#and i can't even properly put into words how it feels like they're looking inside of my brain

[ohbo-ohno]

cuckolding - simon ‘sells his sperms’ to reader and her bf who’s infertile. they can’t afford ivf so the traditional way it is but just the tip and jerking off into her pussy. that’s what was agreed anyway

simon ends up taking whatever he wants from her because how can we fuck if we aren’t properly aroused sweetheart? let’s do a few rounds to increase the chances eh? she’s so desperate for a baby that she complies. she’s secretly into it even. poor reader’s bf :( watching her make out with this stranger and take his cock in her mouth too

hello beloved. im ghoapifying this. pls forgive me

smth about johnny having kinks that he doesn't want to admit to/doesn't recognize... him subconsciously looking for a way to get those needs met...... it's delicious

thinking about you and johnny deciding you want a kid but after months and months of trying with no results, you're starting to lose a bit of hope. the both of you get your fertility checked, and johnny is pretty crushed to learn that he's shooting blanks. makes your relationship a little rocky for a while tbh bc he becomes kinda obsessed with proving his own virility to himself

when you two eventually decide (through a mix of dirty talk, pillow talk, and very emotional conversations) that you want to try ivf, you realize pretty much immediately after that you don't have the thousands upon thousands of dollars necessary just lying around. it's johnny who consoles you when you realize you won't be able to afford the treatment, and it's johnny who decides that he's going to fix the problem himself

(ghost is looking for odd jobs when he spots the listing on craigslist. smth so terribly worded that he almost thinks it's a joke, at first. there's not a single comma used properly, it seems like every other word is misspelled, but the earnestness is clear through the screen. the request was posted five minutes ago, and ghost is the eighth comment - a quick glance at the other accounts shows him that he's the youngest by at least a decade)

soap and ghost message, for a while. soap is pushy as hell, asks for pictures of ghost's face and gets a few of his cock instead. says he's not sure if ghost is the right pick, since he looks nothing like johnny, but keeps messaging him anyway. simon is pushy as hell, asks everyday when they're gonna meet up, gets pissy when johnny keeps pushing it off

(soap sends pictures of you sometimes. they start out innocent enough, pictures of your face from your instagram or your side profile when you won't catch him with his phone up. johnny finds it easy to ignore the guilt he feels when ghost says send me one of what i'll be fucking and johnny does, sends a picture of you fucked out and face down that you had no idea existed. you're limp, slick and come dripping from your hole, and johnny can't help the way he gets hard when ghost's only response is one without your useless spunk inside her. she won't have to put up with it much longer)

when you finally meet ghost, you're unaware of all of this, of course. johnny had just told you he wanted you to meet a friend of his from work, and you'd been excited to go out for a night on the town with him. you'd found simon off-putting, to be honest, but he'd already said he'd be picking up the tab, so you just indulge in a few more shots than you normally would and stay cuddled close to johnny most of the night.

johnny only tells you the real reason he introduced you two when ghost says 'm steppin out for a cigarette, i'll pull the car around for you two and lumbers off, lighter already out.

ye still want a bairn, right? johnny had said, eyes bright as he wrapped his arms around you, kept you pressed close to him. simon can give one to you, to us. he's not even gonna charge us, bonnie, how great is tha'? you'd gaped at him a little, and he'd interpreted your expression as fear. hush, naw, don't worry, lass, i'll be there the whole time. promise i won't let him hurt you, yeah? we can even hold hands, alright?

the time between you sitting in a booth with your legs thrown over your boyfriend's lap and your back flat on your bed is a blur in your mind

simon is heavy over you, both of your wrists held in one of his hands as he ruts against you. you're drunk enough that you can't focus on much but the heat between your thighs and the long kiss simon has kept you locked in. he strips you easily, forcing you high up on the bed so you can rest in the pillows, forcing your legs around his hips so he can pin you

it's only when he pulls back to undo his belt and strip himself that you finally remember johnny is in the room too.

he's bent over the edge of the bed, hardly two feet away, and you can hear the sound slick sound of him fisting his cock, can feel the way the bed shakes just a bit as he fucks his own hand. you sort of whine, reaching out for him, soothed when his free hand links with yours, his own eyes a little wet like they always are when he gets so hard that his thoughts melt away

"eyes here," ghost grunts, big hand covering one half of your face as he forces your gaze away from your boyfriend and back to him. "you don't need to look at him. he's not the one gettin you knocked up, is he?"

you and johnny moan in tandem for that, and your eyes are wide as saucers when you finally look down at the battering ram between ghost's thighs, the ruddy tip of him leaking as he strokes himself.

"you're too big," you manage to gasp, squirming back.

ghost makes a sound somewhere between a scoff and a laugh, lining himself up with your drippy hole and pushing in without warning. you nearly squeal at the stretch, digging your nails into his shoulders and pushing against his thighs with the heels of your feet. your squirming doesn't stop him, and he doesn't give you even a second to adjust as he uses his weight to sink himself to the hilt inside of you

he makes you look in the eye while he fucks you. and he talks a lot - he says more while he's inside you than he did your entire evening in the bar earlier

you feel good, huh? this the first time you ever had a real man fuck you? yeah, the brat humpin' the bed isn't enough for you. bet you always felt empty when he fucked you, but he didn't even need to stretch you out before rutting here. a hand rubbing your clit, making you nearly scream from the added pleasure as he fucks you so hard that the headboards slamming against the wall. bet my seed'll take first try he grunts into your ear, and you hear johnny moan from your left. might even give you more than one, huh? have you fat and round with my babies, make him watch you grow and take care of you, if he can even manage that.

when simon finally comes, he fills you up more than johnny ever had. makes you wait to come until he does first, too, tells you that he googled it while pinching and twisting your clit until you burst beneath him, your cunt squeezing his soft cock as your eyes roll back in your head

(johnny cuddles you, after. he tries to fuck you but ghost won't let him, holds him back by the hips and squeezes his balls until he goes soft, spits i don't want your spunk fucking with mine. you gonna waste my time like that? thought you wanted me to fuck your girl pregnant? were you lying, johnny, or you just so fuckin' desperate that you'll break our deal? and johnny whines and cries but listens, holding you close and pressing his cock against your folds but never inside of you)

((ghost doesn't leave the next morning. doesn't leave the next week, actually. he fucks you every day, even when you insist that you're not ovulating anymore, that he doesn't have to keep trying to get you pregnant. the first time he eventually lets johnny fuck you again, he holds him by the hips and stuffs a few fingers inside you along johnny's cock, says she got used to me, johnny, we'll have to give her a little extra if you want her to let you fuck her again and laughs when johnny whines.))

(((he doesn't even leave when you take your first pregnancy test and get positive results. he rubs your back as johnny scoops you up off the ground, rumbles his own quiet congratulations. a few days later you try to hint that he can leave now, that you and johnny don't need him anymore. he doesn't listen, but that's okay, because you can't quite imagine what you would do if he did leave, how you and johnny would function without his rock steadiness - you're relationship had been a rollercoaster before simon, insane highs and terrible lows, all smoothed out when ghost came into the picture and started playing referee for the two of you)))

((((when you're eight months pregnant, you lounge in a rocking chair as johnny rubs your feet and simon builds a crib.))))

[demonsword586]

Tartaros pp headcanons! (Just the nobles)

Bimet

- I imagine he is one of the few normal sized pp owners amongst devils. (Still,they are naturally larger than humans,so normal for a devil is still pretty impressive for a human.)

-Anyway I belive he is around 15 cm in lenght .

-You see the charm about this man's shlong is not in size like most people think but in it's shape.

- You see his tip is sharp. This man is a whore. With enough money,you could probably buy a night with him. And as a proper gold digger....he needs a sharp tool for the job.

-You ever saw the part of a flute in which you blow? Yea that's his tip

-Not only is his tip pointy but somewhere in the middle of his shaft he has tiny bumps. They're small and there's not a lot of them...but just enough for you to feel it when he ravages your insides.

-He thought about dipping his pp in gold like he does to his feet but immediatelly stopped after the first try. Mostly because the gold was dropping down way too quickly because of the higher temperature.

-He settled on just wearing a few thin golden cock rings. Also has a simple prince albert piercing

-From all the gold in the air,I woudn't be suprised if he eats it too. After a few years of chewing on metal,his cum got a certain yellowish color to it.

-I do think he cums a lot tho and it's watery...very watery.

-He keeps himself groomed most of the time. If you're serving the richest man in hell as his right hand,you gotta keep a certain level of proper hygene and looks to match.

- Also yes his pp does smell like pennies.

Valefor

- I think he's pretty similar to Mammon. He already works hard to have a body like his. I woudn't be suprised if that applies to his dick as well.

-As you can imagine....big. Not as big as Mammon's meat srick but very similar. Thick,long and hard as a brick. He should register is as a lethal weapon. In and put of the bedroom.

-At least he is aware of his own size,comparred to some other careless nobles. He knows he could actually hurt you and does everything in his might to prevent that,even if it means sacrificing his own pleasure for yours.

-Speaking of pleasure and cumming,he's another one of those breeding bulls. His cum is a bit thick but actually tastes pretty good. The most similar thing to it is a lemon tart.

-Back to his cock. It's a bit more normal whrn it comes to the shape. It's the kind of a penis that is pretty to look at but also scares you with just how big it is. In other words,a teddy bear kind of pp.

-He keeps his pubic hair growing. Of course,he does shave it off every once in awhile. But only when it gets so unruly it iches. But every other time? He just let's it grow. He just doesn't pay too much attention to his hair when he has to put so much work into growing out his muscles.

-But somehow has one of the healthiest hygene routines? Has like 12 diffrent products,all for a specific thing on his body. He's a good boy who takes care of himself properly.

-He does work out a lot tho,so he can't always be smelling like sunshines and manly chemicals. Even after many showers,there is still a small sprinkle of the sweaty smell on him. He is trying to get rid of it since he knows humans are a bit more sensitive about bad smells compared to devils

Eligos

- Small...the smallest penis owner in Tartaros nobility and he is damn proud of it!!!

-He's actually really happy with his size since smaller pps are way cuter than those muscular-looking dicks. It gives him a very cute bulge too!

- It's size is 11 cm.

- Some of his coworkers suggested he starts wearing some more gold but he refuses. After all,ribbons are way cuter than gold and very flexible in their usage too! He can wrap them everywhere even on his dick.

-Has a collection of diffrent types of ribbon fabric,each for a specific part on his body. There is so many pretty fabrics after all but not every one fits more intimate areas. For down there he uses a very soft,silk ribbon.

- Has a very good hygene too. Probably owns a whole cabinet of showering items. My man knows his stuff. He follows Orias's social media and they even give each other beauty tips in DMs. Paimon joins in on some conversations as well.

- Anyway back to his pp! We already got out of the way that it's small. Well it's also really sensitive! Especially on the underside of his shaft and the point where his tip is the sharpest. If you rub or touch him there,he becomes quite vocal. I don't mean those little whimpers but full on moans. When Mammon first heard him,he had to ask later if he was okay and if he needed a headpat. Poor man probably thought Eligos hit his balls or something.

-Speaking of balls,his are pretty small and round. His ballsack is a bit tight which makes his balls appear very adorable,like little marbles. They fit perfectlly in your palm too! Ah,but don't squeeze them,he'll push you away and cover them for a few weeks if he sees you.

-Man waxes. You see those shiny thighs? Yea he wants all of his assets to be like that. Smooth like an infant. He actually does the whole process by himself. Unless there is a place he cannot reach *cough* his ass *cough*

-Overall,a very cute little thing and slightly squishy. The color of it is just as his skin with his tip being a paler pink.

[lollixp0p]

Valentine's lovin' (18+)

Pairing: Bf!Jung Wooyoung x afab!reader

Genre: Romance, fluffy, smut (MNDI)

Word count: Just over 3k!!

Warnings: Idol!au, established relationship, sub!Wooyoung (subtle though), nipple play (m rec.), hair pulling (m rec.), cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!!!), riding, creampie, (reader gets called my love, baby and other variations of it, Wooyoung gets called kitty, good boy)

Summary: It's your first Valentine's day as a couple and Wooyoung decides to take you on the best date of your life, so of course you have to reward him for his efforts ;)

Note: Happy Valentine's day everyone!! It's lovely Wooyoung time, I hope everyone who reads this enjoys (ignore any errors, I'm too lazy to check for them properly right now) :) Please comment, reblog etc. and give me feedback so I know if you liked it!🙏

Please do not under any circumstance copy, translate, or repost my works!

The entire week up to today Wooyoung had been a stressed mess, wanting to make sure everything was in order for your special date. Why special, you may ask? Well because it was Valentine's day and he'd wanted everything to be as perfect as possible.

He'd made sure to move every practice or other schedule from that day to a different one, although their managers had not been very pleased about the information.

He had to nag Hongjoong and Jongho to be out of their dorm by seven pm at the latest, so you two could relax after the date with an amateur spa session and then watch your favorite movies until the two of you fell asleep cuddled on his bed. They'd finally agreed on the promise of free dinner paid by him the next day (much to Wooyoungs dismay).

Even though he had been all over the place on the days before it, the actual date was far more magical you could have ever imagined.

Wooyoung showed up to the door of your apartment in a fancy black suit holding a large bouquet of red roses, to signify his undying love and passion for you.

Although the lower half of his face was covered by a black face mask he looked so incredibly handsome you just wanted to drag him straight to your room and skip the entire date.

"Happy Valentine's day my love, I hope you're ready for the most romantic day of your life! These are for you, the most gorgeous person I've ever had the pleasure of seeing", Wooyoung says, pulling his mask down and grinning at you. He hands you the gorgeous bouquet and waits by the door as you go inside to put them in a vase.

"Thank you Wooyoungie... they're so beautiful", you smile at him bashfully. No matter how long it's been he still manages to make your stomach fill with butterflies and twist and turn in the most wonderful ways. The months you've been together have truly been the happiest of your life and you really can't wait to see what he has in store for you for your first Valentine's together.

Wooyoung tucks a strand of hair behind your ear and leaves his hand on your cheek, caressing it softly. He leans in until your noses are touching, but holds still until you try to look away in shyness at his intense gaze.

Chuckling to himself and muttering a 'silly baby' under his breath, he turns your face towards him and finally closes the gap between you, kissing you passionately. Once he breaks off the kiss you're left breathless and dazed... 'What a little brat...' you think, but he's yours so you don't mind him teasing you like this.

He offers you his arm and after making sure you have everything you need with you, you finally grab it, close the door and he leads you to the company car driving you two to the expensive looking barbeque restaurant he'd booked a private room from.

During the entire ride Wooyoung couldn't stop gushing about how gorgeous you looked and you couldn't help but feel flattered that someone whose looks rivaled that of the suns could see such wonder in you.

When you'd gotten close enough to the restaurant Wooyoung put his mask and baseball cap on to hide his identity, slightly ruining his perfectly placed hair. 'The unfortunate realities of going on dates with an idol', you think to yourself, but ultimately understand it being for both of your safety and privacy.

After checking in at the front desk a waiter leads you to your private room and Wooyoung finally takes both the cap and mask fully off.

He fluffs his hair and helps you take your jacket off as you stare at him in wonder, itching to touch the perfectly fallen curls of his hair.

"Thank you Youngie", you smile up at him. He places the coat on the rack next to the door and pauses for a moment, looking you up and down and smiles back at you. You can hear your heartbeat in your ears, feeling flustered at how taken he is by you.

"You're welcome pretty baby... I didn't realise you still had the jacket I lent you a month ago, I've been wondering where it went", he chuckles to you while pulling your chair back and pushing it closer to the desk once you're seated.

The restaurant staff had obviously known of your arrival beforehand, and made the room ready for use in advance. He sits down as a different waiter arrives and listens to them explain the menu. The both of you decide to split a slightly bigger meal so you wouldn't be too full by the time you got to the dorms.

Wooyoung had picked an incredible place to eat, as the food had looked mouthwatering the moment it arrived in the room, even if the meat had been raw at that point. His cooking skills had really shined through and you suspect that had been a part of the reason he wanted to take you there, fishing for compliments as he grills the meat for both of you.

While eating you exchanged about a thousand kisses with each other, even as you whined at him to stop so you could chew your food. Though he did make up for it by feeding you with his chopsticks and making sure you drank enough in between, smiling endearingly at you as he wipes any stray sauce off your cheeks, kissing them after.

The conversation was flowing so naturally that at times you'd completely forget to eat or sip the wine you had, due to your excitement and interest in the things you were talking about, making his show of affection very helpful even.

Once you had finally finished you'd put away any trash you managed to make and set your cutlery nicely on the table, to make the waiters job easier. Wooyoung got himself ready to leave and then handed you your jacket. He made sure to let the company staff driving your ride know the car could be driven to the front.

The two of you left after thanking the restaurant staff and once outside Wooyoung opened the door for you to get into the car before him.

You found yourself flustered by how he had upped his charm to what must be a thousand percent for this special day. It was clear this day was very important to him, wanting to impress you so.

In the car Wooyoung kept leaving sweet pecks to your cheeks and lips, telling you how much he loved you. It was obvious the shared wine had gotten him a bit buzzed but you could tell he wasn't drunk, just in that stage where he wanted to kiss you until you both were one, entangled in each others love.

Sitting on the right of you, little by little, his right hand drifts down to your thighs, until he's gripping the inner thigh of your right leg. Moving it towards him slowly, he slightly spreads your legs. Though to your relief (and dissapointment) that's all he does.

By now you know him well enough to know that normally he'd be cheeky enough to try finger you in the backseat, but you're glad he knows better right now. Wooyoung must realise that if he keeps his hands to himself, you'll rock his world as a thanks for the best date you'd ever had together yet.

Despite being a little brat that needs to be put in his place every once in a while, you know there's nothing Wooyoung loves more than getting taken care of and pampered, being controlled.

The car coming to a stop is what gets him to stop drowning you in kisses and he gathers himself, taking his hand off your thigh and winking at you. 'God he looks delicious', you find yourself thinking as he's fixing his hair. You have to remind yourself there's someone else in the car with you so you don't take him right here.

Wooyoung opens the door and gets out, then helps you out of the car by holding your hand. After thanking the driver and telling him to have a great night, the car drives off.

He takes off the mask again and shoves it into his pocket, grinning at you when he notices your intense staring. Even if it's meant to be teasing his smile truly is the most beautiful thing you've ever seen.

The two of you walk up to the front door of the dorm he shares with the leader and the maknae of his group. After the move that divided the eight of them into three separate places, meeting him at the dorm had become a lot less stressful.

Before there was no privacy at all and the rest of the men would tease Wooyoung any chance they'd get. Sure, it was out of love for him but the amount of times one of the seven had walked in on a makeout session was starting to become ridiculous.

Wooyoung pulls out his keys and as he tries to get the dorm key in the lock, the focused look on his face makes you snap and finally jump him. He manages to get the door open just as you turn his head towards you and slot your mouths together. He lets out surprised gasp at your enthusiasm and you use the opportunity to shove your tongue into his mouth.

The two of you stumble into the dark apartment with your lips locked. You kiss him harder and he whimpers, loving the feel of you on him. Wooyoung has his hands holding tightly onto your hips and eyes shut in pleasure but despite that he still manages to turn the lights on in the hallway, very telling of how often you've done this together.

You tap him lightly on the shoulder and he gets your signal, your minds and bodies dancing in harmony, something that makes your heart feel warm and fuzzy. He removes your jacket while you take off his and start unbuttoning the shirt underneath. Leaving everything extra at the front door the two of you run to his room hand in hand giggling to each other with lovesick eyes.

Fuck it, the spa session and movies can wait until later.

He opens the bedroom door, pushes you in and closes it behind you both. Crowding him in against the door you continue making out. You run your hands through his silky hair, tug on it and Wooyoung lets out a pathetic whimper, grinding his already hardening dick against your leg. You push his open shirt off his shoulders and let it fall to the ground.

"Hey... no fair, you have to take yours off too!", he breaks the kiss to pout at you.

"Oh, I'm sorry Youngie... I thought I was in control here? When did you get so demanding, huh?"

He stays quiet and looks down, you can almost see the conflict in his eyes. Should he keep teasing you and risk a punishment or listen like a good boy and get his reward for being such an incredibly thoughtful and sweet boyfriend today?

"Well? How's it gonna be little kitty, are you gonna be good and listen to me?"

He looks up at you through the hair covering his beautiful brown eyes, "... Yeah... yes please, baby," Wooyoung whispers, "I'll- I'll listen- I want you, please."

"Mmm, my good boy, thank you...", you coo at him and kiss him on the cheek. "I'll take such good care of you Woo." His whole face down to his neck flushes red in excitement and arousal. He's so greedy for praise and compliments...

"Take off your clothes and get on the bed for me, won't you kitty?", you tilt his face towards you and he shivers, nodding. He does as told and situates himself in the middle of the bed, looking at you while you stand at the foot of the bed. Slowly you take your clothes off and his eyes widen.

Taking in the sexy red lingerie, barely covering anything, he gulps and grips the knees of his pants, "A-ah shit, what the fuck... You're so sexy...", his face scrunches, shuddering breaths leaving his mouth. You giggle at his obvious arousal, cupping your tits in your hands and groping them. His hands twitch, like he's itching to move them to his very noticeable erection.

"Thank you, sweet kitty. I thought I'd give you a nice little surprise today...", your hands run lower on your body and to the back, leaving them on your ass.

Turning around, you bend over to show off exactly what he wants to see. "Would you like your treat now?", you ask as you run your other hand lower towards your already eager pussy. He takes in a breath through his gritted teeth and watches you stand up straight to take off the bra top of the red set. You get on the bed and he turns towards you as you do, never taking his eyes off of you.

"Come get your treat then kitty", you spread your legs as he crashes down on the mattress, panting like a dog in heat. Not waiting another second he brings his hands down to your hips to take off the remaining piece of clothing.

Wooyoung lowers his mouth to your dripping cunt, moaning in delight at finally getting a taste of you. He pushes his tongue in your hole and thrusts it in and out for a bit gathering your wetness on his tongue.

Him moaning into your pussy makes your legs shake and do your best to keep them from shutting around his face. Seeing you you so lost in the feeling of his talented tongue makes him grind his crotch against the mattress, losing himself in the feeling and taste of you on his mouth. He lifts his face for a moment to take a breath.

"I love you so much... my baby, fuck... You taste so good", he buries his face between your legs again, gripping tightly onto your thighs to keep you as close as possible. Lapping at your clit, he groans in satisfaction.

"F-fuck Youngie... You're so g- so good for me", you gather the hair on the back of his head into your hands and guide him even closer to your wet heat, so that he's buried nose deep in you.

The pressure makes him groan into you and the vibrations of his voice in turn make your legs twitch shut around his head for a moment.

"Shit! My good... fuck, good boy! Doing so well for me kitty", your voice shudders, hands gripping his hair harder.

Soon you find yourself craving something more. "Ah, fingers too kitty...", you tell him, desperately needing any part of him in you, craving to be closer to him in any way possible. And just like the good boy he can, he listens to your command immediately.

Going straight for two to properly stretch you for his cock, he pushes them in and scissors them, sucking on your clit at the same time.

He continues to play with your pussy and it doesn't take you long to get close from his skilled hands. In just a couple more moves of his fingers your pussy throbs and you come around them, making you moan his name loudly in pleasure.

You don't wait long to come down, instead you sit up and push him down by his chest and straddle him, running your hands over his smooth skin.

"Wooyoungie... Let me take care of you ok? You'll let me, right?", you coo at him sweetly, seeing his eyes cloud over in ecstasy as your fingers find his sensitive brown nipples.

"Haa- ah! Yeah yeah, please, hah!", he thrashes his head from side to side on the pillow, eyes squeezing shut in pleasure. You grind your wet pussy against his hard cock and his whole body jolts under you. He lets out a long wound out moan at the promise of getting to be inside you soon. Finally you take him in your hand, position him under you and start lowering yourself on his dick.

His head tilts back as he groans at the feel of you around him, hands immediately flying to your hips to hold onto anything, as you don't wait to start moving on him. He bucks his hips up towards you and you decide to let him, for the sake of Valentine's day.

You put your hands on the sides of his head and lower your face to his, kissing him with fervour as you keep moving your bodies in tandem.

You move your other hand to his hair again and tug on it, making him whimper. He lets go of your kiss to bare his neck to you and you move your mouth to it to mark him to your liking. Already feeling close after your first orgasm it doesn't take very long to feel it building up again and seeing how Wooyoung can barely contain himself it's obvious he's not that far off either.

"You- ah, you gonna come ki-itty? For me yeah??", you lick along his collar bone and tug hard on his hair.

All that he can let out is a silent scream as he throws his head back further and comes in you, mouthing out something along the lines of 'please, yes, yes god, please!!'.

Seeing his brain shut off in pleasure makes you come around him as well and you stop bouncing on his cock, letting him stay in you as you both come down for your highs together, feeling his cum in you.

"Happy Valentine's my good boy, I love you so much", you kiss him on the lips even if he's barely able to reciprocate, running his hands along your back to ground himself.

You decide to rest with him a bit, not having enough energy to get yourselves clean just yet. For now, you just want to feel him close to you.

Your sweet, caring, thoughtful boyfriend.

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[wh0refornikolailantsov]

Prompt: “I might have had a few shots.”

For Jesper x Reader please!!

Bottom Of The Barrel, And The Bottle - Jesper Fahey

Content Warnings: Alcohol. Drunk Jesper. Suggestive Content. Angst. Not Beta/Proof Read.

You can tell Jesper has had far too much to drink before he even opens his mouth, the lopsided grin as he leans in the doorway is a dead give away, that and you know how bad the last few days have been for him. You're almost impressed that he took it to the tavern and not to the tables, but even as the lesser of two evils, it's still evil.

Jesper has a tendency to collect bad habits and coping mechanisms like they're a rare art form, and with that in mind you have a pretty well formed idea of what he is doing at your doorstep.

"Have I told you lately that you’re completely gorgeous?" he leaves spaces between the last three words, expanding his hands in front of his chest for emphasis, and that's the last piece of evidence you need as to why he is here.

"Go home Jesper," you tell him. He frowns. You turn to look at him properly, his buttons of his shirt are undone lower than he would usually have them, which tells you how he has been fiddling with them as he drinks, and he keeps pushing the sides of his jacket back behind him, attempting to rest his hands on his hips, but forgetting what he is doing almost instantly. "You are drunk."

“I might have had a few shots.” His admission is matched with a waving dismissal as he steps inside and closes the door behind him.

"Jesper," you warn him, extending his name in a harsh tone.

"Come on, can't say you're not happy to see me," he says.

"I am always happy to see you," you tell him, "I just prefer it when you haven't drunk the entire barrel."

"I have had a few shots," he defends. "I still could hit any target."

"That says nothing of your sobriety," you inform him. He looks at you, sat at your desk, you've shed some of the clothing from work earlier, enough to make you look less official, less put together, but not enough that you're not presentable in that, tired, shirt half tucked into trousers, top button undone, hair slightly messy from the stress type of way. Jesper doesn't have a day where it doesn't occur to him just how good you look, but he isn't sure he remembers a time you've looked quite this good. In an attempt to tell you that, you just roll your eyes at him. "It's the alcohol," you tell him. "You see this pretty face perfectly often enough to know that."

"Your perfect face is the least beautiful thing about you," he says, and if he weren't so drunk, you might think that was quite a compliment.

"Do you need me to walk you home?" you're teasing him, but the offer has hints of sincerity.

"You want to take me home?" he asks, all flirt and no attention to the atmosphere of the room. Normally you revel in Jesper's flirting, you take comfort in it, it fills you with butterflies and makes you smile so much your cheeks hurt. But you hate this. This makes you feel on edge. He is drunk, and you know Jesper can say a lot of things he doesn't mean when he is halfway down a bottle, you've seen an argument or two he has had with Kaz this way, and they were never pretty. "In that outfit you could have anyone you want," he says, without even giving his mind a chance to vet the words.

You reach for a jacket. "Okay, enough, that's it, I am taking you back to the slat, and you're going to be someone else's problem," you say, you don't mean it exactly, but the flirting with you when he is like this is almost painful. Jesper is an endless flirt, flirting is more natural to him than breathing, but normally it's easy to take it in stride. It's something he does, with everyone. You don't take it personally, or at least you tell yourself you don't. Your own feelings for Jesper are complicated enough without having to think about them too hard.

"You like me being your problem," he counters. You do, but not in the way he is suggesting, you like that he comes to you. You like that he reaches for you because it means that he knows the reality of your care for him, which is rare to express and even rarer to believe in the barrel. What you don't like is that he is here, on your doorstep, drunk and stirring up a whole bunch of feelings you have but don't have time for. "You belong with me," your hand stills just above the handle of your door, not really able to process anything as you hear those words, "or even under me. consensually, of course," Jesper says, "or on top of me if you'd rather." The illusion shatters with that and you remember to breathe.

"Jesper," you open your door and grab his arm, "for all your smooth talk, you've never learned when to stop."

You get him almost to the door of the slat before he pushes your buttons again, grabbing your wrist, pulling you in close with a smirk. "You really want to ship me off?" he asks. You look into those eyes and you feel fit to combust, how can he not understand how unfair this is on you?

"Jesper, stop," two simple words but said with such affront that Jesper feels sobered up by the resent.

"Hey gorgeous," he says, his voice sounding more like his again, "I am sorry if I have upset you."

"You haven't," you drag in a breath, not having it in you to make the sharpshooter understand, "look just, you're drunk and you're saying things, and I... I wish you weren't."

Regret, that's the look you notice on Jesper's face, one you recognise well, and he doesn't know how to hide it, alcohol still running all his inhibitions down, he has no clue what to say to make this better, he doesn't know how to apologise or exactly what he is apologising for, but he knows he needs to. "I'm sorry," he says slowly.

You take a step away from him, leaning to knock on the door, not doubting that Inej has probably already heard you in the commotion but wanting to be sure someone is there to take Jesper inside before you leave, he watches your movements in silence. "I don't want your apologies Jes," you say, as the door opens. "I just wish you were sober."

[johnslittlespoon]

i was so excited to listen to glass animal's new song 'creatures in heaven' today and instead my heart has been ripped out because it's so awfully painfully fitting for our mota boys (i'm currently making an angsty heartache–y edit to it lol whoops) BUCKLE UP because i need to yell (and keep scrolling if lyric analysis/song fics aren't your thing <3)

also tumblr keeps screwing with the formatting ignore that pls lol

What do you think about when you think about love? I'm dumbstruck when you're tender, but It's three in the morning, be in the moment It tears through my head, does it haunt you too?

i mean, the imagery. pillow talk, sneaking off base before dawn, vulnerability and raw honesty laying side by side in a field, looking up at the stars and wondering which ones are the people they've lost looking down at them, every peaceful, happy moment laced with the knowledge that so many friends will never get to have another one.

You held me like my mother made me just for you You held me so close that I broke in two

fuck my life. dave bayley count your days. these lines are just so viscerally painful and stunning? john feeling like every core of his being was made to fit gale, like puzzle pieces slotting together, the gaps in his life filled the moment gale enters his orbit. both of them never having experienced being treated so gently and with so much reverence, feeling taken apart and put back together in each other's arms.

You pass through my head, does it haunt you too? Never really said that I loved you, too

heavy on the angst here because this reads like post–war john pov, filled with regrets but plastering on a smile as he watches gale marry someone who isn't him, aching to tell him how he feels but knowing it will only make a mess of things. and more than anything, he wants gale to be happy, and if that means staying quiet and loving him at arm's length, he can do that. but late at night he can't help but wonder if gale ever thinks about what could've been, if all the moments they shared haunt him too.

Lucky, lucky you, 'cause I'm fortune's fool Such small words but they hit so huge

this reminded me of gale's father and his gambling and how despite everything he falls in love with john, a gambling man. such small words (don't count on it) but they mean everything :(

I don't think I realize Just how much I miss you sometimes We were young and so in love

this hurts on SO MANY LEVELS. i immediately read this as curtbucky– john never gets time to grieve, everyone just has to keep trucking on. but sometimes late at night it hits him so hard he feels like he's drowning, realizing how empty of a space curt's left, how much he truly loved him, the first person to make him feel that way.

but also can be read as buckbucky, both of them properly feeling the emptiness of not being by each other's sides for the first time before they reunite at the stalag, maybe both having a feelings–realization moment when they're hit with how wrong everything feels when they're apart.

or, post–war, john aching for gale and wishing on everything that he can just fall out of love. he knew that it would be hard, going back home and going their separate ways, even with the promise to stay in contact, but it's so much harder than he ever could have imagined.

Three in the morning, safe inside Bury me here in your laundry pile

ouch ouch ouch. a few images: john seeking out one of gale's worn shirts after his plane goes down, falling asleep with it pressed to his chest in his bed. or john stealing one of gale's shirts before they all go back home post–war, shoving it to the bottom of his suitcase, sleeping with it every night despite the way his stomach turns, feeling hollowed out as the smell of him slowly fades away. or, john staying at gale and marge's house for the wedding, having a breakdown the night after, finding himself on the floor of their laundry room at three am, curling up in a pile of dirty laundry just to feel close to gale one last time before he goes home in the morning.

I don't see the point in a subtle romance Ten tonne heartache sitting on your back

john is so all or nothing with love; when he's in, he's in, barrelling full speed ahead, giving it all up for his person. maybe the secrecy when they first start seeing each other is okay at first, little midnight rendezvous, but he craves more, he wants a future with gale so badly, he wants a house and a wedding and kids and a dog and sitting side by side on a porch at eighty years old. but he knows that gale is giving him all that he can right now, and it's better than nothing, so even though he wants so much more, he'll settle.

Scared of the crack where the light comes through I'm only really me when I'm here with you

ughhh both of them being so scared to be really seen by someone that it's terrifying how quickly they grow close. that nauseating feeling you get right after opening up to someone for the first time, the feeling of holding your breath waiting for rejection– but it never comes. they accept each other with open arms and patience and unconditional love and they show each other what it's like to be able to be so fully unapologetically real with someone for the first time. a shell of themselves when they aren't together, like they're missing one half, and it's so obvious that everyone around can see it. they share the same name for a reason.

And it gets into your head like a cosmic zoom Coat on the door like an old space suit So long cowboy, you're so cool Cash in hand with a memory of you

okay, ngl this just made me think of john ditching his coat that gale hates– even in the heat of going up on a mission, it's still in his head, enough to go through the motion of swapping it out. so long cowboy just sounds like something sweet he and curt would've said to each other honestly; thinking about john saying it again when he looks up at the stars the night he finds out curt didn't make it.

cash in hand with a memory of you? come onnn it's literally the lucky deuce. may as well have just slapped that bit of the song behind the scene of gale going through his belongings when he makes it back to base, picking up the cash and thinking about his man. </3

–anyway! apologies for the word–vomit, sometimes i just get a song wedged into the front of my skull and i am paralyzed from doing anything else until i get my thoughts out about it. and it's truly such a gorgeous song, 10/10 recommend if you feel like crying, been listening to these guys for a decade now and they never disappoint.

literally gonna agonize over making an edit for this for hours to get the vision just right and would not be surprised if i end up writing a oneshot inspired by it lol i adore every song they've put out but this one just gripped me so strongly the moment i pulled up the lyrics with how perfectly it slotted into the mota–verse. <33

[alexjcrowley]

I am sorry but I need to say a couple of things about Brad Bakshi, even though I haven't finished season 3 yet. I am not attacking anyone's characterization, let your headcanons and interpretations thrive, but I want to share my take because sometimes it's like I watched a different show.

I either find takes that are "Brad is a lovey-dovey tsundere" or "Brad is a fuckboy, no attachment, he doesn't do feelings". And man, I do not agree with either. It's something in the middle for me.

First of all, Brad is way more caring than some people give him credit for and I will prove it.

He may be an asshole, but he is completely self-aware of it. Poppy, Ian, even David think they're good people, even whan they do or say very questionable things, Brad knows he is being a bastard. He never hides it, never tries to put up an "holier than thou" act, never tries to make people believe he is a good guy. He doesn't try hiding that is an asshole because deliberately acts like one. He wants to be seen as an asshole. He goes out of his fucking way to prove it.

Turning himself in at the end of season 2? "Oh, but it gave him street credi-" it's pretty convenient he wanted street credit when going to jail could also be beneficial to Jo. Otherwise he could have straight up done inside trading himself way before Jo put herslef in trouble.

The whole animal thing? The fact that he was a mouse? Let's pretend for a moment he actually filled it randomly, he happened to get mouse by mistake. Why do you care so much people do not associate you to a mouse? If you're an unforgiving asshole, it will show even if a random test (that people will probably soon forget about) gave you mouse. Look, let's say I make Donald Trump fill out this test and he comes out as a mouse. I will not stop thinking he is a piece of shit! If the test was so meaningless he filled it out randomly (or so he says), why does he care so much about Jo's opinion on it?

Brad is a performative asshole. He does his job in the less nice way possible, but he never sabotages others just because. He tries with that whole buscuit thing, but that's the most damage he causes to someone and it's thrashing a piece of biscuit and give an evil speech that just hans there. Rest of the show? He always ends up helping out people, if not out of kindness, out of understanding every cog needs to fuction properly for the whole Mythic Quest machine to work. He doesn't go out of his way to damage other people, the worst he does? Mean comments. It's performative. It's all performative.

And you know how I know that? Breaking Brad. The Kate story tells us one thing: Brad is a naturally caring person. Kate was a pig. Not a dog, not a cat, not a turtle, not even a fish, animals we are used to consider as pets. Kate was a pig, an animal considered dirty, ugly, ungraceful (fat, but I will not talk about Brad's ED here), the word "pig" is even used as an insult, plus the pig is famously known as the animal you can kill and not waste a single part of it.

A pig is the perfect animal to impart a lesson of cruelty. You don't feel sorry for a pig. And what does Brad do, with this wretched creature? He names her. Zack doesn't, Zack tells us he was on board with killing the pig, it's Brad who can't do it. Zack doesn't care and Brad cares too much, even when he knew Kate's fate was doomed from the start. Right there, you have a character who, despite being taught to be cruel, can't help but care.

"Oh, but this happened when Brad was a kid, he hardened as he grew up" okay, then how do you explain him begging Zack? The thing is, I do believe Brad wanted to get more out of Mythic Quest and was angry bis brother tried to destroy it, I am not saying "Brad is caring because he doesn't want to lose his job", that's fairly normal. The point is, Zack asks him to beg for it, and Brad does. I have seen characters in more desperate situations refuse to plea, but Brad does it. With less resistence than I would have imagined. Instead of being like "I would never beg you, I will not submit myself to this humiliation, I'll find another job", he grovels. He puts his pride second for a company which he will leave the moment his friend Jo (and if I say colleague instead of friend it's even crazier!) is in danger.

Quickly compare it to David asking a whole company to walk out when he gets fired.

Brad is a performative asshole. He didn't have it in him, he taught himself to act and speak like an asshole, and he learned the part well, but his heart is not in it. If you watch Succession, it's like Kendall, he is not a killer. He can pretend to be killer, but he is not.

So now it seems like I said people who view Brad a repressed lovey-dovey tsundere are right, but just wait, i haven't finished yet.

The thing about teaching yourself to be someone else is that first, some habits stick, second, what doesn't stick, you try harder to make it so.

What I mean is, precisely because Brad is a caring person, he tries very hard not to seem like it. It means that if someone shows him kindness, Brad will refuse to accept it twice as hard, because he is fighting towards a natural instinct to show kindness in return.

Someone finally lends Brad a helping hand? For the exact reason he feels like he wants to take it, he'll turn it down. It's not that he is not touched by that care, it's that he can't afford to show it. That's the whole point of the performative assholery, repressing his natural responses.

I see a lot of someone pays Brad a compliment and he blushes because he doesn't know how to take it, but to me is like no! He doesn't blush! The whole point of fighting his own instincts is that he doesn't show his feelings. It's not that he doesn't know what kindness is so he reacts to it like a caveman would react to a computer, he knows exactly what kindness, care and affection are and he deliberately avoids them.

To me Brad doesn't do feelings because he doesn't want to. Brad fights his natural instincts because they're very strong (so he is lovey-dovey on the inside), but, at the same time, that fight implies a lot of trained resistance to his nature (Brad doesn't want to do feelings).

Being an asshole doesn't come natural to Brad and that's why it's so difficult for him to act kind: because being an asshole is not a random trait of his personality he may be willing to change, it's a carefully crafted mask he doesn't want to get rid of.

It's the difference between explaining something to someone who doesn't understand it and someome who doesn't want to understand it.

And one last thing (because you kidded yourself if you thought this wasn't about Braddavid).

I get that, especially at first, especially to keep that mask on, even if Brad had feelings for David he would take a long time before admitting it and I can see him reluctant to put a label to the relationship, because that would be admitting that he cares.

But let me take you back to Brad begging his brother to leave Mythic Quest alone. The moment he senses David might slip up from his fingers (for whataver reason: David might have found somebody else more emotionally available, is growing tired/sad of Brad's emotional distance, etc.) Brad is Back On. Brad is putting the effort to verbalize his feelings, is putting a name on the relationship and, one day, he'd even be willing to put a ring on it. He is "Everything I’ve ever let go of has claw marks on it" coded and you can argue you with the wall.

(Plus, I feel like, exactly like his performative assholery mainly comes from mean comments, he may not be very affectionate when it comes to words of affirmation, but by his behaviour you can tell he cares. He is all about quality time, acts of service and gifts he diguises as not gifts. He tries to be subtle, but he can't help revealing in someway he cares about people).

If Brad could beg his brother, one the people he hates the most in the world, to let him have Mythic Quest for a while more, he could surely find the courage to tell the person he loves that he loves them. "But his pride-" he flushed his pride down the toilet when it became an obstacle to him. He came back to his old company as a janitor, which sadly many people do not considered to be a valuable job, especially since he used to be the Head of Monetization before. He had none of that "oh my God, this job is not well paid or respected enough for my previous standards" crap. He is way less prideful than a lot of people think. Getting where he wants to go, obtaining what he wants to gain is way more important to him than his pride.

Last note, this man in possessive. And I don't necessarily mean in a toxic, abusive way, but you can't deny that he is. He wants to own people, he probably rarely calls in favours from them because he gets high on how long he can own them. The "Everything I’ve ever let go of has claw marks on it" comes back into the play, this man is jealous. Again, of course this was about Braddavid, shame on you if you didn't catch it, but I have seen too many "David is too affectionate, Brad is aloof and cool" and I don't buy it.

Brad may not be into PDA, and he may not show it with words, but when he is in a committed relationship he is committed. He may say it's casual, but this is just like Kate. No matter how many times he tells himself he won't get attached to a person and that every relationship ends, at the end of the day, if he truly cares about that person, he won't be able to kill the relationship like it was nothing and go on with his life. I cannot imagine him breaking up with someone because "oh no, I am getting too involved", that's the whole point, he cannot do that, or he'd be a killer, he would have been able to kill Kate and let go of Mythic Quest and let Jo end up in jail. Even if he did break up with this person, it wouldn't come natural to him and he would an absolute wreck, haunted by the memory of this person like he is haunted by the memory of Kate.

It's the duality here! Brad's all about the duality, nature and (self) nurture fighting one against the other. And I have mainly found stuff in which this duality is not shown.

If you made it to this point, thank you for indulging me in overanalysing this character, have a wonderful day.

P.S. I forgot to mention, Brad totally watches those animal predators video for desensitization. Because he couldn't kill Kate so he teaches himself to be insensitive to animal cruelty. The kid who couldn't harm his pig is not watching animal on animal violence for kicks and giggles.

[scarletta-ruan]

helloo, how are you? i hope you're having a good week and are taking care of yourself! so, could you do a chuuya, sigma and dazai scenario (+ any others characters you want) where reader cries due to stress? this week was so stressing to me that i just want to rest all day 😭

anyways, take your time to write it and make sure to rest properly! bye bye and i love your works, scar! they're so cute@)#(( also i hope school are going well to you! 💖💖💖

THOUGHTS AND SCENARIOS OF CHUUYA, SIGMA AND DAZAI TAKE CARE OF READER WHO CRIES OVER HER STRESS

WARNING: OOC, soft!characters, mention of some nicknames (Belladonna, small candy, Vanilla), reader cries over her stress, reader is female btw

TYPE: Scenario + Thought

PAIRING: Chuuya Nakahara || Sigma || Osamu Dazai x fem!reader (seperately)

WORDCOUNTS: 0.5k+ words

NOTES: I'm feeling so sorry to hear that you are stressed, I'm also stressed last week too so I can't write your request. But today I don't have any tests to do because I finished them already. And here is your request, enjoy my work, anon🥺

1. Chuuya Nakahara

I think that Chuuya is the kind of person who spoiled you rotten when he knew you were crying because of stress. So imagine that when Chuuya got home and saw you were crying, the first thing he would do was hug and ask you why you were crying. When he knew the reason, Chuuya would calm you down by patting your head or rubbing your back and letting you cry on his shoulder. After that, it was time for Chuuya to do whatever he wanted to cheer you up.

Scenario

“I’m home-”

Chuuya stopped saying when he saw you were crying on the couch, he gently closed the door then stepped closer to you. He kneeled down in front of you, lifted his head up and asked.

“What’s wrong, small candy? You don’t look well.”

“Chuuya…”

You lifted your head up and looked into Chuuya’s eyes, when he saw your teary eyes his gut twisted a bit. He did not want you to cry like this, Chuuya moved closer to place his forehead against you and you said.

“My schoolworks is too much, I try my hardest to do them all, but… I can’t finish it.”

“Oh, I see.”

Chuuya replied to you, then he stood up and placed a kiss on your forehead. When you wanted to say thank you to Chuuya, he said.

“Hurry up, get dressed and wash your face. We are going to hang out in the evening, putting all of the schoolwork aside. Of course, tomorrow you will have an off day.”

2. Sigma

In my opinion, Sigma is the kind of man who is really worried about you. Let's take an example: if he sees you are crying, he will hug you immediately and ask for the reason. When he knows the reasons, Sigma will try his best to cheer you up, he is good at baking some cookies (because this man loves cookies if you remember) so he will bake some of them for you but with different favors just to make you feel happy again.

Scenario

Sigma popped his head out of the door frame just to look at you who were sitting beside your desk, hands up on your hair while you were mumbling something. You had been like this since you got home so Sigma was worried about what had happened to you. He always made himself coincidentally walk past just to look at you.

And now he saw you were shaking, Sigma could hear some hiccups sound which were made by you. He let out a long sigh then put his broom beside the door, slowly stepping inside the room. Sigma wrapped his arms around you who were sitting on the bed, his eyes finally noticed some papers lying everywhere on the bed sheet, they seemed like your work at school, he thought. 

His hand caressed your hair then whispered lightly into your ears.

“What’s wrong, Vanilla?”

“N-Nothing, you don’t have to worry about me.”

You slowly lifted your head up, hands wiping tears which were falling down on your cheek. You still forced yourself to smile when you answered his question. Sigma frowned then said.

“If you keep lying, then I will keep hugging you like this, dear. Tell me, what’s wrong?”

When you knew that Sigma would never let you go if you did not tell anything to him. You slowly shared your story, about how you have to struggle for the deadline at school work, like club, homework or lots of other things. Sigma listened to the whole story of yours, then when you finished telling him he left. 

Again, you were alone in this room now. When you let out a long sigh and thought that there was not anyone here to care for you, Sigma appeared again with a tray of baked cookies and a glass of milk. He smiled and said.

“I don’t know how to make you happy, but… are these sweet and warm milk enough? If you want more, you just go ahead and tell me and I will make more and more for you.”

3. Osamu Dazai

Dazai always knows that you are crying because of stress, because he pays attention to anything, from your mood today to the clothes you are wearing now. Everything can not slip from his eyes. Dazai will do lots of things to make you happy again, not teasing you, of course. I think he may buy you some sweets like cake or your favorite drinks or food. Then he will cuddle up by your side, murmuring into your ears about the Armed Detective Agency’s funny story.

Scenario

Dazai recently got home a few minutes ago, then he noticed a familiar figure curling up on the couch. He could see your body was shivering so bad, his mind started playing lots of questions when he looked at you. Dazai did not think twice, he approached the couch and laid a hand on your shoulder and said.

“What’s making my Belladonna cry?”

You turned around to look at his brown orbs, when Dazai finally saw your face his heart dropped. Your eyes were red and filled with tears, while you were trying to wipe the tears from the corner of your eyes, he reached his hand to stop it and said.

“Don’t rub your eyes, love, this will make you hurt.”

Dazai helped you to sit up from the couch as he sat down next to you. His arms wrapped up around you, you leaned your head on his chest and tried to calm down. Dazai was still patient with you when he leaned his chin on your hair and rubbed your arms. You could also hear his whisper.

“Shh, I’m here, I’m here for you, Belladonna. Just cry until you don’t want to anymore.”

“Osamu, I’m…” You hiccuped then started saying. “...My marks at school are not good, the whole marks I tried to get are not good at all. My teacher tells me that, if I can make them better she will kick me out of her class. But… I have tried my very best, but in the end, I can’t make it.”

Dazai now knew the reason why you were crying like that, he already looked after you while you were studying until late at night. But it seemed like all of your efforts did not come true and you were feeling stressed because even though you tried very hard you could not make it. He hugged you for an hour until you stopped crying then asked.

“Feeling better?”

Seeing you nodding your head made himself relieve a little bit, that was when you two both stood up and Dazai said.

“Let’s go out, we should have some sweets or your favorite food, my treat.”

[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

Ikemen Prince (JP)

You know what happens when you mess with my stuff, right? (Gilbert von Obsidian) Part 2

I won't translate Gilbert's sweet end since someone is already translating it.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Premium End | Epilogue

With a smile playing on his lips, Gilbert put his hand on my shoulder, and all I could do was smile faintly.

(But, yeah, I'd rather be a friend than a lover.)

Louise: "If he's your friend, you should treat him well."

(Um?)

Ripples ran through her tea as Louise's fingers, holding the teacup, trembled slightly.

Her voice was also less domineering than usual.

(I'm used to him, but others are not.)

He may look like a friendly young man, but he's an overrun beast who has trampled and ruled over many nations.

Perhaps she has a strong impression that even the slightest rudeness is unforgivable.

Emma: "Prince Gilbert might look scary, but he's not one to bite everyone."

Emma: "He's not as scary as he thinks he is. At least, not in private."

Gilbert: "Fufu, I'm only nice to my little rabbit."

(I'm pretty much aware of it, but it's still kinda mean.)

Emma: "Oh, by the way, I read that book you mentioned earlier!"

I changed the subject, realizing that sugarcoating words were not enough to wipe away Louise's trembling.

Louise: "How did you like it? I fell in love with the dashing knight in the middle of the story."

Emma: "I know! I didn't expect that knight to appear. I was surprised."

Emma: "But when I read it again, it was properly foreshadowed."

Louise: "That's right! I had goosebumps when I noticed it."

Louise: "I have the rest of the book in my library. Um, if you're still interested in it?"

Emma: "Really? I'd love to!"

(Good thing I'm curious about it.)

Emma: "But Prince Gilbert..."

Gilbert: "I'll stay here. You girls have your girl talk."

(This is surprising, I thought he'd follow me.)

Louise: "Shall we go then?"

Louise stood up from her seat, and I followed her.

Meanwhile, I didn't notice the meaningful smile on Gilbert's face as he sipped from his teacup with a nonchalant expression on his face.

Louise: "This is the room. My father gave it to me for my birthday a few years ago as my private library."

Emma: "Wow, it's beautiful!"

(I love it!)

(That being said, I feel like she still looks pale. Is it just my imagination?)

This was probably because of Gilbert. But Louise was so pale that she looked as if she would collapse at any moment.

(I'm sure she'll be fine after some time.)

She unlocked the door and invited me inside.

As soon as I stepped inside, a sweet aroma hit my nose.

(What's that smell? It doesn't smell like books.)

(I think...)

Louise: "...rry…"

Louise: "So…r…ry…"

Gilbert: "Good morning, miss bunny."

(Huh?)

(What's going on?)

The place was dimly lit, and dust danced and sparkled in the candlelight.

As my eyes adjusted, the view became more vivid, and I saw Gilbert standing from a short distance, smiling as usual.

I strained my eyes to look around and noticed several shadows in the room.

I couldn't see the color of the wet cobblestone floor, but I knew that smell.

Emma: "Oh..."

(Blood.)

The more I understood the situation, the more I felt the blood rush to my eyes.

As my body shook unsteadily, the thing around my neck clamped down hard on me.

???: "Don't move!"

Emma: ".............."

(My arm... someone is restraining me.)

(And my hands and feet feel like they're bound with something.)

I fearfully looked down and saw a blade pressed against my throat.

Louise: "Father!"

Count: "You shut your mouth!"

Emma: "Lady...Louise...?"

I couldn't move my eyes much, but I could hear Louise's voice from a distance behind me.

(I went into her library and can't remember a thing from there.)

(But this situation is like a hostage situation.)

Gilbert: "Well, I think I've got the situation pretty much figured out."

Gilbert: "Do you need my help?"

(Really? Him?)

The man restraining me is shaking slightly.

I don't even know which one is the perpetrator and which one is the victim.

Emma: "What is happening?"

Gilbert: "Beats me. I was enjoying a cup of tea when that lady called me over."

Gilbert: "I went along with her, then the Count and the mercenaries gave me an enthusiastic welcome."

(I mean, it doesn't sound like he set this up.)

Gilbert: "I spoke to them for a little while before you woke up."

Gilbert: "They want to start doing business with Obsidian. They’re sort of like anti-monarchy extremists."

(Louise's father is anti-monarchy?)

Gilbert: "I guess they've been cautious, seeing as how the overprotective me didn't stop interacting with you."

Gilbert: "But to settle a deal with me, they approached you, whom they had heard rumors about, to take as a hostage."

Gilbert: "It was just a coincidence that I came to the mansion, but for them, it only moved their plans forward."

Gilbert: "They also said if I don't agree, they're going to rip your throat out, miss bunny."

Gilbert: "You're so pitiful, even I feel sorry for you. Ahahaha!"

Emma: "..............."

(I was so excited to have a new friend, but...)

(I see.)

(So that was all it was.)

Louise, standing nearby and saying nothing was more painful and agonizing than the knife pressed into my neck.

Gilbert: "I told you. Your definition of a friend is not the same as hers."

Gilbert: "I'm the only friend you have."

His sweet and gentle voice enveloped my fragile heart.

(He's the only one I have?)

(Really?)

Gilbert: "If you start distrusting people, I'll make sure to take good care of you."

As he took one step closer to me, the sound of his cane shook the dimness, and the strength of the arm around my neck tightened.

Count: "Don't come any closer!"

(Ouch!)

Slowly, my throat tightened, and the weight of the air suddenly increased rapidly, bringing tears to my eyes.

Gilbert: "Yeah, come to think of it, you guys don't know, but I've told miss bunny many times that I hate someone harming my prey more than anything."

Emma: ".............."

Gilbert: "If you thought you could negotiate something like this, you're a fool."

My whole body almost got crushed by the murderous feeling I had felt so many times before.

Gilbert just softened his eyes, but the scent of blood seemed to become more intense.

(Since this happens to me, the Count, and Louise一)

Louise started sobbing while the Count's trembling, coming through his body, had grown too loud to hide.

(I see. He was not talking to me when he asked about the help earlier.)

(He was talking to Louise and the Count.)

Gilbert: "You think I can't kill you because we're in Rhodolite?"

Gilbert: "Ahahaha! You're so naive. I'm good at hiding evidence, you know?"

(He's serious.)

(If this keeps up, he really一)

Gilbert: "Well, which one of you should I kill first?"

❣ Premium End

[ddarker-dreams]

Hello, rotting again too many thoughts, too little of a brain. SR is chillin with the one of the boys and its golden hour (when the sun hits just right and makes you look <33) and sun is hitting her just right making her look all pretty. And she's just talking about how a tomato is a fruit or not, and she turns to look at them, and her eyes staring at them with the sun hitting her so prettily is just so intense. That suddenly, they are unable to answer her,; just stuttering, or unable to find the the will to form words at all(seeing flustered Giorno or Bruno who always is so suave now trying to speak but their toungue feels so useless, unable to form words, and now simply opening and closing their mouths like a fish, trying to save their pride) as SR's eyes slowly go softer from her previous excitement into more of a mellow confusion, asking them if something is wrong, even putting their hand on their head to see if they are sick. And most of the boys have never had this experience before, seeing someone so pretty that they can't even speak properly (we've all had those moments irl, ik I have) and they 're all red in the face and even the ears are red. (even better if they're not dating and the boys just flounder about, Narancia genuinely thinking it's a stand attack fighting for his life just to form a sentence, while Fungo and Abbachio just can't handle and look away or even walk away 💀Mista trying so hard to make a joke out of it, while beat red in the face ) End of rot rant, sorry if i'm sending in too much stuff.

you have nothing to apologize for omg,... these are beloved asks... i am cradling them gently in my hands ....

'And she's just talking about how a tomato is a fruit or not,' LMAO i love this it captures SR reader's energy so perfectly tyhjrtkmg

giorno would be sighing, resting his chin on his palm, feeling kinda bad for zoning out because he likes you to know you have his attention but. his brain stopped working properly. he can't think of anything especially dazzling to say, just that he sometimes struggles to believe you're real. bruno would be stuck in a similarly difficult predicament. you just make him feel so warm on the inside and in moments like this, it's almost too much. you make him feel human again. his responsibilities melt away, nothing aside from you registering. he could get drunk on the feeling.

fugo hits you with the legendary line 'stop... doing that. being... pretty.' shakespeare who? he screams into his pillow that night in embarrassment. it's amazing how you can turn such an intelligent man into a blubbering fool. he doesn't mind nearly as much as he lets on. abbacchio just getting up and walking away though PFF he'd be clutching his chest the second he left the room, trying to regain himself while your footsteps pad on over. you motivate him to get a physical again to make sure everything's working right in there. he's fine, though, just lovesick to a worrying degree. he has no idea how you do it.

narancia ... he's such a sweetheart... he already feels emotions so strongly, so this is messing him up. in a good way though. you'd have to reassure him that no, this isn't a stand attack (probably?), and that he's got to calm down. take some deep breaths. you'll think it's the cutest thing ever when he explains his reasoning. mista does a somewhat better job at playing it cool, since he always wants to give off this debonair vibe. chokes on his spit a little though and ruins the atmosphere. if pistols have been filched a snack recently, the little snitches will gather around to profess mista's innermost thoughts to you. apparently he's convinced a religion could be started in your honor.

[wrestlezaynia]

Hmmmm

How about

“I won’t hurt you.”

A/N: They're younger here, so use your imagination. Must be 18+.

Sami has been acting strange lately, more distant than usual. They've always been so close, but if feels like he's pushing Kevin away. Concerned for his best friend's well-being, he decides to question Sami on his unusual behavior. Sami is reluctant at first, but Kevin's persistence eventually pays off. "I think I'm falling for you." He confesses softly, averting Kevin's gaze, his cheeks flushed a deep red.

An uncomfortable silence fills the room, so silent you can hear a pin drop. Kevin stares blankly, trying to process what he just heard.

After what feels like an eternity, Sami breaks the silence. "The only way for me to know for sure is if..." he pauses, swallowing hard as he builds up the courage to look at Kevin. "You kiss me."

Kevin awakens from his dazed state, his heart pounding. Their eyes meet and he feels as though he's going to faint. Kiss Sami? "Try not to get too sappy after I give you the most breathtaking kiss of your life." Kevin quips with a smug grin, secretly shaking on the inside.

"I can't promise anything." Sami whispers, his gaze remaining locked on Kevin as he leans in close, capturing his lips in a tender kiss. Shivers running up and down his spine as soon as they make contact.

Kevin's breath hitches at the proximity, his heart thumping wildly in his chest. Butterflies emerge in his stomach the instant their lips connect. This isn't a simple spark, but something much deeper. Something Kevin couldn't put into words, but it's consuming him, overwhelming him to the point of bursting into tears.

With great reluctance, Sami is forced to break the kiss. The shivering sensation he experienced earlier remains as his gaze rests on Kevin. He notices the tears glistening in Kevin's eyes and his heart skips a beat. He always viewed Kevin as a dominant force, hellbent on violence and destruction, but after showing him his softer, more gentle side Sami was beginning to see him in a whole different light.

Kevin is strong, but Sami makes him weak. The way his warm honey eyes shimmer in the moonlight, how his face lights up when he smiles. He hated to admit it, but he's in l-the loud boom of thunder pierces the silence, startling Kevin and shaking him from his reverie.

"Looks like you're staying here tonight." Sami pipes up, sounding even more excited than usual. He must've taken notice, because Kevin could see a small blush forming on his cheeks. "I'll make some coffee." He mumbles sheepishly, excusing himself from the room.

Reminiscent of earlier, the pair sit in awkward silence as the rain continues its relentless fall. Kevin sneaks a quick glance at Sami who is staring into his coffee mug, deep in thought. Their hands mere inches apart on the couch. "How long have you known?" He inquires.

"Do you remember when we first met and I tripped on my boots because I didn't tie them properly?" Sami asks, reminiscing on that fateful day. "A couple of guys teased me, said I'll never make it in this business. Then you came along and helped me to my feet." He turns to Kevin, a warm smile tugging at his lips. "You told the bullies: "This kid is going to be a big star someday, just you watch!"" He recalls fondly before rambling on. "You stayed by my side and looked after me until the medic arrived, turns out it was just a sprained ankle."

Kevin can't believe Sami remembers that. It occurred so long ago, yet here he is reciting it as if it happened yesterday. "You were kind of a nerd back then." He teases, a playful grin adorning his features. "But you were so passionate, I knew you were going to do great things."

"I'm still passionate." Sami counters, scooting closer on the couch, his eyes fixed firmly on Kevin. "Just not about wrestling." He adds softly.

Kevin's heartbeat starts to quicken as Sami draws near. His mind drifting to minutes prior, the taste of him still lingers. Sami's hot breath emerges in wisps as he gently brushes his lips against Kevin's.

It didn't take long for the kiss to become more heated as Sami slips his tongue inside, slowly and sensually massaging against Kevin's, eagerly exploring his mouth.

A moan of pleasure erupts from Kevin's throat at the feeling of Sami's spry tongue swirling around in his mouth. Deepening the kiss further, he reaches up to cradle Sami's face between his hands. With their lips still attached, he carefully lowers Sami down so he's laying on his back with Kevin on top as he roams over every inch of Sami's body. He descends lower until he reaches Sami's nether region, refraining from going any further, not wanting to make Sami feel uncomfortable knowing his experience in that area is limited, although it's obvious he's enjoying their steamy make out session.

"It's okay, I want you to." Sami murmurs breathlessly, guiding Kevin's hand over the bulge protruding from his pants. Desire building as he looks at Kevin through lust filled eyes. "I want you to be my first, Kev."

If it wasn't for the heavy rainfall, Kevin's heartbeat would be flooding the room. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been so aroused as he strokes Sami's erection through his trousers, watching the redhead's face contort with pleasure. Such a breathtaking sight. "I won't hurt you." Kevin softly replies, his voice barely above a whisper.

Debating on writing a steamy part 2, LMN if you'd be interested! 😏

Tagging: @shanie-the-komania-toyaddict, @kayfabebabe, @racerchix21, @stardust181, @eleanor24, @coloursflyaway, @riveliciousx, @kittykatcody, @kevinsteen, @pikapuff-316, @kristalynn94, @unintentionaloracle, @existwithpride, @wrestlingdespairings and @anothersabah.

[quendiviner]

the whole mind body soul section for an oc of your choice :^)

YEAGHHHH THANK UUUU i'm gonna pick toby bc it's its bday tomorrow. so i am thinking about it JFJGKCNCK

super long oc ask game

What is a habit your character has that others might find cute?

HMMM taking naps? especially bc it is mostly sleeping curled up like a cat. Toby sleeps a lot because it's tired like, all the time? And thing is, it just can't sleep straight because it's limbs feel weird if it tries JFBNGKCNGN so it sleeps in the weirdest positions ever.

Are there particular sounds your character is fond of?

Tobias loves the sound keyboards make when you type hehehe <3 Birds singing, too, and the sound of leaves shaking in the wind. Really loves rain and thunder, could sit happily at its balcony and listen to them.

Is your character more prone to fight or flight?

Toby's typical response was fawn for a very long time, fitting its tendency to people please and its deer in headlights vibes. It does tend to flight more often nowadays and sometimes ends up in a fight response.

rest under cut:

Does your character believe in myths and fairy tales?

No! But Tobias does think that they are important bc of the life lessons you can pull out from them hehe :3

What words could tear your character down?

Honestly anything that hits its low self-worth. Doesn't even need to be anything big.

How well does your character act under pressure?

OUGH depends on the duration of said pressure. If it gets over in like a few hours or days max, it would be fine and it would actually make it more productive, which is why it tends to set own deadlines to actually get shit done. THOUGH, it may also get a bit, well, snappy and overly sarcastic if one were to come annoy it while it's working on something, or if someone's adding more pressure or just simply trying to annoy it. Like here, for example. It also feels really bad for that kind of action afterwards. Like, really bad. Toby doesn't like being rude.

As for pressure that stays there for a long time? If others look at it, Toby looks like it's doing fine, maybe a bit more twitchy and annoyed, less optimistic? If you look inside its head, though, the more pressure there is the more stressed and anxious it is, with gradually creeping paranoia and self-destructive behavior. Do NOT leave it in that kind of situation for a long time.

Is your character good at practicing self-care?

YEAGH self care georg. Put its wellbeing above its responsibilities very often (unless someone specifically asked it to do something). Never misses its skincare routines and daily showers, takes a lot of naps if needed, does things that make it happy. The only thing it could get better at though is, well, eating properly. Misses its lunches all the time.

What scents does your character find comforting?

Coffee! Toby really loves the scent of coffee and feels v nice bc of it hehe <3 One of the reasons why it has so many empty coffee cups laying around it's work desk.

It also likes the smell of cigarettes. Not when you smoke them but when they're unused. For some reason their scent is surprisingly comforting for Tobias 😭

It also likes the scent of ethanol a lot. Toby can sometimes be seen smelling it in a lab when it's having a bad day. People who happen to see it do that ignore it most of the time JFJGKKGNCNCN One of the reasons it's kinda sad it gets to hang out in labs much less nowadays now that it's a senior chemist and its schedule is mostly filled with paperwork and other kind of stuff.

Does your character have any allergies?

HAY FEVER ‼️ Gets runny nose and red eyes and stuff like that :/ And walnuts. Not dangerously, it can eat it them but gets this weird feeling in its mouth/throat if it does wnkfkgcnkckgnrk

Is your character a light, medium or heavy sleeper?

Light, gets woken up very easily from the slightest of noise or movement. Finds it hard to fall asleep again after that bc it will start worrying about waking up in the middle of the night 😭

Does your character have strong willpower?

Not unless it cares about things very strongly. Easily gives up or abandons things that it knows will take too much energy and resources to finish, thus making them not rational things to do in its opinion. If it's something it cares about, then it will definitely be determined to finish it, though maybe taking it slow and like, leaving things untouched for a while to focus on something else instead.

Is your character more likely to give advice or seek it?

Give advice! Tobias loves helping people and that's one of the ways it does it hehehe

How does your character relax?

Toby finds reading books very relaxing, and also enjoys video games and crafts a lot. Sometimes it ends up going to do some sports for fun, it really enjoys basketball, badminton and jogging (all of which are also bad for its knees, though. It doesn't care.)

Is there a secret thing your character longs to hear?

OUGH probably someone telling it that it's enough and doesn't need to try to be better at anything. Show it that it does not need to strive for the best results and that it is still a person worth caring about even if it doesn't do anything.

That it's loved or cared about, maybe? Especially back in its long hair era when it felt really lonely.

Does your character have a sleep routine?

In a way? It drinks a cup of tea like two hours before going to bed while reading or watching Klara's favorite tv show, then goes to bathroom to brush its teeth and do its skincare etc., and then goes back to do something relaxing. Sometimes it also eats a small snack in the evening.

Would your character feel confident in a fight?

No. It's running away. Please don't make it fight it sucks at it.

UM that said, Toby did ask Klara to like, teach it some moves in case something happens, and, well, I guess it could defend itself? Maybe.

Is your character more energized in the morning, afternoon or at night?

Afternoon! I'd say it's at its best from 2pm to sunset, then somewhat energized during evening/beginning of night. It has little to no energy during mornings and honestly has to fight itself to not to fall asleep during morning meetings.

How often does your character have nightmares?

Every now and then, not completely enough to say "often" but not so little to say "sometimes", either. Tobias tends to especially get them if it's sleeping alone (for example if Klara's on a work trip or something) or had a stressful day.

Are there scents your character dislikes?

Flowers JEJFJJFFJFK They're really strong and make its nose itch and head hurt.

Is there a fear your character wants to learn to overcome?

Fear of big bodies of water, or the ones where you can't see the ground 😭 The idea of swimming in the ocean sounds so fun until Tobias remembers that it is big and murky where it lives. Doesn't stop it from hanging out on the beach tho but man, it'd love to go run in the water w Klara.

If your character had to act in a play what role would they think they’d best perform?

Narrator! Toby's good at talking and can make the most boring stuff sound fun.

Does your character have a high pain tolerance?

BFBFJKFKFKF kinda? Um it has chronic pain that basically makes it barely able to walk properly, but if we're talking about things like, well, injuries and all then I'd say yes it does have a high pain tolerance.

[words-without-rules]

Incoming rant:

I swear, it feels like anytime I try expressing my gender or sexual identity, it always becomes a whole fucking thing. No matter how hard I try to explain it, it's like they just don't really get it. And, honestly, most of the time, neither do I. I don't feel like a girl or a boy and frankly it bugs me more than I'd like when people refer to me as either. Moreso as a girl because that is what I was assigned at birth as and what I look like, I guess. But I've always felt like I act a lot more like a boy. Ever since I was little, I even refered to myself as a tomboy so I suppose that was the start of it. But I also have a few feminine traits and insterests, I suppose? Which honestly I don't think those things should matter because gender rules are fucking bullshit and don't mean anything!! Which is why recently I started identifying as agender, but I've still been accepting she/her and he/him pronouns, because, I don't know, those just don't really trigger the same response as being called a girl or a boy does in me. But I feel like that's making it more confusing for everyone around me, because they're not sure how to refer to me and can sometimes end up calling me a girl or a boy by mistake. Or some people are just assholes and insist on calling me a girl because of my fucking sex. And what's even sadder is a few of them have been members of the queer community themselves which makes no fucking sense to me! So now I'm considering switching to just they/them pronouns but that's probably just going to make it even harder for people. So maybe it doesn't even make a fucking difference, I don't know. I just really don't give a damn about gender when it comes to identity or romantic or sexual preference. It makes no difference to me. The person on the inside is all that matters to me. Of course, I respect all others identities and pronouns still, this is all just my personal preference. But, I don't know, I've been struggling for years to find the words to properly identify myself. Hell, I remember the day I discovered pansexual was a thing and I was blown away, because I had never felt so.. I don't know, seen? That may not be the right word. And I only just looked up the definitions for all of the non binary terms and learned those for the first time to confirm agender was really the closest term to how I feel. And it is. So now I'm just stuck on the whole pronoun problem. I know people are going to mess it up no matter what I decide, so is there really a point? I honestly just want it to not matter. I want people to call me whatever and just not really care, but I do and I hate it. I'm stuck on this fence of if gender doesn't matter, does it matter how people see my gender or not? Because if they see me as a certain gender, they might make certain assumptions about me as a person based off of that and I can't describe how much I fucking hate it when people do that. I am not my gender! I am who I choose to be and I don't consider gender as any part of that. It's seperate entirely, in my eyes. But I know most people aren't going to see it that way. They'll just skip right ahead into putting me in a box. I hate it. I hate it so much. I've been trying so hard to just ignore it and not let it bother me, but it's getting harder and harder and I don't know how much longer I can keep doing it...

[noxtivagus]

LAST FR

dfhaskdfjsdkf good day 😭

[kichimiangra]

Been thinking about Pipotchi. I think he and Specter would be a bit... bitey with each other. Pipotchi feels like he's under heavy scrutiny for potential to become "Specter: The Sequel In Sequins!" and he resents that Specter kind of ruined his potential future before he obtained conscious thought. Specter, meanwhile, resents that Pipotchi gets stardom and love and unconditional support from his human caregivers specifically because they're trying to avoid making the mistakes they made with him. It's one if the main reasons Specter doesn't try to recruit Pipotchi.

Ironically (or coincidentally? It's too late for S.A.T. words at the time of writing this) around the time you sent this ask I too had been thinking more about Pipotchi. Mostly because although I will probably not write a sequel after the main story of Nannersverse ("Red Light;Blue Light"), Nannersverse is in and of itself an exploration of the effects of thrusting sapience upon an animal via science, and all in all despite Specter being the Blorbo, The three Project Specter subjects would be the most effected in all different ways, Pipotchi and Specter especially.

I wasn't originally going to have Pipotchi be part of "Project Specter" and as such would have no powers, but a part of the "Peak Point Project" instead, but I recently have had to reconsider that because upon research I learned that one of the reasons why greater apes can't be taught to speak is because their trachea's and vocal chords aren't shaped right for human speech. Specter and the Freaky Monkey Five have Nannersverse excuses of being Vita-Z mutants and genetically engineered in Specter's case, but with Pipotchi being able to canonically say "Pipo" and "Ape" in AE2, the two wolves inside me must argue on "Anatomical accuracy" or "Because Fiction" so now he's a lost specimen that puts him in the same potential boots for some kind of inherent ESP that Specter does. I couldn't find it for the life of me but there was a doodle I did months ago when at work… I dunno if it was doodled in a sketchbook or on the back of a now lost receipt or scrap paper that got thrown out but it was a quick doodle that was like: Panel 1: Jimmy tells Spike to check out the trick Pipotchi learned. Panel 2: Jimmy pulls a few cards from a deck of playing cards, front facing himself and Spike and asks Pipotchi what's in his hand. Panel 3: Pipotchi initially struggles to give an answer but does guess each one correctly to Jimmy's excitement at how smart Pipotchi is. Panel 4: Spike wonders if Specter can do that, addressing the uninvolved albino from across the room asking "Hey Specter! What card is this?" Panel 5: Spike gets Psychically dragged across the room to Specter who takes the card from him and looks. "It's the Ace of Spades (stupid neanderthal)."

The two apes would definitely be bitey with each other, anytime Jimmy is anywhere on the station with Pipotchi visiting Spike eventually devolving in Specter threatening to throw Pipotchi out the airlock. From Pipotchi's perspective the one good thing Specter did for ape-kind was being a good example of what could go horribly wrong, which results in Pipotchi's better treatment while Pipotchi struggles with being an Ape with human intelligence, raised by humans, but still at the end of the day, he is an ape with limited opportunities. Meanwhile Specter does have it good as the leader of his own race, viewed by the members of that race as anywhere between a leader to a god depending on which apes you ask, but views Pipotchi as a spoiled brat who has basically gotten everything handed to him (Ignoring that he himself knows what it's like to be gifted with intelligence, raised by humans, and then unable to do things like properly bridge the two species or even speak to either, sadly making each other probably the only other person who could understand what the other is going through while simultaneously getting on each other's nerves to the point of threats of violence.)

[casspurrjoybell-33]

Unlikely Places - Chapter 31 - Part 1

*Warning - Adult Content*

Chapter: 31 - Nice? Warm? Pleasant?

"Enough," Percy suddenly exclaimed, standing to his feet and looking around the living room at all of us with that look we all knew not to mess with.

Percy was a tall, muscle thick, intimidating man.

At least he was until he smiled.

When he smiled his eyes sparkled with good humor and a zest for life that had sucked Archer in from the first moment they had met.

Percy wasn't smiling now.

"You," he said pointing at Archer then turning and pointing at Noah.

"You," then he turned again to the other two.

"And you and you. Just enough already. I swear to the heavens you four kill me. You know how to behave properly and you know this isn't it but for some reason when it comes to Jackson you four simply lose all sanity."

No one said anything for a second.

I watched as four grown men hung their heads in shame as Percy chastised them with nothing but the truth.

My friends were wonderful.

The best but they took overprotectiveness to new heights.

Today was no exception.

I felt Pierce stir beside me and turned to look up at him as he started to speak but suddenly Percy whipped his attention towards Pierce and he shut his mouth with a snap.

I didn't blame him.

"And you," Percy scolded, now pointing that scary finger at Pierce.

"You brought it on yourself. Never in my life," Percy started fanning himself in agitation as he searched for what to say with regards to Pierce and his actions that night.

"Words simply fail me for your behavior" he said gesturing towards the guys who now sat quite docilely on the couch, enjoying Pierce being the center of Percy's ire instead of them.

"Yes, they're insane but at least they have a good reason, Jackson but I can't for the life of me think of one good reason for your behavior."

I barley moved, only enough to glance up at Pierce from the corner of my eyes.

His expression was blank.

I couldn't tell what he was thinking or feeling.

I could relate a little.

I felt a little numb inside myself.

Pierce finally broke the silence.

"Even if I thought I had a good enough reason before, I know now I was wrong. There isn't a reason good enough that I can give to you that would justify my upsetting Jackson to the extent I did. If I could take it back I would but I can't. I can only apologize to him and to all of you."

Percy stood watching him as he talked and nodding his head in agreement with every word.

He stared hard at Pierce, looking past the words to the sincerity behind them and I could tell after a few moments he was satisfied with what he saw.

Clapping his hands together to bring everyone's attention back to him Percy started talking again and I had to suppress a giggle as he started.

"Okay. To summarize. Pierce acted like a dick. He admitted that he acted like a dick and he apologized for acting like a dick. Correct?" he asked, glancing to each man sitting still quietly on the couches.

With sullen looks on three of the faces they reluctantly nodded.

Archer was odd man out.

He now seemed satisfied and was simply enjoying the show Percy was putting on.

"Okay good and Pierce," he continued, turning back to the man who stood stiffly beside me.

"You're not going to act like a dick again, right?"

Pierce let a pause of silence pass by that had frowns returning back to the faces of my friends.

I frowned slightly, too and looked up at him.

He winked down at me and gave me that mischievous grin that did not bode well and I squeezed his hand in silent warning.

He ignored me and looked back at Percy.

"I can assure you I won't be a dick again," he said with a long pause and then tipped his head towards me.

"To Jackson," the emphasis on my name and my name alone didn't go unnoticed.

I should have known not to expect him to take things too passively.

He just wasn't the type.

I rolled my eyes at him and tried to regain ownership of my hand but Pierce wasn't having it, keeping hold of it tightly within his own.

I glanced hurriedly at my friends and saw what I expected.

Noah, Mick and Branson looked ticked but to my surprise, Archer and Percy were smiling satisfied smiles.

"That's all that's important," Archer said, speaking for the first time since Pierce and I entered the room.

The other three grumbled something but I couldn't make out what.

At least they weren't being as confrontational as before so I would take it as a win.

Percy had once again managed to handle these guys with an aplomb I found jaw dropping.

He was the only person that I had ever met that could.

Archer wasn't the only lucky guy in the room for having had Percy come into his life.

"Thank you," I mouthed to Percy now and he winked and gave me one of his sassy grins back in response.

I could literally hear him in my mind saying 'No problem, big boy' but he, like me, stayed silent so as not to disturb the tenuous peace that had been established.

"With that I will take my leave," Pierce announced to the room at large, drawing all eyes in his direction, mine especially.

"You guys obviously had this planned out and I don't want to interrupt."

"Maybe you should call first next time instead of just showing up unannounced," Branson drawled out sarcastically.

I saw Pierce's jaw tick once but his expression remained pleasant.

"Good point," he acknowledged before adding with the subtlest of his own sarcasm.

"My main thought was to get Jackson his wallet back to him as soon as I could, though as I didn't want him driving without his license."

I knew five sets of eyes landed on me like a bomb but I refused to look at any of them and instead kept my eyes glued to Pierce.

If I had any doubt about what we would be talking about after Pierce left, I no longer needed to worry.

They were going to want to know about that damn wallet and why Pierce could even be in the position to have it.

Retreat seemed the best play for me at the moment.

[casspurrjoybell-26]

Too Old For This - Chapter 3 - Part 1

*Warning Adult Content*

Leroy wasn't sure why he had agreed to go into the man's house.

He barely even remembered his name.

He was sure it was Zachary or something to that extent.

The man looked just as shocked, himself.

Those deep hazel eyes opened wide as a small.

"Oh, okay, then," left the man's lips.

"The house is a bit of a mess, so don't mind that," he said, turning his chair before opening the door.

Leroy realized that it was open for him and hurried up the porch stairs before walking past the man who rolled his wheel-chair right behind him.

The first thing he noticed was how 'hollow' the place seemed... empty and only littered with the bare necessities.

There wasn't a dining table in the living room, only two bar stools by the kitchen island.

The living room had one sofa and a television that was fixed on the wall.

Leroy wasn't sure what he'd expected the inside of the bungalow to look like but certainly, it was not like this.

The state of the lawn has given him the impression that the man would be messy or a hoarder of some sort.

Well, he guessed one couldn't move a wheelchair around properly if the place was cluttered to hell and back.

"They are in the basement," Zachary said, making Leroy look over at him.

He raised a brow in confusion as he saw the man stand up and push his wheelchair to the side.

'I thought you were disabled,' the words lingered on Leroy's tongue but he kept that to himself.

It seemed the man noticed that he was staring intently at him because he fidgeted and held on to the edge of the kitchen island.

"I can walk. I just have a lot of pain with it," the man said, giving Leroy an awkward smile.

"Arthritis?"

"No, fibromyalgia."

Well, that was one of his diagnoses but Zachary almost felt ashamed to start listing off a series of illnesses that bounced off each other to put him in the amount of pain he was in because when he started, he often saw the doubt build up in people's eyes and when that happened, he felt pressure to over share and over-explain.

He didn't want to do that today or any day for that matter.

"Ah, I see," Leroy said, feeling slightly uncomfortable that he'd stared so much to prompt the explanation.

"You can follow me, it's down the hallway," the man said, walking past Leroy.

The younger man spotted a limp in the man's walk and he felt bad for being suspicious again.

Regardless, he couldn't help feeling like he had maybe walked into a trap.

If Zachary was a serial killer pulling at his empathy strings... Leroy wasn't saying he was but if he was this would be the perfect setup.

He could see it now, with true crime hosting his story... a man killed in a basement on the promise of cat cuddles.

He smiled a little at his own invention and followed the man... Zachary?

He should probably ask before it got awkward or ask his name again.

When they got to the stairs Zachary walked down and Leroy followed and at the end of the stairs.

Zachary turned on the light and there they were, three cats lodged between different locations.

One at the fat end under a mattress, one on top of a cupboard and another hiding under a washing machine.

Zachary made a noise with his tongue and the cats scrambled to their feet, leaving their hiding stops to walk toward the two men.

All three of the cats rubbed against Zachary's legs before staring up inquisitively at Leroy.

Leroy bent down into a squat, reaching out his hand to brush the fur of a cute white one with a black patch on its back.

"You don't have to worry about them. They have all their shots and they're spayed," Zachary said, taking a stop on the stairway.

"I've tried to do the same for the other cats that haven't come in yet but I might be missing one or two."

Zachary nodded as he hummed.

"Yeah, it makes it safer for everyone since we can't adopt all of them and honestly, not all cats want to be indoors. I usually have my sister take them. I can't drive so it's a hassle to hop in an Uber and take them myself."

Leroy wondered about the driver's license thing a bit too long.

If the man could walk, he could probably drive, right?

Or maybe it was too painful or not safe for some other reason?

Or maybe he didn't just like it.

For all that he knew, he could be like himself, who had had one accident and decided never to get behind a steering wheel again.

So instead, Leroy just muttered 'I see' before picking up a cat and sitting on a stair just below Zachary.

"I'm sorry but what's your name again?" Leroy said, feeling he should get it out of the way.

"Zachary?"

The man smiled, nodding his head.

"Yeah, that's it and yours is Leroy, right?"

Leroy nodded.

"I'm sorry. I'm just super bad with names, so I thought I should make sure."

"It's okay."

"I took today off so I thought I should stop by," the younger man mumbled and Zachary squinted into the distance before he remembered it was a Friday.

The days bleed into each for the most part and there wasn't use in keeping track since he didn't work or go to school.

Every day was just another day of sitting in bed and staring into space.