#and then past a certain point you're like Hello. Hello. What the hell was that. HELLO.

[waitineedaname]

I'm beginning to notice a pattern in my interests

[amazinglyashy]

hello, idk if you're open but if you dooo, can you do HC of lads seeing MC being more...brutal? since we all know our mc is badass but kind right, but what if sometimes she slipped and her darkness come forth more than she usually let on? hahahah idk it just after all mc been through she's more than validated to be villain u kno. so yea! thankchuu

Just a heads up, I am ALWAYS open, it's just a matter of when I get to the request, so as long as you're patient, anyone can send in anything anytime!! :D And ooh, this is an interesting one, but something I've definitely thought about haha. MC's been through a lot, and I feel a lot of readers also have too, and there comes a point when you gotta say screw it, I'm mad now. (I'll also say I'm still really grumpy about how little we get regarding MC's grieving during certain points of the story, and the lack of how the Li's all react as well to the news, no matter how little they know about the situation :/) Thank you for the request <3 hope you enjoy!

Love and Deepspace Li's reaction to seeing you finally snap

Rafayel -

He's somehow... not surprised.

But can you blame him?

The amount of rage Rafayel carries in his heart is constantly, constantly threatening to bubble up to the surface and boil over the edges of his last remaining ounces of humanity. The amount of cruelty on the basis of pure rage that he could commit is not a volume that he is proud to carry, but something he carries heavily though.

So seeing you finally snap is... almost cathartic.

He knows what he's been through, hell- he knows a great deal of what you've been through. Even in the distant past. It would be a wonder if you weren't angry. If you weren't seeing things. If you hadn't 't been simmering up to your breaking point from microaggressions and trauma stacking up and up until-

Here you were.

And for him, it feels like you're doing something of your own volition- feeling something that was entirely your own. Devoid of any outside influence or need to be the kindest person in the room. To keep your head down, path straight and narrow.

And despite the sheer amount of power he possesses in comparison to you, he will admit if asked- that he was just a little bit afraid at first. Even if just for a moment.

And damn, he was proud of you.

Zayne -

Calmly, he watches you.

It's out of character, sure, given how you usually are. Even when you're rude or abrasive, it's never anywhere near... something quite like this.

But the other thing is- he has a good grasp on the human psychic, just from his medical knowledge, even though it isn't his main area of study. He knows what it takes to truly make someone snap, both from personal experience and from his findings in research.

He also knows the extent of things you have been through that have been building up, cumulating into this moment before him where you have finally just broken.

Depending on the level of rage and cruelty you reach, he may stop you, or he may let you go. Either way, his actions are calm and calculated, no matter how he might disagree with, agree with, or fear your actions. He knows someone needs to remain levelheaded in this situation, and he's more than capable of taking on that role.

Gods forbid once you calm down that you feel guilty. If what you did was uncalled for or wrong, he'll discuss it with you, but if there was justifications to your actions or experiences and trauma that had led you to your moment, he'll just pull you into a hug slowly, his expression even.

He'll say it if he needs to, but his actions will hopefully tell you that nothing, nothing you do will ever change his love for you.

Xavier -

He's startled.

He himself is used to having complete control over his emotions, to the point where he can disguise them exceedingly well to maintain a calm aura. So seeing you fully snap and head down a warpath, it's... shocking.

But he's not entirely surprised.

Honestly, he would be more surprised if you had never got this angry at all, given the things you had told him under the covers in his bed, after a particularly late night in his apartment watching movies together.

You've been through a lot.

He knows that.

He knows how it hurts.

So when you finally rage, it takes him a few moments for even the thought of stopping you to enter his mind. And even when it does, he first has to have a small battle internally on whether or not letting you go off and have your cathartic moment is better, even at the cost of a little bit of destruction.

He'll stop you if it's particularly dangerous though, even if it means having to wrestle you away from whatever it is that was taking the brunt of your anger.

Otherwise, he'll just let you go.

Whenever you're done though, if you dare try and steal a glance back towards him, afraid that you may have scared him or made him scared or angry with you-

He'll just flash you a small, comforting smile.

Sylus -

Sylus spends the majority of his time in a cesspool of seething rage, backstabbing psychopaths, and fake smiles that take advantage of the weak and needy.

Anger for himself, anger towards others, anger to benefit others who can't seem to get angry themselves-

If anyone knows what fury is, it's him. Whether secondhand, personally, or just being around it for so long, he knows the emotion intimately well and every single shape or form that it could possibly take.

Still, seeing you suddenly lose it is... surprising.

He likes it.

Not in a way where he's turned on necessarily (though it is an additional feeling), but the enjoyment stems from constantly seeing you put others before yourself- watching you make yourself small so that the people around you could be big- and now finally watching you take what you deserved in his eyes.

He won't intervene unless you're doing something he knows you'll deeply regret later, instead favoring watching you until you've burnt out and finished to the end.

He's mostly quiet, he knows it's probably not something you want to talk about, like most people wouldn't want to after a particularly vicious outburst in an argument. But he can't help a few small comments.

"I'm surprised. I never thought the kitten had such big claws. You really surprised me, sweetie."

[nkjemisin]

Hello NK Jemisin! I'm a huge fan of yours, and I wanted to thank you for writing all of the books you've written, and doing all that you do. You're really awesome and you are doing important work! :) I had a long question, if you have time to answer! What's your commentary on creating fantasy cultures, using real ones as inspiration? You've done this before in your stories, and I wanted to know if you had any guidance on doing it well. I'm writing my first novel right now (fantasy!) and am dealing with a surprising amount of guilt regarding using real cultures as a basis for my fake ones. On one hand, I want to create a really unique fantasy world, not the bog-standard European stuff. It's not only more interesting to me, but I also admittedly want to use my story to help introduce people to concepts that might be helpful in the real world, help readers understand what these real people go through and perhaps inspire change. On the OTHER hand, I don't know if it's 'my place' to do so (I'm Black btw, but I'm not just writing about Black-coded fantasy characters). And I'm worried about representing people in a harmful way, even if it's by accident. I'm even hung up about names! Should I use names from real languages related to the cultures I'm inspired by, or should I just make them up to emphasize that, while yes these people are clearly inspired by real cultures, they are ultimately *their own* thing. I'm really conflicted on this and am hoping you can offer some feedback and/or commentary. Sorry for the long ask. Either way, have a great day and I look forward to whatever work you do next!

If I can rephrase what you're saying here, it sounds like you're concerned about cultural appropriation -- specifically, which cultures you get to "borrow from" and "remix," how much remixing you can do before you've done damage, how to depict people from cultural backgrounds other than your own, etc.

If that's what you're asking, then there are whole schools of thought on how to "appropriate appropriately." A lot of thinking on this has evolved in the past few years, for good and for ill; Own Voices, for example. (The short version: the Own Voices hashtag movement started as a grassroots attempt to get marginalized voices telling the stories of their own cultures, because there's been a nasty trend of only white/Western/Anglophone/etc. authors publishing books about those cultures. The problem? Some publishers and readers started acting as if marginalized writers weren't allowed to do anything but stories in their own cultures -- a restriction, instead of an inclusion/correction. Worse, publishers, etc started using it as a marketing shorthand, in ways that were just... not good. They made it weird, basically.) But I'm still fond of the approach that's in Writing the Other, by Nisi Shawl and Cynthia Ward. It's centered on ethnicity/race, but a lot of its approach can be extrapolated to culture. There's too much good stuff in this book to summarize it easily, but you should read it instead of a summary anyway -- it's short.

I don't see the point of guilt, when it comes to something like this. Guilt is what you feel when you've done something wrong, and admiring another culture enough to want to tell a story featuring it isn't wrong. However, there are things you need to do -- research, conversations, considerations of power dynamics -- to reduce the harm you might end up doing by telling that story as an outsider. And note that no matter what you do, though, you might still end up doing harm. (Even people writing about their own culture can end up doing that.) If you fuck up, apologize, figure out what went wrong, and try to do better next time. That's really all you can do.

And then write whatever the hell you want. There's a persistent pressure on Black writers to only cover certain subjects, certain settings; nah. We get to have range, too. You've just got to put in the work to do it well.

Good luck.

[letmedixonyou]

i'm not yours - part 10

summary: Daryl and you are friends. He dated Leah. You told him you loved him and things fell apart, but you returned to being friends, right?

Aaron is throwing a birthday party in the mess hall, and Daryl asks Y/N to go for a supply run with her. The party is going great until certain someone decides to ruin it.

words: 3.5k

warnings: allusions to sexual activities, swearing

A/N: Hello, muffins! I've had a week of an absolute writer's block! I honestly could not write a singular sentence without hating it! 😫 But here I am, with the next part! Enjoy!

Read previous part: part 9

"Aaron, what the hell is all this?" you ask, stepping into the mess hall for breakfast the next day.

After the conversation last night, you spent most of the evening trying to convince Daryl that you are well enough to get out of the house and start living your normal life again. You showed him the bruises and even took a few deeper breaths to prove a point. He reluctantly agreed, even though his face said, "no way in hell, you're not ready". Reminding him about your resilience and perseverance, you ruffled his hair a little, which made him grumble and scoff, but his smirk told you he secretly enjoyed that.

Stepping closer to the boxes on the table, you looked inside and saw a lot of different decorations. There were shiny, silvery and gold chains that looked like Christmas tree decor, some colourful balloons and even some crazy string. You smile seeing everything and then look up to Aaron who stepped closer to you.

"It's for my birthday party tonight," he explained quickly and grinned ear to ear.

"Your birthday is today?" your eyebrows shoot up. You don't even remember when was the last time you celebrated your birthday. Mostly because it’s hard to track days and years without a proper calendar.

"Well, somewhere this time of the year. And here," he says, and picks up a folded card from the table and hands it to you. It was a handwritten invitation, beautiful cursive letters on the white, sturdy piece of card.

"Thanks," you smile, touching the letters. "This is amazing."

"I've got Eric to thank for that," he chuckled.

You nod understandingly. Eric was a teacher in the past life, so maybe he picked up the cursive writing from that? Although, all the teachers at your school had a terrible writing. Perhaps, it was a hobby, or he learnt it so he can create stunning Valentine's cards for Aaron. The thought made you smile — the thought of someone loving another person so much they pick up a new hobby or a skill to make them happier was quite endearing.

"Looking forward to it," you say to Aaron, patting his shoulder lightly and swinging the card in front of you.

You go to get some food from the buffet counter and then sit down at one of the tables that weren’t cluttered with boxes. You eat it quickly, so you don't get in a way of Aaron decorating, even though there were multiple people all over the place, taking their sweet time. Somehow, though, he was weaving through the crowd and making it work. Impressive. 

Your tray hits the pile of dirty ones in the corner, and then you walk out, taking a walk to the lake.

The day was cloudy and cold, so you wrap your jacket around you a little tighter, standing on the edge of the water, looking at the reflections of the sky slowly moving. Bugs and frogs around it, creating ripples in the water, distorting the image. It was kind of peaceful and quiet. The mornings in Alexandria were your favourite. Most people were still sleeping, only a few were rushing around to change the shifts on lookout tower or going on supply runs. From where you were standing, you could see Deanna already working in the garden, picking off weeds from the ground.

You stay around for a little while, just enjoying the peace, before a hand was placed on your shoulder. It made you jump and turn around quickly, your hands curling into fists at your sides. You were faced with Daryl. He quickly removed his hand and put it up in a defensive pose.

"Coming in peace," he says and puts hands down to his sides. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, sorry. I guess I have PTSD now," you huff a laugh and cross your arms on your chest. It was only a half joke. You knew that it was true - your mind turned into a fight or flight mode with unexpected touches. "You?"

He nods before speaking. "I have an offer."

"Listening," you say slowly, elongating the whole word. You were curious.

"I need a supply run partner for..."

"Yes. Let's go."

You don't let him finish and already started walking off in the direction of the armoury, when you feel a hand gripping your arm and pulling you backwards. Your body, once again, tenses, even though you know it was just Daryl. You sigh and glance at Daryl, whose brows are furrowed, and he looked like he was fighting the eye roll really hard.

"A few rules first," he says firmly, not letting go of your arm.

"Rules?"

"Rules," his repeated answer was enough to make your eyes squint at him. Your lips pursed. "You gotta follow them, or you're not coming."

"What rules those may be?"

"Well, for starters - you let me do the majority of things. Getting supplies, killing walkers, all of it," he gestures dismissively.

"So, what's the point of me going?" you ask, shifting from one foot to the other. "If you're going to do all the dirty work, what is my role in this?"

"Covering my ass," he says, and finally lets go of your arm. "And company."

"Oh, so you need company now?"

"Yours? Always."

His words made the familiar warmth inside you spread across your chest, but you push the feelings you have for him deep down, so they never get discovered again. You smile gently, thinking about months you weren't able to banter and joke with him. Months that you've spent apart, because of your mouth not connecting with your brain but your heart once in your life. You were beating yourself up for it. You knew if it didn't happen, you'd never lose Daryl. Not only that, but you'd never lost all that time. And you decided that it wasn’t worth it. So you’ll stay as far from those feelings as possible.

“That all the rules?” You ask with your eyebrow up.

"No," he says, shaking his head. "The second rule is - always stay behind me. No matter what."

"Okay," you look him up and down, trying not to smirk too hard at how serious he was about the rules. Was he trying to protect you? Maybe. But what happened to a man that believed you could take care of yourself? "Okay, what else?"

"Do not run off like you used to," he says, pulling on the strap of his crossbow. "I gotta know you're around and safe."

So he is trying to protect you and keep you safe.

It's true. You used to run off during the supply runs all the time. Whenever you saw something worth checking out or heard the walkers roaming nearby, you were off like you were going on an adventure. It definitely felt like it sometimes. Some people described you as a person who gets off on the adrenaline, the excitement of finding things or killing the undead with your machete was always visible on your face, which made perfect sense. You despised being bored, so looking for new things to get you at least a bit excited was your thing.

"That all?"

“Yeah, I think so,” he nods.

„Okay. Deal, but I have one condition, too.”

You say it with a mischievous smile. You knew he was not going to be happy about the condition. Daryl hated parties, especially ones where people were close together in confined spaces of four walls. It was a fucking nightmare for him. Too close, too crowded, too sweaty, too unnecessary. You knew that even mentioning it would make his eyes roll to the back of his head - the idea seemingly the worst.

Even though you knew he might refuse, you still wanted to ask. You secretly wanted him to go with you. The idea of him watching over you, especially since the attack, seemed nice. Something about his gaze on you felt like a warm blanket. His words brought you back to reality.

“What’s that?”

You cleared your throat. “I’ll be a good girl, and follow your rules-," you say slowly. You could see his head tilting slightly to the side, and he crossed his arms on his chest. "-if you go to Aaron’s birthday party with me tonight.”

Just as you thought, the suggestion made his eye roll, and he huffed and groaned unhappily. The idea of attending something he didn't have to was not appealing at all. He stared at you, his hand rubbing his temple like he was trying to find an excuse or reasons not to come. You felt the need to make your own rule, because if he can do it, why can't you, right? His face visibly changed, and his eyes closed for a minute, as if trying to keep cool and collected. After a minute, his eyes open and he shoots you a hard look.

"Seriously?"

"Oh, yeah," you smacked your lips together. You simply could not contain the smile on your face.

Daryl took a deep breath and whistled it out. His head shook slightly in resignation. His lips were invisible with how hard he squeezed them together. Deep hate for crowds comes from his childhood as well. You remember him telling you about getting lost in a mall for hours and crying his eyes out, trying to look for his mama. Turned out his mum was too high to actually give a fuck about leaving her son in a mall. And the security guard was not much of a help either. And somehow, the police didn't care that much. They just dropped him off at home and gave his mum a warning. Wild times, the 1970s.

"Fine," he said finally, and you grinned even wider. "Wipe that shit-eating grin off your face. You creep me out."

You stuck your tongue out at him, and he rolled his eyes, but you could see in his eyes that he wasn't the least bit annoyed at you. He found it amusing how you always challenged him, made him socialise and left no space to argue. It was always the thing he liked about you.

After the entire day on the supply run, you made a plan to meet up with Daryl at the entrance of the mess hall so you could walk in together. They always say that it's better to have company when you attend parties. It's less stressful, and it feels like you can rely on someone. Daryl agreed with a nod.

You decided to wear a dress. It wasn't often you had an opportunity to wear anything like it these days. It's usually cargo pants and plain tops. You took a quick shower and brushed your hair, pulling it onto a low bun, and you put on an above-the-knee, faded green dress. Looking at yourself in the mirror, you knew something was missing — like jewellery or a clutch bag to make it more elegant — but in the zombie world, there is no such luxury. You pulled out a pair of worn-out black heels from your wardrobe, a pair of them never worn or even tried on. You picked them up from a supply run years ago and this is the first time you wore it.

You made your way towards the entrance of the mess hall, and you saw Daryl standing there, illuminated by a soft light coming through ajar doors. He certainly made an effort to at least change his clothes, now wearing a dark blue Henley and black jeans, which you appreciated. His hair was still messy and he was smoking a cigarette. He looked so hot, all you wanted to do was to drop to your knees and…

Noooo, bad thoughts. Bad.

You close your eyes for a second, once again pushing the entire variety of feelings stirring inside of you down. You were not going back there. Not now, that you finally have your best friend back, and your life feels normal again. You smiled at him, approaching, and his eyes seemed to take you in, scan your figure up and down. There was something in his eyes that you did not recognise.

"You clean up well," you say cheerfully.

"So do you," he says, his voice a tiny bit hoarse and unfamiliar. He clears his throat once and looks at the slightly open doors of the mess hall. "Shall we?"

"Yeah."

You both get inside and the soft music and conversations hit your ears. Some people laughing, some people even dancing. You look around at the perfectly decorated mess hall, the ribbons on the ceiling and balloons on the floor, some crazy string falling down the curtains and walls. It wasn't much, but you could definitely tell it was a birthday party. Or any type of party, really. You look to your right, but Daryl was gone, making his way to the makeshift drinks table. The chuckle escaped your mouth. Of course, he needed some liquid courage to be able to stay at this party longer. You decided to leave him be and talk to Aaron to wish him happy birthday, and socialise with a few of other people.

You get your drink delivered by Daryl. You didn’t even have to tell him, and he didn’t ask either. He just knew you well enough to bring you some red wine in a fancy-looking glass (probably taken from one of the fancier mansions Aaron went on a supply run to) and you thanked him quietly. He then walked over to the side of the room and leaned against the wall, taking a sip of his whiskey, his eyes watching you.

He nurses the same glass for the entire party, slowly sipping on it, but the liquid doesn't seem to be draining at all. He stays near you throughout the party. It wasn't an over the shoulder watching, not at all. More like a `making sure you're safe` way which truthfully made you feel a little more at ease.

You spotted Leah at the party an hour ago, and you fought your instincts to go over to her and give her a piece of your mind… Or a piece of your fist, depending on how that conversation would go. But you stayed rooted between a group of people you were talking with. She seemed to be staying away from everyone, including you, but every time you and her locked eyes, her lips curled into an eerie smirk, and only you knew what it meant. She was also staying out of Daryl's way, avoiding him like fire, never coming close to the spot where he leaned against the wall. You weren't sure if Daryl was aware she was here, but chose not to bring any attention about it to him. Instead, you went to grab some more wine.

As the time passed by, you decided to have a break from socialising and rest where Daryl was resting. You turned around, but he wasn't there, your body suddenly tensed up a little before you realise he probably went for a cigarette or to the bathroom. Sipping on the wine, you lean against the wall, and you look around, your eyes immediately fall onto Leah's figure.

She was wearing her usual, head-to-toe black outfit, and her hair was tied together in a loose plait. Her blue eyes seemed to be scanning the surroundings, making sure no one was paying too much attention to her. And no one was. She was like a ghost. Was she a ghost? Did you really have that much wine that you’re hallucinating her? 

You furrow your brow. She smiled from ear to ear and then started making her way to the stairs that led upstairs, where Alexandria kept supplies. In a spur of the moment, without thinking about it twice, you decide to follow her.

You push yourself off the wall and make your way through the crowd, your blood pumping so hard you could hear it in your ears. You see Leah climbing up the stairs, and then she disappears around the corner. You trot up as well and you stop. Looking around, you realise there were way too many doors, and you were way too tipsy to check all of them. Also, what the hell are you going to do when you confront her? Talk to her? Threaten her? Beat her up? Well, you certainly wanted to.

"What are you doing up there?"

Daryl's voice jolts you up, and you turn on your heel,  looking down. He was standing in a corridor, between the stairs and the walls, looking up at you with a puzzled expression. You take a deep breath and let it out.

"Nothing," you mumble.

"Okay," he didn't sound convinced, but he decided not to push it. You step closer to the baluster and leaning forwards. "Get back down here then."

You blink and suddenly everything is dark and the only source of light is a moonlight filtering through the windows and an open door. The soft music stops. Your ears pick up a creak behind you, but before you can turn around, your body gets pushed and the crack of the landing baluster echoes through the air. You fall down, and it feels like everything suddenly was in a slow motion. Somehow, your body clashes with Daryl's and you both fall down to the floor with a thud, grunting loudly. His chest cushioned your fall, and you look up at him, hands propping at his sides. For a minute, you just stared at him. He was even more beautiful up close. You shook his head, to get rid of these thoughts. His eyes were fixated on the landing upstairs, and his face scowled, showing a tiny wrinkle in his forehead.

You scramble to your feet and straighten your dress, pulling it down, and he follows suit.

"Are you okay?" He asks, scanning you for any type of injury.

"Yeah. Are you?" Your eyes look towards the people pulling into the hallway with curious looks on their faces.

"Nothing I cannot handle," he answers. He seemed so far away with his thoughts that you didn't bother to ask again, even though you wanted to make sure.

His eyes drifted upwards again, and your anxiety spikes. Did he know? Did he see? What did he see? Leah? And if so, was he planning to do something? Should you tell him that you also know?

Aaron and Eric push through the crowd of people and their eyes widen at the sight of you, Daryl and a broken baluster, laying in pieces on the floor. They come up to you and ask what happened, Aaron's hand land on your shoulder and his other hand reaches up and picks some splinters from your hair. You explain in as few words as possible, and they listen with shock painted across their faces.

Eric finishes his drink in one swig, and sighs deeply. "I just painted that a couple of days ago," he looks at the broken pieces of wood on the floor. He wasn't mad, he even seemed weirdly excited about it. Maybe because painting and decorating was the thing he enjoyed the most, here in Alexandria.

You mouth a “sorry” to him, even though it wasn't much of your fault, and you quickly say you'll clean up the mess, so everybody could go back to partying. Aaron and Eric round up the people and shoo them back to the mess hall. They turned the music on and up, and someone screamed out something about the party just getting started. You sigh, and you look at Daryl, who already started picking up the broken wood. Joining him, you take the pieces out and to the shed. The wood will probably be repurposed — either used to repair or to burn in fireplaces during winter.

Daryl was quiet for the whole process, and you could tell his head was preoccupied. Looking at him, you didn't know if you should mention anything or if you should just leave it be. You suspected he might have seen Leah. You knew it was Leah who pushed you down, there was no way that it was someone else.

After all the wood is stacked in the shed, you turn to him and open your mouth to speak, but he beats you to it.

"I'm gon' go home," he says, looking at you. "Don't want to be here any more."

"Okay," you say, nodding. "Walk me home?"

He gives you a little nod, and you walk to your house in silence. His hands were in his pockets and the air was thick with questions and anger. You were 99% sure he saw her upstairs, because why would he be so cryptic right now?

Once you both reach your house, you try to invite him in for another drink, just to prevent him from doing something stupid, but he refuses, making an excuse of being too tired. There was no point in arguing with him, so you just let it go and watched him disappear into the night, silently praying he’s just going home.

[felibrary]

cellphone love story — osamu dazai

*+ﾟsynopsis: recently, someone's been spam calling you to the point that you’re fed and pick up the phone, only to be greeted with someone by the name dazai who has been continuously trying to reach his dead friend. the calls however don't end here, rather, your (call) history with dazai starts to extend - slowly but surely forming a bond over time; the phone.

pairing: dazai x reader (gn) |wordcount: 2.5k (this was my personal hell)  | content & warnings: fluff, mentions of odasaku and very very very small mention of chuuya, more than friends less than lovers at the end (can also be interpreted as lovers, but that's just what i had in mind yall), brief mentions of drinking, light angst if you squint, not proofread its 5 am yall…. ; oneshot

a/n: sorry that i havent posted anything in the past few days (eight days to be exact i think..) i hope this will somehow make it up :,)

you can't keep count anymore.

this is the third - no, maybe fourth time today the unknown number has called you. at some point they have to realize that they’ve gotten the wrong number, right? 

it all started about one and a half weeks ago when you changed your phone number and received a new one. ever since that day someone has been continuously trying to call you. unfamiliar digits lit up on your screen as you were out with your friend, you ignored them, after all who were you to accept a call from an unknown number?

but, over the course of the evening the calls didn't stop, eerie and annoying ringtone constantly piercing through your ears until the calls took a halt at midnight. relief washing over you.

to your mishap the calls didn't stop there. sometimes they’d wake you up from a peaceful slumber, groggily pinching and rubbing your eyes before swiping the call away. other times your phone would ring at a work meeting where you had to awkwardly excuse yourself and turn off your phone.

admittedly, you're at fault for not blocking the number. all of your friends suggested that you should, reasoning it with the fact that the caller probably has some dirty schemes and motives and that you should just try and not get in touch with weird people like them. 

which brings you to your current predicament, sitting on the couch with your favorite show playing in the background as you text a friend, until a certain but familiar series of digits show up on your phone screen. do they never know when to stop?

your fingers hover over the decline button and then over to the accept button, debating and contemplating if you should decline the call but you don’t. the pads of your fingers press down on the accept button and you wait. 

you’re greeted with silence, what the hell? your patience runs thin, streaming like arid sand grains through an hourglass until they meet the bottom and gather there together with the others. it's been like thirty seconds into the call now, at this point they should've probably said something, at least a quiet hello. an exasperated sigh leaves your mouth and you begin “seriously? you’ve been calling me for the past week now and suddenly i pick up your calls you don’t say shit?” you complain.

“goodbye odasaku.” a sigh leaves the strangers mouth, a man you notice. “i suppose this is my sign to stop grieving and mourning over you.” his voice slightly quivers and the male chuckles sorrowfully. you can’t distinguish if it’s melancholy or relief that lace the bitter words. 

you’re left with confusion, so many unanswered questions lie at the tip of your tongue but you don’t dare to utter a word. “apologies.” he speaks up once again, this time with a steadier voice. “you’re probably confused, my name is osamu dazai.” he politely introduces himself. even though you’re unable to see him and can’t see him nor his expression, your intuition tells you that he’s slightly grinning, that a ghost of a smile graces his lips, although a rather sad one. 

“this phone number belonged to an old friend of mine.” dazai respires. a shaky “odasaku?” you whisper and let out a breath you yourself didn’t know you held in. “yeah, sakunosuke oda.” he hummed smilingly. “he’s gone.” dead, dazai wants to add but he refrains. 

“his voicemail always played when i dialed his number and called.” he whispered. “it was pleasant to hear his voice, knowing that there are still fragments of odasaku out there. he understood me like no other, i miss him.” dazai meekly confessed in a hushed tone. “but those days are over, i suppose it’s for the better.” the male on the other line sighed.

an umpteen amount of words prickle on your tongue, they itch to be released and said, you wanted to say something - anything. but before you’re able to properly gather your words and form a sentence, dazai cuts you off.

“please excuse my intrusions in the past week. have a good rest.” a shrilling sound echoing through your living room symbolizes the end of the call and you’re left dumbfounded.

-

strident noises awake you from your sleep. you toss and turn in your sheets as you mindlessly try to find your phone, rolling over to lay on your side as you find it and tightly clutching it, gripping your phone as you’re greeted with a bright screen and a row of digits. dazais number, you realize.

no, you didn't save his number nor did you memorize in which order the digits were aligned but his phone number's unfamiliar digits have become quite familiar now. you check the time: 0.52 a.m. what was dazai doing at such time and why was he calling you out of all people? especially after he hung up on you a month ago.

“hello?” you groggily yawn. “ah.” a female voice on the other line yelps, she sounds relieved. “are you odasaku by any chance? could you pick up mr. dazai please?” the woman asks in a demure manner. “what’s the situation?” you rub your eyes, trying to stay awake. “well, mr. dazai is intoxicated - he’s drunk and is currently slumped over the counter.” she whispers into the phone. 

“if that doesn’t bother you of course, i can also call someone else!” she hurriedly says. you're slipping out of your sheets to get out of your bed and move towards your hallway, loosely throwing over a thin jacket and checking its pocket if your car keys are in there. “it’s fine, can you tell me the location?” you tiredly ask. “yes of course. it’s bar lupin.” she replies. you check your phone and step outside your door moving towards your car “got it, i’ll be there in 20 minutes or so.” with that you end the call, get inside your car and put your hands on the steering wheel.

-

carefully you take a step inside the narrow bar, taking off your hood and immediately spotting dazai whose head was currently laying on the surface of the front bar. he was poking at his glass of whiskey, the ball of ice being almost fully melted. “dazai.” you call out. he turns around, hazel eyes meeting yours. 

only then can you admire dazai for the first time. his dark brown is tousled and unkempt but it continues to gleam in the orange light. his arms are wrapped in bandages and there's a long beige, almost khaki, coat draped over his body. you can’t help but think that he’s kind of pretty.

“what are you doing here?” dazai asks in a fatigued tone. you show him your car keys and wag them in the air “here to pick you up.” you reply nonchalantly. “why?” his question is barely above a whisper. 

why are you helping him? he doesn’t understand - he wishes to understand. the first impression you’ve received from dazai was when he was calling you non stop and now your second impression is him slumped over bar lupins front bar. dazai can’t tell if you’re just naive or really trying to be helpful out of politeness or rather out of kindness. 

a certain kindness he’s only ever received from odasaku. helping someone like him out of kindness with no hidden intentions, offering a helping hand, smiling with utmost fondness. 

“as if im leaving a somewhat nice drunkard alone. i’m not inhumane.” even though your answers are full of nonchalance, dazai can make out a certain sincerity that lies in your words. 

his eyes can only follow as you tilt your head towards the door. “let's get you back home.” you gently smile. 

-

dazai wakes up to the sound of  birds chirping and sizzling oil. he’s warm, a soft blanket covering his body only then dazai realizes that this isn’t his bed, that he’s not lying in his futon. he looks around before his gaze lands on the bedside table which had a glass of water atop it, marked with a little sticky note that said “drink this, you’ll feel much better and come find me in the kitchen :)” 

he can’t recall everything that happened yesterday, it all went past him like a blur the only thing he remembered was that you came to pick him up. dazai grabbed the glass and gulped it down in one go, some of its content seeping down his chin and wiping it away with his sleeve before sliding out of the bed with the glass in his hand to return it to you.

finding your kitchen wasn’t hard, it was located right next to the dining room where a variety of dishes were placed on the dining table. dazai enters the kitchen, without you noticing and sees you whisking up two eggs with a pair of chopsticks before speaking up “here.” dazai coughs and places the glass on the counter near the sink to express his gratitude. 

“oh, it’s no problem.” you shoot him a small smile. your hand reaches over to the salt and pepper  to season the eggs with before carefully putting the egg mixture into the hot greased pan. admittedly dazai feels a bit out of place - useless (when was he ever not) so he offers to wash your dishes which you happily agreed to. 

besides the sound of sizzling fat and water running down the faucet, it's quiet in your kitchen. “how’d she know whom to call?”  you’re the first to speak up, eyes still concentrated on frying the eggs as you hum a small melody.

“the bartendress?” dazai asks in response. 

“yeah.” 

“well, odasaku’s number, which is your number now, is one of my emergency contacts, i suppose she just called you first.” dazai shrugs his shoulders, his hands still focused on rubbing away the dirty spots on your plates. 

“i see.” 

“if the old man, my favourite bartender by the way." dazai winks. "if he would’ve been here he would’ve called slug.” dazai lets out a small laugh, probably the most sincere laugh he let out in the past few weeks.

“slug” you ask, soft voice laced with confusion.

“an old friend of mine.” dazai smiles sadly. “odasaku and him are both my emergency contacts.” he chuckles. 

dazai doesn’t talk about the topic much further and neither do you, assuming it’s a sensitive topic for him. “i’m done, how about you?” you look over to dazai who’s currently washing his hands off with lavender soap. “mhm, me too.” he hums in agreement at which you can smile at.

dazais eyes trail after you as you leave the kitchen and move to the dining room, setting down all the plates and pouring two glasses of water. “sit down and eat up.” your eyes sway from his eyes over to the chairs. only then does dazai notice that his beige coat is neatly folded on one of your dining chairs. it makes his heart jump lightly. 

he sits down and takes a sip out of his glass, waiting until you start to eat first before he gets to. he smiles contently as you happily chew on your food. “does it taste good?” he cringes at himself when he realizes just how awkward that question is, he feels like a teenager again that was always wary of what people thought of him. 

“it tastes amazing! wanna try?” you slide the plate over to dazai, offering him to take a piece. “sure.” he agrees before taking a small bite. you weren’t lying when you said that it tasted amazing. “you're right, it tastes so good.” dazai says ecstatically. “told you so! my cooking is not to be underestimated.” you laugh and dazai can’t help but laugh too which makes him cough uncontrollably, putting a hand over his mouth so he doesn’t spit out anything on your table cloth but continuing to laugh.

“oh god dazai, are you okay?” you rush over to his aid and put your hand over his back to slide over it, hoping that it’ll somehow soothe his coughing. dazai manages to muffle out a “i’m fine, really.” between his coughs and laughs which you can only sigh at but can’t help the smile that finds its way onto your face and plasters itself on your lips.

-

calls with dazai have become more frequent now, although he sometimes still remains a mystery to you, it feels like he’s grown quite comfortable around you. 

he told you more about himself (vice versa), talks about his work at the armed detective agency and sends you recipes the both of you could recreate. not only calls with him became more frequent but also visits. 

at least four out of seven times a week dazai rushes to your place after work (you should probably call it your shared home now due to dazai leaving his stuff at your place like scattered objects on the floor).

for example, today: dazai walks into your kitchen like he owns the place. he sets down his belongings onto your couch before stepping towards the kitchen where he already finds you chopping the vegetables for the curry. 

he notices that you’re on the verge of tearing up as you continuously chop the onions into small bits and grabs a tissue before sneaking up behind you and scaring you. “boo.” his mouth forms a little “o” and you slightly jump before setting the knife down and putting your hand over your heart. “you scared me!” you complain even though dazai can see the playful glint in your eyes.

“sorry, sorry.” he laughs before wiping away the small droplets of tears that managed to escape your eyes. 

his calloused hands brush over your soft skin, it’s intimate - romantic even. you softly sigh against the tissue, the object that separates the two of you. the action makes your face lightly heat up and you’re sure that dazai noticed it too from the way he’s smirking. 

“aw, was i able to fluster you?” he coos at you smilingly, which in response you can only huff at, eyeing him with a look that says “you already know the answer.” before turning around to continue where you left off.

in the meantime dazai pulls out another cutting board and starts to chop the carrots. it’s quiet, it’s always quiet when the two of you cook together, but neither you nor dazai mind. the smell of aromatics that nip and continue to linger in the air and the sound of your jazz playlist which sometimes gets outplayed by the sounds of cutting or frying food, are more than enough. it’s just like the first time the two of you shared this space together, a certain nostalgia suddenly washing over him.

“thank you” he whispers, barely loud enough to not get overplayed by the music playing in the background. 

“for what?” you ask, longing for an answer.

for the times you’ve picked me up at bar lupin, for the times you’ve cooked me warm meals, for the times when you took care of me. 

“for everything.”

this is dedicated to my odasaku person @azullumi (don't die pls i need u and ur fics HHDDISISISIS). you've always told me that you liked odasaku a lot and that some day you also want to open up an orphanage which i find really endearing. what i mean by "you're my odasaku person" is not "wow we're literally so odasaku and dazai coded" but no rather it's because you also play such a major role in my life (not just cause of the age gap between oda and dazai and u and me..). you're always there when i need you, you're always there when i needed you and i hope that you'll always be there when i need you. but the same thing goes vice versa; goes for me. azul you're someone whom i've randomly met and if i never made that one comment or sent that one ask or if you never sent that one dm i would've never written this. you're someone who reassures me and soothes my worries with simple words, when i'm feeling down you're the person i turn to because you're the only person who really understands and somehow relates and thus i'm always able to trust and follow your judgement and advice. i never feel judged or belittled by you or treated as someone whose only an immature kid, no you treat me as a normal person, like a friend. which makes me feel seen - acknowledged even. to be loved is to be seen. i could go hours when it comes about talking to you and what impact you have on my life, but i suppose that's for another end note dsjsdsuusus. you're so dear to me. i love you a lot azul <3

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[sulumuns-dootah]

24. 12. Belphegor - Friend on a phone (18+)

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⟡ Masterlist ⟡ 

⋆꙳·❅‧The Yule festival of Hell 2‧❆ ₊⋆

A/N: Hi!! Hello!! Merry Christmas/any holiday you celebrate, everybody!♥

Warnings: Belphie gets jealous and Beel being Beel :D

‎‧₊˚✧ 18+ Minors Do Not Interact‎ ✧˚₊‧

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The fire cracks lazily and every so often a stray fire particle makes its way out of the fireplace. It's nicely warm in the room, but where you're sitting, the temperature is significantly higher.

Partially because you're under a blanket and partially because of the position you're in. To an onlooker, you'd appear like you're simply laying back against Belphegor's chest with the demon happily snoozing the evening away. Underneath the blanket, however, they'd be able to find you intimately joined as one.

You've been stuck like this for the past few hours and at this point it didn't even feel like anything. Whenever you tried to slowly leave and maybe do something else, the king awoke and held you in place until you gave up and he could fall back asleep.

Thankfully, Beleth was nice enough to bring you your phone, few hours in so you had some way to amuse yourself. Though, soon enough all social media on your phone got too boring. Hoping that at least one demon from your contact list was available to chat, you sent out a message, but no responses came.

Then, as you were about to fall asleep too, a message made your phone vibrate in your hand, awaking you instantly. Finally someone to talk to! It was Beelzebub, though with how bored you were, even an unlikeable demon would suffice.

So over the course of another thirty minutes, the king of gluttony sent you pictures of what he's doing and things he recently visited. You didn't even miss the light-hearted attempts at flirting, which you chose to overlook for the time being.

That was until the demon sent you a rather spicy selfie of him groping himself through his pants taken in some bathroom stall. The sudden sight made you involuntarily clench around the pierced length deep inside you. You kinda freeze. Hopefully that didn't wake Belphie up.

You take a few seconds to make sure the demon underneath you is still asleep before you bring your hand up back too read another two messages which Beelzebub sent in the meantime. Almost like the king of flies knew about what his photo caused, the few messages are a teasing remarks, which you can't help but laugh a little at.

But that reaction was one too much and the sleeping king behind you wakes up with a grunt. The strong arm around you tightens again as he slightly shifts up and rests his head on your shoulder to see your phone screen.

��Oho? What's this?” he questions, taking your phone from your hand and extending his arm in a direction away from you so you can't take it back from him.

Just seeing his brow furrow as he reads the messages from Beelzebub make you clench a few times around his dick out of fear. His reaction can't be good.

“That fly bastard...” he mutters to himself as a look of jealousy fills his eyes.

“B-belphie, I was just bored and needed s-someone to talk t-” you immediately start to try and explain the situation but get interrupted by Belphie pushing you forward and pressing your head into the sofa you've been sitting on the whole evening.

This surge of energy from Belphegor and sudden dominance are a welcome change, but you kinda wish it wasn't motivated by texting someone else.

“A few hours... I have you on my dick for a few hours and you're already texting that fly fuck...” the king of sloth leans over you and slaps your ass multiple times to emphasise certain words.

“Haa~! B-belphie! Please... Nghh!” you try to talk him down, but are unable to as he starts to pound into your heat almost like he's stabbing you, with so much power that you only now fully realise why he's considered to be one of the most powerful kings in hell.

“That... Hnn~fuck... Thinks he can... Just take whatever he wants... Ungh~!” Belphie continues muttering more to himself and it starts to dawn of you that he actually isn't angry at you, but Beelzebub.

Suddenly, a hand grabs the front of your throat and pulls your upper body up to meet Belphegor's chest as he continues to destroy your hole. Over the sound of your blood rushing, you can hear the wet sounds of your flesh meeting and the demon's deep grunts.

Then you notice that in his other hand, Belphie's holding your phone and recording a voice message for – presumably – Beel. Your heart skips a beat, but with the force and speed that you're getting impaled by the pierced length makes it impossible for you to quiet your moans and mewls out of shame.

“Tell me sugar, who's fucking ya this good?” the king of sloth growl into your ear and all you can do is scream syllables of his name as if the sounds are being forced out of you with each thrust.

A hoarse laugh tickles the nape of your neck once he's satisfied with your answer, “That's right sugar... Ngh~!.. You were made for this cock.”

For a second you think you're now off the hook, but instead, Belphie brings up your phone with the front facing camera one. The sight of your fucked out expression and the sharp gaze of the demon behind you, piercing the camera with his eyes make you squeeze down onto his dick.

Much to your embarrassed horror, he takes a picture and sends it to Beelzebub. The phone then gets tossed away, you don't even know where nor care to know at the moment.

“Ya gettin' close sugar? Ya better be 'cuz I ain't feeling like waitin' for ya.” Belphegor grunts out as his pace gets sloppier and more desperate.

“Fuhaaa-ck!” it doesn't take long until you reach your release and clamp down onto the demon's dick so hard that he can hardly move, forcing him to blow his load deep inside you.

Not long after you both come down from your highs, you're both fast asleep with Belphie still inside you. And somewhere in the room your phone buzzes with one last message from Beelzebub:

'Didn't expect him to get this riled up :D Anyway, you're welcome, Y/N!'

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But wait, this demon also has a gift for you!

"A gift..? Beleth will handle that..."

[nyxiswrites1200]

Ghostface x Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, Stalking, Reader is a little crazy, Mask kink, Fingering, Praise, Pet names, P in V, Unresolved tension

This is for purely fictional purposes, I don't condone/romanticize stalking or creepy behavior. Stay safe!

Part 2 soon!

It was Halloween night and while you'd love to be dressed up and at a party...you're not. You're spread out on your couch in some shorts that ride up your thighs and a baggy T-shirt with the TV going in the background.

Your annoying friends had simply forgotten to invite you saying 'it wouldn't be your scene' and maybe they were right but still!

You sighed as your attention turned back to the TV. Only for a brief moment though, your phone rang.

"This better not be them needing a ride because they're drunk-" you roll your eyes as you look at the phone, 'Unknown' along with a number you've come to know but don't save.

You feel a certain heat run through your being as you take a breath.

For the past couple weeks, a man has been calling you. It was weird, at first- no it's still weird. However, you've welcomed it and accepted it. He was odd...but he was kind to you. Always willing to listen, knew your favorite things and had them sent to your door sometimes. Friends joking about a secret admirer but you knew it was more of a glorified stalker.

Yet this mysterious man found his way into your thoughts, dreams, and late night sessions with your vibrator pressed to your clit.

You pick up the phone "Hello?"

"Hey doll, how are you?" He responds, it's so casual for what this is.

"Bored...pretty sad for a girl to be alone on Halloween" you sighed as you turned over on the couch.

"Oh that won't do...want me to come and make it better for you?"

Your breath hitched, he'd never offered to come in before. You knew what he was though...that he already knew where you lived, what you looked like, and much more.

"You stalking me?" You respond softly

"No doll, I'm just making sure you're safe and happy. Pretty girls like you need to be taken care of..."

You're insane, you've finally lost it, you swear.

"You can come in...but don't scare me, understand?" You respond sternly.

"Of course, I wouldn't dare" the call ends.

What the hell is wrong with you? Inviting this man into your home? Even if he hasn't done anything malicious...God no- that's not the point!

You're anxious but also nervous...you wanna know who he is, you also want your sick fantasies fulfilled.

You're snapped out of your thoughts when you hear a polite knock on the wall of the living room. You're still startled but you turn your head.

You weren't sure what to expect but you're met with a man wearing a Ghostface mask and fully black outfit.

"Sorry doll, I still startled you a little." He apologized, it sounded genuine.

"It's okay...I wasn't expecting the outfit" you chuckle.

"Oh? I guess it is a little weird" he walked over, looking down at you "You're even prettier up close"

"Oh, thank you..."

You're not really sure if the next events were real. It went from talking, sweet compliments, to him pushing your little shorts aside to realize you weren't wearing panties.

"Oh, you naughty girl. You wanted this, hm?'" he hummed as he rubbed his gloved hand along your slit. Collecting the slick that dripping out.

"Yes..." You responded breathlessly, you don't even know what he looks like. Just his personality and that his hand felt good on your pussy.

He slipped two fingers in with ease as you moaned. "Good girl...you take it so well."

His other hand slips under your shirt to play with your tits as he pumped his fingers in and out of you.

You couldn't help but enjoy it...besides it didn't matter, you don't even know who he is.

He got your nipples hard as he toyed with them, pushing his fingers up against that sensitive spot inside of you. Making you moan louder and attempt to grab onto anything to ground you.

"Close-" you whine out.

"Oh? Go ahead, cum on my fingers pretty girl"

His words only fueled the fire that warmed your skin. You moaned out loudly, nothing but sinful noises as you came around his fingers.

"Good girl" he praises as he slowly pulls out his fingers. You lay there, recollecting your thoughts. You see him slip his hand under his mask, tasting your cum, licking it off with his tongue.

It made your pussy throb again.

"Not sedated yet, doll?" He chuckled as he reached down, undoing his belt and jeans, tugging out his cock. "Do you want this?"

He was big, his tip leaking pre, and a prominent vein along the underside.

"Y...yes" you stutter out with your face flushed. He chuckled as he pushed up your shirt all the way, tugging your shorts off. "Got myself such a needy girl" he tugs you close by your thighs, positioning himself between them. He rubs the tip of his cock against your entrance.

You whined as you felt push the tip inside. Only to be snapped out of your daze when you hear a knock on the front door.

He turned as well as he tilted his head "Expecting someone?"

"Oh shit, my roommates, I didn't expect them to be back this early" you groaned as you quickly pulled away and he obliged.

He helps you fix your clothes and himself as well. "Just...go out the window" you gently push him as you rush over to the door.

"Alright...I'll call you" he smirked despite you not being able to see it as he disappeared to leave the house. You sigh as you open the door and your friends walk in "What took so long?"

"I was in the bathroom" you swiftly lie and they don't seem to question you further.

What a hell of a night...

Credits: roseschoices (banners) <3

[kalims]

the package deal

summary. random scenarios I think about daily

content. scenarios, fluff, not proofread

featuring. jamil, ace, floyd, gender neutral

note. @merotwst hello beh para ito sayo 🥺 SORY ITS VERY LATE I GOT BUSY

scenarios are by order of the names ^^ & double post as an apology for inactive-ness LOL

your personal basketball shield

"what in the great seven are you doing?"

"I'm doing nothing, I'm completely innocent." you nervously reply before adding; "and I'm um... a student from room C."

well the first part made you look suspicious now.

but the second part is a lie though.

you in fact, are not a student from room C. you purposely left out mentioning what year you were in all together in favor of hopefully, having your identity still anonymous the remainder you'd still be inside the court.

speaking of. you aren't even supposed to be here right now.

the student eyes you weirdly, and you refrain from sweating bullets under their gaze.

for your own sake you just ignore them and focus on the court, your eyes immediately zeroes on the seemingly tight block (attempt at this point) at floyd, but he doesn't have any problem getting past them at all. you blink and he had already slammed the ball in and hung off the net like he's trying to play monkey bars.

to be fair your getup is immensely out of place, you're wearing all black, the hood is over your head and you're wearing shades which wouldn't have been strange if you hadn't wore it indoors. a black jacket to match when it's 36 degrees outside? yeah right.

in all honesty you're trying to gaslight yourself that you're just here to show support for one of your friends but you hadn't spared a wink of a gaze in ace's direction ever since you had entered.

instead you're staring at an empty spot at the bench, usually occupied by a certain someone you know. yet it isn't, you're just staring in hopes that he'll magically appear out of thin air and leave you something to stare at.

you're a mixture of confusion, and disappointment. this isn't very independent boss of me. you sweatdrop, pining over a boy... was not part of your plan.

maybe getting hit by a basketball flying off court and miraculously in your direction wasn't too but thankfully before you could screech bloody hell and break your nose, a palm reaches out and literally slaps the ball away casually?

you peek out your arm and peek up at jamil who doesn't even look at you and stares in the direction of which where the ball had come from with unblinking eyes (it seemed kind of intense but you don't want to question it.) he's wearing his signature club wear, his water bottle present in his other hand and a towel over his shoulder. the slightly dampened fringes that frame his face tells you that he had gone to wash up.

"you should be aware of your surroundings." he chides.

and he finally looks at you, you swear you just exploded.

you don't have it in yourself to reply to the echo of an apology from the court but is only able to stare dumbly at jamil who stares back.

... this is awkward.

"thanks..." you trail off, flabbergasted and warm as hell. maybe you shouldn't have used a jacket? maybe it was the weather? definitely!

before you know it, he stalks off with a tilt of his head and you believe you're being delusional again when he keeps looking in your direction whenever he scores like... it's for you.

covering the edges of a table

"I can't believe you spend time with trey."

unsurprisingly there's a deadpan directed to ace, not from deuce, riddle, nor cater but from you. sure he's just teensy tiny little bit bothered because well, it's not like he considered those other people romantically and there's been a silent promise to himself to prove that he is in fact; not as dumb as you think he is when you look at him like that.

usually when 'that' comes into mind ace would have imagined it to be a look he gives you daily, like you're sure he's the biggest idiot of the world but he's your idiot. he definitely does not want to get into detail but it's those looks people in love give which he used to cringe about.

ironically enough he's one of the subjects daydreaming about it.

you get him? he wanted that look not this one.

ace throws up his arms in the air with a deep sigh. "I live with him but that doesn't magically make me good in cooking, plus... trey bakes!" he rolls his eyes, speaking with a matter-of-factly tone.

you squint at him.

"have you not tasted trey's homemade dishes for dinner? those are to die for."

"no I haven't." he snaps.

"to think you even have the resident cook of scarabia mentoring you..." you continue, dodging a spatula that was thrown at your head. you frown at him in mock disappointment. "now now, you really wanna get charged for assault?"

from across the counter ace gives you the forbidden triple fuck you fingers. there's a silly pink apron he wears because you stole the only one which doesn't give his eyes a seizure, a red one. red looks good on you, he thinks but then his eye twitches.

when he had invited you over most of the second and third years had gone out for a camp, right now the first years are rejoicing the absence of their strict dorm leader and cooped up themselves in their respective rooms, eating every single junk food in the rules.

so that meant no one was really willing to cook, even ace wanted take out but you gracefully intervened.

to be fair you were hungry and the food would arrive at like 2 hours with how much ordering the residents had done.

"I think it's ready." he scratches his head, looking more unsure than you.

"you think?"

just then the timer beeps.

"how hard is it to make curry..." you shake your head, grabbing a set of utensils... to use, somehow.. even you aren't that experienced because all crowley does is send you microwavable food from the convenience stores and only the pizza was decent enough to call nice.

his brow creases. "not that hard."

"do it then."

"..."

ace just stares at you, leans over and slaps you over the head. while you've been a victim of many of these, you didn't expect him to literally lean over the counter to do that. "assault." you comment dryly, you curse under your breath when it goes flying under the table.

"it's your word over mine." he shrugs. blinking when you crouch. "what are you doing?"

"I dropped them because of your criminal ass." you roll your eyes, reaching over to grab the scattered utensils all over the floor, great. now you have to wash them too.

only when you realize that there was a possibility of hitting your head (which by the way, was never a fun experience. you're sure there's a carved up line from how many times you've hit it on your head.) when your head indeed bumps, but it's not exactly the hard surface that sends a jolt of sharp pain up your head.

instead there is a soft cushion. it ruffles your hair a bit and you're immensely confused.

you immediately look up when you stand up, unharmed but ace is just looking away from you. stirring the... pot which is weird cause there hasn't been any seasonings put in it.

you shrug.

missing the red ears.

getting hit by a ball to his face but he pretends it doesn't hurt because you're there

you're surprised that basketball even exists in this world when they apparently can't tell the difference between magishift and football, you're practically itching to slap someone when you explain the similarities between the two and they still have the audacity to deadpan at you like they're the most different things to ever exist!

namely, some idiot named ace trappola.

maybe leona too since he was giving you a stinky side eye but you don't want to get slapped back too.

what you appreciate though is floyd, you can't tell if he's just a big, strong ball of idiocy or the smartest person between all the people listening cause he seemed to be the only one interested in what you were saying.

and he even agreed that they were similar! albeit even if his usual manners are confusing floyd isn't that much of a guy that agrees with people a lot so it's a shocker.

and you're confused why he seems to be so attached to you. the tweels are almost always together, where one is, always is the other trailing along. so you're a little concerned because you can't take the presence of the resident friendly terrorists of the schools.

floyd was always following you around till he just wordlessly shoves a flyer of a game that's about to occur in his club, a wide grin on his face as he boasts about how he's on the starting line up and 'going to crush the other team.' literally or figuratively? you don't know but.. probably both.

basically he wanted you to watch so here you are.

not to exaggerate or anything but he is indeed, crushing the other team. a whooping 17 point lead between them, of course NRC leading. you'd be more confused if they weren't the one in first if they have floyd. (who apparently attends practice like one time a week but just enough to stay at the club...)

not to mention before it even started floyd had mentioned something along the lines of decimating the other team for your name. which is floating around the borderline of romantic and insanity.

for your delusions you will believe it romantic.

you're torn if you should cheer for the team, cause you know. you are technically part of NRC so it's natural but you know floyd would get all pouty, in a bad mood so you hesitate. vice versa because if you cheer for floyd you're gonna get weird looks cause so far, he's been doing selfish plays, not passing but scoring.

well this is the least villainous thing a student from a school that worships villians can do...

floyd is playing well, you would not like to admit that you're staring because he looks a little too good in that uniform... sweaty, pushing his hair back with a grin as he glowers at his opponents and sends them into peeing their pants. it works though cause they almost always hesitate when floyd is the one they're up against.

just wow.

you're just 100% sure you're watching a basketball god who would ascend to a higher life form if he wasn't so lazy till there's an abrupt silence that definitely isn't normal.

thankfully you catch the sight of a ball being... shoved to floyd's face like a dunk? should you really be thankful to witness that.

and for once entirety of the room agreed on one thing for that person. rest in piece.

floyd rubs his face and narrows his eyes, it almost looked like he was about to tear up but you swear he looked at you and immediately forced a wobbly grin, closing his eyes so the tears wouldn't fall and opens them to stare at the poor guy intensely.

in the distance you could hear a vague chuckle of jade.

"you don't know where to dunk, lil' guy?" floyd flashes them a sharp toothed grin, ironically you witness their soul leaving their body at the sheer intensity he excludes. most held their breaths cause they're sure that he would have started quietly threatening them but... there's no threats.

almost like he's holding back to act unfazed?

the 'lil guy' gulps and can't even muster up an answer.

floyd smiles at him. "I'll show you."

before the game ended that player left with a red round stain on their face, clear evidence of floyd's 'accidental payback.'

... now he's asking if you've seen how he's carried the team.

[crk-tranquility-au]

A Teetering Coin

Torn apart, a soul drifts across the celestial void. Peaceful, yet Oblivious.

And then. It is violently awoken, ripped from it's delusion into a world not-quite real.

Another layer of hell.

Further and further, it descends towards Earth-Bread.

But something catches it before it falls completely.

A clawed hand of darkness reaches out,

ey e s g lim mer i n g l e e -

Hello?

Harlequin eyes peer down at what it had caught in its grasp.

A star.

OH! oh! I win, I win! The game is mine, mine! Hello, salutations, greetings, little Shepard.

The stars shift into something more… Recognizable.

It remembers.

He remembers.

What…? It's… You again. Why here-? Why… Now? What… Game?

He-heh! Me, little ol' me. And you. You. Here and now because it must be, here, and now. I found you! A little game you didn't know you were playing.

Many eyes curl up with amusement. But never blink, no, never in order.

Asleep. How has your voyage treated you, old friend? Is your time serving you well? Because it is serving me well. I am free! I am here. In the now. Maybe not in full, maybe not at all! But I am here. And now.

You… Of course you're free. I… Did I…? Set you free? I couldn't have… No. I remember… A puppet?

A puppet indeed. One of such value.

The Doll- No- You didn't.

Yes! I did! You are not to worry. Everything I have schemed has already come to fruition. I am not to harm you, no. Only to remind you that you played your part quite well.

My part-…?

In body and in mind. Careful where your steps fall next, Marionette.

You… I can't even think of anything to say...

The following acts.. I'm sure you can read them. You are but at the mast of your tragedy my friend. Have you forgotten the origin of a heros journey?

…I know. It was you who invented it. It was me who… Bastardized it. You… You took my mind. My darkest desires and made them reality. Gratifying in the moment. But now I see that… In the long run, great suffering is upon this world…!

The world you so eagerly left behind?

. . .

Desires are no less apart of you.

You…! I… Did. Didn't I. And you did not make me. My deal… It was one of the few actions that were my own.

Really? Your wish, maybe. That desire. Your actions are no less your own, even still.

. . .

I do not want you to follow in my steps. That was the point of everything. Fear is one of the greatest motivators. And so we brought them to you in the form of visions.

You… Failed. We both did. The whispers… The visions… The eyes…! The way you made my pilgrims turn against me so long ago. The way my- our power. Granted us infinite possibilities, possibilities that broke our minds. It broke me. You broke me, and then… I broke myself.

Those were just dreams.

. . . !

Those were the visions.

Past and future all the same.

Witches look at me… Cannot tell what is real and what isn't anymore… Cannot even tell if he's lying now, or was lying then… Or both. Or Neither. Or Never.

Trust. Luckily a fickle thing.

You are insufferable…! And unfortunately, I understand.

Of course you do. You know what they say about great minds.

They think horrendously alike. . . . Then you feel it. Our power going supernova once again. Bits of stardust, bleached of their original intention… My souljam… it's white…?

Seems I was mistaken. The cycle has already begun anew. Fragmented.. further.

I thought once was enough… How far can it go…? …I do not wish to find out.

At some point: it will be deluded into the natural workings of this world. It will be so fragmented that not even the shards of shards will retain their names.

Knowledge… Reduced to a shell of itself. A return to a twisted sense of origin…?

I'm sounding like a certain flour cookie.

Perhaps… It could spare them. Feeble cookies. A paradise in perfect ignorance. Perhaps… This is not such an awful thing…?

Ignorance is bliss. And so the eyes remain forever open.

But it does not… Have to be that way. There is still hope…! For them all. Even if it fails to for us.

Do not try to bargain with me. I've already made my deals with the absurd.

You…! Do not think it is possible, do you?

To free cookies of suffering? How naive.

You've suffered for so long… You have forgotten what ignorance felt like… A beautiful thing… A caterpillar before metamorphosis, An Oasis before it dries up…! A vow of prosperity before it turns to overindulgence, -a noble cause before it's twisted into something unrecognizable…!

Butterflies and caterpillars die. Their ignorance lies with them in death. But that is the curse we forsook upon taking on the burden of knowledge. Truth, wisdom. Or whatever it may name itself next.

It is true… Death. It transforms you. For most it is a simple oblivion to fear or look forward too. The end… For us, it is a step within a higher process. We know better. And even in death, our deaths. We still have the chance to act. Whilst others are being crumbled, re-baked, rejuvenated and crumbled again… We are doomed to watch and wait for the inevitable. Do you… Really want to do that? Death doesn't have to be our end. We don't have to sit and watch the same damn thing repeat over and over.... The very thought makes me sick I wonder how you bore such a burden…?

That was the point of bringing you to the spire.

It didn't work.

Did it really?

It didn't. And both of us know this. It didn't… At first glance.

Then the Cycle continues. A pointless carousel.

There are two minds within the other-plane. Many more just above this, where you'd pulled me down from. I don't wish to be a Shepard of knowledge anymore, I don't wish for there to be a wolf hiding beneath the shadows. She… I don't wish for there to be another Herald-, Hero-, Holder to be served upon a silver tray.

But It doesn't care about that, does it? It's not what the witches' haphazardly designed. It's imperfect.

It was wrong of me… To leave such a world behind. To leave all those cookies… To have my wish granted… Only for me-!

Oh how "wonderful" you have a way out.

Be QUIET i'm thinking-. Don't interrupt my MONOLOUGE-!

. . ? oh, how familiar.

. . . You irritate me… Because you're right by technicality…

Of course I am. I have had thousands of years to come to my conclusions. Your ideas are only in their infancy. They will grow and evolve as you do.

They are… Small now. But that doesn't mean they are any less of importance. You know me. You've known me all my life. You know I will find a way. I will. I will. I'll keep my promise. I'll make sure that wish is granted…!

Have I known you all your life?

Quiet. You have.

Wishing on something impossible only destined you for insanity. The reason I cause it. Is because it leads to the opposite. Everything is equal and the same. And without one, there is no other.

Then neither will exist.

All things will have an equal and opposite reaction.

For as long as there is matter, force will be able to act upon it.

Matter cannot be created nor destroyed.

…What if it never existed in the first place? What if… The bang never occured. The Human realm never fell. And the Witches never baked…?

Then we will cease.

Perhaps… Perhaps not. Only It knows, until I try.

Then try.

You tempt me…?

When have I not? he-heh.

Ah…ha… Fuck…

hehah.. he-hehh HAH! WHAT A GAME. BETS ARE IN, STAKES ARE SET!

Ahahahaaahaa!!! Hahaaaaaaa hahahaaaah-ah!! Oh…! Aha…! You are quite the riot, are you not? Ahahahaha!!! Aaahahaha!!! Aha!!! Ah…!

—

The laughter continued, and one clawed hand raised up as if to slap a knee. However it lands on the back of the Shepard.

Sending the both of them, the lamb and the wolf, hurtling back to reality.

Co-Written by Salem (As Pure Vanilla) Co-Written w/ Fox (As Shadow Milk)

[prince-liest]

since you acknowledged vox and valentino as a uh. less than healthy relationship (lol) several times (going feral over what vox was implying in that latest 666 fic), do you think there's ever the chance of alastor feeling... probably not protective haha but maybe possessive over vox the next time he's a little banged up? alternatively, how else do you think alastor would react if whatever they were getting up to is halted by vox nursing some kind of injury from one of his and val's fights? - ✨

I think it really depends on how Vox presents the situation, to be honest! They, uh, bang each other up a lot themselves, hahaha, and Alastor doesn't really register it as problematic. A lot of writing 666 is balancing the idea that these guys are living an existence where the a real life normal-meter really can't accurately be applied, and also maintaining that they still do have personal boundaries and lines that might be crossed.

A reminder of some (but not all) of the fucked up things that Vox and Alastor have done to each other over the course of 666:

One murder attempt that Vox didn't draw a line in the sand over

Vox got annoyed and slapped Alastor across the face hard enough to knock him down, with no warning or prelude, in a sexual context

Vox slammed Alastor's skull into the ground, out of anger, several times until he was dazed and bleeding

Alastor literally tried to eat a chunk of Vox's shoulder, most likely resulting in the reverse of the scenario you're describing: Vox having to take it easier with Val because he has a gaping shoulder wound courtesy of Alastor and can't lift his arm

About three dozen bucketfuls of severely under-negotiated and sometimes not-at-all negotiated edgeplay (as in, not safe-sane-consensual) kink from both ends, including but not limited to: choking (via hands and via dick), fearplay, deliberate boundary-crossing wrt touch, hypnosis, painplay, bloodplay, wounding, and gaslighting for the purpose of humiliation

Like, Vox asking "I want to make sure I didn't cross any boundaries!" in the second 666 fic does not in any way absolve him of having deliberately crossed about thirty of them immediately prior, and the fact that Alastor enjoyed it is mostly just because Alastor is also fucked up. Some people seemed quite surprised at Alastor crossing so many boundaries in the wireplay fic compared to all the shit Vox had pulled prior to that point, and I think it's because he, unlike Vox, didn't pay lip service to it, though they both do about the same amount of actual "keeping an eye on things".

Them caring about each other does not mean that their concept of "boundaries" or even "okay things to do to another person in an intimate setting or otherwise" aren't very, very colored by them being demonic overlords who live in hell and haven't so much as waved 'hello' to a single healthy intimate relationship in the past hundred years.

Vox having to take a breather because he has some kind of injury from Val is, unless he's actively making a 'this is fucked up and I'm opening up to be vulnerable and unhappy about it' kind of deal about it, is not really going to ping on Alastor's radar as a problem.

And Vox isn't going to make that kind of deal about it because that isn't how he sees his relationship with Valentino. Yes, Val often treats Vox in abusive ways in 666. That is also colored by both of them being demonic overlords who live in hell, and Vox treats certain aspects of it as frustrating and upsetting (and often takes that out on Valentino - hence the frequent off-again-on-again nature of their relationship), but he doesn't actually, like, see their relationship the way that we do.

He loves Val. Val loves him. To him, the rest is either normal overlord behavior or their own damage, and they've found a balance where the general response to a shitty happening is, "Eh, we've worked through worse."

TL;DR: Valentino, Vox, and Alastor all need to have "DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME!" stapled across their foreheads. To paraphrase Bay: They're in hell. The insane acts of violence are basically a love language at this point.

[wannaeatramyeon]

Hello amazing author. So you're an absolutely amazing writer and I really enjoy reading your fics. I honestly don't get how good you are at writing, I am so jealous. So I was wondering if you have thought of a fic where Taehoon/Jake and the reader insert were in a relationship, so they went on a date and the whole Viral hit crew/big deal decided to watch because they idk were bored? I think it would be a cute little scenario. I love the way you write Jake and Taehoon (you're also the reason I am now a Vin Jin simp). Take care of yourself and have a good day/night/evening <3

Hi Anon, why the hell are you so sweet. Come here and let me smoosh your cheeks. Thank you for reading?! I can never get over that there are people that e n j o y ??? reading my bs.I haven't written about that sunglasses shitter in a hot second, maybe I need to cook something up for him.

I did something similar-ish (but not really) Jake and Reader here. Here's something for Taehoon.

Seong Taehoon x Reader: Coffee date (feat Hobin)

G/N Reader. Fluffy.

Crap.

How is Seoul such a small place? A city of nearly 10 million people and Hobin sees goddamn Taehoon and you here.

Obviously on a coffee date, if the way Taehoon is looking at you is anything to go by. Hobin can't really make out your face, but he's still pretty certain you are wearing the same smitten expression.

Huh.

It's surprising how Taehoon hasn't noticed him yet. Someone so shrewd and perceptive, nothing getting past him. Yet it's like when you're around, his attention is fully focused on you.

Hobin peeks over again at Taehoon.

Entire body leaning towards you, knees knocking together with yours under the table and your hand on his leg as you are gesticulating about something else with your other.

One side of his lips lifted in a trademark smirk and his half-lidded gaze peers at you beneath his lashes. Even from across the room, Hobin can make out that his eyes are unfathomably tender.

Ugh. Quite honestly it gives Hobin the creeps.

This is Seong Taehoon he's looking at here. How can Seong Taehoon ever look at someone like that. Wasn't it only yesterday he called Hobin cringe for talking about Bomi all the time?

Hypocrite.

Frankly, Hobin can never get over how soft Taehoon is for you. In his own way, of course. And this: catching a glimpse of you two, of Taehoon when he doesn't think anyone he knows is around, feels like Hobin's intruding on a private, intimate moment.

Which he is. But that's besides the point.

Seriously though, what is your magic touch and how can Hobin get in on some of that.

Taehoon lets you get away with so much. The way you poke and prod at him with your words, and sometimes even with your hands and fingers, present company and public decency be damned.

Taehoon has kicked people in the face for far less. Has kicked Hobin in the face for far less.

It's a rough lesson learned for the company the first time they mistook Taehoon's soft spot for you for his attitude softening in general. Snapper said one word a bit too overconfident and nearly got kicked through a wall.

That reminds Hobin. He needs to get that wall patched up soon.

.

.

Bzzt!

Taehoon's phone vibrates, breaking him out of his reverie, eyes darting to it and then - shit.

Snapping straight to Hobin's face.

Hobin flinches. Feels his soul departing as he whips his head away. Maybe Taehoon didn't recognise him. Maybe Taehoon didn't even see him.

The only way Taehoon couldn't have seen him is if Taehoon was blind or Hobin was invisible.

He has been caught red-handed staring.

Taehoon's good mood from moments ago is replaced instantly by prickly annoyance. Damn it, the last thing he wants to see is Hobin's stupid ugly face here.

Who, by the way, is doing an absolutely terrible job of hiding; judging by the way he ducks under the table.

Taehoon excuses himself. Long legs making short work of his strides over to Hobin's table. Yanking the aforementioned up by the hair until they're staring eye to eye.

"Morning Taehoon-hyung!" Hobin manages, mustering up some courage and charm.

Hyung? How fucking transparent. It makes Taehoon want to beat him up more.

"Why the fuck are you here?"

What was that Hobin was saying about your magic touch with Taehoon?

Maybe... Maybe this would work.

Hobin tries for a sweet smile, eyes big and round and pleading.

A smile he has seen on your face before. Right when Taehoon is on the precipice of exasperation and anger. The same smile that would placate him, pulling him from the edge as his temper diminishes and he settles for an eye roll instead.

Unfortunately, it's a very grotesque imitation of your own that makes Taehoon want to kick Hobin's face more than ever.

Hobin's eyes flicker to Taehoon's leg twitching.

Oops. Nevermind then.

[madschiavelique]

𝐆𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐨𝐧!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭 𝐌𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐀𝐔

This au was first talked about on 04/11/2023 with my amazing bestie @sunflowersandsapphires and I thought it could be cute to share these thoughts !! (I'm gonna post several AUs ideas we had and discussed on throughout the months because DAMN the thoughts are delicious)

please note that english is not my first language and that there might be some little grammar mistakes here and there !

word count : 2,2k

We’re all familiar from up close or far of the myth of Medusa, also known as one of the gorgons. People often tend to forget that there were 3 gorgons on this myth : Medusa (of course), but also her sisters Euryale and Stheno. 

To give you a bit of a refresh on the myth of Medusa – just from memories okay, the versions of each myth vary in mythology and this is the one i remember best – she was in love with Poseidon and the god decided at one point to bring her to one of Athena’s temples so that they could make love there, her two sisters helping her getting in. 

The two lovers were taken during the act by Athena herself who cursed the 3 women by making them gorgons, creatures with snake hair (and body too I believe) that could turn to stone anyone that made the mistake of looking at them in the eyes.

So my mind went like “huh, wait a minute you’d have to be able to see to actually turn to stone right ? So what would happen if-” and it all clicked.

I think somehow Athena’s magic on the gorgons would make them prone to often get reached by men that are ill-intended. So who knows, what if reader is one of the gorgon sisters, hum ? 

What if men in the past have tried to come and attack you, what if men in the past successfully killed your two sisters and that you’re now all alone ? What if you lost faith in the possibility of anyone being nice to you, or of anyone not considering you as the monster that you are ?

You lived bitterly, secluded in an area people never walked by in fear of getting attacked by you. You're just so used to people coming to you with the intention of killing you that you expect everything to be a threat. You know better than to be afraid, your powers serve you well enough that you don't have to live in fear.

Until one day, Matt gets lost. He’s never passed through that area before, and the surroundings are so different to his sensitivity. There’s a certain presence, an aura that makes his senses blurry as he walks hesitantly.

Of course, you notice his presence. You’re used to living underground, and the vibrations his footsteps and his stick send through the earth are enough for you to come to the surface. You get out, ready to fight, ready to stare, ready to kill.

He hears you, turning around and simply asking “Hello ?”

But ironically, you’re the one to freeze this time : he is looking in the void, and the usual signs of petrification are not lining up on his body. You frown, and the gut wrenching feeling of fear takes you as much as the weight lifting sensation of relief.

Maybe your powers aren’t working anymore, maybe this is your last moments of torment, maybe you will join your sisters in Hell, maybe you’ll die and get humiliated once more. 

But maybe you’re finally free from your curse, maybe only the snakes remain on your head but you can’t turn anyone to statues anymore : maybe you can finally get out of this situation where you’re all alone.

You just want to make sure though, so you step forward a bit, not entirely in case he tries to attack you by surprise, and ask “Why have you come here ?”

He tilts his head towards the sound of your voice, a curious gleam passing his eyes as his eyes won’t settle on you.

“I’m lost.” he answers.

Now you scoff, thinking it’s another trick to make you fall. You’ve had wise men trying to kill you in the past, using their wits to trap you in enigmas or other stupidities that would bring your downfall. 

“I don’t fall for tricks and traps,” you say as you step closer to him.

He doesn’t seem to step back, nor does he seem afraid, not in the slightest. You tilt your head a bit until your eyes bore into his, making sure your gaze is aligned with his own.

He frowns, tilting his own head to the side, “Tricks and traps ?”

Your eyes go wide and your shoulders fall as the realisation hits you : he’s blind.

The fear dissipates, but gives its place to disappointment. Of course your curse is not lifted, of course the possibility of you going back to a semi-normal life is purely impossible. You step back, looking at him as if discovering him for a second time.

“You’re not here to kill me ?” you question as you cross your arms over your chest.

He’s the one to scoff now, placing both of his hands on his stick.

“Kill you ? Why would I do such a thing ?”

There’s genuine confusion in his tone, but you’re not ready to let your guard down about all of this.

“Don’t play ignorant, you know why.”

“I assure you I don’t.” he answers. 

Now you’re both confused.

You are mostly because it’s the first time your powers don’t act on someone, as well as the first time someone isn’t here to kill you nor is aware of your existence.

As for him, he’d just arrived here because he had lost his way, and now here he was in front of a woman that was claiming he was here to kill her. So who could she be that people came so often here with that purpose only ? 

There was something different about you, your smell indicated a strong presence of wet stone, but of something much different. Something that smelled like warm sand, like diluted metal, like scales of snakes. He wondered if perhaps you had one on you, or if the area had plenty of them he had to beware of.

You couldn’t tell if he knew of the legends, for who knows : maybe your sister’s tale had gone forgotten. If he was aware of your story however, he looked like someone pretty calm about it, which made the word ‘unusual’ turn into a euphemism for your situation.

“You’re simply lost ?” you end up interrogating.

“I never used this passageway before,” he conceded, “I wanted to use it as a shortcut, but I’ve never gone this far away from the places I know by heart.”

You continued looking at him. He was well built, enough that his physique could be considered as one of the many heroes that had tried harming you. Yet the more you looked at him, the less the thought of him being here to cause you pain and kill you faded. He only had a bag, and his walking stick. 

Your silence perplexed him.

“Why would people want to kill you ?” he asked again, pulling you back from your reverie.

The question made you feel weird, because it seemed like such an evidence to you that seeing an alternative to this interrogation seemed impossible on the spot. Why would they not want to kill you ? They had plenty of reasons anyway.

“Doesn’t matter,” you answered on the spot as this being somehow the only thing your could provide as an answer.

“I think it does,” he interjected, and your parted your lips.

In all these years of being a gorgon, never had your had much of a conversation like so. He surely didn’t care about your life, and maybe was this another ruse to lure you in and make you easier to kill.

Guessing how answering these questions wasn’t one of your fortes, he sighed.

“Could you help me find my way back, please ?”

You’re hesitant on the case of his demand. Every man before him had wronged you, had turned against you to try and bring some glory to their pathetically short lives while you remained eternal and undefeated. 

What if it was another trick by Athena ? What if this was her final resort to bring glory to humans ?

And in any case, men had taken away your sisters, how could you not be angry at them and not wish to help them ? 

But this one… He seemed kind, disinterested in any kind of glory in any shape or form, just a blind man lost in your woods.

Not daring to be closer to him or even touching him in case this could ease your way into death, you grabbed the foot of his stick and rose back up.

“Hold on to it,” you mumbled as you started walking towards the next path.

You turned a second to him, a grin plastered on his face. Not a vicious one, to your relief, but a grateful smile.

“Why’s a lady like you all by herself on this desertic passage ?” he questioned, walking at your pace as he tried to make sure by waving his arm in front of him that he wouldn’t be hitting anything.

You weren’t here to make friends with men, but you hadn’t talked to anyone in a while. The sight of him having so much trouble directing himself because of your gauche handling of his stick sent you a wave of pity. You dropped the wood, and he stopped, surprised.

“Already there ?” he asked in surprise.

But you came to him, taking his hand and have it circle your arm so that he could still use his stick.

“Thank you,” he softly smiled as you both started walking again, your mind trying to chase away the way his arm against yours felt. “So, why are you all alone in here ?”

“Because bad men chased me until there was no place other than there for me to live,” which wasn’t far off the mark.

“Exiled ?” he interrogated.

“Feared.” you breathed.

“How could you be feared ?” the question rang wrong to him.

“How could I not,” you almost laugh as your free hand comes to caress the neck of a snake.

“I don’t find you terrifying,” his lips came to form an inverted smile as he rose his eyebrows.

“It’s because you are safe from my unwanted danger.” 

“Am I holding the hand of the most dangerous person to ever be ?” he laughed, the lack of seriousness in his tone making the situation all the more ironic for you.

“You just might,” you answered, a bit less tense than you were seconds ago.

“Well, it pleases me,” he admitted and you stiffened.

Trying to play it cool and not get nervous that this could be your last conversation ever, you asked : 

“To be in danger ?”

His head turned to yours, his gaze still lost somewhere you could never be in.

“To be in good company.”

Your walk with him came to an end, and Matt had by now remembered the way to get to the path. He wished you goodbyes, and you came back to your cave thinking how much of a strange situation it had been. 

He hadn’t tried to kill you on the way, but maybe had an acolyte of some sort of his placed a trap in your cave. You meticulously made your way back to your place, but nothing different was to be found.

What an odd encounter.

And thus he came a second time to you.

“I’ve lost my way again,” he had explained.

“Have you got the memory of a goldfish ?”

But nevertheless, you had accompanied him back again, and had chatted again, and waved goodbyes again.

But still, he kept getting lost, and kept coming back to you for your guidance. 

You had the full conviction by now that he had the worst sense of orientation a man could have ever gotten.

And he had the full conviction that you were not a monster, so he pretended to not know his way although he now knew it by heart just to have an excuse to meet you again and talk to you.

“Seems like I really can’t remember my way anymore.”

“Matt, you always come to me with the exact same path, you know that right-”

“Really can’t remember it anymore, such a shame, looks like you’ll once again have to accompany me.

“It’s the second time you’ve come to see me today.”

Of course he tries to play it off and placing this on his atrocious sense of orientation, but there are some moments where he accidentally lets the cover slip.

“It’s near a huge rock.” you explain again.

“You mean the one shaped like a heart that is about 300 steps from here ?”

“Yes exact- wait a minute, if you know the placement so well, how come you always get lost ?”

“...”

“...?”

“Amnesia has taken me, what were we talking about ?”

“Matt you’ve gotten ‘amnesia’ three times this week. You need to speak to someone about that.

“You shouldn’t worry. Actually I feel like I have most of my sense in your presence lately, your company cures me of my own obliviousness-” he says as he trips over a rock immediately.

And you’re quite oblivious to this, but also the more you understand about this, the least do you complain about it. 

Maybe loneliness started slipping away from you after all.

(I could continue on this au but I have WAY too many others in mind that I want to put out there !!! I'd love to see any of the thoughts you'd have on this au besties <33)

[eastereggie]

hihi !! this is eggie/cam :] im sure that people in the kaeloo fandom recognize me so hello !!

i cannot believe that my very first own post on tumblr, especially about a fandom that ive always cherished, for 6 years now (going strong !!!!) will be about the current drama but here we go, since that shit seems to escalade to a level that i consider dangerous:

THIS IS A WHOLE BUNCH OF ADULTS FIGHTING WITH MOSTLY MINORS TO WRITE SMUT (or if you dont like the word, p0rn, because its not less than that) OF ANIMALS WHO ALSO HAPPENS TO BE KIDS. this is it. thats what the drama is about.

all the posts going around, all the victimisation, all the new s3xual fanfictions dropping for "psychological studies" or whatever all the bullshit youre telling yourself to be seen as a saint, this is what this is about: people, mostly in their late 20s, even if i recall seeing younger people being in this weird side of the fandom, fighting for their life to make their harmful headcanons (to avoid saying, again fantasies) acceptable. so ill repeat it again, for this side of the fandom and anyone else: THIS. IS. NOT. ACCEPTABLE. this is not about having a different opinion, this is not about the freedom of speech or letting people enjoy things in peace; and you cannot be upset, to the point that you are tracking IPs (thats creepy as hell btw), making whole edits about the situation (this one is just funny so i had to talk about it) because people are calling you out. you are NOT being harassed. you are NOT the victim. you are NOT defending yourself. this isnt what it is about at all. you are just an adult, watching a kid show and deciding that 90% of your fanfics about it will include sex (and not just casually, no, in EVERY CHAPTER. ew). this is just gross, and whats even worse is acting like you're not the one who should be blamed. its not new in the fandom to see people being THIS creepy, but a part of me thought that we maybe moved past this but well...

there is no other way of saying this, i really wish i could make this whole post a little bit more polite, but i genuinely think that some of you have never been confronted to the consequences of their actions, since you reassure yourself by hanging out with people as weird as you who will obviously agree with you.i used to feel disapointed, sad and upset to see people i considered as friends turning out like that, but honestly this is all just embarrassment at this point... i truly hope this whole stuff will calm down soon, though it couldve been stopped way earlier if a certain part of the fandom didnt start using tumblr to childishly provoke the people who called them out. if you want to continue being creeps, or pretend that you're not the problem, as you wish ! but dont except people to accept you or whatever, create your own "safe place" and stay in there, for the sake of everyone else. hopefully yall will grow out of your "everyone is against me" phase, even if its a little late for that considering the fact that some of you are older than 21 already :) but its never too late ! (if you made it this far i apologise for the yapping and tysm for taking the time to read all of that lol)

-eggie ^_^

[heynikkiyousofine]

✨Hello, 2024!✨

I'm excited to share with you a few projects I'm hoping to start posting this next year, while also branching out on some new things, such as new pairings, a different POV, and even an attempt at an original novel by myself. Cheers to the next year!

⌘Sweeter Than Fiction

(InuKag, modern au, strangers to lovers, librarian/hockey player au, eventual smut, fluff)

Summary: Kagome Higurashi is a loner, something that has never bothered her. She has her close friend, she has her favorite books she devours every chance she gets, a family who loves and supports her, and she is in her final year of college, with a dream to become a writer. Kagome’s content, but in reality, she wishes for adventures and excitement, much like the characters in her books. In steps the captain of her college’s hockey team, a rude, unruly, and cocky hanyou named Inuyasha Taisho, and suddenly, her whole world is turned upside down.

Keep an eye out for some fabulous art by @clearwillow with this one.

⌘How To Train Your Human

(InuKag, space/other world au, strangers to lovers, eventual smut, chaos, fluff, funny)

Summary: In their 250th year, every youkai receives their human familiar after they complete all the necessary tests and read the handbook on how to train their human. Even Inuyasha will, despite being the first half demon to do so. He expected a kind, docile human as described in said handbook, similar to how his mother was when she met his father. So what does he do when Kagome Higurashi, his human, is the exact opposite?

Keep an eye out for some fantastic art with this one by @heavenin--hell

⌘Terms and Conditions

(InuKag, modern au, arranged marriage, enemies to lovers, eventual smut, angst, fluff)

Summary: After the disastrous day I had, there were two things I was certain of. One, Inuyasha Taisho, the country’s most eligible bachelor, was going to be my fiancé, and eventual husband. Two, we might kill each other before we ever make it to the altar.

Also planning some fabulous art with @brain-rot-hour for this one as well.

⌘Gifts for amazing people in this fandom.

I've been working with a select few others in creating gifts for the amazing readers, writers, artist, creators of this fandom, so be on the look out for some one-shots and drabbles of our favorite half demona and modern miko, along with new pairings that I'm dipping my toes into.

⌘Becoming Theirs (An Original Novel)

(new novel, modern, strangers, stalker, dark, humor, fluff, smut, healing my own inner trauma with this one)

Summary: Charlotte's life has been turned upside down with meeting Jackson and Elliot, only for her entire world to be shifted again when a past danger reveals itself.

⌘ Maybe/Maybe Not's:

(depends on all the time I have)

Epilogue Chapter to 12 Days of Smutmas: InuKag Edition

Sequel to A Deal With A Demon

Bird In A Cage (InuKag, strangers to lovers, dark and twisty, feudal era and modern au, fluff, first time, teaching, smut.) Summary: Kagome finds herself escaping a fate bestowed upon and stumbles upon a whole new world, where not all are who they seem to be.

Currently celebrating hitting the 400 mark in followers. If you would like to be added to the tag list or removed, please let me know, so I can update it. Also, if there's anything you're excited for, feel free to let me know! I will happily let you know when a new chapter is coming. I'm finally at a point in my life where I have time and energy to create new things and push my creativity. And I'm so beyond excited to share it all with you. Happy New Year! ✨

[stellafrin]

You're super sweet and your blog is great! 🫶

Have a good rest of your day!

Hello there JJ, one of my hornier mutuals

Thank you, I hope you're havin' a good day too

With the timing I'm guessing this in reply to the #'s I added to the top 10 post so I thought I'd add a little more, jumping off both my tags and tangentially related to a thing mentioned in the post itself.

This might be a disjointed mess if I don't figure out how to make it flow tomorrow

Since following you I've definition learned to be more open and patient with people and more open to some things in media.

In the past when I've seen someone proclaiming how they like "problematic media" in their header or bio they've almost always turned out to be the worst kind of fan. Going out of their way to harasse people because they're uncomfortable with certain topics in media, throwing around slurs, and just being all around assholes.

But you havn't, not only have you just been a decent person from what I've seen, you've also written/shared some really good thematic and literary analysis on these anime/manga I would probably have just avoided at all costs (and in some cases had already been avoiding.)

I've always had this insatiable need to know, to understand.

When I'm confused by something, I want to know more about it so I can atleast understand on a basic level and be able to make a (semi)informed decision on it.

But despite saying this, for the longest time there were still many things I'd basically completely written off, decided I'd never dig into. Which is honestly a bit hypocritical?

I mean, there's this YouTuber I used to watch consistently called NyxFears (I havn't watched her videos in like 3 years, hell I havn't really watched anything on YouTube consistently in over a year, streams and driving have just taken up so much time)

At the time I'd been keeping up she'd cover weird, grotesque, and violent films and remembering back to that all I can think is.

How is the horny worse?

They're both fictional, I know this. Media can give you different view points to see the world from and thus alter the way you see it, it's important to stay aware of this and know that it's fiction, and I am.

Why's the horny worse than the violent?

(Hell some of the films she covered were horry as hell in the weirdest fucking ways too but *waves hand* ignore that)

This is just a dumb realization I've been having every once in a while since I started following.

But yeah, seeing the thoughtful analysis (amidst the torrent of boobs and horny posts) on these anime/manga I'd usually avoid has been interesting.

I'll accepting that the character in this show is infact incredibly fucking trans but the age of these characters with how horny it gets + the incest squigs me the fuck out so I'm still not gonna watch/read it.

Finally, thank you so much for being so on point with tagging basically every anime/manga you reblog consistently. It makes it so easy to mute or look up something whenever I want to see less or more of it.

I've muted a handful of tags for media that makes me uncomfortable, but I've also found some that I actually enjoy, thanks.

...

Uh...

✨️✨️✨️how do you end a post✨️✨️✨️

[eashmo]

7 minutes in hell, or is it heaven? Part 11 💋

-You Taste Devine-

Warnings: Smut!, fluff, and lots of angst. Billy forever being a soft Lil bean to y/n.

A/n: Sorry for not posting chapters. i was actually finally watching the show, also I've been distracted on watching the witcher for the first time as well, sooo yea. Also, sorry if ya'll don't have a daddy kink.

So the date seems short to me, because I wanted to write the smut more because I'm a hoe 🤣

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Rolling over onto my side, I wanted to face him to admire the curves of nose and jawline with my fingers, I want to constantly touch him somehow. Watching how his eyes flutter in his sleep as i touched him, touching his addicting lips, touching his hair that glowed in the morning sun. Thinking about prom and last night's activities, I was smiling like an idiot because of this man in front of me.

Suddenly, feeling his hand on my wrist, the grip was tight but not inflicting pain. He didn't say anything. He just kissed each of my fingers slowly, his eyes still closed.

"What do you think you're doing, princess?" He says in a husky morning voice. opening his eyes.

My cheeks were getting red for being caught. He grins and leans in, watching intently. I lower my eyes, suddenly intimated by the strength of his gaze.

He reaches out, gently nudging my chin up. "Are you blushing?" He asks in a teasing light tone.

"I-i don't know what you mean," I insist weakly as a smile slowly spreads across his face. His thumbs move across my cheeks as he chuckles. Fully grinning as he held my face, i gasped a little at the rare sight. I always felt like I had saved the world in my past life to be able to witness that smile.

"Let me take you on a date tonight."

"Can we go to the skating rink?!"

He chuckles, "As you wish, princess." He leans into me once more, capturing his lips with mine.

Neither of us heard a car pulling up, keys jingling as the front door opening, or the footsteps coming up the stairs, nor my bedroom door opening.

"Y/n, dear, I thought I would – oh my!" hearing a familiar voice of my mom, I shoved Billy off of me, making him fall to the ground taking the comforter with him with a loud thud, wincing as I heard a groan of pain from him.

"Mom!" I tried to cover my naked body with other blankets. 

"Hello, Mrs. y/l/n ,” Billy greets smoothly,  finally standing up from his place on the floor, wrapping the comforter around his naked waist, taking my moms hand, and kissing it “You are far more beautiful in person than I could imagine” sincere, charming even, brimming with utmost confidence.  She looks at me with a huge grin on her face. I rolled my eyes. “I'm Billy Hargrove, your daughter's boyfriend."

“It’s nice to finally meet you. You look just like how she described you, Billy,” my mom says with a big smile. “y/n has had a crush on you for a year. ”

“Oh really?” he asks, one eyebrow raised, looking at me amusedly. 

"Also, please, call me y/m/n." She took one look at the boy standing awkwardly somewhat naked in her daughter's room. She noticed that his torso was severely bruised.

“Are you alright dear, did you get into a fight? She asked with concern, filling her voice as she pointed to his torso.

“Oh. I- i um.” he says, not able to tell the truth about how he got them.

Coughing. "Mom, you and dad came back early," I say, finally finding my voice. Distracting her from Billy. 

"Oh, most of the meetings were canceled. We left for two days and got yourself a charming handsome boyfriend." She playfully scolded. My mom seemed to play off the ignored question.

Billy rubbed the back of his neck. He let out a boyish grin, and immediately, I knew he had just won over my mother.

“Um Mom, can you give us a second, please?”

“Of course honey, but later we need to have the talk about certain things” she says painting at my current state but right  before she closes the door she gives me a thumbs up along with a wink. 

“Christ.” I say as I flopped on my bed, covering my face with my hands.

“Well that went better than i expected” he chuckles, putting on his jeans, ignoring the shirt that was on the floor. He crawled over me and hovers over me, straddling my legs. I looked up through my fingers. He gently removes my hands from my face. Bending down to capture my lips. 

“You're cute when you're embarrassed” he smirks.

Laughing “Oh fuck off hargrove” 

Gingerly, my fingers touch his bruises, “I wish he didn't do this to you. If I meet him, I will kill him, I swear” I was getting pissed.  

He chuckles a bit “jesus you are hot when you get pissed, but thank you for being my little protector” 

I gave him a small smile “well someones gotta do it” pulling him down for a quick kiss , We finally came down the stairs fully dressed. “Ready to meet the father, big boy?” He stiffened immediately. Laughing “he's going to love you, i promise.”...... I hope so.

The meeting with my dad went smoother than i thought, dad took one look at Billy's scared face and immediately laughed while shaking his hand. “Welcome to the family, Billy, but no more sex under this roof ever again,” my dad scolded him. My eyes widen “thanks mom” i grumbled under my breath

“S-sorry sir” Billy gulps

“And you young lady from now on your are grounded."

" Can I at least go on a date tonight?" I pouted.

"OK, I'll let you off with a warning, just for tonight," he points at me with a semi Stern look.

“See i told you nothing to worry about” i teased as He slings an arm around me. “Yeah, your parents are fucking awesome, but not as awesome as you” he whispers in my ear. 

Rolling my eyes “I love you, dork.”

“I love you too, nerd,” he grins.

*First date at skating rink*

“I’m totally gonna fall on my ass by the way. I never had luck with skates” I say to Billy as he laces up his own skates. We looked around the skating rink, watching as the people on the rink passed by.

“Well we can't let that happen now, can we?” He says with a smirk, leaning over to wrap an arm around me. 

“Let me help you to the rink.” He says, taking hold of my shaky hands. I bite my lip and attempt to lift myself off of the bench. I immediately lose my footing upon fully standing up, falling into his arms. Billy lets out a hearty laugh, causing me to pout. “Asshole,” I mutter, placing my hands on his bicep for balance.

He chuckles “come on, bambi.” I stick my tongue at him with the nickname.

“I can't believe I suggested this for the first date. After all these years, I still can't skate.” I groaned in embarrassment. 

“I think it's cute, especially because it gives me an excuse to hold you more,” he says.

He pulls me from the carpet onto the slippery, wooden floor of the rink. We start off slowly but gradually start going faster over time. 

“Just ease into it, your tense baby.” he says, letting go to give me some freedom. 

Immediately, i slipped and fell flat on my back. Billy stops immediately and goes to help me up. 

“Nice one, y/l/n!” A group of girls snickered at me as they swerved by me. I flipped them off, hissing in pain as Billy lifted me up off of the floor.

“Well that went great.” we both say at the same time, both of us laughing.

I finally started to ease into it after several hours. It still isn't easy, Billy leads me around the rink, and I laugh as he does little tricks around me.

“How are you so good?” I whined when he was showing off again.

“My mother took me to skating rinks a lot when i was little. If i wasn't surfing, i was skating.”

“I would like to know more about her.”

“I will tell you soon,but now is not the time.” he sighs with a small frown.

“Promise?”

“Promise.” he smiles.

An announcement rings through the building, stating that the rink will be closing soon. 

He took me over to the plastic bench, and he helped me sit down and undo my laces. “Baby, I’m not five, I know how to untie my shoelaces.” Billy chuckles, “I know princess…I just felt like doing it for you.” 

“You’re so cheesy.” I tease. rolling his eyes. “Only for you.”

“Wanna do the photobooth before they close?” I say with puppy dog eyes.

“Anything for you.”

*car ride home also smut incoming*

I couldn't take my eyes off of him as he drove. Something about him driving does things to me. his hand had started off holding my own, but it had slipped to my thigh, gripping it tight like he was reading my thoughts.

"Billy, do you mind going the long way home?" I asked. He chuckles lowly, moving his hand a little more up my thigh, causing my breath to hitch. "Gladly." he says, punching the gas pedal a little more.

It wasn't long before he was driving down an old, almost overgrown, dirt road to a small clearing passed the warehouses; He pulled over, he looked at me with dark, lustful eyes that made me wanna moan; he leans in, his hand still on my thigh, kissing me harsh and bruising, pulling me onto his lap, his grip moved to my hips, fingertips harsh and making me roll my hips. His addicting taste of strawberries and cigarettes made my head spin. 

"D-Daddy," you mewled in his ear, grinding down on his lap. 

He stops my grinding “what did you call me?”

“Daddy.” I said quietly that I was turning red with embarrassment sitting back in the passenger seat thinking I did something wrong.

With a smirk, he undid his belt and pushed his jeans and boxers down to his ankles; his cock rock hard, "What's the matter, kitten? Dont You want Daddy to fuck you?"

You bit your lip, nodding eagerly. "Yes, please.”

“Strip” he demands. 

I stripped quickly at his command. “daddy.”

the growl that escaped his throat when i said that was primal, and without even any hesitation, he quickly puts me back on his lap, aiding me in lining myself up with him before he let out a loud groan when i fully sank down on him, gripping his shoulders as i began to rock and grind my hips.

 "That's a good girl, You look so fucking good on top of me,fucking yourself on daddy's dick like a good fucking girl."

My lips were against his neck as I was begging for more, leaving bright hickeys everywhere whilst I tangled one hand in his hair, tugging it perfectly, his hands firmly on my hips, fingertips bruising my skin, losing ourselves in the ecstasy. 

"Fuck, Daddy, I'm so close."

“Then cum baby girl.” he mercilessly played with my clit as he continued roughly pounding into me, I clenched around him, my juices covering him, he quickly pulled out and his thick cum covers the space in between us.

"Fuck, princess," he manages to say at last as he pressed a soft kiss to my lips. "You're so fucking gorgeous when you cum." He licked his lips.

"Lie down in the backseat," his voice was low and gravelly, making you bite your lip in excitement. "Daddy wants to taste you.”

Lying down in the backseat, spreading my legs, watching in awe as he got between my thighs. moaning loudly and arching my back when he ran his tongue through my folds, slow and teasing at first, he made sure to keep his eyes trained on me, especially when he pushed two of his fingers inside of me, making me gasp from the overstimulation. the windows of the car had fogged up.

 He crooked the fingers that were buried inside of me, making me let out an incredibly loud moan; clenching around his fingers I came for the second time my  juices were eagerly licked up by him, he pulled away, licking his lips.

my legs were shaking, i was sure i couldn't move. "Baby, let me return the favor," I breathed out.

Chuckling, he shook his head “you don't have.”

“Please daddy let me.”

“Ok princess.” he smiles.

“I've never done this.” i say quietly 

“It's ok, baby.”

He sat back when I got on my hands and knees on the seat. bending down, I spent some time kissing his thighs, getting closer and closer to his balls. He let out a loud growl when I put one of his balls into my mouth. swishing it around inside my mouth, then switched to the other one; He started breathing hard. I managed to put both his balls into my mouth at once. “ You are doing amazing, princess.” he grunts, I gingerly begin to stroke his cock. removing his balls from my mouth, licking his shaft with the tip of my tongue. Drenching  his cock with my saliva. finally putting my lips around the whole head of his cock and started to gently suck him off. slowly lowering my mouth over his entire cock, getting it deep inside my mouth as i could. grunting softly when I realized I couldn't get it all inside her mouth. slowly bobbing my head up and down on his lap. I could hear his breathing getting heavier. 

“Fuck, are you sure you never done this before?” he grunts.

He began to buck his hips up and down; Swirling my tongue wildly around the underside of the head of his cock, driving him mad with desire. It was hard to really say anything back with my mouth filled up. I intended to milk him dry; looking up, I saw his eyes were tightly shut, and his hands were by his side. “I'm about to cum kitten.” he moans, shortly after he said that the explosion came.

The intensity and amount of cum was difficult to handle. letting his cum drip out onto his lap. His hot cum mixed with my saliva as I licked the tip of his shaft. 

“H-how was that.”

“That was absolutely amazing, baby girl.” he says as he pulls me up to kiss my lips, tasting himself.

“I love you so much.” I whisper in his lips.

“I love you more than you think.”

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