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All Bark and No Bite 06

The moment so many have been waiting for...

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Chan x reader (y/n) x ot8

ABO!Nonidol!SKZ Alternate Universe

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Series Warnings: Fem reader, Smut, verryyyy nsfw, chan x reader, OT8 x reader, A/B/O, m/m/f smut, possessive! SKZ, possessive! Reader, anxiety and depression, reader is a CRYBABY, fluff, angst, virgin!reader,  cursing, violence, pet names, dom/sub dynamics, Sub reader x mostly dom SKZ, misogyny and sexism, Ateez are depicted as terrible people (sorry Atiny!) 

Chapter Warnings: Crying, nsfw content, Smut, unprotected sex, loss of virginity, fingering, mating, biting, begging, blood play(?), blood in mouths, reader is in heat, super possesive! Chan, knotting, angst, anxiety, cursing, tension in the pack, yelling, drama, Lee know being a dick

WC: 4.1k

MDNI 18+

Disclaimer: The names and faces used here are just that, names and faces, and in no way reflect the real people the characters were designed after. The views and actions of these characters do not reflect the real Stray Kids in any way shape or form. This is all for fun let’s keep it that way please. 

You were dying. You were sure of it. The fire you felt in your body was killing you. You didn’t even register it when Chan gently placed you on his bed, suddenly overcome with the pure scent of him. 

“Alpha…It hurts.” your words coming out slurred.

He was by your side, one hand running through your hair, the other keeping a steady grip on the mattress- to keep himself grounded so as to not to do anything rash. 

“M’ here Omega. It’s gonna be ok.” His pupils were dilated the biggest they have ever been. 

“Hurts so much Alpha. Please please make it stop.” You were pleading -begging- him to make it better. There was one thing in particular you wanted. One word playing in your head on a loop. 

Knot

Knot 

Knot 

Over and over again, it was making you delirious. 

Your whole body was on fire. Boiling  through your bloodstream and radiating out of your skin. So hot you couldn’t breathe, the flames engulfing your lungs. I guess that's why they call it a heat. 

Chan had been excited to work you through your first heat together, he just thought he would have more time beforehand. No time like the present, though. 

“I’ll help you, omega. Your alpha will always help his sweet omega.” He cooed at you, his body slowly moving over yours, caging you under his built frame. 

The second he was settled over you, your arms shot up and forcefully pulled the back of his head down, capturing his lips against your own. Chan let out a grunt of surprise, not expecting this shy girl to be the one to take the lead. It’s not his style, but he would let you have it this one time. He would have plenty of time to train you later. 

You lifted your hips, looking for that bit of friction- any bit you could get. At the brush of your hips against his own Chan let out an almost inhuman growl. If anyone else had heard him let out that sound they would have pissed their pants, it was so deep coming from a place inside of him he didn’t even know existed . 

He let you grind into him while he savored the taste of your mouth. Your whimpers like music to his ears. When he had his fill of your mouth (tho really he never will) he sat up and hastily removed his shirt from his body then literally tearing into your tee shirt ripping the garment in half. He was more than eager to see all of his pretty omega. Your pants were next to go, seeing the same fate as your shirt and joining it on the ground. 

“Alpha.” There was that begging tone again, “Knot. Need it.” 

“Fuck baby. Ok ok Alphas gotcha” He shimmied out of his own bottoms, throwing his pants and boxers to the floor beneath. 

To say Chan was good looking was an understatement. He was the most gorgeous man you had ever seen. His whole body toned from his years of discipline, his muscles rippling as you rake your nails across his abs. His cocky smirk gave his face a boyish charm but his sharp teeth reminded you he was a predator. 

And you were his prey. 

“Oh pretty girl. You have no idea of the naughty things I want to do to you.” He licked his teeth. 

“W-wan’ it Alpha. Wan’ it all from you.” Your words still slurring together in your plight. You would give him anything he wants. Your mind, body and soul - all of you, just MAKE IT STOP. 

Chan couldn’t hold back any longer, your words causing his self control to snap. His hands gripped your body, fully allowing himself to grind against your sex drawing helpless moans from you. 

Yes 

Yes 

YES

It felt so good, but it was not enough. You needed more. 

The alpha gripped you by the face then placed his finger against your bottom lip before slowly inserting the digit into your open mouth. He pressed down on your tongue as he collected the saliva that was accumulating, then pulled it out of your mouth and brought it down to your pussy. 

Chan used the finger to swipe through your wetness, the immediate sounds of your slick filling the air. 

“Fuck Baby you’re so fucking wet. Who made you like this, Omega?” He asked rhetorically. 

More tears escaped you, “A-alpha. Always you, my alpha.” 

Chan inserted his long finger into you, a wet gasp escaping you at the intrusion. Now it was his turn to moan. You were just so tight. Fuck, how was his cock going to fit? He would make it fit. 

“So good. Need more, Alpha. Need your knot.” Your eyes were pleading. Chans mouth left stray kisses down your chest, coming to your breasts where he took one of your nipples between his teeth, giving it a sharp tug. You felt a strike of pain at his actions, but it also felt so good- to be touched by him. 

“Mmm are you sure Omega?” He teased between bites, alternating between the two mounds. 

‘Perfect for feeding our children’ Chan could see it now, you with your breasts full of milk, leaking all over the place while you waddle around the house, his baby growing inside of you. The thought alone could make a grown man cry. 

“Yes!” You humped into his harder in response. 

“Ok baby. Alpha will give you what you want.” 

Chan grabbed his cock in his hand and rubbed the tip through your slick, collecting some of the drippage, before slowly pushing into you. 

The moan you let out was one of pure ecstasy.  Never in your life had you had something so big inside of you before. If you thought you were seeing stars before, it was nothing compared to now. Your nails found purchase in his shoulder blades, the indents turning red at how hard you pressed into him. 

“Nnnngggg '' Chan isn't faring any better. Since the moment he smelled you he had wanted to take you this way. 

“N-n-need you, alpha.” You choked out through sobs of pleasure. 

Chan buried his face into your neck, breathing heavy in your ear.

“Tell me you’ve never done this before, Omega. Tell me no other man has ever touched you like this. That no one else has taken you this way.” Chan needed you to say it, to feed his ego. 

“Tell me I’m the only one. Then I will give you all of me.” He nipped at the skin on your neck, so close to your mating gland. 

You answered without hesitation, “Only you, Alpha. Never anyone else. Only you.”

At your confession Chan growled, something absolutely primal escaping his body. The need to mark you as his feeding into his frenzy. He brought his hips back as far as he could, letting his tip just barely leave your hole, before thrusting into you harshly, his hips snapping into yours with vigor. 

“Fuccckkkk, Alpha. Please, please, please” You didn’t know what you were begging for, just that you couldn’t stop. The sound of your slick filled the room, as well as the smell of your combined scents. The liquid was literally dripping out of you, coating both your thighs and Chans balls. There was no room to care, though. Not with the way he was fucking you so nicely. His cock fit perfectly inside, filling every inch as if he was made for you. He was. 

His movements didn't slow at your whines, in fact they only increased. He was pounding into you like a rabid animal, letting you draw your pleasure from his body and in return feeding his primal urges. 

“ Gonna claim you Omega. Gonna let everyone know who you belong too.” He looked into your eyes for any hint of an objection but found none. You were too far gone to respond but somehow managed to nod your head, baring your neck in submission, waiting for him to claim his prize. 

At your submission Chans’ eyes glazed over and he opened his mouth to reveal those sharp canines. No more warning was given as he dove right for your neck, his teeth slotting over your mating gland and biting down. Hard. 

The sensation was otherworldly. You thought it would hurt, preparing for the pain that never came. Instead all you felt was intoxicating love. You felt loved, and wanted, and cared for. Like everything Chan felt for you was pouring out of him and into you. Without warning you came around his length, fluids spraying out of you and coating Chan's abdomen. 

The alpha released his hold on your neck after a few seconds, his tongue smoothing over the bloody mark left behind. His thrusts never faltered still, his driving into you gaining intensity as he neared his own release. Once your neck stopped dripping he pulled back from your neck, his lips covered in your blood. He pushed himself back on his haunches and hoisted your hips up further, his grip bruising your hips. 

Chan was panting as he spoke “ I am never letting you go. I have ruined you for anyone else. This pack is all you need, all you’ll ever need. Soon you won’t be able to breathe without us, Omega.” 

You had completely succumbed into a subspace, floating through nothing and everything all at once. You’re only thoughts consisting of him. 

“Wanna bite…” You mumbled out. “Wanna claim my Alpha.” The words were escaping you without you even registering you said them. 

Chans felt his knot start to inflate and he leaned down once more, “Do it. Claim me, Omega.”

In your daze your teeth found his neck and you bit down, his blood now filling your mouth. 

As your teeth sunk into him, Chan came inside of you. His knot inflated fully now, keeping him from thrusting any further, holding him against you. 

“Fuck, fuck fuck! Perfect little omega, love you so much.” 

His cum filled every crevice inside of you, coating you completely and spilling out around his cock. It was pure warmth. You were sure you would never tire of this feeling. 

When Chan had given you every last drop he tried to catch his breath, his lungs feeling like he ran 10 miles at full speed. 

You were slowly coming out of that mind space, now needing the comfort only your alpha could offer. You brought your hands up to rest on his cheeks, and inched your face closer to his until your mouths met again. The blood both of you had on your mouths mixing together on your lips, the taste of iron taking over completely. It wasn’t an unwelcome taste, but something about it felt dirty. Dirtier than the act the both of you had partaken in mere seconds before. 

Chan was the first one to pull back, you whining trying to keep his lips locked on yours. 

“Enough of that, Omega. Gotta’ make sure you're ok.” He gently rolled your head to the side to take a peep at the bite left behind. He let out a low whistle, “fuck, got you pretty good. M’ sorry baby.” He peppered kisses all over your face as an apology. 

“It’s ok alpha. Wanted you too.” Your clarity was returning to you slowly, your heat having been satiated for the time being. His thick knot kept you close to him. Suddenly all of your past actions were flooding your brain, the humility creeping on to you and you hid your face in his chest, a quiet sob emanating. 

Chan gave a noise of shock and the sudden appearance of your tears. Though he shouldn’t be surprised. His sweet girl seemed like she was always crying. Still, he had to make sure you were ok. 

“Aww baby, why the tears, huh?”

“M’ so so sorry, Alpha.” You sniffled, words muffled by his skin. 

“Sorry for what my love?” He was genuinely confused. 

You sniffed a few more times , trying to catch your breath before responding. “I’m sorry I acted that way… before with the other boys. I had no control over my own body, it just came on so suddenly. I know that’s no excuse but I really am so so sorry Chan. I would understand if you didn’t want me anymore. No one would want a sloppy Omega.” 

Your words filled him with a fury, harshly gripping your cheeks and turning your eyes to meet his own. 

“Did I say I didn’t want you, Omega?” You shook your head the best you could in his grip. “Then why would you think such a thing? I don’t blame you for what went down. I know you’re a sweet, shy little baby. And sweet girls would never behave that way on their own volition” Not yet anyways. 

The alpha gave you a quick peck. “No one will blame you or be mad. Especially not me. So stop saying shit like that. Like I already said - I am never letting you go. You are my true mate, were made for me. You belong to me now. Right omega?” He used your head to nod up and down. 

It was a possessive statement, and would have made any sane person want to run for the hills, but for some reason it just made you wet again. 

“Yes Alpha.” You whispered in lust, the intensity starting to return,  “I belong to you.”

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The pack members took shelter at what they called the ‘safehouse’. It was a small apartment sized home at the very edge of the property. They used it when one of the alphas went into a rut or if one of the members just needed some space for some reason. The space wasn’t really suited for more than one, maybe two, people at most. But it was this or camping and at least this place had a small kitchen and bathroom. 

There was tension amongst the guys. A lot of them replayed the events of the day in their own minds. It had been a few hours since the incident. In his shame, Jeongin locked himself in the bathroom refusing to come out no matter how much Hyunjin had begged. Hyunjin, Felix and Seungmin had been filled in by a teary eyed Jisung. 

Jisung was in a daze. He had been sitting on the porch since they arrived, just gazing out into the trees that surrounded the estate. The crystal tears every once in a while cascading down his rounded cheeks. He felt like it was all his fault. You were with him when you went into heat. You were with him when Jeongin went for you. Fuck, it was him that took you straight for the young alpha. ‘I should have warned Jeongin. I should have called him and told him to get the fuck out of the house.’ 

The first thing Jeongin did when he got to the safehouse was lock himself in the bathroom and take the hottest shower possible, he needed to rid himself of your scent. Needed to scrub you off his skin, if he didn’t he was sure it would cause an early rut. That is the last thing he needed right now. The boy was filled with deep shame. ‘I can’t believe I acted like that’ he rested his head against the shower tile. ‘How will I ever face Chan again?’ He truly didn’t know what to do, so he will do the only thing he can do right now. Stand here under the cooling water, and wallow in his mortification. 

Minho, on the other hand, was fuming. To him all of this ordeal was avoidable. Aren’t omegas supposed to be able to sense their heats coming? And how convenient it was that you happened to have said heat almost as soon as you got there. To their home. A home full of unmated men. 

Chan had also filled him in the night prior, about Hongjoong and you being promised to him. Something about all these circumstances didn’t sit right with the beta. He didn't hate you, he knew deep inside that you had no ill will, he's pretty good at sensing that kind of thing in people. Minho just can’t help but be defensive over his pack. And is wary of things disrupting the peace within his pack. He isn’t an alpha, but Minho can be protective like one. He had tried to comfort Jeongin but the alpha had made it clear he didn’t want to be bothered at all. It was breaking Minho's heart. 

Changbin was outside trying to exercise the stress away. He felt the best option for him was to sweat your smell off of him. Really, working out was his answer for everything. He was fairing well enough, though there was a little part of his brain itching with the knowledge there was a pretty omega in heat not too far away. Best to ignore that little bit of information. 

The three remaining betas were at a loss for what to do. It seemed like everyone else was in their own little worlds, replaying what had happened over and over. Felix was trying to cook something up for the pack. His motto is food fixes everything so that's what he will do!

 Hyunjin had eventually given up on his mission to comfort Jeongin, his pleading being in vain, so his next target was Jisung. Hyunjin skittered outside and crawled into Jisungs lap, bear hugging the younger man. The moment Jisung registered the warmth he broke into a sob- burying his face into Hyunjin. “Its ok Sungie. That must have been a lot for you to handle by yourself.” Jisung nodded, the hiccups beginning. “You did such a good job, you got her home safe. You know that means the world to Chan.” At the mention of their leader Jisung cried harder. 

“It’s my fault, Hyun.” Hyunjin shook his head to disagree but Jisung continued “ I should have warned Innie. I could have called him or something.” 

“Nobody blames you Sung. Not a single person in this pack would dare put you at fault for anything. You did right by your pack. Chan trusted you with her and you did what you had too. When we eventually go back home I know he will tell you the same thing.” 

That seemed to perk up the younger beta, the tears coming to a slow stop. “Y-you think so, hyung?” 

Hyunjin nodded without hesitation. “Absolutely. It will be alright.” Jisung nodded along, hugging the older boy tighter. 

Seungmin was sitting on the small sofa in the living room, observing Minho who sat a few feet away scrolling on his phone with a scowl upon his face. Seungmin wondered if now was a good time to ask just what Minhos' problem had been. It was obvious something had crawled up the elders ass but Seungmin wanted to know what. Yeah the events of today are mildly inconvenient, of course he would rather have his own bed versus an air mattress but it's really not a big deal. And Jeongin would get over it soon enough. So what was Minho's problem? 

“So what’s your deal?” 

“Huh?” Minho looked up from his phone with a confused expression. 

“I mean, I know this kinda sucks and was a shitty situation but something has been up with you since yesterday sooooooo…” Seungmin gestured with his hands for Minho to explain himself. 

The elder beta rolled his eyes, “Nothing is wrong Seungmin. It’s been a stressful day, is all.” 

“Yeah fucking right. What about yesterday? When you called Y/n a ‘situation’?” He used air quotes around ‘situation’ for emphasis. 

‘Dammit, I should have worded it better then to avoid this shit.’ Minho thought bitterly. 

“Well if you can’t fucking tell Seungmin, she has become quite the situation now, hasn’t she? Look at what happened to poor Jeongin! Not to mention Han and Changbin.” Minho had been trying to keep his voice down but couldn’t help the slight raise. 

Seungmin scoffed, “They will all be fine. Those guys are more resilient than you think they are. It was a learning experience for everyone - next time will be different.” 

“Maybe next time she can give us a fucking warning.” Minho mumbled, not intending for seungmin to hear. He did anyway. 

“So you’re gonna blame her? She just met her true mate, not to mention all the stress she’s been in ya know , having to flee her fucking entire life. So yeah I imagine her hormones are all over the place.” 

The elder beta stood in fury, “How are you just so ok with all of this?! How has none of what’s occurring bothered you?!” 

“Why would our leader -our alpha-finding his mate bother me? Why would it bother me to know we now have the missing piece of our pack? I have no issues with her. Hell, I even like her. And I can say pretty confidently that the other guys like her too. So it seems the stick is only up your ass, Minho.” Seungmin stood too, he started this argument and he won’t back down. 

It seems both guys forgot Felix was a few feet away, listening to the entire conversation with baited breath. 

He had a bad feeling this would escalate if he didn’t get involved. The small beta appeared between the two with his hands up to diffuse the tension. 

“That’s enough from you two!” Felix was trying not to tremble at his own assertiveness. 

“Felix this doesn’t concern you.” Minho tried to shoo him away. 

“My pack mates are fighting, of course it concerns me.” Felix turned to Seungmin now “Why don’t you take a walk, please. Go clear your head.” Felix gave him pleading eyes. 

Seungmin looked like he wanted to refuse but only gave a sigh and a nod before calmly walking out the door, but making a show of letting it slam behind him. 

Minho let out a breath when the younger boy had exited. Felix now had turned his attention to only Minho. “ Can we have a calm discussion about what exactly made you feel like this, min?” 

Minho sighed, plopping back into his chair and putting his head in his hands. 

“It’s not that easy, Lix. There’s so much going on in here I don’t even know where to begin.” 

Felix being the sweet boy he is, came to sit on the armrest beside the older boy, and began to rub his back in comforting circles. “ You can tell me anything. I could tell since yesterday you haven’t been yourself. I just wanna help you Min.” 

At his words Minho unloaded all his thoughts and feelings onto Felix. Every doubt, every concern, all of it. Felix listened intently, letting Min get out everything that he has been holding on too. 

“I see where you’re coming from. It’s a big sudden change for our pack. And it definitely comes with some challenges. But it’s nothing we can’t handle.” Felix was trying to help as much as he could. “I really think once we get past this hurdle, our pack will be more unified than ever!”

“Don’t take this the wrong way Felix, but I feel like you're only saying that because you want a turn with her next.” Minho griped. 

Felix looked hurt for a second but didn’t let it faze him much. “Hyung, if you got to know her I think you’d change your tune. I got to spend some real time with her yesterday and from what I've seen she is actually really great. I’m not going to sit here and lie and say there’s not an urge for me to sleep with her because there is, but if she wasn’t an omega I know I would feel the same way about her.” Felix leaned into Minho. “All I’m asking is that you give her a chance. Don’t let this one slip up ruin your relationship with her. If not for me then at least try for Chan. He’s a good leader to us and he deserves your effort.” 

Minho knew Felix was right. He didn’t want to admit it but the younger beta spoke some sense into him. There was one thing still bothering him, though. 

“What about if the Ateez pack comes for her?” 

Felix didn’t seem worried, “If they come for our omega, they will see just how strong our pack is. They won’t lay a finger on our girl.” 

“Chan would kill them first.” They spoke in unison, then looked at each other and burst into laughter. 

A/N: Finallyyyyy getting into the dirty stuff!! Also I sincerely apologize for the angst :'), it gets better!! at some point.. Thank you for reading!

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Twisted Zoo: Chapter 10

Surprise! Sorry for the lack of Jack content in this one.

I feel like this sucks but at least I wrote something ;-;

Prologue: here

Previous Chapter: here

Next Chapter: here

This is based on the stories of a keeper reader with the octotrio by @ashensgrotto and @merakiui .

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Summary: You’re a brand new zookeeper at The Halfling Zoo- a place where half-animals live in captivity. Your job is simple- feed them and study them. Your main worry is that one of the more dangerous halflings might kill you. 

Unfortunately, that may become the least of your worries.

WARNINGS: yandere themes

Note: All characters are aged up, since there will be mature themes in future parts.

Also, I can’t promise I’ll finish this. I suck at finishing stories.

NOTE 2: I decided to make this a little fluffy before shit goes down.

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It was your turn to feed the halflings dinner again. The hyenas, lions, and wolves all were going to be given the same food: hamburgers. Each was individually wrapped, and there must have been a hundred of them between the two giant buckets you were forced to carry. 

Surely that’s way too much for even all three groups combined! You groaned as you lifted the buckets. Your arms were definitely going to get a workout from this.

You trudged into the savannah, your arms already aching from the heavy load you were forced to carry. Thankfully, the hyenas were gathered on the rocks not far from the entrance.

Ruggie’s eyes lit up as soon as they saw you, letting out a bark of excitement as he leapt down from the rock he had been sitting on with the grace of a cat. He stopped a few feet away from you, as though he were waiting for a signal from you. 

You placed the buckets on the ground and lifted your hands in a calming gesture, “You know I’m not going to hurt you, Ruggie. I’ve just brought food for you all.”

Ruggie grinned and bounded forward, taking you by surprise as he pulled you into a hug, rubbing his cheek against your own. He pulled away, a sly grin on his face as he stole a burger from the left bucket and slipped away, climbing onto a large rock and unwrapping the food.

You felt a little flustered by the sudden show of affection but, with a shake of your head, you dismissed his odd behavior. Yet, Ruggie’s eyes never left your figure, his tail wagging back and forth as though he was thrilled to be able to see you.

When he came for his second helping, he reached out a hand and slid it beneath your chin. He drew his face closer until you could feel his hot breath playing across your lips. For a moment, you thought he was about to kiss you, but he spoke up instead, stumbling a little over his words, “You are special to me.”

“I am?” you were taken aback by his sudden confession.

“Yes,” Ruggie said with a wide smile, “You’re my favorite!”

“Favorite what? Researcher? Aren’t I the only researcher you know?”

Nishishishi. Ruggie giggled at your confusion, “Favorite. (Y/n) is my favorite.”

Completely nonplussed now, you gave him an awkward smile, “You’re a strange one, Ruggie.”

His smile morphed into a pout, “Am I favorite?”

You reached out a hand and messed up his fluffy blond hair, “You’re my favorite Ruggie in the whole world.”

He gave you an annoyed look, his hyena ears flat on his head. It was clear he was hoping you’d be a little less specific. But you couldn’t tell him something like “you’re my favorite hyena”, as that wouldn’t be fair to the other halflings.

You took a seat on the rock as the other hyenas came for their second helpings, skirting around you with nervous looks. Ruggie practically threw himself onto your lap, his stomach back landing on your legs as he gazed up at you. You almost shivered when you saw his expression.

His gaze was hungry, eyes dark and lips pulled into a sinister smile. He lifted a hand and cupped your cheek. He whispered something and, though it was too quiet to tell, it sounded suspiciously like he had said “mine”.

Then, his eyes fluttered closed, his hand flopped to his side, and his breathing turned even. It took you a moment to realize he had fallen asleep. You were a bit jealous that he could fall asleep so quickly and easily (it took you much longer to settle down at night). 

Some of the hyenas came for a third helping, but once all of them had deposited their wrappers in a pile near the buckets, you realized you had to move on. “Ruggie, time to wakey wakey,” you teased.

Ruggie’s eyes fluttered open and his peaceful expression became cross. His hyena ears flattened themselves against his head again and his tail lashed once, but he obediently stood up, freeing your lap so you could stand as well.

You took the wrappers to a trash can near the entrance of the enclosure and returned to the buckets. Ruggie watched you from on top of a rock, eyes sad as he watched you walk away. You felt a little bad, but you had to move on. You couldn’t just spend the entire evening with the hyenas when you had to see the lions and wolves too.

The buckets were still heavy and you felt your arms ache as you took the long walk over to the lion halflings. As you approached, Leona sat up on the rock he was lounging on. You put down the buckets and waved at him.

He leapt down from the rock gracefully and walked towards you. When he was just a few feet away, he stopped dead in his tracks and his nose screwed up in disgust, “You smell like hyena. You let one of those bone-eaters scent you?”

“Huh?” you were confused for a moment before you remembered the way Ruggie rubbed his cheek against yours and lounged across your lap. Was he scenting you then?

“Disgusting,” Leona snapped, reaching out and snatching your wrist, “You should smell like lion.” His face drew closer and you snapped out of your surprise and confusion, pulling your wrist out of his grasp and taking a step back.

“You shouldn’t be surprised I smell like hyenas, considering you aren’t the only halflings I care for,” you snapped, “That doesn’t give you permission to scent me too!”

Leona let out a growl deep in his throat and you involuntarily took another step back. His eyes narrowed, as though he was deep in thought. Then, a somewhat sinister smile spread across his face, “Of course, you’re right.” Somehow, his tone seemed condescending, as though you were too stupid to understand him, “I’ll have a talk with the hyenas, and no one will scent you again.”

A shiver ran up your spine, “You don’t have to do that.”

“Oh but I do,” Leona growled, “Now, you brought us food, I believe? Or are you going to stand there gaping like a fish?”

You closed your mouth and pursed your lips into a deep frown. Leona was really getting on your nerves, “Yeah, I did. Feel free to grab something, your highness.”

Leona didn’t seem offended by your dig, if anything, a smirk pulled at the corner of his lips. He grabbed a wrapped burger from the bucket closest to him and leaned in as close as he could while doing so.

The other lions followed his example, grabbing burgers and eating them under the tall rock that Leona had resumed lounging on. The king of the jungle gazed at you with darkened eyes and you were surprised to read the jealousy on his features. Was the great Leona really jealous of some hyenas?

You tried to shake the ridiculous idea from your mind, but you just couldn’t believe otherwise when you looked at his expression. You didn’t like the way he gazed across the savannah at the group of hyenas with a sneer on his lips.

“Leona,” you called up to him. He turned his furious gaze on you, eyes burning, and you shut your mouth, the words dying on your tongue, “Never mind.” You picked up the buckets and turned around. You heard a light thump as Leona jumped down from the rock again.

Arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you close to a toned chest. You grabbed his wrists and tried to wrench them from your body but Leona didn’t budge. “Let me go,” you demanded firmly. 

The lion halfling placed his chin on your shoulder and let out a sigh, “Why do you tempt me so?”

You furrowed your brow, “That sounds like a ‘you problem’. Now let go.”

Leona obeyed with a chuckle, his arms disappearing from your waist, “You’re entertaining, you know that?”

You refused to look back, angry that he had put his hands on you, and simply walked away. You didn’t breathe again until the enclosure door shut behind you. You leaned against the wall and slid to the ground, entirely nonplussed by what had gone on between you and the lion halfling.

You took a moment to process the encounter, then stood up with a sigh. You hoped all of the lions’ bellies had been filled with only one burger, since you hadn’t stuck around long. You checked your watch and were happy to see that it was still fairly early. That way, it wouldn’t be too dark out when you brought the burgers to the wolves.

You hurried down the pathway to the wolf enclosure, looking off in the distance where the sun was beginning to turn the sky pink and orange. Maybe if you hurried, the wolves wouldn’t all want to kill you.

Unfortunately, as you entered the enclosure, the only wolf you were met with was Jack. That wasn’t to say you weren’t happy to see him, especially as he gave you the most endearing smile ever.

“Is there any way to feed the other wolves without getting my skin torn off?” you asked him. 

Jack shook his head and your heart sank. He seemed to notice your disappointment because he spoke up, “But you have me.”

“I know, Jack,” you sighed, “But I want to get to know the other wolves too.”

Jack’s smile disappeared and his eyes narrowed a little, “But you have me. I protect you.”

“I appreciate that, I really do,” you said in a soothing voice, “But I need to interact with all of the halflings, not just you.”

Jack’s expression darkened, his shoulders hunching over, “They’re dangerous. They hurt you. I can’t let anything happen to you,” his voice grew tight with emotion, and he looked down at you with such a lost expression that your heart twisted.

“Maybe if you help me, they will grow to like me,” you suggested. Jack shook his head and grabbed the buckets off the ground. Before you could protest, he disappeared into the forest.

You tried to follow, but he had completely left you behind. Soon enough, you were lost in the trees, looking this way and that, before Jack returned to you with empty buckets.

“They have eaten,” he said gruffly.

You sighed, “Thanks…” Jack didn’t seem to understand your disappointment, as he merely took your hand in his larger one and led you back to the enclosure exit. He smiled gently at you and said in a soft voice, “Safe.”

You couldn’t really argue with that.

Ruggie and Leona watched in amusement as the zoo staff brought out the body bags from the wolf enclosure across the path from them. “She’s becoming quite popular,” Leona murmured, “Enough for a wolf to turn against his own pack.”

Ruggie pouted, “I want her to be mine. Not anyone else’s.”

Leona chuckled darkly, “You’ll have to put those thoughts aside if you really want to take our deal. You know that a war against lions who obey only me and hyenas that will run away with their tails between their legs will end in only one way.”

Ruggie’s ears flattened against his head, “I’ll share, but only with you. Three’s a crowd.”

The lion nodded, “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

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『 Pegging them 』

☼ synopsis: you peg your boyfriend for the first time and both of you lose yourself in the pleasure it brings him.

☼ characters: Sakura, Tsubaki, Umemiya

☼ wc: 2.8k (1.0k / 0.8k / 1.0k)

☼ cw: gn!reader, afab!reader, anal play, pegging, rimming Ume, oral (reader giving and mentions of receiving), pet names angel/bunny, praise, consent checks, cum eating, slight overstimulation, hair pulling

☼ notes: thank you for the cafe and the members that kept me insane while writing this. @stunie @dearsylus @hayatoseyepatch shoutout to you three especially 🫶 || sign up for the taglist

ˑ༄ؘ ۪۪۫۫ ▹ Sakura:

✧ Sakura was quite shy when it came to intimacy and he would rarely ever speak up about things he'd like to try.

✧ It was you who brought it up since you wanted to try it out and see if you both could perhaps be into it.

✧ Your boyfriend immediately blushed furiously and denied your request, far too embarrassed to say yes right away.

✧ He did however research a little and perhaps he had watched a few videos to see if it turns him on - which it did.

✧ Of course he was a little nervous but he trusted you with his life and so far you never teased him or made fun of him for the things he enjoys.

✧ So he eventually gave the green light. It was very sudden and took you off guard but you didn't push the topic.

✧ When you two were ready to try it out, Sakura was quite tense the entire time so you tried to reassure him.

✧ "We don't have to, you know" you coo gently as you stroke his rock hard cock slowly, your thumb occasionally running over the small slit to smear some of the precum that was leaking.

✧ "J-Just get it over with! I said i-i...want it" he barked out, although he got more quiet towards the end and his face grew hotter, unable to look at you.

✧ His defensive reaction made you grin, he was so curious but too shy to admit it and trying to play it off but you looked right through him.

✧ Sakura’s one condition was that he can lay on his stomach or be on all fours, not wanting you to look at him.

✧ You didn't mind it, almost preferring the view you had with your sweet lover on all fours, presenting himself so willingly.

✧ His face was burning in at least 10 shades of red when you reached around him to stroke his pretty cock while applying some lube to his puckered hole.

✧ "You know the word to stop, Haru" you whisper against his skin before kissing down the spine - goosebumps rising on his skin.

✧ Sakura didn't answer, balling the sheets in his fists instead when your finger moved to massage his ass ever so gently.

✧ "Shh it's okay, Haru... relax," your breath was hot against his lower back, small kisses calming him down and allowing you to slip a single finger inside.

✧ His eyes shot wide open when the first knuckle went in and you almost moaned at the sight of your finger disappearing at a slow pace.

✧ The second you started gently thrusting your finger, his body slowly sunk into the mattress, his face buried in the pillows beneath so you won't hear the way he's panting, soft moans slipping out despite holding them back.

✧ Your boyfriend felt far too good and you were able to hear those sweet high pitched moans, almost resembling whines when his hips started grinding into the sheets for some much needed friction on his dick.

✧ Using this knowledge you slipped a second finger inside, a loud gasp erupting from him in the process and you couldn't help but marvel at the sight.

✧ Sakura was in utter bliss when you curled your fingers and scissored him open, preparing him for the small dildo that’s attached to the harness around your hips.

✧ "S-stop... please" Sakura begged with a little crack in his voice and the second you slipped your fingers out, a concerned look on your face, his hips shot up but it was too late, ropes of cum shot onto the bed in small spurts.

✧ He was shocked and embarrassed from how sudden the orgasm crashed over him but you wanted more now, wanting to see him come undone when you pound into him, bruising his prostate.

✧ Rubbing soothing circles on his lower back you helped him calm down from the intense orgasm, not teasing him over it since he looked so vulnerable, almost embarrassed.

✧ “Felt really good, hm? Want to stop it here or do you want to keep going?” You asked as soft as you could muster, unsure what he needed in that moment.

✧ “I said you can f-fuck me tonight…” he mumbled and his eyes couldn't even meet yours when he got on all fours again.

✧ You didn't bother asking another time since he felt so defensive, simply applying lube to the strap and some more on his puckered hole.

✧ Teasing fingers massaging his ass soon got replaced with the slight pressure of the dildo trying to slip in and his cock twitched in excitement - if your fingers felt this good, the strap would feel even better.

✧ You tried your best to push in slow but his ass welcomed the intrusion almost eager, swallowing up the purple toy until your hips were flush with his butt cheeks.

✧ Sakura was already fucked out of his mind, the strap making him feel so fucking full and you didn't know if his mouth or the tip of his cock was leaking more liquids when you started rocking your hips into him.

✧ “fuck” he kept muttering profanities under his breath until his head buried itself into the pillow again, his hand tugging on his cock in the same rhythm you fucked him.

✧ “Nuh-uh you don't get to hide these fucking hot sounds from me” You groaned as you gripped a fist full of his hair to get his face out of the pillows.

✧ Just as you lifted him up he moaned loudly at a particular harsh thrust, unable to do anything but pant as his eyes screwed shut and the liquid ivory of his release slowly started to cover his hand.

✧ Turns out Sakura was into getting his hair pulled as well as his cute as fucked.

ˑ༄ؘ ۪۪۫۫ ▹ Tsubaki:

✧ Tsubaki was never the silent type when it came to the things he liked - this also went over to the more intimate aspects of your relationship.

✧ So you shouldn't have been surprised when you had your head resting on his lap as slender fingers played with your hair that he would ask you a very spicy question but you turned into a shocked mess for a moment.

✧ “Would you like to peg me one day?” He was really bold with his question but upon realizing how you froze up he realized it was a bit too bold so he laughed.

✧ “You don't need to, i just wondered if you're into it” he reassured you, not expecting an answer right away either but you nodded, laughing now too.

✧ “I've never pegged anyone but if you guide me i'd be so down” you answered amused, the thought of rutting into him excited you.

✧ The both of you talked about it here and there after the initial question got asked and actually ordered a toy together - Well he chose one given he would be the one having to take it but you got a say for the strap and the color of the dildo attached to it.

✧ Anal play was never entirely off the table with Tsubaki, his rule being that there aren't any taboos as long as it makes you both feel good so you've fingered him countless times before.

✧ You both were in the middle of a makeout session, his fingers. buried in your cunt when he nipped at your neck gently, a grin spreading over the red lips, the lipstick smeared onto your face as well by now.

✧ “Want you to fuck me so good… Can you do that for me, bunny?” he asked with a voice as sweet as honey and how could you say no to him when he asked like that?

✧ Eagerly you nodded and watched him saunt over to his little toy collection to get the strap out, the dimmed standing lamp in the corner of the room making him look even more beautiful in that lacey lingerie he wore.

✧ And you should have known when he dressed so pretty that he had some plans with you tonight but you appreciated the sight just a moment longer before he returned to the bed, wanting to help you with the strap.

✧ Gently he secured the little straps before leaning down to let his tongue travel over your glistening folds just to tease you before taking the toy into his mouth, head bobbing up and down a few times before he pulled away with a wet pop.

✧ The sight was so fucking hot and he pushed you back onto the mattress to squeeze some of the lube onto the toy before straddling your hips.

✧ “Should i play with you fir-” He didn't let you finish your question, a steamy kiss interrupting you mid sentence and his tongue invaded your mouth the same time the toy slid into him.

✧ The way he moaned into the kiss made you shudder, hands traveling to his hips to help him move the way he did for you so many times before.

✧ Tsubaki looked utterly beautiful on top of you like this, head thrown back in pure bliss and the soft light shining against him, making his silhouette glow and giving him an ethereal look as his pretty cock kept bouncing with the rhythm of his hips.

✧ Your nails were digging into his smooth skin, feeling as if you'd come untouched, just from watching him ride you the way he does.

✧ “You're doing so good for me, my prettiest angel,” he mused between sinful moans, guiding your hand to his achingly hard cock that stood proudly.

✧ “Making me feel so -fuck- so fucking good, my angel” he whispered between moans he couldn't control anymore and you could feel his cock twitch in your hand.

✧ You almost grew shy when he rocked his hips, jaw unlocking as he moaned your name like a mantra and his release painted your torso, making you wish some of it would have landed on your tongue instead.

✧ Tsubaki's toned thighs were shaking once he came down from his high, his chest rising and falling as he tried to catch a breath but his thumb smeared some of his cum over your chest, covering the pad of the digit in his release.

✧ “Open up, bunny” he cooed and pushed his thumb past your lips, letting you lick off his seed. as his finger estes heavy on your tongue, your hips slowly thrusting upwards to fuck into him. You tasted blood and now you wanted more.

ˑ༄ؘ ۪۪۫۫ ▹ Umemiya:

✧ Umemiya had no taboos. Not when it came to you or intimate moments - if it's consensual and feels good everything goes.

✧ It's not like you both had to ask each other to try new things or actually sat down to talk about something, usually it just happened.

✧ Like that one time where you gave him the sloppiest head he ever got just to lick the saliva that dripped down his balls up and he pushed your head further down.

✧ He didn't demand, it was more like a gentle nudge to let you know he'd like you to lick a little further down and you gave him what he wanted.

✧ You've never heard Umemiya moan so hoarse as when your tongue flicked over his hole and this wasn't the only time you rimmed him, loving how much he enjoys it.

✧ Things just escalated from there on to the point where you fingered him until his thighs were shaking, his untouched cock spurting hot cum from his first prostate orgasm.

✧ Umemiya wanted more. The intense feeling of this orgasm made him wonder what it would feel like if you'd fuck him with one of your pretty toys.

✧ So next time you two were in the mood, Umemiya showed you his newest piece in the toy collection, a cute strap you can wear to fuck his brain out.

✧ And who are you to deny him his wishes if he wanted to be utterly fucked out beneath you?

✧ Umemiya wasn't nervous at all when you pushed his knees closer to his chest, nails raking over the underside of his legs all the way to his cute butt cheeks.

✧ “Keep holding your legs open for me, pretty boy,” you instructed as you secured the strap around your waist and Umemiya only nodded, his hands holding onto his thighs.

✧ “That's my good boy,” you mused and kissed each thigh once and then turned your attention to his balls before slowly sucking him off.

✧ His head fell back against the pillows the moment your lips wrapped around his bulbous tip. Gosh how much he wanted to watch you hollow out your cheeks but he could barely keep his eyes open from how good you made him feel.

✧ Your tongue swiping over his frenulum felt so good he almost missed how two lubed up fingers slipped inside of him, his knuckles going white from how hard he held onto his legs.

✧ “Oh f-fuck” he cursed out when you started massaging his prostate, your head still bobbing up and down his length until you felt like you prepped him enough to take the pastel pink colored toy.

✧ Umemiya gasped when you removed your fingers, feeling the tip of the dildo press against his puckered hole and he held his breath at the sensation.

✧ “Changed your mind, Angel?” You asked sweetly and one hand moved to gently stroke over the knuckles of his left hand.

✧ “Please fuck me” he groaned out almost desperate. In your bliss of playing with him you didn't even notice that you accidentally edged him.

✧ His pretty cock started twitching against his abs when you slowly and gently pushed the strap into his ass, watching how his brows knit together and his jaw fell open.

✧ The thin layer of sweat made him look as if he's glowing, the rays of sunshine that were shining through the half closed blinds made him look like an angel beneath you.

✧ You were so busy watching his face contort in utmost pleasure that you almost missed how his cock twitched, thick ropes of cum painting his abdomen after just the first few thrusts.

✧ He couldn't even moan, a silent scream was all he managed as his jaw hung open, hard panting everything you heard as you kept rocking into him.

✧ “You're taking me so well, looking so fucking hot,” you moaned at the sight of Umemiya’s abs covered in cum and his half limp dick begging for attention when he tried bucking into you.

✧ “Keep- keep fucking going” he moaned deeply and grabbed a fist full of your hair to pull you into a heated kiss.

✧ Your hips started snapping into him, almost pounding into your white haired lover as wanton moans fell from his lips, your name sounding like a lewd prayer when your hand wrapped around his overstimulated cock.

✧ Umemiya was a fierce leader and only you were able to have him helpless beneath you, reducing him to a moaning mess for mind blowing pleasure.

✧ You couldn't wait for what he had in store for you after this, knowing that you're playing with fire when you push his boundaries and overstimulate him like that.

✧ A loud moan followed by a soft whimper was all you heard when he came a second time from getting his prostate milked like that.

✧ Strong arms pulled you flush against his body as his hips bucked upwards and spreading the cum between your bodies, creating a sticky mess which none of you minded.

✧ “Can we stay like this for a moment?” He asked exhausted once the shockwaves of the orgasm wore off, his chest rising and falling rapidly at how heavy he was breathing.

✧ All you could do was nod, completely exhausted from fucking him like that, admiring how much stamina he had since he never seemed this tired after he was done with you.

✧ The both of you stayed like that, the toy still deep inside of him but he needed to catch his breath before anything else, starting to like the feeling of being this full.

Networks: @pixelcafe-network @interstellar-inn @houseofsolisoccasum

[randombush3]

cherry wine

jenni hermoso x reader

part one

i hate this but i'm posting it anyway LOL

also sorry if it doesn't make sense but just like don't read into it 🙂

thanks @codiemarin for part two's idea xx

i also feel like every character deserves an apology in this

p.s. not proofread soz

Jenni decides that she doesn’t mind too much. 

She is happy in Mexico, and, just like in Paris, her escape becomes a person, not a place. 

You have moved, and now you speak Spanish. She still doesn’t know where you are from. 

Your husband, however, is a lot more forthcoming. He works in oil. He owns a quarter of the club; he bought the shares without a second thought. You have no daughter but your husband wants women’s football to have a future. He isn’t a bad man, which Jenni hates. 

He is kind – filthy rich, but kind – and it makes it hard to hurt such a good person. 

Fortunately, ‘hard’ and ‘impossible’ are not synonymous. 

Motherhood brings about no thaw, but your iciness is what has always made you so enticing to Jenni. 

She memorises your address, and she is now the one who appears. The security guards open the gates for her when the time is right, and if it isn’t, they hustle her to a nearby bar and instruct her to wait. She waits obediently. She waits because you always call her back at some point. 

When you are with Jenni, cold fingertips warmed, eyes burning with desire, the tightrope she walks widens. She plants her feet with certainty, however false it may be. She looks down at the wire to avoid the world that blazes around her, and she never dares to look ahead because she knows that it is never going to be the right time to ask. 

It looks ugly, but it’s clean. 

Jenni is happy to be with you; happy here in Monterrey, just as she was happy there in Paris. 

Happy to hide and drag herself out of your bed past midnight. 

His bed. (She tries not to think about it.)

The complicating factor is the two little boys running around the mansion, chased by tired nannies who aren’t sure how to explain why their mother needs to be left alone with their favourite footballer. That’s what Jenni becomes, unluckily, because your husband is so forward-thinking that he takes the boys to see the girls. 

Although your piercing eyes can make Jenni shiver, the boys are unaffected. They run rings around everyone, but Jenni can sometimes bark out a command and get them to sit. 

Often enough, they sit an appropriate distance from your bedroom, patiently waiting for your private meeting to be over before hounding Jenni the minute she emerges. They take no notice of her tousled hair or wild eyes, and their attention flings Jenni’s tears back inside of her whenever you get a bit too harsh with her, so it’s all good. 

When her mother calls and asks why Jenni has learnt French now instead of when she played there, she tells her not to fuss. 

Jenni is removed from those who care about her, but the haze of comfort you provide blinds her to her mistakes. 

You are hers and she is yours. 

She lies in the palm of your hand and likes when your fist closes around her. She feels safe that way. 

She likes when there is blood because the blood tastes as sweet as cherry wine. Blood is proof that you are real. Your blood runs hot like tar, and she is glad to be rooted to the spot. 

Weeks go by, and Jenni’s latest medal begins to strangle her. 

You are starting to fall in love. 

It’s never happened before. 

It’s not dutiful and it’s not because you are too weak to overcome a woman’s nature; incapable of recoding the innate forces of motherhood. It’s not as taxing or exhausting, and it is certainly not the chore you thought love would be. 

Love is radiation, in a sense, and you cannot conceal it. 

Jenni is unaware that she should dress herself in lead, but suddenly everything is contaminated and, apparently, it is all her fault. 

He’s away. 

Jenni knows he is away because he said goodbye to her when he visited the team during their training session. He wished her luck for the match, he professed his faith in her to bring his club success. He is slowly losing the French accent when he speaks, he is slowly catching up to her. 

He’s away but this time she can’t shake the feeling of him in your bed. 

It’s never happened before. 

She still wants it, but her crime is flashing bright red in her mind. 

You, guilty too, flee from the lawless land you have built.

“We’re going to the Maldives for our anniversary,” you inform her, even though there is no reason for her to know. She is not this ‘we’. 

She’s actually never been included in a ‘we’. 

“And the boys?” Jenni asks with interest. She’d prefer them to tag along. It being less romantic would make her feel better. 

“The boys are staying here.” You turn around and face the window as she rises from the crumpled sheets. The blinds part enough for you to catch glimpses of laughing figures chasing each other around the poolside, shouts sounding frantically from their nanny about watching their step. “You’ll visit them while I’m away, right? They really like you.” 

“I really like them.” You smile. It reaches your eyes and Jenni sees the reflection of it in the glass. Wishing her hands could frame you, she feels encouraged to continue. “I like anything of yours. I adore you.”

Your response is as closed as a fist, but your ribs flare open and your heart is on display, thumping and thumping, and Jenni knows that she is holding the key to a rusted lock. It’s neither shiny nor new, but it is the right one this time. 

Jenni guards the key in your absence but she is going to hand it back to you. 

She does visit the boys, driving over daily, rolling her eyes when the guards remind her that you are not yet done with your holiday and punctuating her sentences curtly. They ask her about Spain. Jenni finds herself explaining lesbianism too. 

She can’t help but associate Spain with people she’d rather not think about, but the boys strike her as perfect blends of you and your husband and she is very quickly forcing those thoughts into her mind. 

She books a flight and she goes home, ensuring there is an overlap with your holiday so that you are the one who has to do the welcoming when she returns. 

“You’re not really here for work, are you?” Alexia sees right through her, amused by Jenni’s foolishness. “I have a girlfriend, Jenni.” 

“I need to forget mine,” Jenni replies quietly. 

Her attempt is futile and her desperation wanes the moment her plane lands. 

She tried. 

She can’t escape from it though; from you. 

You are still falling in love with Jenni. Distance didn’t stop it like you thought it would. 

You tried. 

Your husband grows busier and leaves more often. 

There is more time to fall in love with Jenni, and it suffocates you like some brainwashing, poisonous gas. 

You search for a cure for your illness, but there is no cure for the absence of infirmity. 

Your plan to drive her away is to echo how traumatising Paris must have been, but sleeping with Jenni furiously is infuriating. It doesn’t work! 

It doesn’t last, and, like some tired soldier, your fire is blown out and only softer, sweeter, more merciful embers remain.

There is no fight left, but you are in denial. 

The battle is lost and won, yet the victor is unclear. Is it Jenni, who is clutched closer and asked to sleep over? Is it you, with a delicious ache in your muscles and steaming blood coursing through your veins? 

“Do you love me?” 

You pale at how obvious you must have become and you don’t know how to answer. 

Jenni decides that she doesn’t mind too much. 

[affableramen]

They return home drunk ~ genshin impact men x you, the reader

Suitable for characters: Neuvillette, Pantalone, Ayato.

Tags: gender neutral reader.

Notes: I dunno what this is. Very silly.

You heard the door open into your house and you identified it was your long-expected s/o. You have been meaning to call him as you got occasionally worried. However as soon as the door was shut with what seemed a lazy motion according to the silent noise, you realised it was actually nothing to worry about. Your boyfriend just appeared to be silly.

“Darling?” You tried to reach him with your voice.

The door was finally shut, and the next sound you heard was a groan of disappointment. “Gah!” His heavy body fell against the wall. You walked out of your room and went to the stairs to have a proper look. You tried to suppress your laugh when you saw him in such a ridiculous state.

“Darling! What—”

“…No one loves me. I am so lonely. So poor and pathetic”, he said as he started approaching the stairs but of course, he had to not notice the first step and naturally bumped into it. The fall could not be called gracious as your man did not foresee the barrier. You immediately started going downstairs to lend him a hand yet he raised his palm and stopped you.

“I’m fine, I can take care of myself”, he glared at you with the eyes full of annoyance and shifted his weight to the side. “I don’t need help of some… heroes”, he spat.

The colder man held onto the staircase for a few seconds, heavily breathing, rubbing his nose and muttering something unintelligible before he moved up. There was such distance, such melancholy in the aura around him, that was quite a sight. You were left to wonder where and with whom he had to gulp so much. Seeing that the man did not need your help you returned to your room and laid in the bed. It was quite late, in fact. You grabbed the book you paused in and looked forward to seeing more cringe from your beloved, but incredibly drunk person.

There was dim light in your room- you had a weird habit of reading if not in a complete darkness. After all, too much light was bad for migraines, you thought. And just when you relaxed you heard heavy, long footsteps approaching your room. You put your book to the side and met the man with a curious gaze.

“I thought you did not want to talk?”

“I don’t want talking”, he barked briefly. His eyes, even if alcohol-hazed, were gloomily glowing in the darkness.

The man was going straight into the room, heading to your bed and as he finally crawled to the area, he unwrapped his outer coat and revealed his shirt, (unbuttoned on the top as if he was feeling hot, made him look sexier).

“Why do you look disheveled? You been with someone?”

“You fool”, he climbed onto the bed and shifted his weight on top of you, grasping you tightly and gently at the same time. “Of course I wasn’t. I just felt hot. How could I cheat…” gasp, “…on a gorgeous little prince/princess like you.”

You pulled your hand into his hair and played with some locks. A satisfied moan escaped his dry lips as his face muscles gave up and he relaxed in your embrace.

“I thought you were unhappy with something.”

He moved away for a sec and looked into your eyes deeply, and caressed your cheek.

“I am most unhappy with myself… Take a look at me closely. I am so loser, am I not?”

“No”, with a swift motion you got into a sitting position where both of you were in front of each other. “Not at all. Let me hold you, would you like it?” You were tenderness itself when you were with this man. It was only for him.

“Very much, hold me please. I only allow you to see me like this. You’re the one who accepts me. I cannot imagine my life without you anymore.”

“There, there… It’s the alcohol saying in you.”

The man shook his head.

“No, I mean what I say. No one out there understands me, not one… except for you. But loving you is my torture AND bliss; I hate that I have feelings for you. I know that I should not. I am used to distance myself from the people, I have long forgotten what it is like to trust… Being affable and friendly on public has nothing in common with being not hostile internally. I despise so much around me, yet I never let it be displayed. My people have to witness a perfect image… a designed, refined statue such as I present to them. And sometimes, this façade makes my inner feelings boil even more. Because I know how deep down I despise those I smile to…”

“Pookie… You are forcing these silly thoughts attack you again. I told you to get more sleep, but you always do as you please.”

“See? I am so selfish.”

“I did not mean that. I am only saying that you should consider my advice… once in a while.”

“You are too caring, baby. You deserve a better man, less troublesome.”

“Let me choose for myself”, you brushed his cheek with the back of your hand. “Besides, if you had these pent-up feelings, you know you can always come to me for a little chat.”

“I see… But I did not wish you to tolerate the pathetic condition that I am in,” he laughed at himself. “Well, this one ain’t better. This one might be even worse.”

“I don’t mind your ‘pathetic’ condition. You look rather charming, love.”

The man leaned towards you placing his head on your shoulder, his cheek rubbing against you. As you put your hand over his hair, caressing it once more, you heard silent, yet calm breathing.

“Uh, the alcohol got him.”

Attempting to not disturb the peaceful sleep of your darling, you deliberately pushed him back onto your bed, making sure the pillows were comfortably enough beneath his head, and covered him with the duvet.

“We’ll talk again tomorrow. Sleep tight.”

[strangererotica]

EXPLICIT CONTENT | MINORS DNI

Eddie Munson x Reader

You’ve asked Eddie to try something new tonight: you want him to get mean. As it turns out, Eddie takes to his new role surprisingly well. Includes degradation kink, use of words ‘bitch,’ and ‘puppy,’ directed toward Reader.

Eddie slammed the front door shut, making you jump. “(Y/N)?” Eddie called, his voice tinted with a white hot rage. “Where the hell are you?”

It was all a game, but the tone of his voice still sent a chill down your spine. And that was the point. You’d told Eddie how you wanted him to rough you up a little tonight (your exact words had been “get mean, Eddie…”) and what better way to start than by pretending to come home royally pissed off?

You left the kitchen and walked to the living room where Eddie had entered. When you saw him, the change in his features stole your breath for a few seconds. Eddie’s entire countenance was darker, his eyes glaring at you with an intensity that both excited and frightened you. Who was this? He looked like your Eddie, but…sinister. Completely unlike his true character. His commitment to the role you’d asked him to play was impressive, in the sexiest way possible…

He turned his key in the lock, staring you down while he did so. “Yeah,” Eddie snapped at you. “That’s right. You’re not going anywhere…”

It was hard not to giggle, because seeing this kind of behavior from Eddie was so…odd. It was similar to the experience of watching a horror movie; you’re scared, but it’s a fun kind of scared, because you know that none of it’s real; throughout the entire experience, your safety is guaranteed.

Your poorly-suppressed grin wasn’t missed by Eddie. He took a deliberate step closer, his eyes narrowing coldly. “Somethin’ funny?” he practically growled.

You pulled your lips in, trying to hide your excitement. “Mmm-mmm,” you mumbled, shaking your head ‘no.’ But Eddie was hardly convinced.

He gently grabbed a handful of your hair, clutching it at the back of your neck. You gasped, the silly grin evaporating from your lips. “Since you wanna act like a bitch-.” Eddie tugged you closer. “-Why don’t you get on the ground where a bitch belongs?”

Your pulse was racing, heat warming your cheeks. Eddie was fucking good at this. You could feel your body responding to him, the soft pressure between your legs beginning to throb.

You went to your knees at Eddie’s feet, his hand at the top of your head, holding you in place. He unzipped his pants, freeing his stiff, leaking cock. Your mouth watered with the need to taste him, to trace the prominent veins lining his cock with your tongue. It was reflexive, the way you automatically wrapped your lips around Eddie’s tip.

But he was not pleased. Eddie yanked your head backwards, breaking the seal of your mouth on his cock with a loud pop.

“Is that how a good little bitch behaves?” Eddie scolded, his tone condescending. He held your head still and laid his dick across your face. Eddie’s balls rested under your chin, his shaft covering your face to your forehead, where his tip leaked precum into your hair.

“Hold still,” he ordered. “Like a good little puppy…You want your treat? You’ll have to earn it.” Eddie made you sit patiently at his feet, poised with his cock on your face, for a full thirty seconds. He was literally treating you like his bitch, a dog to be trained.

“Good girl,” Eddie finally said, and took hold of his cock by the base, rubbing his tip along your lips. “You’ve earned a taste. Now, if you want all of it-.” Eddie’s cock pulsed in his fist. “I’m gonna need to hear you bark…”

“And what if I refuse?” you asked, feeling daring. Eddie almost broke character as a grin formed on his lips. But he shook it away immediately, reverting back to ‘mean Eddie.’

“Then you’ll have to be punished,” he replied. Eddie put his cock away, pressing it against his stomach and zipping it behind his pants. You pouted, longing to taste Eddie’s cock again. He lifted you off your knees and brought you to the couch, where he sat, and pointed to the floor in front to him. “Down,” Eddie commanded.

You went to your knees, hoping Eddie would take his cock back out. He did, but not with the intention of letting you suck it. Eddie had other ideas.

He wrapped a hand around his shaft and lazily stroked himself. Eddie positioned one of his feet between your knees, his black leather boots clunking against the floor. “Here’s what’s going to happen,” he explained. “You’re going to watch me jerk off, and make yourself come on my boot…”

You obediently pressed your pussy against Eddie’s boot, shivering slightly at the cold feeling of the leather. “That’s a good girl,” Eddie praised. You squeezed your thighs around his foot. “Do a good job humping my boot, ‘n maybe I’ll let you hump my cock next…”

Eddie’s arrogance had you dripping. You began to roll your hips forward and back, rubbing your cunt against Eddie’s boot while he stroked himself, just as he’d instructed. The softness of the leather felt so good as you smeared your cunt over it. Eddie’s breath was husky as he watched you, his eyes alternating between the space where your cunt met his boot, and the view of your breasts bouncing between his knees as you humped him.

“Fuck, honey,” Eddie panted, the look in his eyes gorgeously vulnerable. “That’s so fucking hot; Christ-we should have tried this a long time ago…”

With Eddie in the weakened state he was currently in, you sensed he might be willing to let you taste his cock again. Before you could ask, Eddie was already grabbing a fistful of your hair and guiding your mouth over him. He used both his hands on top of your head to push you down, till you were swallowing his cock as far as you could take him.

The sound of your soft gurgles and grunts pushed Eddie over the limit. His fingers tightened inside your hair, a feral groan rumbling from his chest as he spilled his release against the back of your throat.

Finally tasting Eddie’s cum, after he’d made you wait so long for it, was like receiving a reward. You gulped Eddie’s semen and pressed your cunt more firmly into his boot, increasing the pace of your humping him. You felt the ache between your thighs grow shaper, reaching a peak, till you were coming on Eddie’s boot. Your slippery release gushed over the leather and ran down the sides of his boot, puddling on the floor between Eddie’s feet.

He pulled you onto the couch, holding you in his lap while both your breathing gradually returned to normal. Your gentle, sweet Eddie was back; and while you’d loved seeing him pretend to be someone else for awhile, you loved the real Eddie most of all…♥️

[itgetsdark-x]

imagine sneaking off with dbf!joel as he’s at a family function with your dad. i can totally imagine him being smug because he knows that the guys closer to your age can’t make you feel nearly as good, a hand clamped over your mouth as he fucks you stupid in the bathroom or his truck.

A/N: oh anon, the thought of this had me going feral, like barking at a wall feral so I had to write it… I hope you like it! pls send me more ideas like this, I love them a lot <3

Summary: you knew that today was the day that you pushed Joel Miller over the edge; it was either going to be the best mistake you’d ever made or the ablsolite worst one.

Warnings: 18+ (minors dni), it’s just smut tbh, unprotected p in v (pls be sensible, wrap before u tap), lil bit of pussy slapping, age gap (unspecified age of reader, but definitely over the legal age <3)

Word Count: 2.9k

Characters: dbf!Joel Miller x (f) reader

“Meet me upstairs in 5 minutes, I’ll be in the bathroom, knock twice and I’ll let you in. Be a good girl now.” Joel growled in your ear, his hot breath fanned over your neck and you swallowed roughly. He squeezed your ass and with that, he was gone and he had disappeared upstairs. 

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You stared blankly into the empty kitchen and out to the full garden; your dad had called everyone round for a ‘family’ BBQ but of course that extended to Joel & Tommy Miller and all their work colleagues. You were celebrating your dad’s birthday and he wanted ‘all his closest’ people there. You had known Joel for a couple years, he was a colleague of your dad’s and in turn, they became super close in their personal life. 

You had always played a bit of a game with the older male; he was the same age as your dad and you knew it was a bit stupid but you couldn’t help it. It started slow, you would hold onto him for a second too long during a hug, brush your fingers on his thigh if he told a funny joke and you even got as bold as to sit in his lap. From the moment you placed yourself down, you felt the older male shift awkwardly underneath you and you felt his cock swell in his jeans, his hand gripped the chair he was sat in and you smirked when you saw his jaw tense. To everyone it seemed innocent, just Joel’s best friend’s daughter being friendly to someone who was in her life a lot. You both knew differently and you loved to see his reactions to each tease. 

That’s how you were in this position today and you knew you had pushed him too far this time. It was a warm day so you donned your best sundress for the occasion; it was short, shapely and left little to the imagination. You sat down on one of the garden chairs and basked in the sun, as soon as Joel walked into the garden you had clocked him and you bounded over to him to give him a hug, as you ran over, you made sure to flaunt your assets and push your arms together to accentuate your cleavage. It felt a little bit ridiculous but you couldn’t help the way your privates throbbed at the thought of what effect this would have on the older male. 

Joel swallowed roughly and gave you an awkward hug; he breathed in your sweet perfume and cleared his throat just to try and ground himself once again. 

“Hey cupcake,” he smiled. “I like your dress.” He mentioned casually as he let his eyes rake down your body. 

“Thanks Mr. Miller, daddy bought it for me especially for today! I was hoping you would like it.” You purred suggestively and you were grateful other guests were too preoccupied in their conversations to pay any attention to you both. 

“Well. I better go wish your old man a happy birthday.” Joel declared awkwardly, touching your arm as he walked past you. Yeah, today was going to be a really long fucking day for Joel. 

“Let me know if I can get you anything.” You smiled, your voice sweeter than apple pie as he left. 

You resumed your position in your garden chair and stretched your legs out onto the chair in front of you since no one was occupying it. You were wearing sunglasses and even still you caught the way Joel stared at you. He gripped the beer bottle in his hands tightly as you hitched your dress up by a few centimetres to reveal a wider expanse of your thighs. 

You chuckled to yourself and laid there, quietly on your phone as the day wore on around you. You briefly left your position to grab some food and another drink but besides that, you occupied that spot for most of the warm and sunny day. 

You felt Joel’s eyes on you the entire time and it made you laugh at how obvious his gaze was. You would be lying if you said it didn’t make you wet, just the thought of him getting all worked up over you when you both knew he couldn’t have you. Yeah, it was exciting to say the least. 

Joel was in a conversation with one of your neighbours, a single lady from a few doors down, her back was turned to you and yet, still, even when in a conversation, the man couldn’t tear his eyes off of you or your body for a single second. You smiled over at Joel and cocked an eyebrow at him in question as your fingers toyed with the hem of your dress. You saw the way his Adam’s apple bobbed under his facial hair and you smirked at the male. You looked around quickly to make sure no one else’s attention was on you and for the first time, you did something truly risky. 

You brought your legs up so they were bent at the knees slightly and you let your thighs fall open, with that, you gently pulled the light material of your dress up higher to just expose your naked privates to the older man as he spoke. 

Joel spluttered on his mouthful of beer and you laughed loudly. You quickly adjusted your position and your dress as your neighbour turned around to frown at you. God if she only knew the half of it. 

You got up and headed into the kitchen, it was cooler in there and it was quiet, just as you reached up to grab a drink from the top shelf of the fridge you felt someone’s body pressed behind yours. 

“Meet me upstairs in 5 minutes, I’ll be in the bathroom, knock twice and I’ll let you in. Be a good girl now.” Joel growled in your ear, his hot breath fanned over your neck and you swallowed roughly. He squeezed your ass and with that, he was gone and he had disappeared upstairs. 

As soon as Joel left the room, you went outside to find your dad. 

“Hey princess, you okay?” He asked and pressed a kiss to your cheek as he held an arm around you. 

“Yeah, I think I laid out in the sun a bit too much so I’m gonna go and lay down in my room for a bit. Is that okay?” You asked sweetly. 

Your dad nodded and kissed your cheek again. “Of my course, my love. You need anything at all? Need me to check on you in a bit?”

“NO!” You answered too quickly and awkwardly waved your hands in front of your face. “I mean, I’m probably just gonna take a nap and drink some water. I’ll be fine, thanks daddy!” You said innocently before disappearing inside again. 

It was a fairly busy get together, there were some neighbours that your dad invited because ‘what if they get upset that we were having a party without them?’ and then there was your family which was fairly large on your dad’s side and of course, there were the Miller brother’s. You were just grateful that Joel wouldn’t be missed too much as there was a lot going on around you to distract. 

As you climbed the stairs of your house to go to the bathroom, your breath was shaky and your stomach felt heavy with nerves and arousal. Why did Joel want to see you in the bathroom? Did he want a private word so he could scold you for your behaviour? Did he want to warn you to stop otherwise he would tell your dad? Your thoughts swam around your head and you brought your shaking hand up to knock on the door. Once. Twice. 

Joel opened it quickly and just as quick, he grabbed your wrist roughly and pulled you into the small bathroom. 

“What in the fuck do you think you’re playin’ out at outside, darlin’?” He asked, he had shut the bathroom window as the room sat directly above the garden and people would be able to hear your conversations clearly with it open. 

“Whatcha mean, Mr. Miller?” You asked quietly, batting your eyelashes at him innocently. 

“Don’t give me that innocent bullshit, darlin’.” He hissed, his Southern drawl only more apparent as he cursed at you. “You go around showing your cunt at any boy who looks your way?” He asked and you blinked stupidly at him. 

He had walked you backwards until your behind hit the bathroom counter. You shook your head at him to say no. 

“That’s right; because you know all the silly boys your age won’t give you what you need. You just need a real man’s cock, don’t ya?” He asked quietly, he grabbed your thighs and lifted you so you were seated on the counter behind you; your thighs spread so he could stand between them. “Feel what you do to me.” Joel snapped, his voice was sharp and dominant. 

Before you could respond, Joel was grabbing your wrist tightly and he brought your palm down to stroke along the length of his cock. It was rock solid under your touch and you shuddered at the thought you had driven him this mad. 

“A-are you angry with me?” You asked quietly, peering up to the taller man through your eyelashes. 

“I should be, I should be absolutely furious.” He muttered. “As soon as I saw you in this pretty dress today I knew it meant trouble. What do you think you’re doing parading around your family with this pretty little pussy free?” He asked and raised a questioning eyebrow at you. 

You shrugged slightly as your hand squeezed at the tip of his length. You had been with a few boys before but even on their best day’s they couldn’t compare to Joel’s length and thickness. 

“I know what you were doing, little girl. You wanted to drive me insane so I would finally act on it and fuck you, just show what a real man feels like.” Joel growled and it had your privates throbbing with need. 

You nodded and bit your lip as Joel’s hands were hitching your dress up over your thighs. He made an animalistic noise from the back of his throat as you spread your legs further to part your wet lips. Your arousal was apparent, your pussy was sticky and wet with pure need as Joel ran his fingers through it. 

“All this for me?” He asked quietly and you whimpered at his touch. “Shhh, that’s it. Stay quiet.” Joel cooed and slapped your pussy once. 

You bucked your hips forward and gripped the edge of the counter. 

“Fuck. Please.” You whimpered out the curse and Joel tutted at you disapprovingly. 

“That’s not the innocent little girl I know, hm? Your daddy taught you better manners than that.” He teased and slapped your pussy again, the vibrations rippled through your clit and you clamped your teeth into your bottom lip. “Bet he doesn’t know how much of a little slut his baby girl is though, does he?” Joel asked and slapped you again, you whimpered weakly and wrapped your legs around Joel’s thighs to try and bring him closer. 

“Please. Mr. Miller, please fuck me.” You pleaded and Joel barked a laugh into your face. 

“Oh darlin’ you’re about to have my cock buried in your cunt, you can call me Joel… or Sir.” He smirked as he watched your eyes flutter shut at his words. 

Joel wasted not a second longer and pushed his shorts down just enough for his cock and heavy balls to be freed. His length stood to attention and you looked down and breathed heavily at the sight. Joel tapped the tip of himself to your clit roughly and you looked at him with pleading eyes. 

He smirked and pressed himself into you slowly, he held your hips roughly to position your perfectly so he could buck his hips up to meet yours. As soon as you enveloped Joel with your perfectly tight heat, he let out a quiet groan. You couldn’t help the shaky moan that escaped your lips as Joel filled you up, your walls stretched around him and you winced at the sting of him. 

Joel didn’t give you a second to adjust, instead he drew his hips back and snapped them forward again roughly. You moaned again and Joel shot a disapproving look in your direction. 

“You’re gon’ have to keep real quiet, baby girl otherwise people are gon’ hear you being such a slut for your daddy’s best friend.” He growled and his voice was barely above a whisper. 

You nodded dumbly, all coherent thoughts had escaped your mind as Joel drove his cock into your roughly. He gripped your hips tighter, his fingers dug into your skin hard enough to bruise you and it only drove you madder. 

“Please, sir.” You whined. “Feels so good.” your voice was shaking as he snapped his hips forward again. 

“Yeah? You ever been fucked good like this before, little girl? Bet no boy could fill you up the way I am. You ever let anyone cum in this tight little cunt?” Joel hissed, his voice low in your ear. 

“N-never!” You whimpered. “Fuck, please do that, Joel. Please fill me up, I wanna feel your cum dripping out of me for hours.” You whispered, ensuring to keep your voice quiet. 

Joel smirked at that and he removed the grip from one of your hips, he brought two fingers up to your lips and you eagerly sucked them in and your swirled your fingers around his digits hungrily. His fingers were so thick and your eyes dropped in lust as you tried to suck them down deeper. 

He smiled as he worked his fingers in your mouth and his cock into your wet pussy. Joel removed his fingers from your mouth and a thick line of spittle dripped from your mouth, he took his fingers and circled your puffy clit with them. He elicited a filthy moan from your lips and Joel clamped he other hand over your mouth tightly causing your eyes to widen in panic. 

“Keep your god damned mouth quiet.” He growled and bucked his hips up, you kept yourself steady by gripping the countertop edge as Joel’s hips fucked up into you. 

He worked his fingers harder over your clit, the spit and your arousal causing them to slide over the sensitive bud with ease. Your walls fluttered around Joel’s cock and your stomach knotted tightly as your orgasm approached. 

“That’s it. Cum for me,” Joel whispered, his hand still clamped over your mouth. You sucked in a deep breath through your nose. “God I love the fact I’ve ruined this little pussy for any other boy now. Gonna be wishin’ it was me filling you forever now.”

You closed your eyes and tried to breathe through your orgasm as Joel’s cock slammed into you repeatedly. He was right, you were ruined for any other man now and silently, you cursed him for that. You knew this could never happen again. Tears pricked at the corner of your eyes as you shuddered and your hips bucked, it was too much and you moaned under Joel’s grasp. 

“I’m gonna remove my hand from your mouth so I can fuck my cum into you properly but you better keep your pretty little mouth quiet.” Joel hissed, you nodded silently, he smiled at you and removed his hand. You gulped down a big breath and Joel resumed his vice-like grip on your thighs. 

He snapped his hips at a punishing rate and you breathed shakily as his cock head nudged your cervix; it verged on painful but you silently took Joel down and gasped loudly as his seed spilled into you. You felt the warm spurts of his semen fill you entirely and you clamped your walls down on him, trying to get every drop of cum from him. 

“Good girl.” Joel cooed as he pulled out from you with a wince. He took a step back and admired how your pussy started to leak with his cum. You smirked at him and dipped a finger down to collect some, locking eyes with Joel you brought your finger up to your mouth to taste the liquid and you moaned softly as you tasted the mixture of yourself and Joel. 

You couldn’t help but notice the way his spent dick jumped at the sight and he clenched his jaw tightly. 

“Fuckin’ hell, darlin’. You tryna finish me off here?” He spoke quietly and tucked himself back into his shorts. 

“Just wanted to see if you tasted as good as you felt.” You giggles with a shrug. 

“Look, this can’t happen again. It was a moment of weakness, we’ve clearly scratched an itch but I can’t do this again. Your daddy would kill me.” He whispered as you jumped down and looked up at him innocently. 

You laughed dryly and raised a brow at him. “Yeah, sure. It won’t happen again, Mr. Miller, until it does.” You winked and reached up to kiss his cheek. 

You brushed past Joel and went to your bedroom to lie down, your head was swimming and your skin was clammy with your previous activities. 

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[nevadancitizen]

-> SEEING DOUBLE

synopsis: könig thought he was the only one that could hear and see you for a while. that is, until horangi mentions someone singing.

word count: 1.8k

characters: könig, horangi, player! reader, reader's unnamed friend

trigger warnings: mention of canon-typical violence, mentions of/thoughts of relapse (horangi’s past gambling addiction), hornagi is like obsessive too lololol (also forgot to add STILL insp. by/referencing @simp4konig 's self-aware könig piece)

notes: uh pov switches from omnipotent third-person könig to omnipotent third-person hornagi. oops lol also the temp. is in fahrenheit in celsius it would be ~26 degrees

König thought he was the only one for a long while. All these operators around him were only given minds through their code and pixels – König was the one with an actual brain in his skull. 

That was, until another operator heard you. 

You – and, someone else, maybe a friend from your world? – were singing along to some song unknown to König, mumbling the parts you didn’t know so well and bursting with energy at the parts you knew by heart.

König was waiting for the mission time to arrive in the armory, quietly listening to you and your friend. He felt some warmth from you – a small percent of what you’re capable of making him feel. Just enough to know you’re there, that you have eyes on him, to know the singing isn’t a delusion.

Horangi was also in the armory, his footsteps light as he peruses the wall of firearms. He plucks a Fennec 45 from the wall before turning it over in his hands and inspecting it – though he seems distracted while doing so. 

He turns to König and adjusts his sunglasses. “Do you hear that?”

König looks up from the stray skid mark on the floor he was looking at. “Hear what?”

“The…” Horangi gestures vaguely around him, then taps his earpiece. His voice drops to a lower volume, like he didn’t want anyone else hearing. “The singing. Do you not hear that?”

König stays silent for a moment. He checks over his shoulder to make sure no one else is in the armory before turning back to Horangi. “I hear it.”

Horangi breathes a sigh of relief, but doesn’t say anything else. He settles his ass on one of the thick, plastic ammo crates, fiddling with the Fennec 45, repeatedly pressing the magazine release before pushing the magazine back in. 

The singing stops, leaving only the music playing. Then, a voice is heard – “I’ve never seen Horangi do that. What is he, nervous?” 

And then, your voice – “Hey, don’t bully him!”

Horangi’s back snaps straight up as he looks around the armory. “What was that? Is someone else in here?”

König pulls at his hood so he can see Horangi better. “You’re really hearing them?”

“Yes.” Horangi looks at König. “Where are they?”

König shakes his head. “It’s best if we discuss this later.” In reality, König was dying to discuss this with another person – it was as if this heavy burden had been lifted now that he could talk to someone about you, about this video game they lived in, about everything while actually having something to back him up. 

Only a few seconds later, the siren sounds and it’s go time. Footsteps hit the ground and operators rush to the rooftops to be taken away to the hot zone. 

When both Horangi and König are secured on the helicopter, they don’t talk for a while, only sharing occasional glances (silent promises that no, the other is not insane, and no, this is not the start of a mass hysteria outbreak).

When boots hit the ground, König feels that oh-so-familiar warmth flood his body, blooming like a lotus from his chest to his limbs. He nods to Horangi to stick close. 

The music was turned down and all focus was on the battlefield – your silent guidance gave König commands to carry out, while your friend did the same with Horangi. 

Commands are barked out by the operators, you and your friend give excited praise, and the battlefield is a mess of noise. Bullets fly every which direction, sprays of brrrrrr-AT! echo off the abandoned buildings, some of which were still in the process of being built. 

This is urban warfare. 

As a SpecGru operator turns the corner, König pulls Horangi back behind a concrete half-wall (half because the rest of the wall had been sloughed off by explosions). To König, the touch is nothing, but to Horangi? Oh, that touch felt like bliss. 

It was you, striking a match and tossing it into the full burning barrel that was his lungs. Horangi pumped air into them like he was having a goddamn panic attack so that when his lungs caught fire, the rest of him did too. Your fire was slow, yet burning and hot all the same. It made him want to collapse in your white-hot flame and be consumed by you and not even care that he was ash and –

The feeling was gone, and Horangi was normal again. As normal as he could be when shivering in full tactical gear while it was eighty degrees out. 

König’s voice breaks through the haze. “Horangi?”

Horangi shifts so that he’s sitting with his back against the concrete half-wall. “Yes, sir?”

“You solid?”

Horangi presses the magazine release and pushes the magazine back in. “The voices… our voices. The ones…” he gestures to his earpiece. “I heard them. And then I had a hot flash when you touched me.”

“Focus,” König hisses. “There’ll be time for that later.”

Horangi presses the magazine release and pushes the magazine back in. He peeks out from behind the concrete half-wall, then ducks back behind it. 

“Ready, sir?”

“When you are.” 

The battle is easy for König and Horangi when a benevolent being and a lesser one are controlling their every movement. It doesn’t hurt that the warmth serves as adrenaline, a body high that keeps them both alive and bold. Battle chatter fades into the background when that song and your rushed praise fills their ears and makes them feel warmer than you already make them. 

When the last opposing operator falls, the message is relayed until every KorTac operator is back at the helicopters. 

“Wheels up in two!” the pilot calls out. 

König and Horangi move together up to the cabin of the helicopter and silently sit next to each other, hands working deftly to buckle themselves in. 

Horangi tilts his chin up and lets the back of his helmet hit the headrest. He takes his sunglasses off and wipes them of dust and a spurt of blood. His eyes wander over the ceiling of the helicopter, quietly listening to you and your friend celebrate. 

“Who are they?” he quietly asks König. 

König leans closer to Horangi, the hem of his hood brushing Horangi’s shoulder. His voice is quiet. “I call them players. I know the one who told the other not to bully you. We… I don’t think we exist on the same plane as them. I think of them as a god. They help me – us, now.”

Then, König leans closer and whispers your name like a single-word prayer. 

And, fuck, how Horangi wants to fall back into gambling so he could whisper your name into his cupped hands while he’s shaking the dice just as he rolls that blessed seven. His breath falters for a split second as he thinks of the divine luck you’d bring him at the craps table, your fingers – assuming you were even human, or humanoid – trailing down his arms, touching his wrist to imbue his hands with your power. He’d happily worship you if it meant feeding that rush when the payout is high, and… shit. Hornagi takes a deep breath before he quickly corrects his thoughts and directs them elsewhere. 

He doesn’t even know where those thoughts came from. Well, he knows where the thoughts of relapse come from, but he doesn’t know where the thoughts about you stem. He’s barely felt your warmth, yet in your presence, he doesn’t want to be the big bad tiger – he wants to be the housecat that rubs up against your legs and gets away with knocking pill bottles off the counter. 

“Can you feel them?” König asks in a hushed whisper.

Horangi nods. Your fire is a dull thrum in his chest, but your heart is beating right next to his nonetheless. “Yes.”

König knocks his knee against Horangi’s. “Focus on something small. Circular. Like a light. That’s how I see them.”

Horangi hums and looks at the ceiling. He focuses on a small red indicator light, his eyes unfocusing as he keeps eye contact with the tiny LED. And, slowly but surely – just as König said – something else came into view, slowly creeping into his peripheral vision. 

It was a small bedroom – a shoebox, really. Dimly lit by fairy lights. A bed, a desk, a dresser… Someone was on the bed, and the other person was in the desk chair. They were both holding game controllers, facing each other. Talking. 

“We need to play their Thanksgiving album,” the person in the chair says. 

“To what, pregame for Thanksgiving?” the person on the bed laughs. “That’s months away.”

And with that angelic laugh, Horangi knows that’s you. The person laying on their stomach on the bed, with your perfect smile, perfect fingers holding the game controller. 

You reach for your phone and unlock it, the screen lighting up your face. You tap at it a few times before too-loud music starts playing – a man yelling about how dangerous gas station tweakers are.

“Ay, turn that down!” your friend protests. 

You grunt and turn it down a little. The music is hard funk-trap, and you and your friend sing along. It’s something like – “Closed casket funeral, but Imma have to peek in; tryna get real, like, sorry, I was sleepin’!”

Hornagi quietly listens to the rest, keeping his eyes still so he can keep you in his sight. You and your friend prattle off the rest of the song, even going as far as vocalizing the instruments. 

When the song ends, you roll on your side and face your friend. “We should listen to their Halloween album next. Then their Christmas album. Then their Valentine’s Day single. And then start up their Thanksgiving album again.”

God knows how Horangi would let you. He’d love to watch you do anything – even if you’re doing nothing. He’d do anything just to reach out and touch you. Run his hands over your face and watch your nose scrunch up at his touch, your eyes squeezing shut. Your smile would be just like the one you’re wearing right now, accentuating the apples of your cheeks perfectly. 

And he’d love to sit with you as that artist’s Halloween album, Thanksgiving album, Christmas album and Valentine’s Day single play, even if he didn’t understand the slang the men used. He’d rub his hands up and down your back – anywhere he could touch you, really – as you explained what they meant when they said they were gonna “pop a thirty an’ get real sturdy.”

And maybe one day he’d make that a reality.

[hanasnx]

Kinktober: House of Amateurs - S1E30

MINORS DNI 18+

SUMMARY: october 30th | monday plays: noncon play WC: 0.7k | CHARACTERS: anakin skywalker x f!reader WARNINGS: f!reader | dom!anakin | pnp | coitus | kinks: size, degradation | noncon play | impact play | implied: roleplay | mentioned: “rape” | unprotected sex | no y/n

KRAYT HOUSE M.LIST | NAVI | INBOX | @KRAYTHOUSE

“This is bullshit, you know that? You want this.” Anakin Skywalker’s hand catches you at your jaw, his agile fingers digging into your flesh to punish you for your backtalk. “You’re a tease, and what? You can’t put out? Let me in for a second.” His exasperated tone is punctuated with a harsh shove to you, putting an ache in your teeth when you collide with the wall. You brace against it, and wince as his hands grip your thin top, yanking it apart in one motion.

“Anakin!” you cry out, but he silences you smashing his lips into yours. Your skull bumps the surface behind you as he pins you there, and panic sets in at the familiar sound of his pants unbuckling. To escape, you dip out from him, but he grabs hold of you to tug you right back. “Anakin, please!” you plea, your throat dry from impending sobs.

“No!” he barks and you jump at the decibel. Harshly, he gropes your freed chest, fondling them in cruel nature. You flinch, instinctively pushing at his broad shoulders with your fists to give yourself from breathing room. Larger than you in every way, he doesn’t budge. “Don’t lie to me,” A wry, wicked smile stretches onto hips lips as his dark gaze meets yours. “You’ll see what I mean,”

“Fuck— fuck, angel. Might need more than a second.” he commends you while he’s balls deep inside you, his sack smacking against the bottom of your ass cheeks as he thrusts. A palm over your mouth to silence your cries, drooling all over it in your wails. “Knew you’d like this. You’re fucking drenched.”

To the best of your ability, you shake your head to signal you deny him. Unfortunately, refusal is not within Anakin’s scope.

“There you go trying to deceive me again.” Breathlessly, he chuckles, you feel the warmth of it against your face. You skew your hips, but his hold on your tailbone keeps you where he wants you. He lifts you to meet his ruts. “You can’t hide anything from me, angel. Not when we’re this close. So united.” he murmurs his eager lips against your exposed cheek, giving you a playful nip at the end of his sentence. “Wanna try something?” he asks, as if he’s taken your ability to speak. Hot tears stream down the corners of your eyes, weakly pushing against his chest futilely. He takes pride in that.

His impossibly long cock twitches inside of you in anticipation of whatever he’s about to do to you.

“Promise you won’t scream?” You don’t look at him, staring hard at a juncture in the wall to take your mind off of what’s happening to you. “Hey.” he spits, his hold on your face jerking you to face him. To appease him, you meet his eyes. At the sight, he seemingly melts. “Yeah, I suppose that takes some of the fun out of it, right?” Your nose pinches in disgust. Cautiously, he removes his hand, and you press your lips into a thin line. A quiet exchange is shared, filled only by the squelching sounds of your non-consensual unification. “Go on. Scream.”

“Fuck you! Get the fuck off of me!” you shout, surging upwards to work towards getting up, attempting to push him off at the same time. Firmly, he palms your head to pin it back down, shoving your cheek into the cushion. Your glare deepens, breathing hard.

“I’m not finished. The least you can do is sit fucking still and take it.” he tells you, giving your head a single push. “Can’t do that? You wanna try fighting me for it again? Worked well last time.” his biting words sink into you, eliciting your disheartened expression as you remember how easily he overpowered you to shove his cock into you. He watches it all happen, the realization that passes over your face, and he moistens his lips. “Nah, you like it when I rape you, huh?”

You do.

[days-until-burnout]

Same anon as 10 (b) continued

I need a part three, they need to talk

Ahhhhh

they talked :) _____

📧 Day 85 -

Characters - Etho/Joel Words - 853 Time - 45 mins Content - Farm AU | Implied sex | Previous

In the middle of winter, there was little to be done. Snow covered the fields from their windows to the horizon, beds of white extending wide and carried by the chill of icy winds. Most of the helpers went off to warmer places with their families, other stayed home, and the few that remained tended to the rest. It was mostly walks, making sure their storage was fine and their animals were warm. Crops were few and easy to take care off.

Joel tucked his hands into the pockets of his coat, ignoring the light snow falling around him. Bailey leaped forward, sinking into the snow while Ace remained by his side. He sniffed the air, up then down onto the snow, and Joel watched it a second before looking at Bailey.

A thin layer of snow was gathering on their coats, and probably Joel's too, but none of them seemed all too ready to head back in.

They stood where the potato patch had been during growing and harvesting season. He remembered the same sight, over and over—his parents, helpers and him, all working together to till and plant, watering then harvesting, repeating the process until the soil needed rest.

Bailey and Ace were fully grown now, and it was yesterday when he first got them—it felt like just yesterday at least. Time was weird, he decided as he breathed out, a cloud of white dusting against the tip of his nose.

He wondered what winter was in the city. Maybe white skyscrapers, icy roads, the chill of winter. People probably played if it light enough, or they stayed home where it was warm with hot drinks and repeats of old movies. The holidays were just around the corner, whatever holiday anyways.

Ace barked.

"The snow is getting heavy. You should go inside."

Joel thought about some place more tropical, which he would probably hear about once the helpers were back. The thought appealed to him, but never enough to warrant actually going. Though he would, in time, since his parents had planned some trip and he failed to excuse himself out of it.

Jimmy and his parents were invited, as always. And he remembered Jimmy mentioning bringing his partner, that new Tango guy—well, not longer new, two years was enough to wear the novelty off.

"Huh," he tilted his head absentmindedly, looking to the fogged up horizon, "it's almost been a year."

Snow crunched behind him, making Bailey turn and run over, barking happily. Her tailed wagged.

Joel sighed, closing his eyes. He felt the snow light on his face, little touches before his mind spiraled. The heat of summer and a stranger's lips on his, dry bark on his back, alcohol on their tongues. Hands under his shirt, below his belt, lips and teeth on his neck—tangled limbs on his bed, clothes thrown on the floor.

It happened once, over a bottle of his dad's whiskey. He had scoffed at a quiet house, and after the bottle was gone, it had no longer been a quiet night.

Summer seemed like a lifetime ago, even if it was only a season ago.

"When are you quitting? Didn't you say you'd only be a year?" Joel asked abruptly, coldly. Not that he was mad or anything, in fact, he felt a void where care should be. Or that was what he told himself. He thought about him often, too often to be chalked up to accidental. And he thought about their time together, the more intimate moments, thought about it until he was running in circles, lost in his head.

Joel cared.

"Sounds like you want me to leave."

He could still feel lips on his own, burning as his breath was stolen. He replayed the moment over and over, hands on naked skin, bruises and scratches and half-moons. The feeling of never having enough breath in a too suffocating room, no air between them or around them, summer and desire burning every last bit of sanity.

"Sure, why not. It'd be good for the both of us."

Joel cared a little too much.

"You drive mad," Joel whispered into the chilling breeze. Clouds of white with every breath, the swishes of tails at his feet, the distant howling of the wind. It was lonely, and it was it had always been—how stupid this whole thing was. "I wish you'd just leave or go somewhere else. What a waster of my time."

Harshly, he pulled his boot out of the snow, sinking it elsewhere as he turned around. He saw only the edge of him, eyes on the snow below him. Bailey and Ace got up too, shaking the snow on their coats, and they walked home together. Step after step, making a new line of footsteps in the fresh snow until—

Etho grabbed his arm, mostly to hold him in place, not tight but firm. "I'm not going anywhere. Whether something happens between us or not, I will stay."

Joel scoffed, yanking himself free to continue his walk.

"You should go inside, Etho, it's cold outside."

_____

ignore that i forgot about autumn. and ignore that i clearly have no idea what im doing. they talked, dont ask more of me</3

[beaulesbian]

Egghead is such an interesting arc that's bringing so many characters from previous arcs into the play here back together.

Where Wano arc was like 'who are these new samurai-like characters?' And 'who are these completely new henchmen of the big villains?' And 'You get another 10 to 100 new important characters, and let's give them all backstories and aspirations.' (And basically all previous arcs were like that as well, except for a few connecting threads or hints between important stories and characters)

But a lot of Egghead has a sense comforting nostalgia because of characters we've known (of) before, being brought up to re-connect with Strawhats, or the story itself, in new yet familiar ways.

(And I know I say nostalgia, even though it's only been half a year of reading OP for me, but still!)

Vegapunk? Oh yeah, he's been mentioned during Enies Lobby when Koby was telling Luffy about the cool inventions the Marines have now, and later Franky was thrown at his homeland island during the TimeSkip.

Kuma? The warlord guy to whom Zoro offered his life instead of Luffy's on Thriller Bark? The same dude who sent all Strawhats all across the world when they weren't strong enough? Even Dragon and Ivankov are there from time to time. Robin and her past gets brought up again!

Jewelry Bonney? Sabaody arc too. Same with Kizaru & Sentomaru and other Marine guys. Kid & Law's crews too.

On other parts of the seas is Buggy plotting a new alliance with Mihawk and Crocodile. Yes, they don't like each other, but they do, but they don't. It's complicated.

Vivi is there for a hot second, and Alabasta still has an important unfinished tale to tell.

Shanks, too? Shanks, too.

Wait, Rob Lucci is back too? The guy that Luffy defeated during Enies Lobby? He's an even bigger leopard cat and Kaku's an even weirder giraffe. Yes, they got stronger too, just like all Strawhats.

More spies? Yes. More clones? Yes.

And now Giants of Elbaf are there? Dorry and Brogy! It's been so long since the Little Garden arc! One of the very first arcs on the Grand Line! But they all remember that time with so much nostalgia and fondness to see each other again!

And because of Vegapunk, the whole world is about to be connected to witness something together. From Luffy's village to Dressrosa to Elbaf. It's really more visible now how this whole arc was created for all these familiar faces to come back together (as well as diving more into some of theirs characters/backstories, including the Five Elders), to share the moment of the Egghead Incident, whatever that still may be.

[quinloki]

Kinktober 2023 - Day 20

Those moments when it all goes up in... Smoke.

Character: Smoker Reader: gender neutral Reader Warnings: angst, some smooching, completely genderless description of reader and no pronouns used.

Summary: A Thief and a Marine. Romeo and Juliet probably had better odds, but you're not trying to risk 6 peoples lives inside of a week. So maybe it's better to kiss and run. -:- 1585 words

Bondage

You clicked the cuff around his wrist and he snarled, reaching out for you and missing as you clicked the other end of the seastone cuffs to the metal post. Dodging another swing you slipped out of his reach and smirked.

Smoker took a step toward you and his legs buckled. He was down on one knee as the seastone sapped his strength.

“Damn pirate!” He growled, tugging at the binds he had no hope of breaking.

“Not a pirate.” You say for the dozenth time. “Thief. There’s a difference.”

“Law breaker.” He grumbles in response.

You shrug. “You’re a marine, don’t try to be so sanctimonious.” You say looking down at him. “Dogs of the Celestials is all you are, protecting the biggest criminals in this entire world.” You spit onto the ground near him.

“Though, credit where it’s due, as far as marines go, you’re not so bad.” You tilt your head, admiring a physique you’d admired many times before now. You and the white hunter crossed paths with some regularity, but usually you only had to put him on the scent of a pirate crew, and he’d leave you alone.

It was kind of a shame he was a marine, and not a pirate himself. He’s hot when he’s glaring, and the look he’s giving you right now is delicious.

You look around, having been listening out for signs of any other marines. “Gave your crew – er, sorry, squad, the slip it seems.” You crouch down to be more at eye level with him, as he’s worked himself up into enough exhaustion that he’s barely holding himself up. “You really gotta learn to relax when you’re cuffed big guy. It’s no fun to play with someone who can’t even sit up.” You muse.

You reach out and caress his face without really thinking, and you feel his entire body tense. He grabs your wrist with his free hand and starts to bark something, but your grab his wrist back and pull him in.

You hadn’t planned on snogging a marine on the deserted streets of an abandoned town, but that’s where you were. His two cigars were in your free hand, and your tongue was in his mouth. He’d already established you as a criminal, why quibble over something like permission at this point.

He tasted like you expected, smokey, hot, something like malt and spice. He was so red you could feel the heat radiating off his face, and to his credit he only reflexively returned the kiss for a split second before he just seemingly froze.

You leaned back, licking your lips and smiling before you pulled your hand free easily.

You were on your feet quicker than he was back to his senses, and with a click and a tug you had his back to the pole and his other wrist shackled to it. Just regular iron, carrying around too much seastone was a pain. You stuck his jitte in the chains and twisted, pulling the whole set up tight.

Now you had Captain Smoker of the Marines sat on his ass in the street, cuffed and bound against a metal street lamp that had seen better days.

“You know, Smokey, you’re down right tempting like this.” You hum, practically prowling around him. “The things I’d do to you if I was half as terrible as you think I am.”

His heavy boots scraped against the concrete and rubble as he struggled against the chains.

“Oh save your strength you big lug.” You roll your eyes stepping over his legs and sitting on them “I’m good at getting out of shackles and ropes because I’m good at using them.” You explain resting your hands on his knees. “And that seastone’s pretty concentrated, big an’ burly as you are, you’re not going to be able to toss someone like me around."

He shifts underneath you, but your point remains and you hear the soft scrape of metal as he tries to move his arms despite it.

“Now what?” He growls, and you smile.

“Well, now, there’s a few options to be had.” You begin, scooting up just a little bit closer, sitting just above his knees instead of just below. “I could just do what I’ve fantasized about since the first time we ran into one another.” You look pointedly at his crotch for a second before looking back up to his brown eyes. Watching his face go red was an immense delight.

“I could sit here and keep you company until your companions get close.” You continue on, looking around. “There might not be many other actual people around, but it’s getting late, and the beasties will begin to stir. Regardless of what you think, I don’t actually want you maimed or dead.” You assure him, and see something other than a scowl flicker across his face for a moment.

“Or, since you despise me so much, I could just leave you here. Statistically, you should be fine.” You admit, leaning forward a little.

Smoker leans back as much as he can, but he’s not looking away from you. “What?”

“Would you kiss me back if I wasn’t a thief?” You question. Smoker’s body twitches underneath you and he looks at you dumbfounded for a moment.

“What?” He questions incredulously.

“Do you find me attractive, White Hunter?” You question more directly. “Moral implications of my profession aside, am I ugly in a purely objective manner? Ah, objective in, specifically your tastes, not in an objectifying way, before you decide to get pedantic on me.”

“… You’re not ugly.” He says, looking away after a long silence, and you smile.

“That wasn’t my question.” You assert, grabbing his face and pulling his gaze back to yours. “Would you kiss me back if I wasn’t a thief?”

There’s another long silence, and finally he sighs. “Yes.”

You smile, letting his face go and leaning a little closer. “If I stopped being one right now,” you whisper the words, looking at his lips for a moment before you looked into his eyes. “Would you kiss me?”

“I -.”

“Don’t worry about tomorrow.” You interject. “The next minute, the next hour, none of it matters. I’ve given up being a thief, Smoker, will you kiss me?”

“Yes,” he says it so quietly it’s almost hard to hear, need and desire hissed between teeth trying to hold back a word in his soul that fights against his head.

You put your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself, a whisper away from his lips. “Then kiss me.”

Soft, warm, searching lips. The first brush of your lips makes you shiver in a way you’d bottle and hide away from the world if you could. The second connection is hungry, hot, almost desperate. The chains rattle as Smoker reflexively moves to hold you, your hands slipping through his hair as your mouths open and you sink deeper into one another.

A pleased moan bubbles up in your chest and rattles against your bones, and you don’t care if he hears it. You don’t care at this moment if he comes to know just how tangled up in him you are. How much you should be in irons for how bound to him you are.

There hasn’t been the lock made that can hold you, but if Smoker commanded…

You lean back, breathing heavy and listening to the rough breaths coming from him. You kiss his lips softly, once. Twice. You can feel his body tense and you know he’s seen the errant tears slipping down your cheeks.

It feels so good to finally, truly kiss him, but the pleasure is bittersweet.

It’ll never happen again.

“You’re-.” you both start to speak. He stops, you don’t.

“-the one thing I can not steal.” You admit softly. “The one thing I wouldn’t dare.” You let out an exasperated sigh, setting your head on his chest and taking a few deep breaths.

“Damn it all, I wasn’t ever going to say it.” You laugh bitterly. “A marine, after all they’d done to me, and you had to be a marine.”

You put a hand over his mouth before he can say anything, and heaved one last sigh. Looking up, you give him the best smile you can manage, but you know you probably looked wretched.

“I hope whatever you meant to do when you decided to become a marine is something you get to do, and, well, I’m really sorry for this.” You say apologetically, throwing a smoke bomb onto the ground.

The next few actions are just a little too fast for the bewildered captain. Your weight disappears from his hips, there’s slack in the chains, and something in his hands, but he didn’t realize it fast enough to grab your fingers.

It only takes him a few seconds to get free of the cuffs with the keys you left him. The smoke of your device becomes his, and a few seconds after that, the area is clear. It doesn’t matter how far you got, once you’re out of sight it’s almost impossible to find you again without a lucky break.

Thinking back to your words, he wondered if any of his breaks were lucky. The idea that you crossed his path of your own will every single time…

It was his turn to take in a deep breath and let out a long sigh. Lighting a cigar, Smoker wondered bitterly who was actually bound to whom.

[fatalmorning]

‼️EXTREMELY LONG‼️ After Story: Early post Jasper, Tiny - I recommend reading my older post about Tiny and Keizer before this for a bit of context. Small explanation; some of the listeners are going to have after stories. When I explain an after story I just want it to be very clear it is NOT CANON. It is my own story and my own little ideas. Some listeners also have 2 designs, pre and post [insert character]. For example, this is post Jasper, Tiny. So after the events of Jaspers end part. AGAIN, I would like to say I am drawing and writing Tiny based off the ALT audios which you need to pay for on Splatbox’s Subscribstar. If you want to understand a little more please go listen to it!! I will do my best to explain her and the story without revealing too much about the actual events of the audio. That said and done here is my IDEA on Tiny’s after story. (P.S. I was actually done with this drawing more than a day ago… It took me a hot minute to get into the actual story for the drawing. If you wanna see drawings earlier, some alt versions of drawings or extra silly stuff you can follow my instagram “fatalmorning_”)

(It’s really choppy, SORRY! Excuse my spelling mistakes, I didn’t double check this before posting it…) In the end parts (Both the normal and alt), it’s, I’m assuming, implied that Tiny dies! But with the way it ended we could easily play it off like they lived. So let’s pretend they did, what happens? What does Tiny look like, what’s the condition? What happened to Jasper? And my personal favorite, what happened to the dogs? Let’s start with the easy stuff first. At the end of both parts there’s dog noises, which I will assume is Keizer. (Small reminder, Keizer is the dog that originally bit Tiny) In the alt end part before Jasper walks away there’s chains and a dog whining, I very much doubt Jasper cared enough to chain Tiny, so we’ll assume Jasper actually chained Keizer somewhere and left with Adler. In the normal end part, Keizers barking at the search team crew, maybe alerting them and/or being held by somebody else. So Tiny is picked up, carried away to a hospital. What happens to Keizer? The team suspects he’s a hunting dog so would they let him go or take them with them? Well considering Tiny’s condition it would HAVE to open some sort of investigation, if Keizer is nearby, refusing to leave; the authorities would take him in as evidence. They don’t find anything, and Keizer is hauled away to a shelter. Tiny is in the hospital recovering, I’m no doctor, but the human body can withstand a lot of damage, the missing limbs isn't something I'm worried about. The damage I worry about on Tiny is actually their wound around the collarbone area. In the normal first part, Jasper impales Tiny on a hook so she’s dangling. In the alt second part that same wound is about 3x bigger, enough to see through. Obstructing the lung area, breaking some ribs and definitely the collar bone, all the skin, tissue and muscle above it dangling by a thread. Tiny is well, tiny…so there has to be some broken artery. That wound is probably taking up most of her hospital time. What messes me up is I don’t know how that would heal or how doctors would fix it? Would it fill in or stay a hole? I guess I’ll figure it out, which is why I was so lazy with the drawing, I was really confused. Everybody would ask, “What happened?” Over and over again. But I think Tiny is pathetic, and I don’t think she’d say anything. But authorities would find out who it is very quickly. (Get into that in a minute) So the investigation ends.

It’s really hard to explain why I show Tiny the way they are without exposing the alt audios but if I could simplify her down to one word it would be: suicidal. Months later, healing is getting better, able to go home but with heavy medications. Moved to a safer area, I like to think they moved in with her grandparents, a sweet cozy neighborhood. Small backyard with a cute garden. Tiny learned to get into a clear routine, every morning rolling into the backyard and watering the plants. Then staying home all day, she learned to take on a lot of new hobbies to pass the time, and listened to a lot of relaxing music. (I like to parallel this to Jaspers not having a lot to do in the forest, him learning to take on a lot of things to pass the time as well) Tiny’s family thought she might be lonely so they got her a cat because god forbid they got her a puppy. Though the sight makes her a little nervous, she thinks they are all being too paranoid about how she's feeling. Acting like it’s all in the past despite the PTSD, night terrors, anxiety, not to mention lots of physical pain and slight abuse of painkillers. There’s very much some unhealed trauma but life feels calm and safe for the most part. Onto Keizer, dogs are extremely smart. I don’t doubt for a second that from a random shelter, Keizer could find Tiny to their house based on scent alone. I imagine a cute scene; It’s early in the morning, Tiny wakes up, does their usual routine and goes outside to the garden and waters the plants like usual. Keizer had gotten there the night before, he smelled and sat outside her bedroom window and when he realized nothing would happen we walked off and slept in the garden. Jumped up when he saw them watering but didn’t bark or move so as to not startle them. Keizer just sits there for a moment, waiting for Tiny to notice first. When she does it’s a bit of a scare, some bad memories and nervous, rapid searching around. Tiny doesn’t know what to do, he’s just sitting there, so she puts her hand out slowly and snaps and Keizer runs over to lick her hand. Gives him some big pets. She finishes watering the garden and starts to roll herself back inside, unsure what to do about Kezier. They can’t just let him in so they give him a treat in the form of some unfinished breakfast and leave him in the backyard. Keizer refuses to leave the backyard, so Tiny and her grandma feed him every day and leave him a bowl of water on the steps. Then one night, it’s late, Tiny’s sitting in the dark crying. Maybe too many bad memories at once, in undescribable pain or just simply feeling worthless. Then the door cracks open a bit, sees the hallway light and looks up, and as she looks up it’s her grandma closing the door again. Keizer jumps up onto the bed and sits in front of her. He smells like- a wet dog, damp too like he just had a bath. Leans into Tiny and they just give him the biggest hug ever. Tiny lets Keizer sleep on the bed, his head resting on her stomach.

Now… where’s Jasper? In the alt end audio he explains that search teams are closing in on the area they are in, and he’s pretty much done for because they’ll find him. I don’t like an end where Jasper gets away so lets say he’s caught at some point and taken in. Every time I think about Jasper being caught I always imagine him in a straight jacket like he’s in a ward but I’m not sure how ill he’d have to be to get into one of those. I’d say he’s- capable so PRISON IT IS! Jaspers in prison and Adlers also probably at some shelter or still in the forest just relaxing, I feel like Adler gives no fucks about anybody or anything lol. But this is the fun part… continuation. Jasper escapes, yeah that blood was delicious but damn that meat was delectable. Bro’s just itching for a bite, and usually when I imagine the “break in” point I imagine Jasper visiting her at the hospital but hospitals are really hard to get into, locked doors everywhere. So, it’s gotta be at her house. I haven't gone too far but; a crusty Jasper standing in the dark at the foot of Tiny’s bed while she’s knocked out on painkillers. Let your imagination go from there. Another scenario I like to imagine is Jasper walking down the hall towards Tiny, without her wheelchair, sitting on the floor and suddenly Keizer jumps up at him. Jasper throws and kicks at him but Keizer bites and mauls him. Specifically at the neck, ripping his throat out type thing.

Now this entire writing was very rushed, it’s not supposed to be written like a book, it’s not supposed to be perfect. This was just a way for me to get some more specific ideas out about Tiny, Keizer and Jasper based on my last post about them. Some scenes and such. I really hope y'all see my visions, or at least enjoyed reading?? Again I know it’s choppy and for some reason took me a long time to write… but I’m pleased with it. Thank you for reading my messy ramble if you got all the way down here!! I was going to draw some sketches of Tiny so you could have a better idea while reading but my hand didn’t wanna do it lol… maybe later 🫶

[mchlgayser]

✸ it wasn't intended ft blue lock men

synopsis: An argument broke between you and them, but it was most definitely (un)intentional for them to shout and throw spiteful words your way.

─── ୨୧ warning: angst + no happy ending, languages, arguments, and slight toxicity

─── ୨୧ notes: I will do this very first part with my favorite characters first (I'm biased) and then will continue with the other characters, you guys can comment on any specific chacs you like and I'll try to do it no promise (I might do this up to two or three parts only lol)

ISAGI YOICHI:

It's rarely happens, the time you both got into a fight. Isagi is rather composed, and collected most of the time but these days - all thanks to the facility that's been doing nothing but feed his ego, he is rather the opposite.

Not 360° all the way but you can see the change of demeanor, he is maturing since the last time you saw him, which is before he got into the facility. That's good news but it made you lowkey missed the old Isagi. You could try and spend some time with him but it's hard because his mind will play a loop of new strategies and techniques he's building for his next game. It was bearable, at first.

But the more his mind is occupied with it, the more you felt left out. You try talking to him about it once or twice but as always, it fell in to the right and and fell out of left.

That is until one day, you decided you had enough! He calls you for accompany, shouldn't he at least make up time for you? Even for a minute? No, he decided to still be the villain and ignored you, hands occupied to a bullpen, mind for ways to suppress everyone.

"You shouldn't bother texting me to come you know?' You suck in your teeth realizing that you've been ignored, once more

'For God's sake, I'm talking to you!' The sudden outburst noisily interrupted him 'Should've declined my offer, then.' He barks back, eyes glued to his front 'Oh, my God! You've turned from a complete nice guy to a jerk, a total big jerk.' You half-yell at him, and finally, the long-awaited attention is towards you

'Can you shut the hell up, I need company not a mother to nag me all around but since you decided otherwise maybe you can leave and stop bothering me.' That, that hurts.

'I can't believe you, you know that? I've been here all this month rooting for you and your sickening dream and this is how you repay me? I'm not asking much, just simple attention from you yet you can't afford that but instead, you lashed it out back at me like I'm the one at fault.' Hot, and warm tears begin accompanying your cheeks, you try your best to keep them away from plunging but it kept falling like an endless rain.

For a wink, you could see a twinge of regret in his eyes but his actions and his words never flatter 'Fine, leave and stop bothering you? I will.' He watches. He watches as you pick your stuff up, he watches as you slam his bedroom door open and he watches your hand slip him with a mere inch. He watches you leave and stop bothering him.

OLIVER AIKU:

How many times has it been? First at the mall, second at a private karaoke bar, third at one of his matches, and this? the fourth, perhaps the fifth, worst of it all inside your Goddamn house. Your one-year-old month boyfriend is caught cheating with you. They were playing games at your Nintendo switch. As a person who could not tolerate getting your stuff snoop around, you didn't waste another second throwing your heavy bag to her head eliciting pain screaming.

Aiku shot from his seat dropping the woman in the process and your Nintendo fell to the hard ground. You throw a dagger at the slightly shorter woman, pointing out to the door 'Get. Lost.' She picks up her scattering stuff and leaves with a screech when you do the slapping motion her way

'We need to talk.' You grumble he could barely make it, he hums legs man-spread waiting for you to speak further 'Why?' It was inaudible, below a whisper, had he not paid attention to you he would miss it but the eat-shit grin never wipe off his face knowing he'll get out of this mess sooner or later.

He loves you, yes but wasn't enough to make sure he won't cheat. You are nothing like the girls he's with, you are different in your ways but the urge to always never be faithful laces behind him - but you are always kind enough to never push him off even after countless times he cheated on you and that's why, right now he is not scared. Not scared of losing you, the only one who can love and understand him.

'I don't know...' That three words are enough to completely shatter every last dignity in you and to finally stop being an idiot and get your heart plays every time.

'I've done nothing but forgive you, yet you still cheated on me with another girl-' You rambles

'Not another, it's the same girl-' Your body moves before your brain could digest, and your hand place right on his cheek leaving a red print that his bottom lip bleeds slightly from the harsh impact.

'I hate you.' His grin drops from his face, and the smug smirk on his face fell effortless at your words, the words he's familiar with to other women but so strange from you. That simple but harsh words indicating him that he's fucked up, badly this time.

His whole form jolted your way but your eyes remained to the ground 'I'm leaving.' You finally said after a moment of intense silence.

You get up and try to leave but the firm grip on your wrist prevents you from doing so 'Where are you going?' You swat his hand away 'Fuck you, Aiku. Fuck you, fuck your girls, and fuck this stupid relationship.'

BAROU SHOEI:

You don't exactly remember how this argument even started. You remember arriving home, taking shower, and doing your work when Barou slam the door of your private study room, all angry, veins popping out at the side of his temple.

And you do remember your boyfriend being an absolute clean-freak.

'Was it so important? I just asked you to take the fucking trash out, God damn it!' Ah, you remembered now, that morning he had asked you to take out the trash when you got home after work but you forget 'And I said I forgot! Seriously, what's wrong with you?! It's just a fucking trash, go and take it out yourself!' More veins popping out of his face.

'You are so useless, you peasant. It's just a simple task but you can't do it. All you do is lie down all day and procrastinate like a fucking turtle. Seriously, is there anything you good at?!' His words are harsher than he intended. It was spiteful and sharp like a knife. The form of the act to look tough just as much as he did fall crumble to the palm of his calloused hand.

'You are so mean. What do you mean by 'procrastinate'? I've been stressing over deadlines and working all-day, do you bother asking?' You feel the desire to kick him, punch him and slap him for saying that but you fight every bone and fiber in you not to as to not make the situation worse.

'I'm tired enough playing slave at works but not at home too..' You sighed, your head throbs in pain and agony but you composed yourself with exhales and inhales.

'But maybe if you desire someone to do everything you asked for, you should go and hire a maid not a girlfriend, you selfish idiot.' You purposely bump your shoulder on him, leaving him in the room to himself.

NAGI SEISHIRO:

Hassle. Another hassle. More Hassle. Is it even a hassle anymore? more like a burden. A burden you had to carry. A burden you lift off to save this pointless relationship.

At first, you find it cute, anyone would but after months of living together, it became sort of like a responsibility. A responsibility you aren't ready to commit. Each day becomes worse, so worse that you sometimes became doubtful if you can go through the day, alive.

'Seishiro, why is everything scattering around?' You implied to the scattered chips, cans of sodas, and the CDs of games 'Eh, it was a hassle to pick it up.' He mentioned, hands continuing to type in the controller 'Sei, we've talked about this. You shouldn't turn the house upside down.'

'But it wasn't upside down though...?' You had to stop your words to take a long breath to compose yourself from cursing out at him 'No matter what it is, you shouldn't mess stuff around. Clean it.' You put your bag down and take a towel to bath 'Make sure everything's done when I finished showering.'

Indeed not. The boy won't listen, no matter how loud you shouts at him, no matter how hard you are on him, he will never budge

'Seishiro, what did I tell you about-' You notice the headphone on his head, you can even hear the song he's playing knowing how loud he just set his volume to. You snatch the headphone off his head with an angry look 'Pick up the mess you made.' He rolls his eyes at you, the faint 'K.O' sound from the television heard not long after he set down his controller.

'Why don't you clean it yourself? It's a hassle for me to do it. There's so much...' He complained, legs crossed with his eyes on you. His sharp eyes bore into you, probably creating a dagger of a bullet if you hadn't spoken any further to switch his attention to 'Listen, it wasn't me who go around and did this mess. It's you, and that's why you should do it.' He clicks his tongue in annoyance, well that's new coming from him

'You are such a hassle. So annoying...' He scratched his head in attempt to reduce his annoyance 'I'm annoying. No you are. You are a hassle. I am not your mom to go and clean up after your mess Seishiro. Think wisely before you speak from the idiotic, and lazy mouth of yours.' You pointed out, your point finger merely an inch from his face, ready to stab his face with it.

'Until you clean this whole a lot of mess you've done. Don't call me, I'm staying at a friend's.' He wanted to call for you but something is holding him back - it wasn't a hassle he felt, for once.

EITA OTOYA:

He wasn't like this at first. He is pretty calm, relaxed, and laid-back when you both first dated but nowadays - he is still the way he is but not with you. With everyone else, yes but not with you. With you, he changed. He's becoming cold, and sarcastic all the time. But this minimum change in him never succeeded to make you hate him instead, you grew worried. Is there something you've been doing wrong? Is it your appearance that made his change? Why won't he say anything?

You know how risky it is to date him, after all, you knew him from way back. Otoya is a playboy, a guy who dates half of the girl population in school. But was that enough to stop you from taking a liking to him? No. It's sicker when you confessed to him and he accepted you right away.

It's even sicker when he told you he's been eyeing you for quite some time. That's why you are in this relationship with him now even though it's secreted from the public eye.

You snap out of your thoughts when a controller is pushed your way, your sibling who had just finished their show giving the remote to you 'Your boyfriend is doing an interview today right?' You thank them with a smile as you switch the channel to sports ones. It shows that the media is now preparing for a press conference with the Barcha's FC man of the match, which is your boyfriend. You could spot him at the back, his green strand stood out from the rest as he began treading to his table and sat down, ready to answer the media's question.

It was going well, they were asking your boyfriend - well questions that related to football but not until a female reporter came and ask him about you - technically, your relationship 'Is it true that you've got yourself a girlfriend?' The reporter asked, 'Is she coming today? Would you describe her and what she's like?' She continues further on, adding fuel to the fire.

You began not feeling comfortable in your seat, anticipating the answer your boyfriend will prepare 'No, no I haven't got myself a girlfriend, with my career that is important ta' but ta' have a girlfriend is just not it, it's too tiresome. So I'm pretty much available right now.' He winks to the camera earning a few laughs from the audience. But, was it funny? It wasn't funny to get your heart stomped on like that by the person you trust with every molecule in your body.

You decided that it was enough and switched off the channel. On cue, your sibling got out of the bathroom 'Can I stay overnight?' You watch them giving you a suspicious look 'What happened?' You shake your head at them, dismissing the idea completely to talk about this, right now.

'I'm just too tired to drive,' They step closer to you plopping down on the couch 'I can call Otoya to pick you up?' You rapidly declined the idea, giving them a small believable smile before you - leisurely, got up 'I'm gonna go and have a bath.' You thank them for indirectly letting you stay for the day and tread to the guest room.

Your sibling watches as your figure disappears inside the room, shrugging to themselves.

It was late at night, strike twelve yet you were still up, eyes wide like a fish. Your hands cross on top of your stomach tapping a rhythm to find the need to doze off but your mind decided to play tricks on you by looping the interview you watched that evening. Your mind is hazy and your eyes are teary. Otoya never left a message after the interview ended. Is he not scared you might watch the interview, how come he didn't update anything? Can he at least say that it was a lie?

But nope, you don't know what happened to the boy after the interview.

You keep tossing around to sleep when out of nowhere the bedroom door of the guest room burst open. You jolted in bed, thinking the possibly worst of all but upon seeing the stood-out green strand and white hair, your whole form relaxed but then, you realized why you are in this state at the first place.

You spot your sibling by the door doing the 'what's going on?' gestures with their hands 'You can leave...' You encourage them, watching as they are reluctant to leave but leave nonetheless.

'Close the door, I don't want them to hear us...' Otoya is in disbelief not liking the way you are talking but obliged.

'Why didn't yer' come home? I was waiting fer' ya, thank God yer' sibling called me...' You sighed, sitting down at the edge of the bed and feeling the mattress dip under your shape 'That's rich coming from you when you told the world about how having a girlfriend is 'tiresome'.' You watch his eye twitch in irritation.

'I did what I was supposed to, I don't want them ta' know about us?'

'Why not? No, really, why not? Why didn't you want them to know? I mean it's been a while since we are dating so don't you think it is finally time or is it because you are bored of me now? Because that explains why you've been ignoring me these past few weeks.' His Adam's apple bops up and down gulping down a huge lump at the back of his throat.

'I...'

'Don't you dare lie to me, Eita.' You point a finger his way in a threatening manner 'Yer' right. I don't know Y/n. I don't think I see any future heck even a tomorrow in this relationship. My career is so important ta' me, I don't see myself can focus on anything else but football at this time. I don't want to hurt yer' by breaking up witcha but I just don't feel it anymore... M' sorry.' You scoff, feeling the urge to choke him so hard he loses consciousness.

'Don't apologize if you didn't truly mean it. It still doesn't justify your actions to treat me like one of your exes. I'm hurt Eita, hurt because I know you meant what you said during your interview. At least try and be a little nice with your way of talking shit about me.' You huff in disappointment

'So I think we can end this now, get out!' He flinches at the sudden spurt but he stays under composure 'I said. Leave.' You pointed out at the door gesturing him to walk up which he did after a moment of hesitation.

'I hope I can see you around. My sibling will walk you to the door.' You close the bedroom door, immediately creating a barrier between him and you.

MICHAEL KAISER

One thing about Kaiser being in a relationship is he always thinks men are superior. He's the 'woman stays in the kitchen to serve men sandwiches' type of guy and that didn't make any difference with you. Of course, at first, you obliged like a good girl of his, after all that's what he wants in a girl, an obedient girl - and you fit the spot just perfectly. But after months you think it becomes sort of like a master and maid kind of relationship minus the fact you two eat, sleeps, shower, and get intimate. It was something you can bare for a long period of time but within time, he became overly comfortable with the way you are.

And that pissed you off. Kaiser is sweet at a time, but most of the time he is his usual self, arrogant, rude, and vain. The way he talks to you sometimes also adds salt to the wound.

'And what exactly is my job, Kaiser?!' He shrugs, his looks staying unbothered 'To serve me, take care of me,' He swirls the wine inside the wine cup before he takes a sip. You scoff in disbelief 'I am not your fucking maid. I'm your girlfriend for fuck's sake!' He sighs putting down the wine cup 'Look, why do you suddenly complain? Why now, I thought you are fine being my maid-girlfriend' He emphasized the word 'maid' with one brow cock 'You are an asshole, you know that?' A deep chuckle slips his lips in pure amusement 'Tell me something I don't know.' He challenged, one hand now propping to his knee and his chin, looking at you with a mock confused look

'You never change, do you? Always thinking you are superior to anyone else but... I'm your girlfriend, Kaiser. Can't you at least be nice, even for a little? It's that little I'm asking for you.'

'What can I say, Y/n? Am a narcissistic fuck and that won't change even for you, I mean who are you?' He laughs picking back up the wine to drink it in one go 'You are not different than the rest of that mediocrities I'm with, just identical.' The way those hurtful words coming out from him like it cost him nothing brings instant tears to your eyes

'You are so ignorant.' You push the urge to break down in front of him as you turn your heels around to walk away 'Where are you going?' He asked gripping your waist and hugging you from behind 'Let me go,' He tighten his grasp on you so close you can feel his head shake a no.

'Not gonna happen,' 'Kaiser, let me-' A broken sob left your mouth, and that's when he finally lets go to turn you around so you are facing him 'Y/n...' You finally get the chance to push past him and huff 'Don't call my name,' You strut to your room and close the door, locking him behind.

[uchiha-7thsingularity]

Touchstarved is a new addition to my fandom found family

(After playing the demo and listening to behind the scenes with the devs interview)

I'm glad they are getting the love and support they deserve on their own creation...they legally own now. 😤😍

I will be buying merch from them! And donating because I want this game to be developed as soon as possible.

Mhin will be my seventh emo child I adopt after Felix (last legacy), minato (p3), Virgil(sanders sides), levi(obey me), rory(lucifer), and idia(tw). They're the embodiment of "don't touch me I'm lethal and will use it to my advantage." Like a feral kitten with zoomies trying to get their prized toys which is a decent conversation with someone. A hunter that is welcome to hunt me down to get their cloak back.

Kuras got me on my knees with his healing touch. *not sexually* I mean he lit a fire in me to the point I want to see him go feral every time I toss and turn to see his true colors. His design screams "I'm the sun your a speck of dust not sit and let me observe you." Kind but aloof. Gentle but stern. Calm but will be feral if necessary. Another reason to follow him till the end of time.

Vere is THAT asshole, dick of a friend. Best friend? Frenemy?! Doesn't matter his deal I want to rile him up. Make his fur stand on end when he feels my MC's presence walk into the same room he's in just to say nothing to him and walk out. I want to fight him. Lovingly where he respects me to some degree to which were on first name basis. Bark or hiss at him at random to throw him off. Vibes are "I'll throw you across this room if you don't stop grabbing for my tail."

Ais is a hot pepper. You look at his whole design and see "Stop looking or be my guest I could care less." A man who gives you no second glance. Tames beasts. Punches a dirtbag for you because he felt like it. Named a dog demon princess.....I would like to buy him a drink. Will physically cling to him to ask him how his day went. Would make him laugh by tripping and falling to just see his reaction. Yep, that's what I was hoping for and I want more.

Leander is a wannabe hero figure/leader sort of. A man of taste in magical affairs. Could standoff as a "great smile just don't fall for the shine." Lends you a firm hand but is smooth like butter. Hype man. Heavy drinker and fighter. He a wingman but in the wrong way to where he ends up with the person we wanted to woo. Up to all kinds of shenanigans unless rent paid then he parties. I need his good luck charms to earn a lucky night out with him. Tell me everything!

Still will wait two years for this game. Want the devs to go at their own pace to not be overwhelmed. Have to redraw my oc. Love the story and how the devs said all the characters are doomed either way no matter the bad or good endings. All five individuals will be chaos. It's a case of will I make them worse or better.Instead the alternative is to make them realize you will never leave their side no matter what. Lots of death and gore. Finally! Finally!! Like a villain (mainly monsters) story where we have toxic characters and don't automatically make them good just because but actually dive into the lore and help them break a curse or live with it. Redemption? Possibly?! Althouh, I want to help them show their true colors and what their capable of even if it leads directly to a dead end. These five have no idea what's coming for them...I've ranted enough for today. Bye!