

His hips stuttered, and your legs tightened around his waist. Oh. Now you were crying. Now you could feel the way your heart ached at his words, the way you could sympathize and relate to his words.

“I-I…I was…I realized that I was in love with you, damn it…and-and it scared me…be-because I knew…I knew you liked me too…”

You could feel his cock twitch inside you, his groans becoming whimpers and his thrusts becoming shallow and rough. The movement made your cunt ache, the coil in your stomach about to snap. He was close. You were close.

“But I-I didn’t want to hurt you…Didn’t-Didn’t wanna ruin what we have- what we had…but I- fuck! fuck fuck fuck fuck! I couldn’t help it anymore! Because I love you! I love you I love you I-”

A burning hot wave of pleasure coursed through you, a sob mixed with a scream of pleasure spilled from your mouth, your orgasm ripping through you as he fucked you through it. Your legs shook, your cunt ached and pulsed, and your heart leapt out of your mouth as you screamed.

”I love you! I love you, Keigo!”

A pathetic wine of pleasure left him, his hips stuttering one last time before he quickly pulled out, lifting himself off your body to violently fist his cock, releasing his burning hot seed onto your stomach. Strings of white coated your flesh, and you could see his body tremble as he faced his own wave of pleasure.

As the final few dribbles of cum spilled from his red slit, he finally leaned back down and pressed his forehead against your own. His pants mingled with your own, his hand gently rubbing the flesh of your waist in a soothing circular motion.

As the two of you slowly came down from your highs, he pressed another kiss on your lips, smiling softly when he pulled away to murmur.

“So you wanna take a shower together?” “Later…”

“Yeah…okay…”

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➨ chapter 20 omg we’re reaching the 20’s i feel so emotional.. i can’t believe it oh my gosh i just want them to kiss already

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when you walk into the lecture hall, you almost immediately spot leehan. he’s sitting in your regular spot, scribbling something random in his notebook like how you usually find him. except this time, he doesn’t look up. no smile, no wave, nothing. it’s like you don’t even exist anymore.

your chest tightens as you hesitate by the door, the words he texted you the day before replaying in your mind, “i need some space for a while.” you had to keep repeating to yourself in your head - this is what he wants, he deserves that.

you shake your thoughts away and find a seat a few rows further down from where he is, it’s better this way and hopefully you won’t have to see him at all.

a few minutes later, jisung walks in. his eyes land on you almost instantly, and you couldn’t tell if he was purposely looking for your face or you just so happened to be the first thing he saw when he walked in. he weaves through the rows and stops when he reaches the seat next to you.

“hey” he says, tilting his head towards the empty seat next to you. “is it okay if i sit here?”

you almost freeze in your seat when he asks, and you bite back your tongue from saying yes. his presence would be comforting, but you know if leehan saw you two he would be so much more hurt than before, and you had to stop thinking about yourself for once.

“i don’t think that’s a good idea..” you mumble, looking away from him.

he blinks, his small smile faltering a bit. “oh, okay” he nods, understanding what you were silently trying to tell him. but that still didn’t stop his heart from beating a little faster.

he finds another empty seat in the row below you, about 2 seats across from you. you turn around to sneak a glance at leehan, but his face gives nothing away. he’s still focused on his notes, like he’s the only person in the room.

before you can emphasize on it, kazuha walks into the room, her presence immediately making you feel uneasy. she paused in the doorway, scanning around for somewhere to sit or somebody to sit with. it doesn’t take long for her to realize the awkward distance between you, jisung, and leehan, especially between you and jisung. her stare lingers for a bit before making a b-line towards him.

“hey” she says smiling, sliding into the seat next to him.

you force yourself to look away, gripping your pen tightly as you stare at your notes. kazuha isn’t doing anything wrong, she’s nice, warm, and easy to be around; everything you’re not right now.

as the lecture continues, you try your best to move your focus away from them, but you can’t help but stare at the two as she laughs and leans into him. he isn’t even that funny you thought. you tell yourself it’s fine, you have absolutely no reason to be upset. but the jealousy creeps in anyway, and for some reason you can’t seem to shake it.

the weight of everything feels unbearable against your chest, it feels like you could scream. the second your professor dismissed your class, you’re out of your seat, shoving your notebook and laptop into your bag and bolting out the door. someone calls your name, jisung maybe? or leehan? but that doesn’t stop you, nobody could.

back at your dorm, you drop everything on the floor, staring at the ceiling as everything crashes over you. you replay the entire morning in your head, the tension between you and leehan and the awkward, short lived conversation you had with jisung that ended with you basically shutting him down.

no matter how many things you tried to distract yourself with, you couldn’t stop thinking about how you were gonna apologize to leehan. he deserves something more than just a text or ignoring the situation in all until it was blown over.

you pulled out your notebook and tapped the pen on the page, trying to sort out your emotions. the words feel messy and inadequate, but it was a start. you think of all the ways leehan had been there for you, since the moment you met him that first day of class when he introduced himself. or when he had invited you to mark’s show and made sure you were happy and having fun, even if it was at the expense of his.

you had taken all that for granted, and now, sitting alone in your dorm, the weight of that realization presses down on you. you’ll have to figure this out. you have to. because you can’t let this silence stretch any longer, you can’t lose him.

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Honestly, once more I feel some of the fandom really only cared about the shipping and not the actual characters.

Like, seeing people go "Katsuki is going to be pining and alone forever" actually makes me feel insulted on his behalf.

Was Katsuki only an appealing character to some of you because of "pining"? Who said that he was going to be alone forever?

I see people saying so much I'm starting to think it's being secretly manifested because it's what some of you want. I know some folks like that Katsuki angst. Don't you want him happy?

Sooo.... his development wasn't important? Was he only important to you if he and Izuku were together? Am I the only one who is happy that they at least are on talking terms?

Seeing Izuku talking to Ochako isn't enough for me to go "Katsuki is heartbroken forever", I'm sorry. The duo (Izuku and Ochako) are not standing in wedding clothes and exchanging vows.

Was it forgotten that MHA is a popular Shonen? The target audience is geared towards a young male audience, so yeah, we weren't going to get canon BakuDeku and instead Izuku talking with Uraraka.

Which was it is. Talking. Just talking.

Was they not allowed to do that???

Shoot, I needed everyone to talk because they haven't been able to do it!

Who know what's crazy? If Katsuki was the one to advise Izuku to talk to Ochako, that makes me realize that at some point, Izuku and Katsuki did have the talk they needed to get to the point that they're comfortable enough to give the other advice and be close again.

Like "hey, we talked it out, so now it's time you talk it out with her... man, we all need to get it together".

I thought making amends is a present idea in the story. Some of these characters need(ed) to do that. Katsuki and Izuku wasn't the only pair now.

Personally, given the target audience, it would be so funny if Horikoshi was sitting there sketching like "I'm gonna give these two the most 'dap me up' handhold ever". This feels like him going "Fine, I'll give what is wanted but not everything".

Something tells me he didn't even want to have an epilogue.

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On today‘s episode of „moments in the show that confuse me“, s5ep19 has a piece of dialogue that goes something like this

Marinette: (about how Gabe doesn’t approve of her) He thinks I‘m one of those fans who follows you around everywhere, showers you with gifts and knows all your (Adrien‘s) middle name days

Kagami: Isn‘t that what you used to do Marinette?

Marinette: Yeah but I did it out of love

This scene is so odd because it feels weirdly self-aware but at the same time it really isn‘t? To me it seems like the writers sort of admit that Marinette‘s crush was written like a celebrity crush, but then this doesn‘t go anywhere? It‘s basically just „it‘s the same as a celeb crush but it isn‘t actually🤪“

Like what kind of writing is this? I know I‘m again beimg nitpicky but hey I love hearing your thoughts on the show so do you have thoughgs on this?

I'm honored that you enjoy my rambled! And, yeah, I have a few thoughts on this one. To begin, here's the full quote for proper context:

Marinette: Oh, hey Kagami! How are you? Kagami: Hello, Marinette. I'm fine, thank you. Adrien: I'm sorry, Marinette, it's my fault. I just couldn't talk to my father. Marinette: No, don't apologize! It makes sense that you didn't make it work because that's you! I mean, not you, you but you, as in, not me. Your dad doesn't have a problem with you anymore, he's even become super cool, making you pancakes, giving you all the freedom you need. He's come such a long way and that's amazing. But he does have a problem with me. He feels worried and I would be too if I were him. He thinks I'm one of those fans who follows you everywhere, showers you with hand-knitted gifts and knows every single one of your middle name days. Kagami: Isn't that what you used to do, Marinette? Marinette: Yes... except no! I mean, yes, but I was doing it out of love and, besides, I've changed a lot. Kagami: You are correct. Marinette: Really? You think I've changed a lot? Kagami: No. Well, not that much. But you're right to want to talk to Adrien's father.

This is not a terrible piece of writing. There are pieces of media where this would be genuinely funny. I've previously talked about the fact that Marinette's crush on Adrien is written like a celebrity crush and not a crush on a real person or even a proper stalker obsession. In that post, I also discussed media that features a fan getting to date their celebrity idol:

Whenever stories do the thing where someone meets their celebrity crush and actually gets to know them, there's normally a noticeable shift in their behavior as the character mentally goes, "Oh shit, you're real now." They lose the freedom that came with this being a mere fantasy.

That is the type of story where this dialogue would be funny. A story where Marinette started out as a fan or former fan with an idealized view of Adrien, but ended up viewing him as a real person by the time they started dating. A story where her view of Adrien shifts, but the things she does to show affection don't because it's not exactly weird to want to know everything about your significant other or to want to shower them with gifts. The only concerning thing on the list Marinette gives is "following him everywhere", but she doesn't actually do that in the show, so we're going to ignore that one and focus on the actual problem here.

The problem is that Miraculous never gave Marinette a reality check. There is no point where dream Adrien vanishes to be replaced by real Adrien. The Adrien that she starts dating in season five appears to be everything that she's ever dreamed he would be. He is #boyfriendgoals where he only exists to make her happy. He never shows off his more annoying behavior (and let's be real, Chat Noir can be pretty annoying at times) or spouts any bad puns that make her roll her eyes in a mixture of annoyance and amusement. He is perfection and it's terrible. This is not how you write a solid romance. There's no learning about each others flaws or even meaningful personal growth for Marinette.

We spent four seasons watching her struggle to ask Adrien out only for the resolution to be that he asks her instead. She never has to overcome that personal hurdle. After that, her biggest struggle is being brave enough to tell her boyfriend that she loves him even though he has showered her with love and affection, proving that there is literally zero risk involved here. It's a deeply unbalanced relationship that feels totally unfair to Adrien.

To be fair, there are stories where the Marinette-can't-say-nice-things-to-Adrien plot point could work. However, they're stories where a lot of focus is given to Marinette's trauma and her journey to overcome it. Miraculous didn't do that. Marinette's trauma and Adrien's response to it are handled horribly by every metric because of course they are. This is a formula show that can't handle a plot like this with delicacy and grace.

There's also the issue that, for this plot to work, the romance needs to be way more balanced. We need to be shown why Marinette is an amazing partner for Adrien who just has an area where she's struggling. We need to want them to get past this trial and be together. As-is, it's impossible to support this relationship because there's no substance to it. They're barely even friends before they get together. I have no idea why I should want Adrien to struggle through helping Marinette or why I should want Marinette to work through her issues with Adrien. There are other fish in the sea! Now that the identities are out, she can go back to Luka who she had no issues with!

This all feels very badly written YA or New Adult drama and there's a reason that I don't read those! I don't enjoy wildly unhealthy couples whose main draw is their endless drama and baffling sexual tension. I want couples who I love but, at this point, I can't even summon mild enjoyment for the canon love square.

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BEST FRIEND can we talk? — read 11:13 pm.

weird ass neighbor (?) what? my text door neighbor is texting me FIRST? — read 11:13 pm.

BEST FRIEND forget about it i'll just go talk to someone else it's okay — read 11:13 pm.

weird ass neighbor (?) hey no no no — read 11:14 pm.

weird ass neighbor (?) i didn't mean to upset you i'm so sorry — read 11:14 pm.

weird ass neighbor (?) of course we can talk. are you okay? — read 11:14 pm.

BEST FRIEND thank you — read 11:14 pm.

BEST FRIEND it's just been a rough night i've been thinking a lot about some things my friends said about me and it just isn't making me feel the greatest — read 11:14 pm.

weird ass neighbor (?) what happened? i mean, only if you want to talk about it. i'm not here to judge — read 11:15 pm.

BEST FRIEND okay so my friend adam has always been on my ass about my dry personality — read 11:15 pm.

BEST FRIEND and he keeps telling me that i need to fix it, but i can't. i had a vibrant personality as a kid but then i got made fun of for it, so i've just kept to myself since then — read 11:15 pm.

BEST FRIEND and i just don't know what to do anymore — read 11:15 pm

weird ass neighbor (?) oh my god i'm so sorry — read 11:15 pm.

weird ass neighbor (?) you don't deserve that AT ALL. adam sounds like a real asshole and if he can't accept you for who you are then he doesn't deserve you. — read 11:16 pm.

weird ass neighbor (?) and i'm sorry if this all came from me comparing your personality to connor bedard's. i didn't think it would hurt you i just thought it was funny but i won't do it again if that will make you more comfortable — read 11:16 pm.

BEST FRIEND yeah — read 11:16 pm.

BEST FRIEND about that — read 11:16 pm.

BEST FRIEND i'm not actually upset — read 11:16 pm.

weird ass neighbor (?) what?? — read 11:16 pm.

BEST FRIEND i just wanted to tell you that you give me ankle biter vibes — read 11:17 pm.

weird ass neighbor (?) excuse me? — read 11:17 pm.

BEST FRIEND you give me ankle biter vibes — read 11:17 pm.

weird ass neighbor (?) i heard you the first time, you asshole and you thought that was an okay thing to fake just to tell me i give off ankle biter vibes? — read 11:17 pm.

BEST FRIEND yeah… — read 11:17 pm.

weird ass neighbor (?) fuckin unbelievable — read 11:18 pm.

asshole to the fucking MAX okay this has gone too far. hi random nameless girl, this isn't connor, this is his friend will. our friend adam stole connor's phone from him and pulled this shit, i'm so sorry — read 11:18 pm.

asshole to the fucking MAX this wasn't fair to you, and i want to make it clear that connor had nothing to do with this at all! i will scold adam for this — read 11:18 pm.

weird ass neighbor (?) what? — read 11:18 pm.

weird ass neighbor (?) what the fuck is happening??? — read 11:18 pm.

asshole to the fucking MAX hi this is adam now — read 11:18 pm.

asshole to the fucking MAX i want to make it clear that connor did say you gave off ankle biter vibes — read 11:18 pm.

asshole to the fucking MAX but he didn't have anything to do with anything else. he doesn't even know we stole his phone — read 11:19 pm.

asshole to the fucking MAX will was supposed to be supervising me but he got distracted by a dog — read 11:19 pm.

asshole to the fucking MAX

— read 11:20 pm.

weird ass neighbor (?) wait a fucking minute what the fuck is going on is that fucking will smith?

— read 11:21 pm.

weird ass neighbor (?) like fucking 4th overall pick of the 2023 nhl draft will smith? — read 11:21 pm.

asshole to the fucking MAX well it certainly isn't "the (fucking) pursuit of happyness" will smith — read 11:21 pm.

weird ass neighbor (?) hey adam? — read 11:21 pm.

asshole to the fucking MAX yeah? — read 11:21 pm.

weird ass neighbor (?) shut the fuck up before i chris rock your ass got it? — read 11:22 pm.

asshole to the fucking MAX yes ma'am 🫡 — read 11:22 pm.

weird ass neighbor (?) good! — read 11:22 pm.

weird ass neighbor (?) so let me get this straight — read 11:22 pm.

weird ass neighbor (?) if that's will smith, then i really am talking to connor bedard? — read 11:22 pm.

asshole to the fucking MAX well, technically not now — read 11:22 pm.

weird ass neighbor (?) and let me guess! you're adam fantilli? — read 11:22 pm.

asshole to the fucking MAX the one and only :) — read 11:23 pm.

weird ass neighbor (?) how's it feel having the same number of points as kent johnson this year despite playing in 14 more games? ☺️ — read 11:23 pm.

asshole to the fucking MAX this is will again — read 11:23 pm.

asshole to the fucking MAX adam handed me the phone because you really hurt his ego thank you for your service — read 11:23 pm.

weird ass neighbor (?) it was my absolute pleasure — read 11:23 pm.

weird ass neighbor (?) so if i may ask who all knows about this text door neighbor thing? — read 11:23 pm.

asshole to the fucking MAX uhhh hold on i actually don't know — read 11:23 pm.

asshole to the fucking MAX let me ask adam — read 11:23 pm.

asshole to the fucking MAX this is adam again — read 11:24 pm.

asshole to the fucking MAX me, kent johnson, cole sillinger, will, and bedsy know — read 11:24 pm.

weird ass neighbor (?) bedsy knows?! what an astute observation, einstein! — read 11:24 pm.

asshole to the fucking MAX okay miss "is that fucking will smith?! fuck fuck fuck will smith?!" you're gonna get a kick out of this one!!! — read 11:24 pm.

weird ass neighbor (?) enlighten me, einstein!!! — read 11:24 pm.

asshole to the fucking MAX bedsy told me about your crush on korchinski — read 11:24 pm.

weird ass neighbor (?) he WHAT?! oh for fuck's sake — read 11:25 pm.

asshole to the fucking MAX well i then went and told kj and then silly, but they didn't tell anyone! i swear! — read 11:25 pm.

asshole to the fucking MAX but will also knows i just told him — read 11:25 pm.

weird ass neighbor (?) well isn't that just so fun! — read 11:25 pm.

asshole to the fucking MAX it is! i'm really enjoying this :) — read 11:25 pm.

weird ass neighbor (?) well hey that's so funny! cuz you're fucking dead! — read 11:25 pm.

asshole to the fucking MAX now hey it's not very funny to wish harm upon someone but you know what is funny? — read 11:25 pm.

asshole to the fucking MAX that we know you have a huge crush on korchinski but don't know your name! — read 11:25 pm.

weird ass neighbor (?) y/n — read 11:26 pm.

asshole to the fucking MAX well that was easy — read 11:26 pm.

weird ass neighbor (?) yk it's funny, usually when you want to learn something about a person (ex. their name) you have to ask! clearly that's something that none of you boys thought of until just now!!! — read 11:26 pm.

asshole to the fucking MAX well i for one think your name is very pretty - will — read 11:26 pm.

weird ass neighbor (?) well thank you will! i think yours is pretty great as well — read 11:26 pm.

asshole to the fucking MAX thank you 🥹 - will — read 11:26 pm.

weird ass neighbor (?) you're welcome 😇 - y/n — read 11:26 pm.

asshole to the fucking MAX and what about mine? - adam — read 11:27 pm.

weird ass neighbor (?) i hate it! 😚 - y/n — read 11:27 pm.

asshole to the fucking MAX i'm telling kj 😔 - adam — read 11:27 pm.

weird ass neighbor (?) he'll agree with me ☺️ - y/n — read 11:27 pm.

asshole to the fucking MAX it's true he will agree with you 😊 - will — read 11:27 pm.

weird ass neighbor (?) well i hate to do this, but unfortunately i will have to cut our wonderful conversation short 😔 i have to be up early tomorrow — read 11:27 pm.

asshole to the fucking MAX awww! what a travesty 🤭 — read 11:28 pm.

weird ass neighbor (?) the only travesty is your start to the season, adam 😊 — read 11:28 pm.

asshole to the fucking MAX goodnight y/n! - will and adam — read 11:28 pm.

weird ass neighbor (?) goodnight will! - y/n — read 11:29 pm.

asshole to the fucking MAX umm? excuse me?? that was signed from will AND adam??? - adam— read 11:29 pm.

weird ass neighbor (?) oh i'm sorry! let me fix it — read 11:29 pm.

asshole to the fucking MAX thank you — read 11:29 pm.

weird ass neighbor (?) of course! — read 11:29 pm.

weird ass neighbor (?) goodnight will! — read 11:30 pm.

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choke the messenger

(hi i know i joked about honey b. lovely and her canon-typical dubcon before, but this is going into noncon territory, so. be warned ;3)

"—i'm sorry."

i'm sorry. honey knows those words. not asking for forgiveness, but offering sympathy. she's heard them from movies and reads, the ones about the times of the war and calamity. condolences for lost family and friends. that stuff's fantasy, and she shouldn't have to hear it. so she says, "shut up."

oh, it occurs to her, maybe they still say that, the people who don't wear regulators. it's not like i would know, honey reasons. because she does, and she's lost everyone. her parents are gone, her old friends, her not-quite-lovers—she's lost them all. so now there shouldn't be anyone else for her to lose, and no condolences either. that can't be right! so quit it, "i don't want your sympathy."

all honey has now is her position in the arcadion. and it's funny. she never thought it possible to lose honey b. lovely.

"...i understand." tart speaks slowly when he wants to convey his words correctly. especially when apologizing. honey wishes she doesn't have to look up to look him in the eye.

what. what could you possibly understand? you don't wear a regulator. you don't use feral souls. what you said about, what, eating souls is bullshit, isn't it. don't tell me you get it, you fucking don't. this isn't supposed to happen to me. not to me! not me! why don't you just shut the fuck up right now?!"

they aren't sitting, but too close to the sofa for her liking, so honey pushes him beyond the living room. she grabs onto tart's forearm and pulls him, "down," and he complies hesitantly.

honey smiles. she's learned a lot from souleater about how to take down opponents bigger than yourself. the key is to use gravity to her advantage. just like how he used his red flashes to bounce off the walls of the arena, leaping over honey b. lovely to bring his heavy axe down on her. now honey stands over the kneeling tart, puts her right palm over his mouth and brings her full weight to bear.

his scream is muffled. too bad, though, he's strong enough to keep from falling over, so he has a free hand to pull off honey's grip. "wait—" he opens his mouth.

jackpot. honey pushes her fingers in, pressing down hard on his tongue. "ghhk—ngrrh!" his eyes water as his mouth is filled, the red glow of her regulator reflected in them. honey pays the noises no mind. he's good at swallowing.

the effects of her venom differs for some people, but broadly there are three stages. on a small dose people get giddy. give them more and they become agitated: some affectionate, some aggressive. but make them drink enough, and they become downright pliable. my obedient little bees. honey feels her rage melt away as tart starts to bend. delighted, even. souleater can resist her charm but tart cannot, and it's fun to watch him lose himself to her.

he drops onto his back. honey winces at the painful thud of his head hitting the floor, walks around the fallen body to check. tart's eyelids flutter closed. "oh, no, you don't," tuts honey, lifting him by the shoulder onto her lap. she lets herself drink in the giddiness. "don't go to sleep. you can talk, but only what i tell you to say," she giggles.

"nnh," is all he manages. tart reaches for her hand, brings it closer to his lips. honey pokes at his cheek in return.

"hey," she asks, "you don't really feel bad for me, do you?" her fingers tease at his face. "you feel as— bummed, about this, as i do. isn't that so?"

he answers when she touches him. "yes..." he nods slightly. "with feral souls, you guys can be—hhk, my match... have, equals again. i w's so... happy. but, no more." he wrenches his eyes shut. "'s not fair. why does it... always kill you... not me...?"

honey exhales a laugh. "see? you weren't sympathizing with me. you're just... you're sad, for your own reasons. it wasn't about me after all." she feels her eyes grow hot. "you don't get any of it. do you even care? you don't do you?"

she pinches him a little, making him groan. "yes, your... majesty." a drop of gold splatters just to the left of his nose. then another two, on the right and left cheek.

"huh," honey thinks, her eyes hurt. "aa–aahhh!" the heat now feels like burning. she screws them shut, rubs at the eyelids. that lifts the pain, for a moment, but she realizes she's made things worse. they're stuck. she can't open her eyes at all. clawing at her eyes is no use. shit! shit!!

she drops tart from her hold and scrambles backwards. reaches for a wall and feels her way through. the first floor bathroom is just to the right. the sink by the door. she finds the faucet by touch and turns it on, rinses her eyes with the cold water.

it doesn't help. her eyes clear up, but soon fills up again with--fucking hell. it's honey, her own venom, isn't it? this can't be happening. this isn't supposed to happen! but it does. again and again and again.

she has no clue how long she's been hunched over the sink. if every beat of her heart is one second then it must be hours. the hair around her face has gotten wet. she hates it. she grits her teeth, hearing her own breath wheezing over the water flow. why won't you stop? she demands. like that's ever worked. her fingers are sore, starting to go numb.

"—miss honey." she jumps out of her skin. her eyesight hasn't returned, but she turns around to face tart anyway. shit, you've been out of it for so long that c'astarhte sobered up. he comes closer, reaches for the faucet, turns it off. "should be enough, no," he asks.

"what... are you—"

"what happens to the venom you spill?" his hand takes hold over honey's left forearm. she freezes in place. "it dissolves, into nothing. leaves no stains, right? you'll be fine. just calm down." his voice is level, he waits for her to relax and let him lead her out.

they're probably just in the hallway by the bathroom door. "sit," tart tells her, and honey finds herself sat between his spread legs. for a second she feels him hold her closer, but seems to think twice about it, leaning away against the wall. but he doesn't leave. honey relishes the chance to make him regret staying. she lets herself fall back onto his chest. his hands still right by hers, she laces their fingers together.

tart lets her be. it hurts worse than being slapped or shoved away.

her tearducts fit to burst, honey walks her thoughts back to their conversation earlier—this, this is what happens to the arcadion's feral soulshifters. their souls corrupt. honey knows it well herself. when was it—a month, a few weeks after she won 2nd place at last year's lightheavyweight division? she'd started to notice her feral soul activate on its own.

so i've been dying since then. "heh–hehehehe, ahahahahahaha!" her laughter seems to have startled tart, who shifts uncomfortably beneath her. "oh, what?" demands honey. "it's not like i can cry about it, so what else is there to do but laugh? isn't it funny that i'm this far along without having topped the division even once? at least miss eutrope was set to become the fucking champion!" she can't contain herself, shaking as more giggles escape her.

the only warning she hears is a faint growl. tart lifts his right hand in her hold and places it right below her chest, then his left hand moves too fast for her to register—taking off her regulator.

"no!" honey shrieks, "gi–give it back!" she tries to rise to snatch it, but his arm on her stomach keeps her down. she's watched it too many times—that clip of souleater breaking his regulator. "don't, please, please—"

"you can," tart tells her, "cry about it."

he gets up from his seat, goes over and sets the regulator down before honey's outstretched legs. just beyond her reach. her vision is glued to it. without the blue or red glow the metal case gives off nothing but white.

she can barely hear when tart speaks. "thank you," he clears his throat before continuing, "appreciate you caring about my thoughts. just... i just wish, you would let me say it."

honey inhales, trembling. she doesn't need to see to know that he's crying. without the strength to even lift her head, it's all she can do to whisper, "you should just leave me alone."

yesterday, an hour ago, he would've found a reason to stay. tart leaves her without a word.

[atths--twice]

Saw this and immediately imagined a little AU. 💙

“Hello?”

“Hey,” he said. “I just wanted to call and say I had a good time tonight.”

“Oh. I did too,” she said and he could hear the smile in her voice. “Did you speed the whole way home? You got there quickly.”

“Not home yet,” he said, shaking his head as he rested his arm on top of the phone box. “I had to pull over and call you.”

“You…” she said and he smiled. “I barely walked in the door. How far did you get from my place?”

“Uh… not too far.”

“Okay.” She chuckled and his smile grew, loving the sound of it.

“I… really enjoyed our date, Dana. I’m glad we could finally make it happen.”

“Me too,” she whispered and he heard a cat meow. “Shhh, quiet Bertie.”

“Oh, you have a cat?”

“I do.”

“I like cats.” Another meow was heard and he chuckled.

“She’s looking for a snack and she won’t be quiet until I get it for her.”

“Then you better do it,” he said and she chuckled.

“Okay. I’ll do that as you drive home.”

“I still have some time left on my dime.”

She laughed and he smiled again.

“Didn’t know you dabbled in poetry,” she said and he heard a bag of something being shaken as the cat meowed again. “Here you go, Bertie Bird.”

“I like to make rhymes. Though not always.” She laughed a deep belly laugh and he chuckled softly, holding his hand over the mouthpiece of the phone.

“You’re very funny, Fox,” she said and he nodded.

“I try,” he said.

“You have thirty seconds left. Insert money for more time.”

“Oh, you better go,” she said.

“Yeah,” he said, wishing he did not have to hang up, but knowing that had been his only dime. “Call you when I get home?”

“Sure,” she said, the smile once again in her voice. “Drive safely.”

“I will. Give Bertie a pat from me.”

“Mmm,” she hummed. “Okay.”

“Bye. I lo-”

The dial tone sounded in his ear and he pulled back with wide eyes.

“Did you really just start to say you love her?” he asked himself as he hung up and stared at the phone. “It’s been one date. Get it together, man.”

He shook his head and exhaled as he walked to his car and got inside. Shaking his head again as he started the car, he hoped he had not scared her off, as he thought of how he could smooth this over.

He need not have worried however.

When he called her as soon as he entered his apartment, his cover story ready, she answered on the first ring.

“The phone company apologizes for the untimely disconnect with your previous phone call,” she said in the nasally tone of the phone company. “We believe we interrupted your sentence and we would like to offer you a chance to finish your conversation. Please, continue.”

He grinned, his plan to lie completely disappearing.

“I was interrupted. But I don’t know if I should continue what I was going to say.”

“We believe you should. We encourage it,” she said in the same nasally tone.

“I love you,” he said quietly, his heart racing. “I know it’s only been one date, but I…”

“It’s been more than that,” she said softly. “We just finally had the opportunity to go out, as we used to say.”

“Yeah,” he agreed, swallowing hard as he knew she was right, their relationship more than just the one date.

“I was thinking about what I would say to you once you called,” she whispered. “Trying to decide if I should brush off what I thought you were going to say. But I didn’t want to do that.”

“Why?”

“Because… I feel the same. I… I love you too. And I know it’s as crazy as you do.”

“Then let’s be crazy together,” he said, flopping down on his couch with a smile.

“Merowwww!”

“Let’s,” she said with a chuckle. “You, me, and Bertie B.”

“Sounds like a plan, man,” he replied and she laughed that belly laugh again, the one he wanted to hear for the rest of his life.

[indecenthoney]

At Each Other's Throats

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 "The fuck you looking at, runt?"

 "Nothing... Just looking... I didn't think they made people as ugly as you..." 

"Huh?!? You wanna fucking fight?"

 "I thought you'd never ask… Bring it, pussy!"

 "Guys. THE PROJECT!" 

There was never a moment that we weren't at each other's throats. Emma was a bite-sized girl with an attitude. Surprisingly enough, she got along with just about anyone. Me being the exception. And I've been around her since kindergarten. I wasn't so sure what made her hate me so much nor did I ever ask. But I wasn't going to take her attitude lying down. After all, we've always been sort of competitive. I just assumed this was just the norm for us, so I didn't really pay it much mind. However, our fights became more frequent and physical by the time we entered college. The only time there was ever peace was after we've fought. I'm not proud about hitting a girl. But she was as far from a girl that I had ever known. And sometimes I'd wonder. Emma knew how to throw a punch and take one as well. And despite our height difference, it never stopped her from picking a fight with me. We did our best to stay away from each other. Unfortunately, that bliss had soon disappeared with our professor grouping us up for a project. Even with our peers disagreeing with the arrangement, he was quite adamant about his decision. Lecturing us about the cruel world. Emphasizing that we will bump into people that we don't want to work with, but that's just how it is. This very decision of his lead to multiple fistfights and arguments. After some scolding from our team, we went about the project without a hitch. All the team really had to do was tape our mouths and keep us apart. 

"Good job team! Thank FUCKING god it's over! A big thank you to our two brawlers who carried this project… Who woulda thought they’d have the brains and brawn? Hahaha... Jokes aside… A cheers to all of you, and let's have a good time, alright?" 

"There you are... You heard the man... Good job on stuttering the entire presentation, pipsqueak..." 

"Huh?! You lonely or something? I don't remember calling you over... And for your information, I would have read it better if it weren't for your chicken scratch..." 

"Chicken scratch?!? Please... Maybe you should get your eyes checked, grandma…." 

"Haha very funny. Ever heard of a laptop? Type it out, old man..."

"Wowwwww… Original insult… Tell me… Was it really my hand writing? Or maybeeee the big words were a little too hard for you… Don’t worry, I’ll dumb it down for you next time…”

"You wanna fucking go?" 

"And here I thought you were getting soft on me… C’mon shorty, throw the first punch…”

“Hey hey hey! What’s everyone cheering for? Oh my fucking god... Seriously? YOU TWO? Again? Really? When I said to have a good time, I didn’t mean to start beating the fuck out of each other… You know what? Sit… ”

“But…”

“He started it…”

“I don’t give a fuck who started it… You guys are going to settle this NOW… You... Bring me the cooler… Rules… First one to black out loses... Loser owes the winner servitude for a week… End of story…”

“Is this really necessary?” 

“Yeah! Give Oliver a break... He can’t hold his drink, you know…"

“Nevermind… Give me that damn can…”

What started off as entertainment for the entire party quickly became a health concern as the floor littered with beer cans. Yet even then, the insults and provocations were clear as a day. Every spectator urging us to keep pace with one another. The crowd joined in. Showing no signs of stopping. The once cheering crowd slowly dropped one after another. Blacking out in the process. Leaving us three standing.

"Oof... Man down..."

"HAHAHAHHA... Light weights!"

"Jeez... Even drunk you guys are still fucking stubborn... Ugh... As much as I want to see how this turns out... Some of these guys have a curfew... Listen... You two can hang out here for all I care... But be sure to clean all this trash up, alright? I don't wanna deal with the extra fees for trashing this place..."

"What? Why us?"

"Heeyyyyyyy Oliverrrrr shtopppp talkinggg! You're shlowing downnnn! Drinkkkkk!"

"Did you get hit in the head too many times, Oliver? You're drunk... I'm not trusting you two idiots to drop our friends home... Now go sober up and fucking clean this place... We'll get you guys in the morning... Alright... C'mon... Wake up... I'm dropping you guys home... Crawl if you have to... Yeah yeah... Sleep in the car..."

"Jeez... Bossy much...? Huh, Jason?"

"Who'd be able handle you two if I wasn't little bit bossy...?"

"Livvvvv.... Drinkkkk..."

"Alright alright... Stop smothering me..."

Jason had a point. Despite playing it cool, I honestly doubt I could have made it to the car. After leaving us be, Emma was still raring to go. Pushing another cold one up to my cheek. Looking back, this might be the first time we ever really sat down and enjoyed each other's company. She had this dumb smile, and honestly, I had no choice but to roll with it. Who would've thought that all it took for us to get along was a few drinks? I gladly accepted. With beer in our system, visions gradually blur. Words exited and slurred without form. Yet we were happy. The eager pace slowed down to a casual sip and laughter. Taking our time, exchanging stories. Although nice things never last. Our drinking came to a sudden halt. Not a single beer or bottle in sight.

"Did you see those two? By the kitchen?"

"Dude... Yessss... The tension between those two... Jeez... Just fuck already..."

"Right?!? Unbelievable... Mmm... Liv... Beer me... My cans empty..."

"Wait hold on... Lemme... Uhhhhh... Shit... Not to ruin the mood, Em... But that was the last one..."

"What?!? No fucking way... How're we supposed to do the bet? Livvvvvv...."

"Stop shaking me... Will you relax? It's just a dumb bet... Does it really matter at this point? No one's here..."

"Huh... Fuck you... We've been drinking for the past three hours... Yes, it matters... It mattered when you went on to chug those two beers in front of those girls... which I remind you that I had to keep up with... Show off... And not to mention, it mattered every single day we fought... So yes, it matters... Because we have a fucking score to settle..."

"What are you talking about? Weren't we just having fun-"

"Oh shut up... I saw you making those googly eyes at those girls... Do you really think chugging beers is going to impress them?"

"Well fuck you! Like you know anything about impressing anyone... Before I found you... You were just standing in the corner like some lost... puppy..."

"Excuse me? If anyone's acting like a dog, it's you... Uhuh... Unlike you, I don't have to chase after every piece of ass I see... But you know what? Since you know everything... Why don't you prove it? Yeah, that's right... Let's change the bet... Why don't we make out... The first one to moan... loses..."

"Fuck no... You're drunk... I am not going to kiss you..."

"Oh please... It's just a kiss... It's not that big a deal... Don't tell me you're scared to lose..."

"Haha... Very funny... I'm gonna go clean up... H-hey what're you- Get off me..."

"Listen... If you wanna give up, that's fine by me... But YOU owe me for a week... Hahahaha... Maybe I'll put a collar on your neck and strut you around those girls you like so much..."

"Huh?! You're making a lot of excuses, Em... You sure you don't just wanna kiss me or something?"

"Ew... Don't get me wrong... This isn't some sad attempt to kiss you... I... fucking... hate... you... The only reason I'm doing this is because I want to win... Now, are you in, or are you out?"

"Fine... But if you lose... You're going to be the one wearing the collar..."

"Deal..."

"You're soooo gonna regret this..."

"Hahhaha... Oh yeah, tough guy... Make me-"

Getting dragged into her pace was my mistake. She had a way of pissing me off. I knew better, but here I was. Tasting the bitter aftertaste of alcohol on her tongue. As hot as it may seem, it was still Emma. I've never ever seen her in that light. Never planned to. Yet suddenly, I'm tongue-deep in her mouth. As much as I hated doing this. I hated losing to her even more. And before you get all riled up. This wasn't some cliche romance story where enemies share a kiss. No. Our hate-filled eyes were constantly fixated on one another, waiting for a moment of weakness. Watching every little reaction. Please. There was not a gentle thing about her. I hate to admit it but the only soft thing here was her tongue. The buzz making it much more difficult to keep my head straight. Slowly, it felt like she was winning. Her short stature now towering over me. My face cupped along her fingertips allowing for a better angle as she indulged in my lips. My hands now trembling around her waist as she devours me. Moan after moan nearly slipping from underneath me. In my bliss, my tongue had reached out to her only to be met with nothing. Having pulled back to look at the mess she's made. A snarky little grin crept onto her face, leaving me embarrassed.

"That's a good look on you... No no keep your tongue out... Dogs should act like dogs, no? Hahaha... Whose the puppy now?"

"Huh? Big talk coming from someone who's blushing... You going to keep stalling, or you going to kiss me?"

"In your dreams... You're going to have to do better than that if you want to- Mmm! H-hey... I'm t-talkin-... You dum-b... mutt... Mmph!"

Impatient? Yes. Needy? Perhaps. But a mutt? Are you fucking kidding me? I'll fucking show you mutt. Taking advantage of our size difference, I quickly pushed her back against the couch's armrest. Pinning her wrists over her as she helplessly flails underneath me. I was pleased to see her struggle in anger. Besides her cussing, it was almost kind of cute. I was met with the same old protests and insults that I've heard a million times before, which got me thinking. She wouldn't be talking so much with my lips pressed against hers. That being said, I placed one soft kiss after another. Little pecks that seem to agitate her even more. Leading her to snap and bite at my advances. Jokingly, I lick along her lips like the dog she claimed I was. Another string of swears fills the room, only to be interrupted yet again. Playfully enveloping her. Sucking roughly on her tongue. Harsh movements reduced to obedience. Hands clutched around the back of my shirt as she melts from her prior tantrum. Without much thought, my hands had made their to her chest. Gently kneading her perky breasts through her shirt and bra. Subtle pleads, leaving me frozen. Tears running down her face as she calls my name.

"L-livvv... T-that hurts..."

"S-shit... Sorry sorry... W-woah uhm... Y-you okay? Oh fuck... C'mon Em... D-don't cry... I... I didn't mean to... I was just- Ow! Fuck! What the hell, man? Why'd you throw me off? I coulda snapped my neck or something..."

"Good! That's for groping me, asshole! Hahaha... Wow... I was right... You do look better underneath me..."

"What the fuck are you talking about? Weren't you just... crying?"

"Please... Is it really my fault you let your guard down? A girl bats her pretty little eyes at you and you flip the script to play hero... C'mon... That's not us, Liv... And don't act so surprised... You started it... After your little stunt, I think I deserve a turn, no? Fight fire with fire? So you're going to lay there and take it... And if you even think about moving... I'll tell everyone you touched me..."

"Y-you are so... fucking... mental... You know that?"

"Says the person who thought it was alright to pin down a girl and grope them..."

"You bitch..."

Can you see what I'm working with? It's no wonder why we fight so much. She's unreasonable. Rude. Psychotic. And taking my pants off. Wait. What? Taking my pants off? There she was, standing over me with my lower half now exposed. I watched closely as she fidgeted with the clasp of her jeans. Revealing her little black boyshorts briefs. Listen. You might be thinking that this bet is going a bit too far, but would you honestly risk being made a fool around campus? Exactly. And from what's happened so far, I'm guessing she was willing to do whatever it takes to beat me. Even if it meant blackmailing me. And honestly, I don't blame her. There being so much on the line, we didn't exactly know what our intentions were once one of lost. The possibilities were scary. She was in full control of the situation with dirt to back it up. If I acted now, I would have lost more than just a dumb bet. It's ironic, really. I told myself I wouldn't take her attitude lying down. But here I am. With my back against the floor. Groaning in pain as she straddles my hard-on. To make matters worse, the thin fabric of her shorts made it feel almost nonexistent. The thought of her slick, wet cunt grinding against me was unbearable. Losing it would be an understatement. This. This was TORTURE.

"Hahahaa... Mmm... Not looking so h-hot, Oliver... Gonna cum? Hm?"

"F-fuck... y-you... Ngh..."

"Hhahaha... You... w-wish..."

With my mind drawing blanks, I was at a loss. Keeping what composure I had left deemed difficult. Her hands pressed firmly against my chest, riding away at my sanity. Though I was nearing my limit, one sensation rang out above the rest: an irritable, smug laugh brought upon by the belief that she had already won. Nothing pissed me off more than arrogance. Having her literally look down on me was a new low. How could she be so unbothered? Grinding on someone she's hated her whole life. Then it clicked. If she was willing to do anything to win, then it was only right to meet her halfway and do the same. Who cares if she ratted me out? She was just as guilty. Just as wrong. Anything to put this little brat in her place. Unaware. My thumb trailed downward beneath her shirt, inching lower and lower until her frantic hips came to a stop. Surprised. That smug smile was gone, leaving her speechless and struggling to find the words to convey her absolute disapproval.

"Hahahah... What's wrong, Em? Is something the matter?"

"Fucker... What do you think you're doing... t-touching me there? A-asshole... S-stop it..."

"Wowwwww... Where are your fucking manners...? You know what? I don't think I will... Let's get things straight... First off, you started it... Not so fun now, huh?"

"What the fuck are you talking about? You started i-"

"Please... Your twisting the story... All I did was kiss you... You had to amp it up and grind against me..."

"I h-hate you... D-die..."

"Hahhaha... Suffer..."

For as long as I've known Emma, she was never the type to back down from a challenge. Be it for better or for worse, she always proved to be annoyingly persistent. Even now, in her current situation, she still had the audacity to move her hips against mine. There, a constant tug of war was at hand. Each party hoping for the other's downfall. In retaliation, I placed small circles around sensitive flesh. Flick. Brush. And grind. Toying with her clit as I pleased. Her enthusiasm dulled by the alternating rhythm. Rocking hips that seem to stutter at every motion causing her to press her wet, needy cunt along the tip of my cock. The sensation overstimulating me in the process. Forcing me to my limit. Even then, we were too stubborn to give up, pushing ourselves even further than we agreed. Fuck. We were far past, just a moan. Every action, eager to make the other cum. Our common sense failing us as we both reached our climax. A jolt of intense pleasure. Followed by a sense of defeat emanating from our breathless moans. The post-nut clarity doing its job as guilt floods my system. I lay there, looking up at Emma, who was barely keeping herself together. Before we had any chance of exchanging words, we were quickly interrupted by the sound of the front door unlocking.

"Em... Oliver... Have you guys seen a black purse around here?"

After hearing Jason's voice at the doorway, we quickly scrambled around to pick up our belongings. It would spell nothing but a disaster if he saw us in such a position. Neither of us would be able to show our face on campus. One quick glance at Emma, and she was on board. Still shaken from all the grinding. Barely able to stand, I picked her up and made a beeline for one of the empty rooms. Shutting ourselves in to avoid any scandal. Jason, who was supposed to be gone for the rest of the night, made his way around the hotel room in search of us. Stopping in front of the exact room we hid in. The knob of the door turning to no success. Panicking. We found ourselves arguing once again. A few hand gestures and angry expressions later, we determined all we could really do was lie.

"J-jason? W-what's up? I thought you left..."

"Oh, there you are... Well... One of those idiots left their apartment key in their purse, and... I can't really leave them outside, can I? Where's Oliver?"

"O-oliver? Uhm... Heeee... went out for a bit... We got into another fight, and he didn't wanna deal with me right now..."

"Hahaha... I am not surprised... Sooo, who won?"

"U-uhm... Me, of course! Hahahaha... You know, Oliver... All talk... No bite... The poor thing...."

"Well shit... Is that right? The others are going to love this... Well, you have fun bossing him around... He's mad now but he always keeps his word... Don't be too mean to him..."

"Y-yeah..."

"Before I forget... Is there like a black purse in there?"

"U-uhmm... N-nope... None that I can see... Just my stuff... Have you checked the living room?"

"Right right... Probably behind the furniture or something... Be right back..."

This bitch. I can't believe she fucking lied. And I mean sure, we were in a pretty compromising situation, but this little lie of hers got me pet duty. If I back out now, everyone's going to call me out. What was I supposed to do? Slave away for an entire week?

"Em! What the fuck was that?"

"Will you lower your fucking voice? He'll hear us... What're bitching about now?"

"What am I... Don't play dumb with me... If I didn't know any better, I think you just threw me under the bus... What the fuck do you mean YOU won?"

"Exactly what I said, duh... YOUUUU came... So you're the loser... LOSER!"

"What?!? We came at the same time, stupid!"

"Nuh uh... You? Make me? Cum? Ha! You're giving yourself too much credit... You could never make me cum-"

"Em? Did you say something?"

"Nothing! I-It's nothing! Sorry! Uhhhhh... My... my... my mom called! H-hahaha she can be kind of a worry wart... But it's fine! Were you... able to find the purse?"

"Ohhhh alright... Yeahhh no... Did you see those guys hanging around anywhere else?"

"Uhhh... They were hanging around the kitchen at one point... Maybe you might wanna check ther- Mm! Aaaa-"

"Em? You good?"

"M-mhm... I-I'm okay... Mmmph..."

"You don't sound okay..."

"I-it's nothing... R-really... M-My s-stoma... Aaa.. chs... just n-not a-agreeing with me r-right now... I'll b-be o-okay... P-promise..."

"Uhm... Okay? I'm gonna go check the kitchen real quick..."

"M-mhm... Y-you do that... Ahahah... Aaa- W-What f-f-fuck are you d-doing?"

It might've been a bit petty of me to mess with her while she was speaking to Jason. But come on, she had it coming. This haughty little princess could never admit a loss. Let alone a tie. So what else is there to do but to fuck with her. I mean "help" her. If she says I didn't make her cum, then the only right thing to do is to lend her a hand. Right? So I did just that. With her preoccupied, I stripped her of her boxers and got to work. To my surprise, she tasted almost sweet. My tongue now lapping over her exposed pussy. Slowly guiding myself over the opening, licking upwards to her clit. Sending shockwaves. Fingers hastingly coiled around my hair, doing her damnedest to yank me off. But to no avail. Her resistance only making it worse causing me to lick her with even more vigor. Emma stood there trembling, her body in shambles yet again as my tongue parted her lips. Leaving her a twitching, nonverbal mess. There a lecherous display of saliva and juices dripping down. As to not waste a single drop, I made sure to pay her thighs as much mind as to any other part of her body. Kissing along it. Still flailing, I pressed my nails deeper into her hips. The walls of her cunt squeezed down as my tongue delved deeper. Shaky breathes that were hard to conceal. The light in her eyes fading into a tempestuous haze. Her hips jerked and pulsed. A gush of heat greeting my tongue before falling to the floor.

"A-Aaa.. Aa.. A... F-f-fuckkk..."

"Hahahahah... Won't you look at that... I can make you cum... What does that make it? Two to one?"

"Livvvvv..."

Emma was ready to swing. Without as much as a second wasted, she had already tackled me to floor. Pushing down on my face and biting at what she could. Like a rabid dog, she was willing to tear limb from limb if it meant paying me back for the embarrassment. Luckily enough, Jason had heard the ruckus and called out to Emma. If it weren't for his intervention, I would have been marked more than I already was.

"Em? Is everything okay? I heard something fall..."

"O-oh y-yeah yeah! J-just dropped my duffle! Any luck on that purse?"

"Ugh... Nope... I tried looking for it on the- Hm? Sorry, give me a bit... Phone call..."

Even if she was pissed, I was surprised to see Emma switching up like that. Keeping such a such straight face even after beating the fuck outta me. But I guess she had her priorities. As I've mentioned, she’d rather drop dead than be seen straddling me. Which was funny. Like I wasn't already decorated in her bite marks.

"Are you fucking serious? Ugh yeah yeah... I'll be there in a minute...

"What was that about?"

"Those drunk idiots... were sitting on the purse the entire time... Anyway... If I leave now I'll still be able to make it home and get some rest before my shift... You going to be okay?"

"Y-yeah... Don't worry about me..."

"Alright... You take care... Oh and... Make sure to check on Oliver... God knows where he is.."

Well, don't you worry, Jason! Because behind door number 1, you'll find me directly under her!

"M-mhm... You guys drive safe..."

There she was. Staring daggers, ready to kill. With Jason out the door, there wasn't a damn thing that could stop her. But if I learned anything from today, it would be that Emma was as much of a sore loser as I was.

"Ohhhh, I'm so scared... What're you going to do? Hit me?"

"Mhm..."

"Fuck-... Hahahah... You punch like pussy... Taste like one too..."

"You're disgusting..."

"Go on, hit me... But this proves it... Youuuu can't even finish what you started..."

"Huh?"

"You heard me... It's still two to one... Whose the loser now? Lose-"

Bam! Emma, throwing another one dead center. My nose bleeding before I could even finish my sentence. With my eyes still recovering, Emma was nowhere to be seen. Not even a blurry figure had replaced her. Just the empty ceiling. In my confusion, my eyes were drawn south to an unfamiliar sensation. Finding the length of my cock was now resting against Emma's soft lips. Her shallow breaths not helping in the slightest. Perpetually hitting the back of cock. In response, an insatiable twitch had begun; begging to be engulfed. Before I could even adjust to the situation, Emma had taken me to the back of her throat. Bobbing her head relentlessly as a form of payback. A tight suction lingered, and all the while, she maintained her eye contact. Never breaking her gaze. Watching closely as I threw my head back from all the pleasure. Encouraging another vicious cycle of mouth fuckery, only ever stopping to catch her breath. Using this chance to regain myself. There I saw a mischievous smile that peeked from behind my member. Her tongue hanging freely over my tip. Drooling atop it as beads of precum leaked over, coating me. Effortlessly overwhelming me once more. This time, caressing my length with short, broad strokes. Her mouth guiding me to my climax. The tip bulging from the side of her cheek. Leaving me to let out such a distasteful groan as I finished.

"Mmmph! Eugh.... Yuck... There... Now... It's two to two... See? Whatever you can do... I can do better... So why don't you just save yourself the embarrassment and give up already?"

"Fuck off... I can do this all day..."

"Okay Captain America..."

It was nothing but a downward spiral. A constant back and forth of petty desperation. Two idiots, too stubborn to give up. Forcibly sinking their teeth wherever they damn pleased. An endless night of lust and violence. Two sides of the same coin. That flipped over and over. No method, being too much. From the bathroom floor to the dining room table. A punch here. A suck there. So much so that you couldn't quite tell if it was a hickey or a bruise. Despite what we've done, no amount of pride meant anything if it meant losing to the other. The only thing that mattered now was winning. There we sat, breathless. Another tie inhibiting our victory, reaching another pointless stalemate. Unsure of what to do, we sat there with one last option festering on our minds. Her eyes fixate on the twitching member pressing against her. Emma, shaking her head at such a ridiculous thought. And believe me, it was ridiculous. If at any point, this would probably be the best time to draw the line. Yet neither party completely objected. Just intoxicated eyes that met nervously in the middle. Anxious and waiting.

"A little late to pussy out now, don't you think? And you call yourself a man..."

"Who said anything about pussy-ing out? I just have some decency..."

"Ha... After what you've done? Don't make me laugh..."

"You're right... But do you really think I would back down and be your dog for a week? We both know we're too stubborn for that... And a little too damn prideful to back down now..."

"Exactly what I was thinking... So what're you waiting for, mutt? It's a little rude to keep a lady waiting... You just gonna sit there, or you gonna fuck me?"

Never would I have imagined that we'd end up in such a situation. It was a bit perplexing to see that feral little ankle biter waiting so patiently along my lap. The situation was tense. My confusion justified. Emma, the pompous annoying brat that I grown used to, wasn't quite there. It was as if she were a completely different person. This girl was curious. Scared even. The complete opposite of how Emma would carry herself. Watching intently as I worked myself into her. Burying my cock deep into her leaky cunt. A hint of pain briefly crossing her face. Forcing her to hide and bite down into my shoulder.

"I-if you even t-think about moving... I-I'm going to k-kill you..."

Seemingly enough, out of all the threats she's made today, I think she was serious this time. And I wasn't going to fuck around and find out. Emma remained still for the first few minutes. Taking but a moment to compose herself. Biding her time as she grew accustomed to the throbbing pain. I had imagined it would have been a bit easier, considering all the foreplay. But no. Even the slightest amount of movement rendered her incapable of keeping her voice. A shrill moan echoed throughout the room as my cock twitched in her warmth. Her pale figure clouded with shades of red, embarrassed to have let out such a sound. Frustrated, she gritted her teeth, steeling herself for the moment. Her hips rigid with motion, still finding it difficult to move. Despite the pain, she pressed forward. Gradually finding her rhythm, fucking me at a pace she deemed fit. It wasn't long before she had begun to enjoy herself. Rocking her hips without a care in the world. A slight hop as she rutted, causing her perky breasts to bounce in the process. Stimulating me even more. Having done so much throughout the night had taken toll on me. Luckily enough, her frantic little hips gave out. Stuttering at every thrust. And though, I was reaching my limit, so was she.

"H-hahah... S-slowing down, Em? Don't tell me you're gonna cum..."

"Y-you first... D-dipshit..."

It was slow. Excruciatingly slow. A full glass of water, ready to tip. One wrong move, and it'd be over. With each of us on the brink, guiding her hips was no simple task. If she were to even buck, the chances of me losing would be inevitable. I couldn't bear another second, watching Emma grind mindlessly against me. Those empty, solemn eyes that wanted nothing more than for me to cum. Seeing her intent, I did everything I could to even the playing field. Keeping her still, I pressed down, sinking her pretty little hips to the base. Squirming as she cockwarmed me. Rubbing her clit, sending shockwave after shockwave. Our brains numbing out from pleasure, forcibly edging each other into insanity. It took everything I had to stop myself. Every instinct telling me to push her down and fuck her senseless. Making her take every last dro-

"L-liv... P-Please... Mmmph... N-no more... I-I need it..."

"E-em?"

Three simple words. Casting away all morality, respect, and pride. Her hands rested neatly around my throat, bracing herself. Giving way to more freedom to move her hips. Emma was losing herself to the pleasure. With tears running down her face. Her climax drawing closer and closer. Paying no mind to my warnings nor savoring the moment. Only chasing the finish that we needed so damn much. Her pussy tightened around my cock. My cum filling her to the brim. A fire pooling deep inside. And before long, Emma had reached her peak. Collapsing atop of me, gasping for every inch of air she could find. Even with my mind abuzz, I still found the strength to caress Emma. Not that I needed to. It just felt right. Running my hands through her hair. Finding the words to say in such an awkward moment.

"Soooooo..."

"Just shut up..."

We laid there the entire night, not speaking a single word. Subtle moans that leaked out from time to time. Adjusting myself, pushing the cum deeper inside her. A few moments relapsing back to our lustful ways. Sharing but another sensual experience. Even as we cleaned, we found ourselves entangled with one another. The hotel phone ringing constantly, to our annoyance. Quickly picking it up, asking for an extension before slamming it back down. Our lips finding it's way back to one another. A day of scandal that we would never ever speak to another soul.

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"Liv... Mind checking this?"

"You might wanna add the data table there... Oh and here's the papers you wanted..."

"Thanks..."

"Okay okay... I get it... I get it... I know it's weird... I'll ask... I'll ask... Jeez... Heyyyy you two.... Uhm... A-are you guys feeling okay?"

"Mhm..."

"Yeah? Why wouldn't we be?"

"Y-yeah... You know... It's just that the team is... worried... Maybe you guys are working too hard... Uhmm... You know what? We're just kinda surprised that you guys aren't punching each other..."

"I-I don't know... I guess we just... don't feel like it?"

"R-right..."

On the car ride home, we agreed to leave it at a tie—or, more accurately, to never speak of it again. And though our dynamic at school has changed a bit. It doesn't quite mean that all our fights have stopped. We still argue on a daily basis, going for each other's throats. But I guess we go about it in a more literal sense, this time around.

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Save a toy, ride a gamer boy

Honey

[starry-bi-sky]

don't you want to be a cult leader? - danyal al ghul au

this is mostly a joke post but i thought it was funny and had to share so--

his first mistake was, obviously, inheriting his father's inability to see an injustice and stand still. -- actually, danyal's first mistake was his lair being so big. a mountainous island with a large temple in the center resembling his old home in Nanda Parbat? With sprawling foliage and rivers and streams and waterfalls galore? What was he going to do with all that space? Let it go to waste? He had plants there! Native trees of the ghost zone growing from the soil! He couldn't let it all be left unchecked!

So naturally after helping a fellow teenage assassin ghost -- who he later learns is named Akihiko, -- from Walker of all people, he sent them over to hang low at his lair until it was safe enough for them to wander around the Zone. Walker couldn't get through Danyal's astrofield if his life depended on it, and trust him -- he's tried. Danny was clearing out debris from his stupid transport vans for weeks.

Honestly it wasn't so bad, he and Aki really quickly became fast friends and Danny loves having a sparring partner close to his level again -- he hasn't had this much fun fighting since he left the League. Aki was very dedicated and levelheaded, the both of them clicked really well because of it.

Nonono, the real trouble began after Danyal met some long-passed League members and allowed them to come join his island as well. Apparently they had made a few enemies of the zone, and maybe Danyal still felt some loyalty to the League. He couldn't just let them be left to rot. Their zealotry could be overlooked so long as they kept it contained and helped him take care of his island.

And it.. snowballs from there? He meets a teen squire aptly calling himself Ambroise -- whether that was his living name or not is yet to be seen -- who died during feudal france, who is just about as dramatic and passionate as every french stereotype makes them out to be. He calls Danyal "my moon and great muse" -- which is both flattering and little uncomfortable, but Danyal's grown up in the League as the Grandson of the Demon Head, he is used to mild worship. he passes it off as nothing more, nothing less. -- and while his energy is overwhelming on the worst of days, he helps Danny draw out of his shell more in ways that Sam and Tucker still struggle with.

Him and Aki butt heads a lot, but the two seem to hold the other in at least some positive regard, so Danny doesn't worry too much about them fighting while he's gone. It only becomes a mild issue when Aki also begins calling Danny "my moon". It's a little sweet, so Danyal brushes it off.

Then he takes in a troupe of ghosts some time after he defeats Pariah Dark and they begin calling him "great one" just as the yetis do in the far frozen. This is where he meets the twins -- a pair of sibling ghosts who call themselves Trixie and Missy (short for Trick and Mislead) -- who aren't quite as passionate as Ambroise but more energetic than Aki. Eventually they also start calling Danyal "my moon" and attach themselves to his hip, even within the living. They like to hide in his shadow and cause trouble for the rest of the students. He makes sure they don't hurt anyone.

He's pretty sure Aki is jealous, same with Ambroise, but he can't be too certain other than the fact that they become much more lingering (re: clingy) whenever he visits the island.. Something he's trying to do much more often these days due to the increasing amount of people living there now. Since when did he become so popular?

Then there's Pēnelópeia from the Greater Athens, who ran away from home and joined his Island after he ran into her while she was being chased by Skulker -- and he's pretty sure the reason was because of her chimeric appearance. Her strange eyes and mismatched wings and lion's tail and talons. She assimilates into his friend group very easily, she gets along well with Ambroise and Trixie and Danny usually finds the three of them climbing the trees to pluck the most fruit from the top. They can fly and he knows it, but they prefer to climb.

Then finally there's silent poet Akkara who comes from ancient mesopotamia, who gets along most with Aki -- which is no surprise there considering their similar personality dispositions. he watches Aki and Danyal fight each other and leaves comments on this or that that he notices. He writes Danyal poems on clay tablets and leaves them by his room.

They're one big mismatched group of outcasts, and Danny's got the other ghosts on his island to tend to, because they're living on his island and he wants to be hospitable even if he struggles with that. But he spends the most of his time with them.

Sam and Tucker are making fun of him. Tucker jokingly tells him 'careful Danny, at this rate you're gonna start a cult'. Danny really wishes he had taken that joke more seriously.

He just. keeps. collecting people. Wayward souls lost in the zone, looking for shelter or refuge from something or other -- whether that be another hostile ghost, or a past afterlife, or just a purpose. Danyal finds them, he takes them in, offers them a place on his island until they are ready to leave. Many seldom do. He's not complaining -- he has the space, and it feels like it's only ever growing.

His close friends, his "inner circle" as he's heard the others call them, keep insistently calling him "my moon". He starts calling them his stars, because then it only feels fair. They're his stars, this is his constellation. It becomes a thing; little star halos begin forming behind their heads, picking them out from the rest. He loves them so much, it's hard to place. Sam and Tucker are also his stars, but they reside in the living realm, they're his tie to Life. Meanwhile, his friends here know what it's like to be dead, and sometimes its nice to relate.

Those living on his island keep calling him "Great One" and he's beginning to notice zealotry in their care for his island. He really, deeply appreciates it. His close friends gain nicknames -- as his stars, it's only natural for him to pick them out from the cluster in the skies. Akihiko, his Sirius and bright star. Trix and Missy, Castor and Pollux, the twins and troublemakers. Ambroise, his zealous Antares and close friend. Penelopeia, chimeric and loyal Vega. And Akkara, his Arcturus and strength.

It's ridiculous how long it takes for him to notice; he is, of course, a deadly trained assassin. He is meant to be observant -- and normally he is! But somehow this becomes a blind spot. One that becomes too big to be dealt with by the time he realizes it.

He should've noticed when Aki, his Sirius, stood beside him one day while Danyal looked over his island and saw the sprawling spirits carrying on about their afterlife and bowing to him as they saw him, and said: "I looked down into the depths when I met you; I couldn't measure it." They aren't one for flowing prose, it took him so off guard he was silent for over a minute before he finally spoke.

Danyal should've recognized devotion for what it is, and yet he didn't. He should've recognized it when Antares began spouting praises about him, crowing about his radiance and resplendence to the heavens. He just brushed it off as Ambroise being Ambroise. He should've recognized it when Trix and Missy nearly broke Dash's leg after he knocked Danyal's books out of his hands, he excused it as them being protective. Of them coming from times where such violence may have been customary -- after all, that's what he used to be like. What he was still like, sometimes, when his emotions nearly got the better of him.

He should've noticed it when the people living on his island followed his word like gospel, looked at him like he hung the stars in the sky. When his friends gifted him a shawl with the moon phases delicately embroidered into it, with silver, shimmering thread and moving stars lovingly stitched into it. Their constellations seen clear as day in the dark fabric. When he found small shrines dedicated to him -- but they lacked any image of him beyond stones carved to look like moons, so he ignored it. When the religious imagery began popping up.

He really, really should've noticed it when a bunch of cultists accidentally summoned Antares, and Antares had turned to him when he arrived and called them heretics. But he was so centered on the fact that they had kidnapped one of his stars, that he hadn't paid much attention to what Ambroise had said.

Sages say that faith is blind, they should also say faith in you is even blinder.

It really only hits him one afternoon while he's sitting in Sam's room studying with Tucker, Missy and Trixie lounging at his feet, Aki sat on his right, Penelopeia braiding his hair, Ambroise draped against him, and Akkara lurking over him. Its one of the rare few times they're all in one room together.

It hits him like a bolt of lightning. He looks up from his textbook. "Oh Ancients," he says in no amounting shock. Everyone looks up to him.

"I've become my grandfather."

[ratatatastic]

oh ellie his fiancée made banana bread before every home game and thats what made him play well....huh well isnt that an interesting tidbit that doesn't remind me of anything at all...

Matthew Cup Day | 7.18.24 (x)

yeah this reminds me of nothing absolutely nothing at all (x)

absolutely nothing at all...

nothing really comes to mind actually...

[theaceace]

imagining a world in which Simon agreed to go with Edwin and try to escape hell, imagining Simon developing an immediate and very inadvisable crush on the cute guy that just threw a grenade at a demon and Edwin's reaction to that, imagining the reaction of Charles Overprotective Rowland when he finds out that the guy Edwin insists on dragging along with them is one of the guys that sacrificed him to a demon in the first place, imagining the Night Nurse's face when three dead boys pop back through the door instead of two