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lake19907 ยท 1 day ago
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hsr lore noob here! would you mind telling about war period mikhail/misha? did he know gopher wood and the rest old guard of penacony at the time yet or no?
hi! so the thing about this is that the entire narrative we know is based off of two parts:
The event Clockie: Dreamjoy Memoir is a fictionalized version of Mikhail's account of his life. Because of this, I believe some of it is at least a little tainted by Mikhail's own views.*
The story quest Then Wake to Weep holds the few pieces of Mikhail's story which are actually in plain text.
*Despite being generally disliked by Literally Everyone Else, Wood is described twice as kind, once by Mikhail and once by Sunday, who are both similarly poor at reading bad intentions, although Sunday seems to have mostly trained this out of himself as he aged.
Unfortunately, this means that the answer to a lot of when/how questions will be "lol, idk" so quite a lot of this is conjecture.
Now that that's out of the way, here's a short timeline of what happened leading up to it, and then I'll point out where I sort of fudged details so that all my little guys could be together at once.
Black is "canon", purple is assumptions.
Mikhail decides to embark on the Express. Although he starts out doing menial work, which probably becomes the basis of the memoria creature called Misha, his talent for machinery is quickly picked up by Falcon Amundsen, who mentors him in the area of repairing the Express. Amundsen later dies on a Trailblazing expedition.
At some point afterward, the Express recieves a call from the IPC to come calm rioters on Penacony. When they arrive, they find out that the "rioting" was a prison break and subsequent war, triggered by the dormant Stellaron responding to the prisoners' wish to be freed and stay in their sweet dream. This is the root of the Dreamscape.
During their initial expedition into Penacony, they meet the individual named Hanunue, who is a werewolf from another planet in the Asdana star system but more importantly tries to blow them up.
After the situation calms, the Express crew (which includes Razalina and Tiernan and a few others (?)) decides that they should stay and help free the IPC's prisoners.
This is the period of time which most of my wartime Mikhail is from. Wood comes later after the war is, if not finished, at least significantly calmed on the surface โ€“ the IPC has accepted that it would be a waste of resources to continue trying to take back the planet, so although they are a quiet threat looking for any weak openings, they are mostly placid for the time being.
The problem with this continuity is that I ignored it. Wood gets to appear much earlier, although in much the same way as before: a convenient appearance to help when he is needed and to bother everyone when he is not. He doesn't fight openly as a matter of principle, considering himself removed from the conflict, although he could end it anytime if he so chose. Anything he does is not out of kindness but feeling good about himself, so since the fastest ending to the war would mean killing, he just sort of sits around and bothers people. He is there for religious matters and to solve an occasional problem and that's it.
I could probably handwave about them for pages longer. If I somehow missed something or you have other questions please ask ๐Ÿซก im a bit slow with askbox but i will try to get to them eventually
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gideonisms ยท 16 days ago
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Sometimes my reasons for shipping something are deep and relate to my personal flaws and neuroses but sometimes I simply think it's hot when girls are mad at each other
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hamletthedane ยท 10 months ago
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I was meeting a client at a famous museumโ€™s lounge for lunch (fancy, I know) and had an hour to kill afterwards so I joined the first random docent tour I could find. The woman who took us around was a great-grandmother from the Bronx โ€œback when that was nothing to brag aboutโ€ and she was doing a talk on alternative mediums within art.
What I thought that meant: telling us about unique sculpture materials and paint mixtures.
What that actually meant: an 84yo woman gingerly holding a beautifully beaded and embroidered dress (apparently from Ukraine and at least 200 years old) and, with tears in her eyes, showing how each individual thread was spun by hand and weaved into place on a cottage floor loom, with bright blue silk embroidery thread and hand-blown beads intricately piercing the work of other labor for days upon days, as the labor of a dozen talented people came together to make something so beautiful for a village girlโ€™s wedding day.
What it also meant: in 1948, a young girl lived in a cramped tenement-like third floor apartment in Manhattan, with a father who had just joined them after not having been allowed to escape through Poland with his pregnant wife nine years earlier. She sits in her fatherโ€™s lap and watches with wide, quiet eyes as her motherโ€™s deft hands fly across fabric with bright blue silk thread (echoing hands from over a century years earlier). Thread that her mother had salvaged from white embroidery scraps at the tailorโ€™s shop where she worked and spent the last few days carefully dying in the kitchen sink and drying on the roof.
The dress is in the traditional Hungarian fashion and is folded across her motherโ€™s lap: her mother doesnโ€™t had a pattern, but she doesnโ€™t need one to make her daughterโ€™s dress for the fifth grade dance. The dress would end up differing significantly from the pure white, petticoated first communion dresses worn by her daughterโ€™s majority-Catholic classmates, but the young girl would love it all the more for its uniqueness and bright blue thread.
And now, that same young girl (and maybe also the villager from 19th century Ukraine) stands in front of us, trying not to clutch the old fabric too hard as her voice shakes with the emotion of all the love and humanity that is poured into the labor of art. The village girl and the girl in the Bronx were very different people: different centuries, different religions, different ages, and different continents. But the love in the stitches and beads on their dresses was the same. And she tells us that when we look at the labor of art, we donโ€™t just see the work to create that piece - we see the labor of our own creations and the creations of others for us, and the value in something so seemingly frivolous.
But, maybe more importantly, she says that we only admire this piece in a museum because it happened to survive the love of the wearer and those who owned it afterwards, but there have been quite literally billions of small, quiet works of art in billions of small, quiet homes all over the world, for millennia. That your grandmotherโ€™s quilt is used as a picnic blanket just as Van Goghโ€™s works hung in his poor friendsโ€™ hallways. That your fatherโ€™s hand-painted model plane sets are displayed in your parentsโ€™ livingroom as Grecian vases are displayed in museums. That your older sisterโ€™s engineering drawings in a steady, fine-lined hand are akin to Da Vinciโ€™s scribbles of flying machines.
I donโ€™t think thereโ€™s any dramatic conclusions to be drawn from these thoughts - theyโ€™ve been echoed by thousands of other people across the centuries. However, if you ever feel bad for spending all of your time sewing, knitting, drawing, building lego sets, or whatever else - especially if you feel like you have to somehow monetize or show off your work online to justify your labor - please know that thereโ€™s an 84yo museum docent in the Bronx who would cry simply at the thought of you spending so much effort to quietly create something thatโ€™s beautiful to you.
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suguann ยท 8 months ago
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He has a feeling that the new girl running the front desk at the gym is going to be a problemโ€”a distraction disguised in a gym uniform polo and khaki pants.
It starts with you smiling too brightly as he walks in one morning, all teeth and that little twinkle in your eye that feels like trouble when you scan his membership card.
โ€œGood morning, Mr. Riley.โ€ย 
โ€œItโ€™s just Simon,โ€ he tells you as he takes his card off the counter.ย 
The following day, itโ€™s the same, except Johnny is there to make it worse.
He nudges Simon with his elbow. โ€œSheโ€™s kinda pretty, huh?โ€
โ€œSay it any louder, and sheโ€™ll hear you, mate,โ€ he grumbles.
Simonโ€™s not blind; of course, he knows youโ€™re pretty, but he doesnโ€™t have time to commit to anything outside of workโ€”even if you smile at him like youโ€™re happy to see him and how heโ€™ll think about it later: on missions, at his desk, during morning runs. His head is nothing short of woven webs with thoughts of you stuck in the middle.
Honestly, itโ€™s that youโ€”
(You try to make small talk with him every morning, and Simon is starting to think itโ€™s just for him because on the days he doesnโ€™t come alone, you merely scan his card and go back to reading the open paperback book on the desk.)
Itโ€™s weird because itโ€™s almost like youโ€”
(He bumps into you at the supermarket and makes a dumb joke about carrots that makes you laugh. It makes him a little tongue-tied and awkward afterward because he realizes he hasnโ€™t talked to a woman outside of only wanting a quick fuck in a really long time, but more importantly, he wants to hear it again.ย 
Instead, he tosses potatoes in his cart and walks away.)
He tells himself it means nothing, or not how Simon wants it to.
Youโ€™re justโ€ฆheโ€™s not even sure; acquaintances? Maybe more than that, but less than friends. Somewhere in that odd in-between phase where he only knows bits and pieces but not the whole picture.
Sometimes, he wishesโ€”
(Simon doesnโ€™t know what heโ€™s doing the first time he invites you to meet the guys from work on a night out. Heโ€™s dated around a few times and had his fair share of hook-ups, but this isnโ€™t like that. His palms are sweaty, more than usual, and no amount of wiping them on the thighs of his jeans keeps them dry.
Then you walk into the bar in a dress thatโ€™s probably too light for early spring in Londonโ€”even though he stares appreciatively at the long expanse of your legs as you walk up to the tableโ€”and he wishes he wasnโ€™t introducing you as his friend.)
But youโ€”
(A new development happens after you slip him your phone number on one of the gymโ€™s business cardsโ€”itโ€™s weird that we donโ€™t have each otherโ€™s numbers, so message me sometime or whateverโ€”and he messages you โ€˜heyโ€™ right before he leaves for a mission a few days later.ย 
It slowly shifts and changes over time.
You start sending him texts in the morning. Never an actual good morning text, but of the dogs you take on walks, the sunrise, the new flower box in your window. Somehow, itโ€™s better.)
You really areโ€”
(His house feels too hot, and heโ€™s distracted from the movie by how close you are, how your leg drapes over his under the blanket, fingers fisting into his sweater at his stomach that clenches. An ache that grows, throbbing, spreading from his abdomen to his groin.
It feels monumentalโ€”something more than the gentle touch to the elbow to squeeze by each other in his entryway earlier or giving you his jacket that night at the barโ€”a tilt of the axis that makes the messy pieces fall neatly into place.ย 
He must be staring because you glance up at him, smiling, and the sound from the TV turns into white noise in the background.
โ€œCan Iโ€ฆwould youโ€”fucking hell,โ€ Simon runs a hand through his hair. โ€œCan I kiss you?โ€
When your lips press against his, and his hands are pulling you onto his lap, where you settle hotly against his dick tenting in his jeans, he wonders why neither of you has done this before. Just kissingโ€”him licking the seam of your mouth, and you panting his name.
โ€œIโ€™ve wanted to do that for a while,โ€ you mumble, lips brushing his.
โ€œMe too,โ€ and he fists his hand into the hair at your nape and pulls you back to his mouth.)
โ€œI knew youโ€™d be trouble,โ€ he tells you one day, glaring at the bloke further down the bar who tried making a swipe at your ass before Simon showed up, towering over his shoulder with your fruity cocktail in hand.
โ€œOh, yeah?โ€ you giggle, leaning into his side.
โ€œYeah,โ€ the corners of his mouth quirk, though he hides it when he presses a kiss against your temple. โ€œA real pain in my ass, love.โ€
โ€œBut yours.โ€
This time, he does smile. โ€œYes, but mine.โ€
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narcissusneverknewme ยท 4 months ago
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I was going to pin this post until I stopped feeling fire in my throat on recognition. I figured I'd be ready to move on thenโ€” That has not happened I want this so bad I can't bear that I can't have it
they wouldn't let me write the live action Disney adaptions because I would have had the best Ping you have ever seen. He and Shang would have had chemistry that took your breath away. They would be Yearning. the audience would be Yearning. it would be electric and terrifying and by marika would Mulan/Ping be hot. Shang is obsessed, the audience is obsessed. there would be hardly be a person in the attendance that doesn't Get where Shang is coming from. who wouldn't rend their clothes and scream to the heavens over Mulan/Ping. she takes no prisoners.
and yes, Shang kisses him in the snow as he cradles Ping's injured, dying body.
and yes, from the opening scene to the rolling credits he's going slowly mad.
and the first time you see Mulan she's dressed in the most feminine, floaty, light-colored dressy robes, with bone white makeup and painted lips and you fall in love with her. and there's something underneath, too. and it's so intriguing.
and then she shows up as Ping, and it takes a while to get used to, and it's kind of funny and awkward. but then it looks better and better to you. and soon you find you can hardly bear it when the camera turns away from him for even a second. and Ping isn't awkward to be around at all, he's stunning and brave and resilient and determined to be kind and you're desperately in love with him and you decide he looks incredible in the warriors' robes, actually. and his smile makes you want to kiss him. it makes Shang want to scream. and to kiss him.
and then comes the last leg. and she's got the gender-neutral robes, the "neutral" stage makeup. the loose updo. and you've never been as attracted to anyone in your life as Shang is to her. and you get it. you really, really get it. and wow the way the cuff of her sleeves and the silhouette of her robes make your heart clench. and the way her posture, her gait, make a new kind of sense. you can feel this is It. this is The Costume. you're obsessed and Shang is obsessed.
And then in the end, she's wearing pretty soft-colored robes and it makes you think for a moment that she looks like she did at the beginning. but then actually something makes her strength visible too. is it the cut of the costume? her posture? the framing of the shots? Yes it is. and you know, when Shang shows up, You know he can see it too. and he doesn't want to stop looking any more than you do. and he isn't going to even when you do.
every kid that ever watched my Mulan would recall it as Formative, like y'alls Danny Phantom but on the sickest steroids ever invented. She'd be irresistible. and so very gender.
#give it to me cowards#just original tags now bc I have not developed away from this at all. my mind is still here.#i was a huge shang fan as a kid#you can't tell from this post bc it's all about Mulan#but I would do my boy Shang SO GOOD#you'd adore him at the end. and be cheering him on and begging him to stop and gasping from frustration just watching him#but most importantly you'd believe in the goodness of his character. a man; young and under immense pressure; doing his best#fighting his hardest#anyway I market the movie for theaters with her in the girly clothes and then all merch and promotional material afterward features the#shan yu final showdown outfit#the one that makes you go mad#that makes you forgive all of shangs transgressions on the spot#you take one look and say#yeah ok. my boy was right alright. look there were extenuating circumstances. no one could think in this environment#but if course that's actually where they work together THE BEST#and it's soooo good#and it convinces you that they are perfect for each other#sorry about all this guys#I'm still mad this isn't what happened with the live action frankly#i will probably never come to terms with it#<-yip#or........ miniseries?? 8 hours of film all shot and edited and released as a single work perhaps?#oooo what if I did a 3.5 hour film with AN INTERMISSION what would the girlies think of that ๐Ÿ˜‚#boo me out of theaters#except audiences would realize I'm right#btw I genuinely never intended to leave rhis on my dash more than two days#my stomach still clentches and my throat burns immediately on seeing the first line every time. I just cannot get over this#this could be It. we coukd have this. it could be ours#mulan#disney
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actual-changeling ยท 1 year ago
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we do not talk enough about the moment right before crowley puts his sunglasses back on. the "nothing lasts forever" is devastating and if you're like me your eyes were so full of tears you couldn't see the screen the first time you watched it (just like crowley, look at us all twinning in sadness!).
there is a shift that happens in his eyes and i think it is absolutely fascinating and heartbreaking at the same time.
we begin with crowley averting his gaze from aziraphale's face and staring off into the distance instead, and you can see his spirit break. that crowley just lost the one thing in the world he cannot live without and we can see it written across his face like a neon sign.
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then, as you'd expect, he gives into the need to cover up his pain, to try and make himself less vulnerable, and even before he lifts his glasses he looks down so aziraphale can no longer see his eyes.
now, the next part is what would not let me out of its grasp all day. we know it happens because of his demeanour afterwards and up until the kiss, but you can actually watch as crowley makes himself numb to the world.
i am intimately familiar with dissociation as a trauma and stress response, and while you can never fully control it, you do eventually find the switch in your mind that makes you snap back into the haze. crowley has had six thousand years to get really, really good at leaving reality behind when he needs and/or wants to.
that's exactly what he does.
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he still looks sad, and yet there's just something distinctly distant in his eyes, the shift from openly heartbroken to "i don't want to feel any of this let me leave".
glasses? on
emotions? off
hotel? trivago
i have stared at those four frames more than any person probably should and i don't know if it's the light, if i am going insane, or if there is a single tear sliding out of his right (our left) eye. i'm probably insane and the light is a bitch so if anyone has some high resolution shots or anything that could answer that question without a doubt PLEASE do add it.
by now you are probably ready to threaten me with a knife in a dark alley but before you do that or drive your car off a cliff, let me tell you the best part:
aziraphale notices.
they might be communicating on two different frequencies but aziraphale knows crowley. he knows and loves him, and, most importantly, over the last few years he has gotten used to seeing crowley without his glasses. aziraphale could probably write a book on the expressions in his eyes alone and watches that shift happen and is devastated.
look.
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he tries to make himself hope the same second, tries to convince himself crowley is putting on his glasses so they can leave together, but he knows.
aziraphale sees the light leave crowley's eyes, sees crowley leave, knowing that he is quite literally running away from him. you and me against the world, angel, but in that moment crowley firmly pushes him back to "the world" (or tries to, anyway).
the entire season we see crowley take off his glasses whenever he enters the bookshop to the point where he's running around without them on in broad daylight with jimbriel right there.
can you imagine how hurt and confused aziraphale must be?
because what crowley is telling him, if we really, really break it down, is that aziraphale is no longer a safe person for him. and repairing that trust is going to take time and work, no matter how much crowley loves him, how badly they love and need each other.
anyway to seal this off and really rub in the pain - how it started vs. how it ended. <3
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oh one last thing: now crowley no longer has a single person he can be himself around, no one that knows him, no one he trusts. no one in whose presence he can take his glasses off.
and outside of the bentley and his own flat, he no longer has a place to do so either. the bookshop was theirs. with aziraphale gone, is it really a safe place anymore? is it somewhere he can just let himself be knowing he will be looked after and protected?
easy answer: no.
alright, off i go. see y'all on the next angst post or in the tags.
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shlonguru ยท 10 months ago
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Can we get one of Alastor fucking you in his radio booth and broadcasting it to fuck with Vox~ pretty please with a cherry on top๐Ÿ’•
God thank you so much for your request and this idea, it really inspired me so much and I might do even more with this cause I find it inherently hot hehe. I'm so happy so many people enjoyed the first part of Alastor x Fem!Reader x Vox and I'm a degenerate so I wrote a second. I hope you guys like it too! Enjoy my fellow degenerates! o/
I would also like to thank @wipmoop for their amazing art cover for this smut! They're truly the best you can check them out !
And with this, I present you, drumroll please :
Alastor X Fem!Reader X Vox 2 - Rematch !
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Summary : You're tired of waiting for your rematch and decide to take things into your own hands. Are you ready to face the consequences of your actions ?
Warning : 18+, Smut, dirty talking, oral, oral creampie, creampie, threesome, cum swallowing, praise kink, teasing, overstimulation, rough, cunnilingus, hair pulling, bondage, spanking.
Word Count : 4883 words (Yup, it's worse than the first one.)
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After the events of the party Alastor brought you back to the hotel, explaining to Charlie that you mightโ€™ve hmmโ€ฆhad more than you could handle. She was delighted at the idea of you residing at the hotel and extended an unlimited invitation to you. You had your own room and actually enjoyed the people there more than you thought you would. You thought youโ€™d give redemption a shot. However, you had been dreaming of your rematch with Vox and Alastor and it occupied most of your daily thoughts, as much as you hated to admit it.
It had been 2 weeks since you moved in and you hadnโ€™t really been seeing Alastor since the party, he was a busy man after all, he was usually very polite when he saw you and would give you a hand kiss or wink at you. You hadnโ€™t seen Vox at all since the party, but it wasnโ€™t too surprising. Slowly, you started realizing that you were okay with what happened being a one-off thing.
This day you had just finished exercises with everyone and was chilling having some tea when Charlie exclaimed: โ€œOh Alastor is hosting his radio show! We should bring him some tea! Whereโ€™s Niffty? Sheโ€™d be super-fast.โ€ She looked around unable to find her.โ€
โ€œShe was chasing a family of roaches last time I saw her.โ€ You explained drinking your tea. โ€œI can bring him if you want.โ€ You offered, not thinking much of it, but knowing the idea of seeing Alastor brought a slight smile to your face.
โ€œReally?โ€ Asked Charlie with sparks in her eyes. โ€œThat is such a selfless act I love it!โ€
โ€œIs it?โ€ You questioned. She nodded furiously before handing you a tray with a cup of tea, some milk, sugar, and some biscuits on it.
You left the group and started making your way to the radio tower. As you approached it you heard the demon speaking into his mic.
โ€œAnd that my fellows, is why you should never trust a demon whose name starts with a V. I will return in a moment, enjoy this musical break of electro swing.โ€
You arrived in front of the door and knocked.
โ€œCome in.โ€ You heard.
You entered the room to find Alastor sitting in front of his station, his legs crossed.
โ€œOh, Hello Dear!โ€ He exclaimed seeing it was you at the door.
โ€œHi! Charlie asked me to bring you some tea. Howโ€™s your show going?โ€ You smiled as you entered the room. Alastor looked at you intensely as you walked past him, his smile as wide as ever, you could feel his gaze on your body, you were wearing a short red dress hugging your shape and flared at the bottom and a pair of black thigh highs. You sat the tray on the coffee table he had next to him and poured him a cup of tea.
โ€œThe show is going as well as it needs to be.โ€ He replied coldly, pausing afterwards. โ€œBut more importantly, this dress suits you very well, I donโ€™t think Iโ€™ve seen you in a dress since that night at the party.โ€ He proclaimed calmly.
Your face flushed lightly and he noticed. He hadnโ€™t talked about the party since that night and the simple mention of it sent back embarrassing flashbacks to your mind. Not that you regretted it.
โ€œOh really? I hadnโ€™t noticed. This is more casual though.โ€ You replied, not looking him in the eyes.
โ€œIs it now Dear?โ€ Asked the demon searching for your gaze then looking you from the bottom up.
โ€œI'm glad you like it." You teased then presented the cup in front of him and thought you noticed a quick glance at your cleavage.
This was enough for you to decide that you had done progress at the hotel and that meant you deserved a little reward, and if you were honest with yourself, you had missed Alastor and Voxโ€™s touch since that night, after all, they had given you a night you could never forget as promised. You had been a good girl but now it was time to drop the act.
You lingered giving him a good look. You then asked innocently: โ€œIs there anything I can do to help?โ€
He took a good look at you, almost as if he was trying to gauge your intentions. โ€œActually, I do, would you grab me the mic from the shelf over there.โ€
โ€œSure!โ€ You replied smiling. You made your way to the shelf and pretended to struggle to grab the mic which fell to the floor and rolled under the shelf. You then got on all fours and bent over trying to grab it, almost exposing your parts. After grabbing it you stood back up and turned around only to be met with Alastor smiling widely, leaning on the counter of his studio.
โ€œAre you doing okay, Dear?โ€ He grinned tauntingly before taking a sip.
โ€œI donโ€™t know, am I? Hereโ€™s your mic.โ€ You handed him the mic. He put down his cup of tea and grabbed the mic slowly, not breaking eye contact with you. He then proceeded to pull swiftly on it, bringing you with it as you hadnโ€™t let go yet. Your body ended up pressed against his.
โ€œYou know if you had been craving my attention this badly you should have mentioned it sooner.โ€ He exclaimed looking deep into your eyes.
โ€œDid I crave your attention, or did you miss giving it to me?โ€ You asked smugly smirking back.
โ€œOh, I can give it to you alright.โ€ He smiled wider, his mouth an inch from yours.
โ€œDo it then.โ€ You smiled back, holding the fold of his jacket.
You felt his lips crash onto yours, the both of you dropping the mic simultaneously. He grabbed your hips tightly pulling you into the kiss, kissing you even deeper as he moved one hand behind your neck. He then lowered his hands to your ass before grabbing both of your cheeks tightly, pulling you off the ground, you legs locking around him instinctively. He turned around, still kissing you while holding your weightless body and sat you on the edge of the counter of his studio. He grabbed both of your wrists and laid you on your back, pinning your hands above your head. He then proceeded to kiss down your neck and onto your cleavage.
โ€œComing here dressed this way was your mistake.โ€ He smirked.
โ€œDebatable.โ€ You smirked back.
He kept both of your hands pinned together with one of his and took a good look of your flushed, panting, and eager body. While scanning down your body he noticed something that made his eyes widen slightly before he went back to looking into your eyes with a devious smile. His second hand travelled down your body making you realize how sensitive you felt already.
โ€œYou might not have missed my attention but this part of you certainly has.โ€ His hand then rubbed against your womanhood, making you realize just how soaked you were already as you squirmed.
โ€œListen Dear,โ€ he looked at you, still rubbing your pussy, โ€œIโ€™m going to let go of your hands, but you may not touch anything but yourself with them.โ€ He then let go of your hands and pussy before bending over you, resting both of his hands on each side of your head.
โ€œUnderstood?โ€ He menacingly whispered with a very serious grin.
You nodded.
โ€œGood girl. And be sure to make all of hell know how good youโ€™re feeling.โ€ He smiled before removing his jacket which he threw on his couch.
โ€œWha-โ€œ You were about to question but then saw him casually turn on the mic of his station. The sign [On Air] turning bright red confirming what you thought.
Alastor then proceeded to kneel in front of you and pull you closer, to the edge of the counter, he then ripped your panties in one movement and started digging in.
You immediately felt his tongue dig deep inside of you, earning a loud moan out of you as he spread your walls. The moans kept pouring as he enthusiastically ate you out, alternating between the inside and the outside of your pussy that he was eating like the first meal heโ€™d had in days. He kept moving his tongue in motions that sent jolts up and down your body.
Before you realized, your hands had made their way into Alastorโ€™s hair, pulling slightly as the pleasure intensified. You only noticed when the pleasure stopped. You looked down, confused, and immediately realized your mistake, letting go of his hair, as the tall demon stood back on his feet, looking at you calmly, which somehow made it scarier.
โ€œDidnโ€™t we agree on you touching nothing but yourself? See not only have you not touched yourself, but youโ€™ve also touched me, and I am not part of you, yet.โ€ He said menacingly.
โ€œSorryโ€ฆโ€ You muttered.
โ€œToo late Darling, Iโ€™m afraid bad girls need to be disciplined.โ€
You stared at him as you witnessed him calmly removing his bowtie then grabbing both of your wrists once again, this time tying them together, in a very tight fashion.
โ€œGood.โ€ He exclaimed proud of his work.
And with that he resumed eating you out, this time more aggressively. You felt your walls tighten as he attacked them relentlessly, grabbing your thighs with both of his hands. Your moans were getting louder and louder as his name poured continuously out of your mouth until you felt the knot that had been building up break and the orgasm wash over your body, making your legs shake in the process.
โ€œHoly shitโ€ฆโ€ You blurted, panting hard as you watched Alastor stand up and give you a quick kiss.
โ€œSee, you know how to be a good girl.โ€ He whispered in your ear before licking your ear lobe. You felt his throbbing crotch press against yours.
Before any of you could add anything, you saw a glowing blue circle draw itself around the both of you.
โ€œWhat is th-โ€œ You couldnโ€™t finish your sentence as you felt yourself fall down through what had now obviously been a portal. The radio demon fell with you, though in a much classier and composed manner, almost as if he knew it was coming.
You felt yourself land on something soft and looked around. It was a very large bed. Alastor had landed comfortably on his feet next to the bed.
โ€œTook him long enoughโ€ฆโ€ He huffed.
You scanned the room; it was very large and luxurious, like a palace. It was a giant bedroom with huge French windows, and tall wooden doors at its entrance. As soon as you laid your eyes on said doors they opened violently.
โ€œThe fuck is wrong with you !?โ€ Yelled the handsome tall demon entering the room. It was a very furious Vox. Seeing him furious made you immediately crave him.
โ€œWell, hello to you too.โ€ Smiled Alastor, still in the same relaxed position.
โ€œWhy would you broadcast her for all of hell to listen to? Have you lost your mind?โ€ He screamed unable to compose himself.
โ€œI only did so long enough for you to notice.โ€ He mentioned โ€œAnd if you were so bothered by it, then maybe you should have noticed sooner.โ€ He smiled wider.
โ€œWhat a dumbass.โ€ Vox walked past Alastor and arrived in front of you. He smiled for the first time.
โ€œLong time no see y/n !โ€ He leaned in front of you making you blush as you took a good look at his handsome figure.
โ€œHi Vox! Iโ€™ve missed you!โ€ You smiled with your face still flushed from your orgasm. He held your chin up gently.
โ€œFuck I really missed that hot face of yours, Iโ€™m sorry you were stuck with such an ungrateful prick for so long, I knew you shouldโ€™ve moved into my place instead. Youโ€™ve clearly gone way too long without getting some well-deserved action, which would have never happened here by the way.โ€ He said that last part louder on purpose. He looked down for a second. โ€œDear, you are making my sheets wet already, did you really miss me that much?โ€ He smiled looking at your exposed parts, dripping onto the bed.
โ€œWe could have settled on a date to have our rematch instead of you exposing her to every lowlife that would listen.โ€ He turned to Alastor.
โ€œOur dear friend couldnโ€™t wait any longer and well I guess I had to take matters into my own hands.โ€ He said innocently.
โ€œYouโ€™re such a piece of shit.โ€ Proclaimed Vox with a wide grin on his face, briefly glitching. โ€œI see youโ€™re unable to try and beat me without a head start you radio bastard.โ€
โ€œItโ€™s not like I was doing anything you could do anyways, Mr. Flat-screen-no-tongue.โ€ The redhead smirked.
โ€œOh really?โ€ He glitched lightly. โ€œSit back, relax and shut the fuck up.โ€
He turned to you, and away from Alastor.
โ€œY/n! Time to get that rematch baby! Get your ass on the edge of that bed and spread those legs for me!โ€
Your body moved on its own at this command, and you managed to sit up at the edge of the bed despite your wrists still tied together and sat with your thighs spread open, revealing your most intimate part which couldnโ€™t lie about how much you wanted this. Vox looked at you intensely, taking in the sight he had missed more than he thought he had and bent over resting one hand on his knee, the other holding the bowtie tying your wrists together with a finger.
โ€œHas someone been a bad girl~?โ€ He teased.
โ€œThatโ€™s entirely possible.โ€ You smirked back. You could tell from his face he liked that. He let go of your wrists and grabbed both of your thighs tightly, making you lose your balance and fall back onto the bed. The next instant, you sensed something that felt like a tongue slide inside your pussy. It sent immediate literal jolts up your body, earning a loud moan out of you that surprised even you. You came a little from that but didnt say anything, you moved your head, looking at what was going on down there and saw a big blue tongue, sliding out of Voxโ€™s screen and eating out your deepest parts.
โ€œOh wow!โ€ You exclaimed not knowing what to make of the mix of intense pleasure, surprise and shock you were feeling. A quick glance behind Vox and you saw Alastor roll his eyes unbothered having a cup of tea on the sofa not too far. You didnโ€™t have time to really process anything as the TV demon kept eating you out aggressively, making your orgasm come sooner than you would have expected. You had absolutely no control over how fast it was building up, you just felt it snap and felt yourself come, arching your back embracing the wave of pleasure, grabbing your dress tightly as you did so.
You felt the tongue pull out of you and giving your whole pussy a good lick before Vox stood back up, wiping his face with a satisfied look on his it.
โ€œFuck youโ€™re so hot when you come.โ€ He blurted trying to keep his composure, but you could already see his member throbbing through his pants.
โ€œAre you done with your ridiculous endeavor? An attempt to prove what exactly?โ€ Exclaimed Alastor in a tone he tried to portray as nonchalant, but everyone else could tell he was ticked off. โ€œCanโ€™t you see she comes so easily you could barely even consider it a challenge.โ€
That statement pissed you off because as much as you were enjoying yourself you didnโ€™t like being underestimated.
โ€œI had no idea my enjoying myself would make you this insecure?โ€ You responded smirking in your brattiest tone.
โ€œOh, I like you more and more.โ€ Said Vox raising his brows and smiling at you.
You could swear you noticed an eye twitch on Alastor.
โ€œYou bratโ€ฆclearly if youโ€™re still feeling this confident then we havenโ€™t gone hard enough on you.โ€ He declared with a wicked smile scaring you as much as it turned you on. Alastor teleported onto the bed next to you, grabbed your hair firmly into a ponytail and pulled you further into the large bed, leaving you no choice but to follow him on your knees before pulling your face close to his. Your tied hands were hanging down in front of you as you looked up at the radio demon. โ€œI guess weโ€™ll have to fix that.โ€ He kissed you deeply shoving his tongue in your mouth making your head spin. He pulled away from the kiss for a second.
โ€œSorry Dear, I am but a terrible spectator.โ€ He went back into the kiss making you dizzy as he pulled down the top of your dress making your breasts bounce out of it. He grabbed one of your tit with his free hand, pinching your nipple and making you whine softly.
"Now youโ€™re going to use all that confidence you were so proud of just seconds ago and youโ€™re going to take it all in.โ€ He let go of you and you fell on all fours, now facing his crotch. You took a good look and immediately noticed how tight his pants looked around his cock, it almost looked painful. With your tied wrists you unzipped his pants, pulling out your reward.
โ€˜Was it this big last time?โ€™ you thought to yourself. A slight look of surprise covering your face for a brief instant.
โ€œYes, it was.โ€ Replied the radio demon, as if he had read your mind. โ€œYou were just too eager to notice.โ€ He finished. You blushed heavily before giving your best shot at taking as much of his member as you could in your mouth, it amounted to about 2/3 of his manhood.
โ€œNot quite, Dear, here, let me give you a hand.โ€ He chuckled before shoving your face down his member, lodging it all the way down your throat. You couldnโ€™t breathe but it still felt good, you pussy was quivering and dripping, and Vox noticed.
โ€œDamn, look at your cunt, donโ€™t worry I gotchu.โ€ You heard Vox who was right behind you and the moment after felt him give your ass a hard spank. That made you moan loudly, and you knew Alastor felt it when you heard a groan coming from him, you looked up only to be met with an intense and serious gaze filled with lust coming from the radio demon. His hands were both in your hair, guiding your mouth up and down, enjoying himself.
Vox stood right behind you, and you heard his pants unzip. Immediately after, you felt one of his hands rest on your hips and the tip of his cock rub against your entrance teasingly.
โ€œHave you missed that?โ€ He asked, lust exuding off his tone. After a few seconds of his teasing, you wanted to beg for him to insert it but you mouth was too full for that.
โ€œCome onโ€ฆโ€ He teased, knowing he put you in an impossible position.
In one motion you pulled your mouth off Alastorโ€™s cock and pleaded loudly. โ€œVox please I need your cock in me!โ€ You looked at him with a lewd look on your face .
Seeing you in that state made him blush briefly before he composed himself again.
โ€œFucking finally! Youโ€™re so fucking hot!โ€ He groaned loudly pushing all of him inside of you in one go making you scream of pleasure in the process. You immediately felt Alastor grab your hair in the same fashion he had moments ago, pulling your face close and squinting.
โ€œLetโ€™s not get distracted now, shall we?โ€ He demanded sternly.
Vox felt you tighten around him as you heard those words, pulling an involuntary moan out of him.
โ€œYou naughty girl, youโ€™re loving this arenโ€™t you?โ€ He spanked roughly you before starting to thrust at a rather fast pace.
โ€œObviously.โ€ Declared Alastor smiling before shoving your face back onto his cock. He was the one thrusting now, in fact, they both were and soon enough, you felt that coil build up once again in your insides. Your eyes rolled back as you felt the knot snap.
Vox felt you tighten almost uncomfortably around his member as you came. He grabbed both of our ass cheeks tightly.
โ€œThatโ€™s right, come for me!โ€ He groaned throwing his head back and fucking you through your climax, holding your ass tightly then spanking it.
You had just finished coming when you felt Alastor pull out of your mouth. You exhaled loudly catching your breath.
โ€œGood job not suffocating, hereโ€™s your reward.โ€ Said Alastor grabbing your panting figure, pulling you off Vox and propping you onto his cock as he stood on his knees, you were still panting but it was now intertwined with moans as he effortlessly moved you up and down his member. You moved your tied up wrists over his head, wrapping your arms around his neck and grabbing it gently, you kissed him softly yet longingly as the moans continuously flooded out of your mouth. You felt his member grow thicker inside of you, as expressed by your moans becoming louder. Your kiss was interrupted by the TV overlord who grabbed your chin, turning your face away from the radio demon.
โ€œNow you canโ€™t just give all your holes away so easily my dear.โ€ He said calmly standing bent over next to you.
โ€œMy apologies.โ€ You replied looking up into his eyes.
โ€œYouโ€™re forgiven.โ€ He added with a smooth voice before you felt his lips meet yours. You were surprised at how soft they felt, and you had just found out he could do such a thing. He probably didnโ€™t do it every day, but he was such a good kisser, you were dazzled by the kiss before he pulled out of it.
โ€œNow open up dove, weโ€™re not done just yet.โ€ He grinned.
He hadnโ€™t finished his sentence that you had opened your mouth, eagerly awaiting him.
โ€œMy god youโ€™re such a good little slut.โ€ He laughed not able to contain himself any longer, he pushed himself deep into your mouth and moaned loudly as he did so, you started moving your head swallowing his member to the base each time.
You hadnโ€™t noticed because of how gradual it had been, but Alastor was now moving much faster than how he had started, hitting your deepest parts each time.
โ€œAre you going to come again and prove me right?โ€ Alastor smirked at you, pausing his thrusting for a moment and spanking your ass roughly. You moaned loudly around Voxโ€™s cock and stopped moving as he immediately grabbed your head and kept the thrusting going.
โ€œNuh uh, you canโ€™t stop yet.โ€ The TV demon said as he kept pumping in and out of your mouth.
You looked at Alastor from the corner of your eye.
โ€œWhat is it sweetheart? The TV got your tongue?โ€ He spanked you again this time harder. Your pussy tightened around him, and he felt it, making his grin widen even more.
You looked at him trying your hardest to stay in control.
โ€œAww you still think you can decide whether you come or not. How adorableโ€ฆI guess itโ€™s time I teach you this lesson.โ€ He squinted his eyes challengingly before he spanked you one last time, harder than all the other time, this time immediately grabbing both of your ass cheeks very firmly, not breaking eye contact with you.
โ€œIโ€ฆโ€ He slammed you against his cock. โ€œโ€ฆdecideโ€ฆโ€ He slammed harder. โ€œโ€ฆifโ€ฆโ€ He slammed even harder, digging his nails into your ass. โ€œโ€ฆand whenโ€ฆโ€ He slammed hard and you felt yourself dangerously close to the edge. โ€œโ€ฆyou come!โ€ He grinned, slamming one last time harder than you had ever felt him thrust in you and he saw your eyes roll back as your pussy started pulsating around his cock. You moaned loudly around Voxโ€™s cock, who pulled out just in time to hear it aloud. You were panting hard, your whole body going limp.
Vox grabbed your face and pressed your cheeks together bringing his face close to yours. โ€œYouโ€™ll relax soon enough bitch, but weโ€™re not done yet.โ€ He then proceeded to grab you off Alastor and prop you once again on all fours. You were wobbly at best. โ€œCome on are you already exhausted? After all this big talk?โ€ He spanked you now red ass making you whine. You moaned softly and looked at him with pleading eyes. Your legs felt weak from all this thrusting and climaxing, and he could tell. He let out a soft sigh.
โ€œHere. Let me give you a hand.โ€ He grabbed one of your legs and propped it on his shoulder. โ€œNow youโ€™re going to take it like a good girl?โ€ He looked at you his eyes focusing intensely on you.
โ€œYes, Sir.โ€ You pleaded. As soon as he heard those words coming out of your mouth he felt an irrepressible urge to take you and you felt all of him enter you once more, at this point your pussy being overstimulated felt so sensitive everything felt ten times more intense. You moaned loudly while your tongue hung out of your mouth, and you gripped the sheets tightly as Vox started thrusting more roughly than he previously had.
Alastor, seeing your tongue hanging and your mouth open, took this opportunity to push himself inside your mouth and started thrusting.
โ€œEnjoy your own taste dear, because youโ€™re about to taste me.โ€ He declared with a sadistic gaze on his now flushed face. You loved seeing the evolution of his boldness as lust took over.
โ€œShit youโ€™re so fucking tight!โ€ Vox thrusted hard, gritting his teeth, and digging his nails into your thigh, pulling it close against his chest as he lost himself in pleasure, his movement becoming more erratic as he glitched and he brought himself closer to the final release, nevertheless, he never failed to hit your G-spot with each thrust. You felt it coming, despite your best efforts, they both felt you tense up more and more. You still did a great job wrapping your tongue around the radio demonโ€™s shaft, you heard his breath get shakier as he maintained composure fucking your mouth, one hand under your chin and the other in your hair.
You felt the knot about to snap as you hear them both declare as one:
โ€œAre you ready?โ€
They both thrusted deep in you one last time, releasing simultaneously, filling you up from both sides as you came one last time, almost seeing stars at this point.
Alastor let out the closest thing to a moan as he emptied himself directly down your throat tightening around his member, slowly pulling himself out afterwards and enjoying the sight of your dazed expression.
โ€œGood job.โ€ He patted your cheek smiling and slightly panting, much more relaxed than a few moments ago.
Vox pulled out next and you immediately collapsed onto the bed, cum flowing out of you.
โ€œHoly shit you felt so fucking good!โ€ Vox also felt all sorts of dizzy after his orgasm. He quickly got a grip and they both grabbed what was necessary to clean you up, laying you down comfortably after Alastor removed his bowtie from your sore wrists and Vox handed you one of his shirts to wear.
You were fast asleep and woke up probably a few hours later to both of them having tea in the corner of the room.
โ€œOh, shut the fuck up, you canโ€™t talk your way into being better in bed, she literally blacked out after I made her come, thatโ€™s how good it was.โ€ Expressed Vox with frustration.
โ€œMaybe that or you were just so boring she fell asleep.โ€ Replied Alastor calmly sipping his tea.
โ€œFuck off, werenโ€™t you facefucking her as well? Wouldnโ€™t that make you boring by extension?โ€ He proclaimed, anger taking over his tone.
Alastor ignored him. You moved in the bed making it creak and earning their attention.
โ€œOh, looks like our friend has finally awaken from her great slumber.โ€ Announced the radio demon.
They both arrived by your side as you fully came to.
โ€œHello beautiful.โ€ Exclaimed Vox, with his usual smile and composure. โ€œHow are we doing?โ€
โ€œWell!โ€ You replied attempting to stretch then realizing how sore your whole body felt. โ€œNever mind.โ€ You added.
They both smiled with a satisfied look on their face, almost as if admiring their work.
โ€œYeah, you need to rest. Next time try not to bite off more than you can chew sweetheart.โ€ Declared Vox with Alastor nodding approvingly next to him.
โ€œAny idea who performed best this time Dear?โ€ Asked the radio demon.
โ€œI mean, itโ€™s hard to give you an answer when you both do whatever you want at all times.โ€ You said with a hint of frustration. โ€œMaybe if you both stuck to one hole, I would be able to tell.โ€ You added, genuinely trying to recall all the events in the right order.
โ€œHmm, No.โ€
โ€œNope.โ€ They both proclaimed simultaneously.
โ€œWe will, however, keep fucking you until you give us an answer.โ€ Gloated Vox with a hint of excitement in his voice.
โ€œIโ€™m afraid itโ€™s the only way.โ€ Added Alastor calmly.
โ€œFair.โ€ You conceded.
โ€˜Holy shit what did I get myself intoโ€ฆโ€™ You thought to yourself.
โ€œNow, rest my dear, youโ€™re going to need it.โ€ Said Vox still smiling at you before vanishing into electricity out of the room.
โ€œIโ€™ll see you soon Darling.โ€ Declared Alastor before smiling and disappearing into a shadow.
To be continued...
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Vox is genuinely so effortless to write. I love how versatile he can be, Alastor on the other hand is rough -.- but once I'm done I can fully appreciate it.
PS : I know Alastor is Aroace and I hope no one takes offense to my work. I genuinely take pleasure in writing smuts and I've been loving his personality that's all.
Peace out ! o/
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RODEO STATION, 2 โ€” MEGUMI FUSHIGURO
A collection of you and Megumi through the years, through Gojoโ€™s eyes.ย 
content, warnings: childhood friends to lovers, canon-adjacent, satoru adopts megumi and tsumiki, reader has a cursed technique sort of delved into here
word count: 2.2k
part ii: you and megumi are ten, tsumiki is eleven, gojo is twenty-ish?, about six or seven months after gojo meets all of you, and adopts megumi and tsumiki. you can read part one here
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The moment that Satoru met him, he knew that Megumi was a little troublemaker and there was little he could do to stop that. Satoru didnโ€™t mind for the most part, and he couldnโ€™t blame the kid eitherโ€”honestly, he was more surprised that Megumi didnโ€™t routinely get himself into more trouble, but he supposes he has you and Tsumiki to thank for that.ย 
Heโ€™d naively believed that you and Tsumiki both played the role of anchoring maternal figure for Megumi, but it only takes a few weeks for Satoru to learn that itโ€™s Tsumiki that serves as the anchor for you two. Satoru then earnestly wonders if you were bullying Megumi with the way youโ€™re able to keep him under your thumb, but when Megumi adamantly refutes this with the nastiest, most offended scowl Satoruโ€™s ever seen on a kid before, he backs off and reasons that this is just how your relationship with Megumi works.
And, as it turns out, Megumi is the only one doing any sort of bullying. Heโ€™s ten and Satoru has been to more parent-teacher conferences than any other parent has ever possibly attended in their lifetime. He didnโ€™t even know that it was possible for kid his age to get kicked out of school, especially at this point in the year. Thereโ€™s only three months left until summer vacation, so Satoru enlists Ieiriโ€™s help in enrolling Megumi into public school to finish out fifth grade. She also reassures him that this separation from you and Tsumiki is temporary, and that you would all be able to attend middle school together again in the fall.ย 
The major problem then becomes that you all get dismissed at different times. You and Tsumiki used to end your days at the same time, but Tsumiki starts staying late to take piano lessons. However, this is remedied by the mother of a friend of Tsumikiโ€™s, who drives her home afterwards; an older woman that Satoru becomes eternally grateful for. Even so, youโ€™re dismissed thirty minutes before Megumi, and some shuffling has to be done to align your commutes. Satoru knows that the three of you took yourselves to and from school before he came into the picture, and that most kids your age are more than capable getting home on their own, but after you told him that some old man from the Kamo clan came to talk to you after school one day, he canโ€™t help but to worry.ย 
Satoru isnโ€™t your guardian, not in the way that he is for Megumi and Tsumiki, but that doesnโ€™t mean that he doesnโ€™t feel responsible for youโ€”morally, financially, emotionally, and more importantly, for his own safety because he knows heโ€™d have both Divine Dogs biting at his ankles if something curse-related happened to you and he didnโ€™t do anything to stop it.ย 
You were currently under the care of your elderly great aunt who hadnโ€™t a shred of cursed energy from what Satoru could tell. He had Principal Yaga do a background check, and found no other sorcerers in your immediate family, nor any traceable Kamo relatives, and more importantly, you didnโ€™t possess any sort of Blood Manipulation technique. Satoruโ€™s seen what you can do so far to control water, has even seen you give the Divine Dogs trouble in a gentle sparring matchโ€”youโ€™re impressive, even at your young age, so he can understand why a powerful clan might see the potential in you, but the Kamo clan isnโ€™t historically welcoming of outsiders. If youโ€™re not related to them, he canโ€™t fathom why any member would physically approach you.ย 
The old man never revealed his name to you, but Satoruโ€™s certain itโ€™s either a clan elder, or the current head himself; neither of which bring him any comfort. In the spirit of their traditional ways, he doubts anyone would actually try to harm you out in the open, but Satoru still wants to keep you on close watch for a little while. He thinks heโ€™s the best man for the job. Heโ€™s quickly proven otherwise.ย 
He exorcises curses with a bit of hastiness and little tact in order to be there when you get dismissed from school. Ieiri says itโ€™s creepy to follow you from a distance, but Satoru is just doing what he can to protect you. If somebody else is following you, he wants to see who they are. Theyโ€™ll never approach or reveal themselves if he hovers next to you, and if you half the pride that Megumi has, youโ€™d run him out of town if he ticked you off by playing overprotective big brotherโ€”so, instead, he positions himself far enough away to observe you, and close enough to defend if need be.ย 
He never needs to.ย 
For as wild and boisterous as you are with Megumi and Tsumiki, you follow a simple, quiet after school routine. You walk with Tsumiki and her friends to the west gate to drop them off at piano practice, then cross the street to buy a snackโ€”this differs, but you always get a carton of strawberry milkโ€”and then walk to the train station. Itโ€™s a ten minute walk from your school to the station, and a fifteen minute walk from Megumiโ€™s school to the station, which is why Satoru doesnโ€™t quite know how the kid manages to keep you waiting for only seven minutes on average when he already gets out of school thirty minutes after you.ย 
Once he gets over the initial shock, he canโ€™t help but to be amused. He knows that when Megumi first changed schools, he started meeting you on the train, two stops laterโ€”at the one closer to his new school. But in the last week, Megumi has walked himself seventeen blocks east, at what Satoru guesses must be an inhuman pace, just to meet you at the station closest to you.ย 
When two weeks have passed since the unknown Kamo elder has contacted you, and no other incidents have occurred, Satoru resigns his position as perimeter watchdog. He has a bunch of missions to catch up on anyway, and he figures that you and Megumi are safe in each otherโ€™s care for now.ย 
A few weeks later, after catching up on his assignments, Satoru decides to check back in. He knows he doesnโ€™t have to, but something in his stomach is telling him to. Maybe it has to do with the fact that the curse he fought earlier today had some kind of toxic blood that has him thinking the worst could happen to you, or getting a call that Megumi had been cutting some of his classes, or that heโ€™s tired and delusional and worried and scared, or maybe itโ€™s just his blooming maternal instincts telling him something is wrong, but he rushes to spy on your commute home.ย 
Heโ€™s late. Megumi isnโ€™t with you, and youโ€™re already on the train when he makes it to the station and he can sense two sources of cursed energy trailing way too close behind you just as the train doors shut. His mind is racing irrationallyโ€”is this an unusual move by the Kamo clan, or perhaps someone else? Word had certainly gotten around that heโ€™d picked up Toji Fushiguroโ€™s kid, plus another kid with immense cursed potential, and Satoru himself and the Gojo clan have more than enough enemies. Whatever it may be, he doesnโ€™t take his chances, using his newly honed short-range teleportation skills to make it to the next station before the train can.ย 
Heโ€™s panting, thinking about every worst possible scenario at once, wondering how to best deal with whoever or whatever was targeting you, especially in such a crowded place, wondering if youโ€™re safe, if Megumi was safeโ€”why wasnโ€™t he with you? Has someone already gotten to him, too? Was Tsumiki even at piano practice? Oh god, if he hasnโ€™t already been kidnapped, Megumi is totally going to kill him if something happens to you.ย 
Satoru rushes onto the train as soon as the door opens, eyes wildly scanning for you through the crowd, ready to strike when he finally finds youโ€”seated towards the back of the car, reading the book that Tsumiki had loaned to you, quietly, and both the black and white Divine Dogs sitting on either side of you.ย 
And Satoru has to laugh at himself. If heโ€™d stopped for even a moment (or if heโ€™d gotten more than two hours worth of sleep in the past three weeks trying to make up all his assignments), heโ€™d have recognized Megumiโ€™s residuals, would have recognized the energy of the dogs, and would have pieced together that there wasnโ€™t a single threatening aura in the vicinity.ย 
Oopsies.ย 
โ€œGojo?โ€ you call to him, not too loud as to not to disturb everyone elseโ€™s commute. โ€œHow come youโ€™re here?โ€ย 
Satoru shuffles through the crowd and holds onto the overhead rail once heโ€™s next to you. The white dog moves to settle underneath your short legs, blinking at him with disinterest. โ€œGot off a little early today, thought Iโ€™d surprise you brats, thatโ€™s all,โ€ he says, then motions to the dogs next to you, โ€œWhereโ€™s Megumi?โ€ย 
You blink at him. Satoru knows you probably donโ€™t believe him, but you spare him the embarrassment when you donโ€™t push it further. โ€œHe had to make up a credit today, so heโ€™s getting on at the next stop. Do you want a sandwich? They only had ones with peppers today, so Megumi wonโ€™t eat it, but Mr. Teuchi gave me two, anyway.โ€ย 
โ€œWhat, is he allergic or something?โ€ Satoru questions, accepting your offer, and the seat next to you when he starts to unwrap the sandwich.ย 
โ€œNo, heโ€™s just picky,โ€ you tell him, closing your book to unwrap yours, too. Youโ€™re quiet, taking your first two bites, before you turn to him again, โ€œHow did you know Megumi was missing?โ€
Satoru chokes. It gains him a few concerned stares, and even a pointed ear from the black dog, before he regains his composure. โ€œUm... he tells me usually he follows you home from the other stop, thatโ€™s why.โ€ย 
โ€œThen why didnโ€™t you try to surprise us at the other stop?โ€
Satoru pauses again. Since when did ten year olds get so lippy and observant? โ€œI did, but I was late. So I sort of,โ€ Satoru leans down, crinkling the empty sandwich wrapper in his right hand and uses his left to beckon you towards him to whisper, โ€œTeleported here.โ€ He pulls back, prideful, and crosses his legs, โ€œPretty cool, right?โ€ย 
โ€œSo, why didnโ€™t you just teleport to the first station when you realized you were going to be late?โ€ You question, mocking his whispering tone when you repeat the word.ย 
โ€œHey, you think doing that kind of stuff comes automatically? I canโ€™t just pop up anyplace at any time,โ€ Satoru groans, a bit overdramatically, โ€œNot yet, anyway. Iโ€™ll be able to do that soon.โ€ย 
You hum, kicking your legs happily as you take another bite out of your snack. โ€œI think I get it. Megumi says itโ€™s hard spreading out and controlling your cursed energy over long distances, but heโ€™s been practicing hard. He can send the dogs way far away from him now.โ€ย 
โ€œI see,โ€ Satoru turns his chin down, eyeing the Divine Dogs with a gentle smile. He almost says that itโ€™s easier to send shikigami on their own, especially those like Megumiโ€™s, and particularly when you anchor them to another source of cursed energy such as yourself, but you look way too proud of Megumi for him to burst your bubble. He also declines to say that Megumi probably doesnโ€™t send the dogs to you on days like this just for the sake of practicing.ย 
A crush isnโ€™t quite exactly the motivation Satoru pictured when he told Megumi heโ€™d have to work hard and get strong, but whatever works, works.ย 
Ten minutes later, the train comes to a steady halt. Megumi is the first new passenger on board, and unlike Satoru, he doesnโ€™t need to turn his head wildly, every which way to find you. Youโ€™re like a beacon to Megumi, he easily finds the both of you in the last seats in the car, and steadily makes his way to you.ย 
Megumi greets you before he greets Satoru, taking the seat across and facing you before he turns to the taller man with a much less receptive frown, โ€œWhat are you doing here?โ€ย 
โ€œI believe the word youโ€™re looking for is hello, Megumi,โ€ Satoru teases, reaching across to ruffle his already unruly hair. Megumi grumbles, batting his offending hand away.
โ€œGojo ate your sandwich,โ€ you chirp.ย 
โ€œWhat?โ€ Satoru yells, incredulous, โ€œI did not. You gave it to meโ€”tell him!โ€ย 
You have much more fun watching Satoru scramble than defending his honor. Itโ€™s only when Satoru gives his best pout that you admit to Megumi that you offered up his sandwich, consoling him with the fact that it included his least favorite ingredient and making it up by pulling out two cartons of strawberry milk for him. Megumi accepts them both with quiet thanks, cheeks growing pink to match the cartons, and you smiling widely when he takes his first sip.ย 
Satoru had a hunch those were for Megumi. So, this isnโ€™t one-sided. Good for you kids.ย 
Itโ€™s another twenty-six minutes before itโ€™s time for you all to get off the train. The Gojo-Fushiguro residence and your great auntโ€™s house are in opposite directions, but are both just a short five minute journey from the station exit. One you can certainly make on your own, and still, Megumi insists that you let the dogs walk with you and that heโ€™ll release them once youโ€™re home.ย 
โ€œItโ€™s good practice,โ€ Megumi mumbles, shooing you on your way uphill, โ€œI want to know how long I can keep them out, too.โ€ย 
You have that same look on your face that you had earlier, like you donโ€™t quite believe Megumi, but just as with earlier, you donโ€™t say anything, sparing Megumi and Satoru a formal goodbye and a wave before heading home. Satoru and Megumi turn to walk back to their own house, he canโ€™t help but to smile every time Megumi turns his head to look back at your silhouette.ย 
Satoru decides that youโ€™re not Megumiโ€™s anchor, youโ€™re the lighthouse that guides him to shore, a light that he follows with faith and reason; a safe haven that Megumi seeks to protect. Satoru can admire that, but he wonders what happened that could make the most unruly kid he knows pledge his allegiance like that. Megumi would have refused Satoruโ€™s aid if he hadnโ€™t agreed to let you stay in his life, and although heโ€™d chalked it up to puppy love before, Satoruโ€™s beginning to wonder if thereโ€™s anything he, or anyone, even could do to separate the two of you.ย 
Likely not, he concludes, when two weeks later, your class goes on a field trip and Megumi is the one who comes home exhausted and crashes onto the couch immediately. When Satoru asks, all he gets is a tired grunt; but shortly after Megumi falls asleep, he can feel a few extra shadows at his feet, and a glimpse of the white dog before she completely vanishes into the darkness.ย 
Satoru chuckles, leaning down to ruffle Megumiโ€™s hair before heading to the kitchen to make a snack for Tsumiki. If this is the rate that Megumi trains to keep his loved ones protected, then Satoru has no worries about him getting strong enough to keep up with him.
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long-live-astronerd-ghost-king ยท 11 months ago
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DPXDC prompt. Ghost King uses Uno Reverse Card
Ghosts are not a race of evil creatures that most people think they are. And Danny was really happy when the Infinite Realms were able to make peace treaties with most countries of the human world. Ghosts, however, are a very vindictive race. At least thatโ€™s how young Phantom explained himself to Batman afterwards.
It just so happens that a couple of hours before the event aimed at expanding intergalactic unions most of the JLeague members due to an emergency call went on a mission. Which means people who had any authority in Phantomโ€™s eyes became unavailable for a while.
So Shazam and Phantom as the most known outside the Earth were assigned to greet the guests and most importantly to entertain the visitors until the founders of JL return.
According to Phantom, Batman, being such a good detective with a bunch of backup plans, should have known that Dannyโ€™s favorite cereal ran out this morning, that he was late for first class, and that after school he had a fight with his parents. No, seriously, arenโ€™t so-called scientists supposed to be able to admit mistakes in their own judgment? Danny got tired of being constantly ashamed of their behavior near other ghosts. It's bad enough that his authority as a ruler is sustained only by the support of those Ancients with whom he maintains friendly relations. Average citizens still doubt that he is a is sufficient to claim the throne. Heโ€™s had enough of being accused of not being a full-fledged ghost.ย  Heโ€™s not ready to hear rumors that he supports his parents' racist judgments too. In short, his day sucked. And all his ghostly nature now wanted to do something nasty to his neighbors to get rid of the tension.
Alien leader stretched out a hand to Phantom and Shazam. โ€œYour Majesty Phantom, Champion of Magic. Itโ€™s an honor to meet you. I hope I learned the proper greeting gesture of the local intelligent race.โ€
And with that Dannyโ€™s reserve of conscience ran out. Itโ€™s a perfect moment to feed his need to be a little shit.
โ€œThe local intelligent race?โ€™ Danny had this extreme bewilderment on his face. โ€œWhich one do you think..? Earth was the home of the Gods and of various inhabitants of the galaxy but it was a long time ago.โ€
Woman is clearly confused. Great. โ€œE-Earthers. I think theyโ€™re called that.โ€
โ€œEarthlings, intelligent race? You must be mistaken.โ€ Danny faked a giggle. โ€œWho told you that crap?โ€
โ€œPhantom, what are you doing?โ€ Batman hissed at him from an earpiece. Danny turned the sound off with a clear conscience. โ€œI mean, seriously, thereโ€™s not a single serious study in the science library in this galaxy or any other galaxy that says humans are intelligent. Shazam, do you think theyโ€™re..?โ€
For some reason, Billy immediately remembered watching a man spend his entire salary on lottery tickets last week. And of course he was careless enough to shake his head and snort. That was all Phantom needed.
โ€œExactly. Earthlings donโ€™t have to be intelligent to mimic the behavior of more evolved species. Surely you are well aware that Martians and Kryptonians, and many others have visited Earth at different stages of human development. My supervisor Clockwork and I have long been observing this strange species. In many ways, their behavior resembles a mixture of instinctive reactions of specimens from the 126 sectors of the nearest SBc Galaxy and several other creatures from planets of the galaxy KV59. However, even I, as an anthropologist with extensive experience of observing human species in their natural habitat, still have to explore and discover many of their secrets.โ€
โ€œI do not understand. According to the documents among the delegation that greets us there are Earthlings. I mean I donโ€™t question the scientific evidence of a respected Chronos or you, but why then..โ€
โ€œOf course you donโ€™t! Itโ€™s really quite simple. For the purity of the clinical experiment, which we are conducting now, it is necessary that Earthlings feel themselves ostensibly full participants of the ยซsocietyยป consisting of members with developed intelligence.โ€
โ€œSo, any luck, colleague?โ€ Shazam, who realized that Batman would now skin them anyway, decided to at least participate in this theater so that the punishment would be at least deserved.
โ€œWell, weโ€™ve certainly come up with some interesting preliminary insights about the adaptive capacity of the human brain in limited contact with Martians. Of course, humans do not have real emotions to be full participants in communication, but their attempts and zeal are very inspiring.โ€
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Meanwhile, Fentons watching a live broadcast of what was supposed to be an interplanetary friendship encounter are beginning to realize that if trying to punish a rebellious human teenager has always been difficult for them, the attempt to control the behavior of the 14 y/o half-ghost may become a nightmare not only for them.
Jack: Honey, I think Dannyโ€™s still a little upset about our old theories about the ability of ghosts to feel or think.
Jazz, sitting between them with the face of a man resigned to the chaos around her, could not restrain the sarcasm: Really? Why would you think that?
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rainyorca ยท 4 months ago
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Rebirth ๐“†— Kenji Sato x Reader
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Content warnings: F!reader, smut, pnv, cunnillings, long form, angst/comfort, no established relationship.
Summary: You aren't the type to date one night stands, however, after a rather compelling night with Kenji, you may reconsider.
Notes: I dropped one of my other works to work on this one, the idea came to me in the middle of the night and is slightly inspired by Love song By Rihanna. This one came from the heart, a little self reflecting in there but I find works where the author can reflect on are often times the best ones, a little bit more significant. Anyways I hope you guys like this one <3 I took a little inspiration from @spurbleu please go read their works!
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ยฐ๏ฝก โ‹†เผบ๐“†™เผปโ‹†๏ฝก ยฐยฐ๏ฝก โ‹†เผบ๐“†™เผปโ‹†๏ฝก ยฐยฐ๏ฝก โ‹†เผบ๐“†™เผปโ‹†๏ฝก ยฐ
It all started as a simple one night stand, or so you thought. Youโ€™re not the type to date your one night stands, as it was something you deemedโ€ฆ.inappropriate, just simply not something you're comfortable with. He doesn't really seem like the type to have time for a relationship anyways, given heโ€™s a famous baseball player, which you weren't aware of at first, ironic his face was plastered all over Tokyo but you didn't care enough to pay attention. Why would he waste his time on you? But also, the overall idea of being in a relationship with a celebrity makes your head hurt, you have no desire to be the center of attention, especially with someone like him by your side.ย 
But you always thought about it.ย 
In truth, you always thought about him, whenever you had time to think. You remember the first night he brought you home, you weren't expecting much, given the way he acted when you met him. He was arrogant, egotsictal, but he was cute so you gave him a chance, flirting with him in hopes of getting what you wanted, just a quick fuck and youโ€™d go, like usual.ย 
However, there was a new found deepness in the way he kissed you, the softness and genuine feeling of his touch, the way he would moan your name, or even simply say it. It awoke something in you, made you realize something, youโ€™ve never felt that kind of profoundness before and it uprooted some new feelings in you. That night, you sat awake in his bed, your mind replaying what had just happened.ย 
Even before he gently opened your legs that night the whole experience between getting to his house was incredibly different, a sweetness in his eyes as he watched you admire the vastness of his place. How he would ask questions before to make sure you were comfortable, even offering you something to drink or a quick snack before he brought you to his room. Usually with your other hookups, your hands are already on each other as soon as you get through the door, even in the Uber or ride to someoneโ€™s place, but taking a breather before getting into things was nice, significantly better than what you were expecting.
The usual guilt after the climax always hits you, and it did this time just not as strong. You couldn't help but wonder if this is really what you wanted to keep doing, if you wanted to keep hooking up with random people. Another thought slithered its way into your brain, fangs sinking into the organ, intruding your thoughts. This was the most honest, real, one night stand youโ€™ve ever had.ย 
Something about the way he looked at you before kissing you, the way he spoke softly to you the whole night, how gentle he was, and most importantly how he cleaned you up afterwards, gingerly holding your legs apart. You stared at the softness of his face, noticing every little detail from the faint (but visible) eyebags to the beauty mark on the right side of his face, just a little below his bottom lip. His focused expression and relaxed posture made your heart swell, and the way he would praise you while he cleaned you up. Saying things like โ€œyou did so goodโ€ or โ€œyou took me so well.โ€ He even asked about you, how you were feeling while he carefully helped you get your panties back on, mindful of your shaking hands. โ€œAre you okay? Do you need anything?โ€ Questions about you, paying no mind to himself. God, it was torture, from his looks to his mere and genuine kindness, he had you wrapped around his finger and he didnt even know it.ย 
Everything about him was torture.ย 
That morning you awoke to his arms wrapped loosely around your waist, his sharp features softened, a quiet snore emitting from him. You sat up, his arms sliding down to your hips now. Staring outside one of his massive windows, you could see the reflection of you and him on the bed, his shirt fitted over your frame, once worn by him. It made your head throb, your heart ache. You stared at him for what felt like an eternity, still trying to really wrap your head around how you were feeling. Carefully, you slide out of bed, his arms dropping onto the mattress softly. You dress yourself, taking his shirt off and leaving it folded at the end of his bed. As you always do, even for your worst experiences, you left him a note, but trying to figure out what to say to him was difficult. You left without waking him, leaving him with the scent of wisteria on his pillow.ย 
But really, you couldn't lie, you did leave your phone number on the note, saying if he needed anything or wanted to reach out to give you a call. To your surprise, he did, about a few days later. He had asked to meet up again, and you physically reacted. You didn't know if it was excitement or regret for leaving your number, seeing him again, after all this is what you wanted, right? Of course you still went, it would be crazy if you didn't. He had made a nice dinner which you two shared and talked over, it wasn't long after that, his hands were all over you, studying your body and taking in the canvas of your skin, desperate to decorate it with his own colors.ย 
A part of you wanted to believe it wasn't just lust and rather he felt something for you too, but in situations like these it was hard to believe.. And when he moaned your name as desperate and softly as he did that previous time it was like it all came washing over you, cold water splashing onto your face, jolting you awake in the middle of the night. Kenjiโ€™s arms wrapped around you again, holding you a decent distance away but you could still feel his warmth. Three in the morning and you were wide awake, staring at his beautiful face, struggling with the viper in your head.ย 
It became repetitive.
Kenji would invite you over, have dinner, maybe even watch a movie or swim in his pools and then heโ€™d bed you again. The more you spent at his place, the more confused you were but the deeper in love you fell. You didn't want to ruin what you two had going on and most of all you were terrified, fear stopping you from asking him out officially. What would he say? Would he laugh at you? Heโ€™s awfully arrogant sometimes. Would he end things with you, tell you to leave his house? If you did, would you ever see him again? Aside from the billboards, the Tv adโ€™s, not being able to see his face in person would destroy you.ย 
But none of that really sounded like him, honestly. You wished you had the confidence, the power to say something, you were confident enough to flirt with him, to get him to fuck you but not confident enough to tell him you wanted to be with him. It was weird, something that seems so easy is so difficult for you to do, you felt like a little girl all over again, afraid to ask your crush out.
So you lay there, always up before him because that viper won't leave you alone. When you get home, you can't help but wonder, hope, that you're on his mind as much as he's on yours. It's pathetic, really. You tried seeing other people when you weren't wrapped around him, but it all felt empty to you, a cold spot on the bed. The others would treat you like any other girl, fuck you, leave you a mess, and then tell you to leave in the morning, something you were used to after spending years of this same cycle, and when they moaned your name it made you want to vomit. Nowadays, you leave before they can kick you out themselves.ย 
And you always notice something about him, he only fucks you in the comfort of his bed. He never bends you over the table or sits you up on the kitchen counter, itโ€™s always in the softness of his white sheets, surrounded by his room. Curtains halfway open, letting light pour in so he can see your face and so you can admire his.ย 
You hated yourself for this, you wished you never got caught up in this lifestyle. You don't even remember why you started, desperate for love maybe, touch deprived? It's all blurry to you now.ย  Eventually, you stopped hooking up with other people, but you stayed with Kenji. Your heart wouldn't let you leave him. And you know, his face has probably been buried in tons of other girls' thighs, even the days when you're not with him. But when he was buried between your legs, mouth working expertly at your core, deep eyes staring up at you, you couldn't help but feel, maybe he gave you better treatment than the others. Your love for him dripped out of your core, seeped into his mouth, staining his tongue, but he was too blind to taste it.ย 
You wanted him, not in a sexual, carnal way but in a loving, passionate, devoted way. You wanted to be in his possession, you wanted to be his girl. You would whine his name, countless times as he reached your sweet spot perfectly, hoping he feels that same shudder, that same tingle when he would moan yours. The feeling of love in just the simplicity of a name.ย 
One night you got home from work, a hectic day weighing on your shoulders, Kenji had texted you, asking if you wanted to come over. You broke down, suddenly, randomly, sobbing into your hands while you sat on your knees. You don't know why you cried, maybe stress from the rough day you had, or maybe it was because of him, oblivious, unaware, him.ย 
โ€œOh, okay.โ€ he said over the phone, his voice echoing into your ears. โ€œIs everything okay though?โ€ Perhaps he could hear your sniffles, your quiet sobs.ย 
โ€œIโ€™m fine,โ€ you responded, simple and quick. โ€œJust had a rough day.โ€ย 
He said, โ€œI understand, if you wanna talk about itโ€”-you know I'm here, always.โ€ย 
You had tensed up, feeling sick to your stomach all over again. He sounded unsure, like he knew you were crying but didnt want to push, like hes never never had to comfort someone hes fucked before, only when theyre sore and hurting. You felt bad, wiping your tears as you tried to settle down after the rather short phone call. Again you were left wondering if he was thinking about you, that viper curled its scaled body around your mind, squeezing.ย 
On the rare nights he would cancel, he was busy and didn't want you coming over too late, he would offer to give you some release over the phone. Always putting your pleasure first, that's what he's done since day one. When he called you that first time, it surprised you, he cared enough about you that he still wanted to help you out in some sort of way. You'd tell him you were fine, to enjoy whatever it was he was doing and usually that would be that. But sometimes he catches you at the right time, when you're frustrated, needing release. Heโ€™d talk you through it over the phone, drinking up the sound of your soft moans as you pleasured yourself to his voice. His voice, god. It was the most devastating, siren-like melody you had the honor of hearing. He knew all the right ways, tones, words to get you off. His voice was indescribable, he could literally call you by your name and youโ€™d be on your knees, it always sounded best after his own release. Once you were finished heโ€™d talk to you a little more, at least until you stopped responding, and then he would hang up.ย 
He owned you, he owned your thoughts, your feelings. It was terrible, absolutely terrible.ย 
The real eye opener was a few months into this situationship, after you had gotten rid of your other hookups, right around the time baseball started picking up again. He grew busier so seeing him, being able to feel him after not being able to in a while was rewarding. You remember it so clearly, he was buried deep inside you, his eyes closed and mouth agape as he pushed himself to his release, soft moans and grunts coming out of his mouth. That was when he finally released and upon the bliss, he spoke freely.ย 
โ€œI love you,โ€ he gasped, not once, but multiple times, โ€œI love youโ€”love youโ€ฆ.so much.โ€ย 
That was it for you, really it was. The once tears of pleasure turned into something deeper and you cried in front of him (unnecessary, embarrassing tears you would tell yourself). He didn't realize at first, his head was resting on your collar bones as he caught his breath, settling down from his release. But your quiet whimpers and sobs made him sit up, his expression changing when he saw you crying. He knew it wasn't a cry of pleasure, you were full on sobbing, covering your eyes and wiping them with your hands.
โ€œIโ€™m sorry,โ€ you sobbed, pathetically. โ€œI'm so sorry.โ€ย 
Confused and bewildered, Kenji cups your face with both hands. โ€œHey, hey,โ€ he says softly, โ€œno need to apologize, are you okay? Did I hurt you?โ€ย 
โ€œNo,โ€ you choke out, grabbing his hands as he holds your face, โ€œnoโ€“โ€ You couldn't even get the words out, it was embarrassing, choking on mucus and struggling to breathe. You weren't sure why you were crying, maybe because you felt bad, maybe because his words set you off, but why?ย 
โ€œThen what's wrong?โ€ he pushed on, his voice as gentle as ever. โ€œYou can talk to me.โ€ย 
You never told him, instead you continued to cry like a baby, until he pulled you into his chest, holding you tight. One of his hands running up and down your back soothing you until your sobs quieted to sniffles and then went silent. He was up before you the following morning, still rubbing your back softly, listening to your breathing, chest stained and damp with your tears. You left your mark on him that day, unnoticeable to the naked eye, but seen by him.ย 
For once, you thought about praying, praying to whatever god there was, up there watching you. It's not like you were asking for the world, you were just asking for him, is he really too much to ask for? A few days later, he had hit you up, asking if he could come over this time. So he showed up at your place, standing in the doorway while the rain pelted down, soaking his clothes and hair.ย 
God he was beautiful, he looked so good standing in the rain you couldnโ€™t even find the words to express it. A tingle goes up your spine, making you shudder, youโ€™d be lying if you said you werenโ€™t a little turned on right now. That was his effect on you, just merely the sight of him can get you excited, turn you on, sometimes you even questioned yourself if it was your libido making you feel this way, but you knew it wasnโ€™t, it was more.ย 
You gave him a towel to dry off as he looked around your apartment, given it was his first time in here. The first thing he noticed was the smell, your place just smelled like you. It was earthy and floral at the same time, hints of jasmine. He looked at your bookshelf, multiple books of all genres, dusty and showing that they hadnโ€™t been cleaned in a while, a clear give away to the state of your mind. You make him some tea, butterfly pea for yourself and regular green tea for him, setting them both on the coasters of your wooden coffee table. Kenji sat down on your couch, the towel resting on his broad shoulders. You sat next to him, feeling the awkward tension, averting your gaze. His fingers tap on his cup, as if heโ€™s debating on bringing up what had happened a few nights ago, heโ€™s tense.ย 
โ€œSo, I didnโ€™t just come here to-โ€œ
โ€œI know,โ€ you interrupt him, โ€œI know.โ€
โ€œYou never told me what happened that night,โ€ he continues, cautiously, watching your face for any change. You turn to look at him, pressing your lips into a line before trying to speak.ย 
โ€œIt was-โ€œ you stop yourself, โ€œI was just having a rough day, that was it. Sometimes it catches up to me at the wrong times, Iโ€™m sorry.โ€ It was a lie, of course it was. You didnโ€™t want to tell him what it really was, especially now of all times. Itโ€™s silent for a few moments until he suddenly reaches over, grabbing your face with one of his large, gentle hands, scooting closer to you. โ€œHey, thereโ€™s no need to apologize,โ€ he responds softly, โ€œyou should've said something earlier.โ€ He presses a soft kiss to your forehead, rubbing your cheek with his thumb. Moments like these are what makes you feel like there's more to this, more than just the sex but still, you keep your mouth shut.
Heโ€™s gotten more stingy with his time, finding it hard to see each other. A part of you wonders if he's chosen to move on after what happened the past week, wondering if he decided to drop you completely. You wouldn't blame him if that's what he was doing, at least he was letting you off easy. His texts and responses were still the same but they became slower and eventually you stopped texting him, it was foolish anyways, pointless. Why in the world would he freely talk to you, waste his time, when you two aren't even together? When you were bored, you would find yourself watching his games on the Tv, or at least whenever they came on. You would focus on him the entire time, ignore every other player, he was your star, your black sheep.ย 
You questioned if he would even enjoy seeing you at one of his games, after all he never invited you, you would have to invite yourself. So you did, the next game you went ahead and bought a ticket, clearing your plans for the night just to watch him play. Your seat was pretty good, you could see his face clearly from where you were sitting. His focused face always made you smile, always made you flutter, he was so indescribably charming it hurt. You kept your cheers quieter than everyone else, but it wouldn't really matter if you didn't, you would be fitting in with the crowd, but a part of you didnt want him to look up and somehow notice you, it would be hard to pick you out of this huge audience anyways.
After the game, you decided to stay, somehow finding where the locker room was, surrounding yourself with wives, even children of the other players, in a way you kinda fit in. You donโ€™t know what motivated you to go there, maybe the ache between your legs? After seeing him play you couldnโ€™t help it, something about a man with ambition, a man with passion.ย 
You were still sticking out like a sore thumb, nervously tapping your foot and feeling uncomfortable, it was obvious, you were just too dumb to realize. Your eyes bore into the door, waiting for him to come out, a new found nervousness filling your soul. โ€œPsst,โ€ someone tries to get your attention, you didn't realize it at first until a lady bumped shoulders with you. You turn to look at her, brown eyes meeting yours. She was older than you, probably around thirty maybe even forty but you dont assume.
ย โ€œIโ€™ve never seen you before,โ€ she says, voice friendly, โ€œdo you know one of the players?โ€ย 
โ€œI guess you could say that,โ€ you respond quietly, trying to find a way to explain who you were to Kenji but most people wouldn't take โ€œwe hook up all the timeโ€ as an answer. So you kept quiet until she spoke again.ย 
โ€œWhich one? I'm curious.โ€ She pressed on, her tone dripping with some type of underlying excitement.ย 
You clear your throat, feeling a little awkward.โ€Um, Kenโ€“Kenji, Sato,โ€ you try to keep your voice from sounding too shaky, worried she might assume you're an obsessive fan.ย 
โ€œOh!โ€ she exclaims, laughing lightly, tossing her head back and gesturing with one of her hands, โ€œIโ€™ve never seen anyone come see him, it's about damn time.โ€ย 
You can tell she's just joking a little, you smile as a response. โ€œGod wow,โ€ she says suddenly, sounding astonished, โ€œyou have a beautiful smile, absolutely gorgeous, wowww.โ€ย 
โ€œOh,โ€ the random compliment makes you smile a little wider, โ€œthank you.โ€ She nods, looking back at the door but then turning to you again.ย 
โ€œYou're a real pretty girl, you know,โ€ she hums, crossing her arms, โ€œand you seem nice, I mean you came to one of his games. Sato must feel really lucky to have you as a girlfriend.โ€ย 
Girlfriend. That word, the word you avoided for so long, what a terrifying thing to be called.
โ€œOh, Iโ€™mโ€“โ€ you stop yourself, should you tell her or not? What's the chance of her bringing it up to her husband and then he says something to Kenji. โ€œHe's not my boyfriend, weโ€™re just friends,โ€ you settled with that, she seemed to be a little surprised and ... .upset?ย 
ย โ€œOh but you like him,โ€ you blink at her, the response unexpected, โ€œa mother always knows, I can see it all over your face.โ€ย 
Warmth spreads over your face, painting your cheeks a gorgeous shade of red and she notices, chuckling to herself. โ€œIโ€™ll tell you what I always tell my daughter,โ€ she says, her tone morphing into something more firm, she turns her whole body towards you now, โ€œit's always good to tell them before it's too late, you never know whatโ€™ll happen.โ€ย 
Were you really about to express your feelings to a random middle aged woman? โ€œBut,โ€ you start, shifting uncomfortably, โ€œwhat if he doesn't like me?โ€ You sound pathetic, like how you did in highschool, crying to your mom because you were confused on why you couldn't love the way others did. You suddenly felt bad for your highschool lover. The real question you should have asked is why do you feel uncomfortable at the mere thought of being in a relationship.ย 
โ€œHis loss,โ€ she rolls her eyes playfully, โ€œbut all you can do is accept and move on, it sucks and it hurts for a while but it gets better, trust me.โ€ย 
It was nice talking to her, you don't talk to your mom anymore since moving to Japan, she also just doesn't approve of your lifestyle. Having no friends(too distracted, driven by lust to try) made it hard to get advice or even someone to talk to about problems. Having someone to tell you this made you feel a little better, opened your eyes.ย 
โ€œI guess you're right,โ€ you mutter out, โ€œthank you for the advice.โ€ You smile a close lipped smile at her and she returns it. The locker room door opens and the first few players start to spill out, greeting their wives and children. Her husband comes out next and she turns to greet him, smiling widely as she wraps her arms around him. You can't help but feel envious, until Kenji walks out, hair messy and his bike helmet under his arm. Holding your breath, wondering if you should go up to him, his eyes scan the area, like he's looking for someone, then they lock onto you. You can feel yourself shaking, worried heโ€™d be upset that you're here, especially after not talking in a while. His expression is unreadable for a few moments and then he smiles, you can't tell what type of smile it was. Happy? Surprised? Hiding disappointment? He walks over to you, a mixture between his cologne and sweat wafts into your face when he stops in front of you.ย 
โ€œWhat're you doing here?โ€ he asks, his tone playful.ย 
โ€œJust thought Iโ€™d pay a visit,โ€ you breathe, shoving your shaking hands into your pockets. โ€œYou played really well today.โ€ย 
Before he can talk, the woman from before taps on your shoulder, you look and she quickly hands you a sticky note before smiling at Kenji and then walking off with her husband. Kenji raises an eyebrow, watching the woman leave and then looking at you.ย 
โ€œWhat was that about?โ€ he questions, chuckling softly. You read the note, squinting at her cursive handwriting.ย 
I can tell by the way he looks at you, he is so in love. Shoot your shot and if you need anything, call me :)ย 
Her phone number was left under those words. โ€œJust a friend I made while waiting,โ€ you respond, shoving the paper into your pocket.ย 
โ€œMaking friends now?โ€ he nudges you, making you laugh softly. He must've found out about your loneliness a long time ago, something you both had in common but never spoke about. You walk out with him, passing by the other waiting wives.ย 
And of course, he invited you over and you agreed, almostly immediately. Needing release, from your thoughts (thick scaled viper squeezing at your flesh), from your pent up arousal after not seeing him in what felt like an eternity. You were the one that latched onto him first this time, most commonly he starts it. Sooner than later he has you on his bed, legs spread, one captured between his in an attempt to keep you stiil. He lays on the side of you, fingers buried in your cunt while his lips stay attached to your throat, your arms wrapped around his neck, holding him close. Cries of pleasure spill out your mouth, his name like a prayer on your lips. The sweetness from his kisses stuck on your tongue. Your back arches off the bed when your first peak washes over you, making you sob out his name sinfully as you always do, music to his ears.ย 
โ€œYou have no ideaโ€“โ€ he grunts, his tip now nudging at your entrance before sliding into you slowly, his jaw clenches until he's fully inside you, โ€œhow good it felt to know you were watching me play.โ€ย 
He practically fucked you like he was thanking you, clearly appreciating your presence. For once your mind didn't wander other places(the viper loosened), too focused on the feel of his cock pressing against your sweet spot and his moans to even think about anything else.ย 
โ€œFuck,โ€ he sighs, โ€œMy girl, my good girl.โ€ Those simple words always made you crazy, a moaning mess in short. It sounded so filthy during the moment but afterwards, when he's bathing in the afterglow, chest heaving, the words leave his lips again, and they sound less sinful, more fond and tender.ย 
The next few weeks you ponder on what that lady had said to you, debating on texting her, asking her for more advice. As baseball started to come to a close, Kenji started having more availability. You started to invite him to more casual things, like coffee at your favorite cafe or a walk in the park just to talk. The whole time he was around you, a permanent smile worn on your face, he talked to you like you were more important than anyone in the world, however your time together was never long. This new feeling bubbled up inside you, happiness for once? Maybe excitement that you finally get to be around him without the sound of skin against skin. You invited him over to your place for some wine one night, sitting in your living room, music playing softly in the background while you two drank until your faces were warm and red.ย 
โ€œDo you see other girls?โ€ย 
Fuck.
The question came off your drunken lips, a sober thought meeting your intociaxted mouth. You realized shortly after that you fucked up, quickly tensing up and waving your hands dismissively.
ย โ€œI'm sorry,โ€ you rush, โ€œthat just came out, I don't really mind if you do, it wouldn't change anything.โ€ His face was unreadable, but he turned to stare down into his glass.ย 
His response is simple, โ€œNo.โ€ย 
โ€œYou're the only one,โ€ he continued after a few seconds, โ€œI stopped seeing other people a while ago.โ€ย 
Your face heats up as if it wasn't hot enough already, a drunken smile on your lips, unnoticable by him. โ€œOkay, sorry I asked,โ€ you huff, deciding not to refill your glass this time, instead just setting it down on the coaster.ย 
โ€œWhat about you?โ€ย 
His question probably catches you off guard as much as yours did. โ€œI couldn't bring myself to do it,โ€ you admit, โ€œI did for a while but then things got complicated, so I cut everyone off, stopped going out to try and find sex and just settled with you.โ€ย 
The silence is uncomfortable for a moment, until he speaks again. โ€œWhy?โ€ simple, just like his response.
ย You bit your lip, staring at him and then looking away to avoid eye contact. โ€œIโ€ฆ.โ€ you didn't want to admit anything now, not when you're intoxicated at least, โ€œI just didn't want to see anyone else.โ€ย 
He's silent again but then he hums, drinking down the final drops of red liquid before sitting back on your couch. โ€œCome here,โ€ his voice is quiet but strong, beckoning to his side with his hand. You hesitate but slide over to him, laying your head on his chest as his arm comes to wrap around your waist. Thoughts swarm your head (the viper slithers into action once again), but they are quieted when he speaks again (the ear bleeding hiss, silenced).
โ€œI didnโ€™t wanna see anyone else either.โ€ย 
Mentally you smile, physically you probably made a weird face he couldn't see but you stayed quiet, listening to his heartbeat through his clothes.
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The thought about what that lady said to you lingered in your mind. Youโ€™ve known Kenji for a year now, fucked him for a year now, at this point you shoudlve told him, save yourself the suffering. The winter was long, nights growing ever the more longer, you found yourself reaching out to him for warmth rather than just sex.ย 
And to your surprise, you came home after work to a freezing apartment, your heater had broken leaving you with nothing but sleepless nights in your freezing bed. You had complained to company numerous times until they finally got someone to come by and take a look, and to make things worse, it would take longer than usual for them to fix. You weren't really sure why, you weren't the only one having this problem in the complex, numours people had left because they were taking so long to fix them. Out of options, and exhausted, you called Kenji. You were worried he would decline but he agreed without hesitation. So, you packed up some clothes, your necessities and headed to his house that night.ย ย 
It was safe to say he was pleased by your company, upon living alone himself, despite having a supercomputer floating around, he still loves you being around. He respected your space, fed you, made sure you knew where everything was. Mina would talk to you when he was gone, you freely asked her questions about him, oftentimes she would give you a schedule of what he had going on today and when he would be home.ย 
Before he would get home from whatever he was doing that day, you would cook for him on your days off of course. Heโ€™s a late eater, assumingly due to him coming home late from practice or games, so you always start cooking a few minutes before he arrives. He comes home, smiles when he sees you in the kitchen, walks over to you and snakes a hand around your waist, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead before disappearing somewhere into his huge house. Moments like those made you forget you weren't in an actual relationship, you don't even know what you would call it, friends were too simple, lovers were too complicated. Friends with benefits would be overlooking everything, you two were not close like friends but you two still hung out, had sex, no strings attached they would say. But still, there was never a right label to describe what you and Kenji were, so no labels were used, by either of you.ย 
Sleep was still hard to come to, difficult in such a large bed, you would turn to your side, expecting him to be there but he wasn't. Sometimes you would hear a faint beeping sound, then some rustling outside your room, a low rumble below you and then silence. It happened often, not so often it was repetitive, but often enough it made you curious, too curious.
ย One night after the rumbling stopped, you left your room, tentatively heading to his room. You opened the door to see his bed was empty, your heartbeat quickened, slowly stepping into his room until Mina called your name from behind you. โ€œWhereโ€™s Kenji?โ€ you ask, shutting the door softly behind you.ย 
โ€œHis father asked for him,โ€ she says simply, โ€œyou should go back to bed.โ€ You were suspicious, there was no way his father was calling him at two in the morning, his dad was old but not that old that he couldn't take care of himself. However, you listened, heading back to your room, opening the curtains of the massive windows to look out at the ocean, something you always found peace in.
And then, you heard him come home around an hour later, hesitantly you go out to greet him. You catch him right as heโ€™s about to go to his room, making him stop in his tracks and stare at you. He takes in your slightly exposed form, all you had on was a shirt and panties, acting as if he hasnโ€™t seen you naked before.ย 
โ€œYouโ€™re up?โ€ He questioned, his face confused, he looked guilty of something. You stare at him for a few moments, blinking tiredness out of your eyes until you settle with a sigh, not questioning where heโ€™s been.ย 
โ€œI canโ€™t sleep,โ€ is what you settle with, yawning to make it more believable. A soft smile graces his face, and then he beckons you to follow him, so you do. For once since high school, you sleep in until noon, face buried in his chest, inhaling his intoxicating scent.ย 
You knew something was up, youโ€™ve always been good at figuring things out and Kenji was a terrible liar, also terrible at hiding things in general. You wanted to be respectful, mind your business and not act like an overbearing lover, if thatโ€™s what you would even call yourself, but you were desperate to know his little secret. That viper squeezed a little tighter these past few days.
ย So you waited for him to come home after disappearing, sitting up in his bed with the lamp on, you had grown accustomed to sleeping with him rather than in your own bed, after all it was just a few more days until your heater got fixed and you wanted to savor this feeling as long as possible. Mindlessly scrolling on your phone, watching all the news about Ultraman and the recent, ongoing Kaiju attack. The door opened up to his handsome face, a visible cut on his lip still bleeding. Then it clicked for you, his awkwardness when coming in, the surprised look he had on his face. When he got in bed you hesitated to speak, but then he spoke for you.ย 
โ€œIโ€™ve been keeping something from you,โ€ he says, rubbing the back of his neck.
ย โ€œIโ€™ve noticedโ€ฆโ€ you respond, trailing off slowly. You watch him seemingly debate with himself mentally, biting his cheek. He wets his lips with his tongue, some of the blood smearing but going unnoticed, heโ€™s vulnerable right now, you tread carefully.
ย โ€œKenji, you can tell me anything you know,โ€ you hum, putting your phone down, โ€œnothings gonna change my view of you or whatever.โ€ย 
โ€œIโ€™m Ultraman,โ€ he blurts, looking more surprised than you. The expression on your face is probably what made him nervous, really he didnโ€™t know what response you would give him.ย 
โ€œOh,โ€ you say, quickly softening your face, โ€œum well thatโ€™s something.โ€ He looks at you, waiting for you to continue. โ€œStill, that doesnโ€™t change anything,โ€ you continue, pushing the blankets off and crawling on top of him, straddling him.ย 
You cup his face, your thumb on his bottom lip, wiping off the excess blood. โ€œYouโ€™re still the same Kenji I know,โ€ you sigh, wiping the blood off on your shirt. He makes a face, like heโ€™s surprised but disgusted by what you had done, he starts to smile slowly.
ย โ€œBeing aโ€ฆtwenty foot tall metal man doesnโ€™t change how I feel about you,โ€ your words make him raise a brow and it was then when you realized what you had just said. โ€œAnd how do you feel about me?โ€ He teases, grabbing your hips to hold on to you, his demeanor shifting slightly.
โ€œThe same way I always have,โ€ you quickly try to change the subject, planting a kiss on his lips, โ€œanyways you should get some sleep.โ€ He holds you still, his grip on you tightening as you try to get off of him.ย 
โ€œIโ€™m not tired,โ€ he coos, running a hand up your shirt to feel the bareness of your body.ย 
โ€œWell I am,โ€ you remark playfully, squishing his face with your hand before getting out of his grasp and settling down beside him. You reach over and then turn the lamp off, pulling the blankets back over you and closing your eyes. His secret was safe with you, and the fact that he was so trusting of you made you think, maybe it really isn't just his libido. Kenji stares at your back, a concerned expression on his face before he wraps his arms around you, pulling you in.ย 
Your heater was fixed just a few days later and you left Kenjiโ€™s place with a heavy heart, standing in his doorway with your bag in your hand. It was weird, how you felt, that viper had become still for a moment and then it was back, hissing and sinking its fangs into your already hurting brain. You didn't know when you would see him again, but you knew it would be soon.ย 
The night before you left, Kenji had shown you a picture, his face a mixture of emotions. โ€œWhoโ€™s this?โ€ you ask, pointing at the woman next to him, it was a dumb question but as stated before, you dont assume.ย 
โ€œMy mother,โ€ he responds plainly, the underlying hurt heard in his voice. Heโ€™s hurting, you can tell, and he's vulnerable. You dont push, instead you compliment her.ย 
โ€œShe's beautiful,โ€ your eyes scan over her still face in the picture, noticing the same, signature beauty mark Kenji has, โ€œI see where you get your looks from.โ€ A soft chuckle escaped his lips, smiling fondly.ย 
The vulnerability he showed while you were staying at his house, made you fall ever more in love with him and it made you sick, the venom seeping into your brain and spreading throughout your body.ย 
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Rain pours down outside, loudly pelting against the windows, sounding like hail. The sound drums loudly in your ears, making your head hurt for once. The grayish blue lighting seeps into the expansive space of Kenjiโ€™s living room, the city fogged and rain wrapped in the distance.ย 
Placed on his lap, legs on either side, straddling him fully clothed, damp from the downpour outside. His clothes sticking to his skin, his chest and torso exposed under the soaked white fabric, visible to your searching eyes. Black panties pressed against his crotch, not in a teasing manner. Your shirt sticks to your skin but loosens as it dries in the chill of the room. Kenjiโ€™s eyes, gray and lustrous, staring up at your warm face, strong grip on your hips. His head rests on the arm rest, lifting it enough so he could get a good view of your precious body.ย ย 
The viper is still, its fangs frozen deep in your consciousness.ย 
His lips part, glossed over from the rain as well as his chapstick, he starts to speak. โ€œYou look so pretty like this,โ€ he breathes, reaching up to feel your body, an empty canvas waiting to be painted, to be marked.ย 
You shift, eliciting a rather warm noise from him, a moan in short. His cock desperately wanting freed from the prison of his pants. The fabric of his pants rubs against your throbbing clit through your panties, making you hum a soft tune of anticipation. The viper moves, its teeth itching further into your ruined brain. Chewing on your bottom lip, you move again, a little rougher this time.ย 
โ€œYouโ€™re tense,โ€ he randomly points out, making you freeze, โ€œrelax, baby.โ€ย 
โ€œI am relaxed,โ€ you remark, rutting against his clothed cock again.ย 
โ€œNo, you're extremely tense, I can see it,โ€ he pushes on, his voice hoarse, โ€œkeep your shoulders down.โ€ย 
โ€œIโ€™m frustrated,โ€ you admit, dipping your head down so all he sees is your hair while you mindlessly tug at his pants. He watches you, lifting his hips so you can pull his pants and boxers down to his knees.ย 
โ€œThen tell me,โ€ he says suddenly, โ€œtell me your frustrations, ride them out on me.โ€ย 
โ€œFuck,โ€ you breathe, โ€œI hate you.โ€ You move your panties to the side, slowly sinking down on him with a delightful moan.ย 
He hums, watching you slowly grind against him, his tip already nuzzling against your sweet spot. The viper moves again, this time its scaled body curls around, tears suddenly stinging your eyes. This is the type of sex you liked, sensual, slow, the type he always gave to you. You grab one of his hands, interlocking your fingers together in a warm grasp, letting his hand rest near his head while you use it to steady yourself. โ€œSo beautiful,โ€ he purrs, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze, his other still gripping your hips.ย 
โ€œI hate how good you make me feelโ€“โ€ you cut yourself off with a shaky gasp, โ€œand howโ€“howโ€ฆโ€ He raises an eyebrow, watching you with an amused expression, waiting for you to continue. โ€œMmhm,โ€ he hums, eyes closing briefly, devouring the feeling of your walls around his cock.ย 
โ€œYou stress me out so much and you don't even know it,โ€ you shudder, your body relishing the way he throbbed inside you, poking at your spot, โ€œyou really have no idea.โ€ Playful banter at first, at least that's what he assumed, but you couldn't stop talking, couldn't keep your mouth shut.ย 
โ€œSo I'm the cause of your frustration?โ€ he asks, his voice sickeningly sweet and playing his part, a melody to your ears. You gasp, lifting your hips and then sinking back down on him again, slow and steady.ย 
โ€œYes,โ€ you whine hoarsely, โ€œyou're on my mind all the time, you have no idea how annoying it is.โ€ His expression softens, going from a small smirk to a slight frown, heโ€™s trying to debate if you were being serious or if you were still being playful.ย 
โ€œI'm on your mindโ€ฆ?โ€ he questions, sounding unsure, a deep groan breaks from his throat.ย 
โ€œFuck yes, all the fucking time,โ€ theres a throb in your heart, โ€œyour like a fucking snake, squeezing my mindโ€”mmmhโ€”making my head hurt.โ€ย 
โ€œYou have no idea how bad I want you,โ€ you whimper, throwing your head back when you feel him suddenly buck up into you.ย 
โ€œBut you have me already,โ€ his voice is gentle, as sweet as candy, understanding.ย 
โ€œNo, I don't,โ€ you roll your hips, squeezing his hand, โ€œNoโ€“โ€ His other hand comes to caress your bare skin, sneaking up your wet shirt, his sounds of pleasure starting to pick up in volume. You clench around him.ย 
โ€œI don't understand,โ€ he hums, โ€œI'm right here, underneath you, feeling your body. I'm real, my love.โ€ย 
โ€œDon't call me that,โ€ you hiss, โ€œplease.โ€ Your plea ends in a whine rather than a firm word, his expression completely changes.ย 
โ€œDo we need to stop?โ€ puzzled, he sounds concerned. โ€œNo!โ€ you exclaim, a little louder than you intended. โ€œNo, please don't stop, I don't wanna stop.โ€
He gives you a questioning look, but allows you to continue riding him, your orgasm starting to build up deep within you. โ€œI don't have you, Kenji,โ€ you keep talking, suddenly feeling a whole new wave of confidence, maybe it was your mind torn between pleasure and the truth, maybe you finally realized it's time, โ€œand it's killing me.โ€ย 
Endearing, that's what he thinks as you ride out your truth on him, spilling from both your cunt and tongue, staining him once again, but this time he can taste it, feel it, bathe in it. โ€œYou don't get it,โ€ you sigh, keeping up with a steady pace, trying to bite back moans as you speak to him breathlessly.ย 
He doesn't talk, doesn't say a single word, why would he need to if you can see it in his eyes? He wants to know more, wants you to keep going. โ€œIm tiredโ€“tired of this,โ€ heat pools in your stomach, the feeling of release drawing ever closer, โ€œshit..โ€
โ€œI've been keeping this quiet for so long, too scared to tell you anything becauseโ€“because I didn't know what you would say or do,โ€ the viper freezes, your orgasm approaching, tears starting to fall down your cheeks, onto his shirt.
A mixture between pleasure and pain falls onto him in drops, he reaches up, wiping your tears with his thumb. You grab his hand, holding it on your face while you start to ride him quicker, desperately.ย 
โ€œI'm in love with you,โ€ you finally say, coming out more as a choked out sob than simple words,โ€I always have been.โ€ You open your eyes hesitantly, looking down at him, unable to read his face. Expressive as he is, he had no physical reaction, he just stared at you, blankly.ย 
โ€œIโ€™m sorry,โ€ you sob, โ€œI know I just ruined everything, but I neededโ€”fuckโ€”needed to tell you before i dug a deeper hole.โ€ His hand still remained on your face, flush against the warmth of your cheeks. Then he smiles, soft and understanding, a mix of relief in there too.ย 
You erupt into a whiny sob, digging your nails into the back of his hand. Your climax comes over you, a viper shedding its old, dulled, colorless scales into something new, bright, and colorful. Rebirth.ย 
While you're riding out your orgasm, pulling his out of him too, he sits up, quickly adjusting himself, and he captures your lips into a kiss, passionate and heartfelt. Your arms curl around his neck, sobbing against his lips as you kiss him back, your grinding coming to a slow even pace and then stopping completely.ย 
โ€œI love you too,โ€ he says, pulling away from your swollen lips, โ€œas I always have.โ€ย 
Kenji is a terrible liar, you can see in his eyes, he's telling the truth. More tears well up in your eyes, body shaking, tremors from your orgasm.ย 
And then you cry again, a mixture between happiness and sadness, apologizing profusely as he pulls you in for a tight embrace, your tears staining his shirt that was once soaked with rain water.ย 
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A Kiss Goodnight | Leon Kennedy x Fem! Reader
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Fluff for Leon since he's a cutie. I picture RE2 (after Raccoon City) or RE4 Leon in this but you can choose which ever one you like more.
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CW: Leon being a sweetheart? Pet names, kisses (duh), angst/fluff. Mentions of Leon's struggles after RC.
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Working for the government was hard, especially after just getting dragged into it without a choice. Life was hard for Leon ever since that fateful night where he believed he shouldn't have lived. Luck was too kind to him, but the consequences of luck is always regret. Mission after mission, bioweapon after bioweapon Leon was tired. All he could think about was getting back to you. You were his saving grace, his only way to escape the pain. Even if it was only for a second, a minute, a hour, a day. You helped in a way where he was indebted to you for the rest of his life. Driving home, all he could think about was you. How you warmed him up after a hard time shooting and murdering anything that was diseased. He was yours, and you were his.
Leon shortly arrived home, sluggish in his movements as he took off his work boots and coat. His bag thrown into the corner of the doorway as he sighed heavily. Finally, his body could relax. Tense movements slowly turned into tired movements as he brought himself to the bathroom. Seeing a new cut on his face and blood and mud splatted on him. It never really was a nice sight. The house was silent, you were asleep. Something that wasn't unusual as the clock ticked to 3 AM. You never really knew if Leon would come back from his mission, that sense of worry hung low over you. Causing distress as every call you received could be Hunnigan's voice. Informing you of Leon's death, but you were lucky enough to not have that, not yet at least. As you slept peacefully, Leon showered and cleansed himself from his own sin. His murderous intent and sorrow washing down along with the dirt covering his body. The towel gently wrapping around his waist, he walked into your shared bedroom. Where you laid asleep, seeming to be cuddling a pillow in hopes of getting the same satisfaction of Leon having you in his arms.
Leon couldn't help but smile looking at you as he walked past the bed to his dresser, getting a pair of boxers and sweatpants. Quickly changing to soon sink himself to his side of the bed. Soft. Everything was soft around him. The pillow his head laid on, the new sheets and most importantly you. Getting under the covers he felt your bare skin touch his. Your shorts and t-shirt hugging you in a cozy way. Without thought, he wrapped his arms around your body. Nuzzling his face into your neck, there was no intention of waking you up... But it was bound to happen as he gripped you tightly. Giving you no chance to escape you whined as you woke up.
"Sorry baby... You just looked so warm." He mumbled into your neck as he gave a sweet kiss on your skin. Wriggling yourself to at least turn around to face him, you notice the fresh cut on his face. "What happened?" You whispered, still in a half sleepy state. It always worried you seeing him hurt, but Leon always reassured you he was okay. "Just a cut from the mission, nothing to worry about." He softly smiled, you couldn't help but replicate the smile. A gentle kiss on the nose is what Leon felt from your smooth lips. "You okay?" You asked as your hands wandered down his chest, carefully wrapping your arms around him. Ensuring you weren't going to hurt him in the process. "Everything is okay when I'm with you..." He murmured, slowly enveloping you in a sweet kiss. "God.. I missed you so much, you smell so good" He whispered to you in a gentle tone. Much different to the aggression towards the bioweapons he previously fought only hours before.
"I missed you too.. so much." You whispered back, a giggle following short afterwards as you felt him playing with your hair. "I love you." Was all Leon could say as he admired you in his arms, admiring his lover was his favourite thing to do in this situation. "I love you more." You poked at his cheek as you kissed him again. Soft kisses with him were heavenly, otherworldly. The clock ticked 3:30 AM, it really was time to sleep. Mellowed breathing was soon shared between you two as you held each other. Enjoying the comfort of one another as you were glad he returned home. He was glad for everything. Glad to live in a lifetime with you in it - he would protect you no matter the cost.
"Can't sleep?" You slowly opened your eyes, still feeling him stare at you. "No, kinda hard to." He muttered, relapsing the past mission in his mind. "Wanna talk about it?" Rubbing his arm always calmed him down, made him feel safe for once. Safe from the horrors of this world that he swore in his heart nobody else should face or see. That he would be the one to protect people, to save people. Even if that meant him deteriorating his own mental stability. At least others would be saved. But he didn't need to be the hero with you. He could just be Leon. A man who was lost in his own train of thought, still a young boy in his heart yearning for answers to why he was chosen to face dread at every moment of his life. Sadly, beggars can't be choosers. Although he had one choice in his life, and that was you. He would always choose you. Always. "Not right now.. Just wanna have you in my arms." You felt a peck on your forehead, a grin spreading across your face. "Okay. Well I'm always here for you Leon." Reassurance was vital for you and Leon. The slightest amount of praise to Leon was all he needed to crumble into your arms. He could be himself with you. "Thank you Y/N, I really appreciate you. So much." His voice cracked, tears slowly gathering in his eyes. What did he do in his last life to deserve you? Gentle hands caressed his face as he wept, your kisses taking away the pain.
Minutes passed, Leon's cries slowly disappeared as he cuddled you. Staring into each others eyes, you felt yourself slowly slip into a sleepy state. Same with Leon, he couldn't hold his eyes open much longer. Not when you gave him a warm feeling like no-one else did. "I have one request." He hushed out as he rubbed your back with his calloused hands. "Mm?" You murmured out, melting into his touch.
"One more kiss goodnight?"
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Something we didn't notice (part 2)
part 1
Overall, the meta is based on close observation of Aziraphale (for the most part) and Crowley. Without speculation or trying to guess what we haven't been shown (well, almost).
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The Metatron makes it clear that he is watching Aziraphale delivering the "good news". Aziraphale looks back at him.
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The first thing I'd like to explain. The Metatron is talking to Muriel, and then he stares at the window of the bookshop duplicating that gaze toward Crowley. The frame changes and we see Aziraphale looking out the same window, just for a second, but he will do it repeatedly.
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As Crowley starts his monologue, Aziraphale tries to stop him by gesturing for him not to say too much, while looking out the window himself. Aziraphale continues to turn to the window with every meaningful attempt to speak.
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Let's also note that Aziraphale doesn't usually behave in a similar way in conversations with Crowley. Yes, Aziraphale is characterised by active gesticulation, but the constant pauses, averting his eyes from the interlocutor, nervous and jerky movements - these are messengers that angel is holding something back, hiding or simply doesn't want to tell. Most often we see this Aziraphale in conversations with the leadership - God and Archangels.
https://commonmexicanname.tumblr.com/post/734305363759890432/good-omens-thoughts
Here's a prime example, comparing his interaction with Archangels when he's caught off guard and frantically trying to figure out how to get out of the situation.
I don't think Aziraphale is just lying to Crowley here, no. He just has an audience beyond Crowley. He tries to tell everything, knowing he has more than one viewer.
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When Aziraphale mentions the Metatron, he is not just hinting, he points his index fingers - one at the window, another at Heaven, and then in a distinctly active quick motion once more at the WINDOW.
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And again - turns his face to the window at the words about Gabriel failing, and then tilts his head towards the transparent panes of the bookshop.
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The conversation with the Metatron is important, among other things, to assess Aziraphale's behaviour when Crowley is mentioned by his superiors. At the words about their partnership Aziraphale looks frightened: his facial muscles are tense, his forehead and eyebrows are furrowed, and there is a terror in his eyes.
When the God's spokesman concludes his really suspicious speech, Aziraphale swallows nervously and averts his eyes. He certainly doesn't look like someone who's been offered the fulfilment of his cherished dream. And not like someone who believes it.
Aziraphale looks like someone who has just found out what an enormous amount of incriminating information is in his opponent's possession.
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"Tell me you said no. Tell me you said NO." Crowley is definitely shocked and horrified, he thinks the best of his angel. He can't believe what's going on (and he isn't supposed to).
Aziraphale turns his head towards the window again as an answer.
He actually said:
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And
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We see him right before he walks into the bookshop, he never says yes to the Metatron.
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Aziraphale utters his most delusional words while looking out the window. Of course, they're not meant for Crowley. Aziraphale hasn't believed it for a long time, Crowley even more so.
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And then Crowley says "Oh, God", without correcting himself afterwards, because this demon can only hope in God here.
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For a second Aziraphale has a look of hope on his face that Crowley has realised what he's getting at. Then Aziraphale realises that Crowley is trying to confess. He's waited for so long not to realise. He was about to confess too.
Aziraphale already knows everything Crowley is about to tell him, but more importantly, literally everyone already knows it. It's impossible to stay and start pretending again that there's nothing between them.
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Aziraphale has a completely blank stare past Crowley, and then he looks out the window. Again.
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And then the most interesting thing happens. Crowley starts his line "And I would like to spendโ€ฆ" But he turns his head and finally looks out the window, where Aziraphale has been pointing so hard since the beginning of their conversation.
Maybe that's the reason Crowley doesn't complete the sentence. And he begins to pick up different words. Maybe not, maybe the sun from the outside is preventing him from seeing the Metatron.
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In the final part of their conversation, when they move closer to the bookshop's door, Aziraphale looks towards the window again.
After "no nightingales" line he turns away to hide his feelings and pain.
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The cherry on the cake is the kiss, Aziraphale is falling into the abyss. He averts his eyes trying to figure out if the Metatron could have seen what just happened.
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When Crowley leaves, Aziraphale thinks he's lost him. But then, even when the Metatron walks in and says devaluing words about Crowley, Aziraphale can't tear himself away from the window, because now he can see Crowley there. Maybe not everything is lost.
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Aziraphale retreats back to the clock - to the very spot where Crowley was standing a few minutes ago. He looks out the window at Crowley, as if to say, "I stand where you stood, you stand where the Metatron stood."
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hana-no-seiiki ยท 8 months ago
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This is generally such a stupid ask but I feel like it would be.. Chaotic? At the very least amusing
Anyways
Batfam x Nicole from Class of 09! Reader
Do what you want (etc make it romantic or platonic, doesn't matter)
Just the batfam (yandere ofc) dealing with a chick who loves to ruin lives for her amusement and sometimes for revenge
Istg she'll just bully them at any chance she gets
~ ๐Ÿ•’
I just binged watched Class of โ€˜09 and all its endings/choices for you non. I donโ€™t think I can fully depict how brash wittiness of Nicole is but here I go! (I am so traumatized) Didnโ€™t know thatโ€™s where โ€œNo Iโ€™m flirting with you flash me a tiddy bitchโ€ came from no wonder Nicole sounded so familiar.
btw if people are interested in watching class of โ€˜09 just be warned itโ€™s basically a VN version of Degrees of Lewdity but the mc is actually a minor (without the sex/r*pe mechanic though) and it depicts a lot of justโ€ฆ pedophilia, necrophilia, assault, su*c*de, school shootings, racism??, BE WARNED.
The following content above ^ might be mentioned in this fic but in passing. MASSIVE DDDNE WARNING.
I donโ€™t think Iโ€™m comfortable writing stepcest/incest in this blog so despite how perfect itโ€™ll be to make Bruce your step father considering Nicoleโ€™s mom has divorced like a hundred timesโ€ฆmaybe ask me in @yoru-no-seiiki and Iโ€™ll be down for it.
THIS IS ADMITTEDLY TIM + DAMIAN CENTRIC
โ€œDo you even care? Do the results of your actions mean anything to you?โ€
โ€œYeah when they affect me, sure.โ€
You were a bitch. There was no denying that. But you were a pretty one. One many would grovel to be under.
You were used to this, ever since you reached a certain age people just looked at you different, acted in a way thatโ€ฆ made you think they were boring, utter losers.
One of those losers was Timโ€™s friend.
Like all the stupid, horny men in your life, you hung out with him once and he spilled everything there was that you could share.
To the entire campus, the internet, even the news.
And because you were pretty, you got off scot-free. Those morons didnโ€™t even check to see what youโ€™ve been doing the past decade.
Except Tim. Timothy Drake. You only knew that his dad was super rich, and as much as it was tempting to sink your teeth into him and get a load of that daddyโ€™s money, you knew better.
He apparently didnโ€™t.
You see there was one thing every batfam member couldnโ€™t resist. Well, two things. The first was saving people.
The second? Fixing them.
When Tim first approached you he was confused.
You were quite the popular figure in Uni. He heard the rumors. He fully expected to be cussed out to hell and back.
But you wereโ€ฆ nice. Agreeable at most really. Brash was an understatement. But you were witty. Your comebacks were swift and deadly.
The more he studied stalked you the more he realized that the two of you were the same.
Two bright people stuck with dull idiots.
And Tim? Tim interested you enough for you to not to completely drop him after the first week. That and most of your bullying probably wouldnโ€™t bode well towards the son of a billionaire.
He was smart, even more so than that nerd friend of his that you destroyed the life of. But more importantly he actually had some tact, and was surprisingly packed underneath all those baggy clothes.
Tim had to admit he was kind of forgetting his entire purpose of โ€˜fixingโ€™ you.
Until you manipulated yet another guy into jumping off a school building for you. Thankfully he survived because Red Robin happened to be there to apprehend him but still!
And whatโ€™s worse, you met up with him afterwards talking about how that Red Robin ruined all your plans of crippling a r*pist.
Wait, a r*pist?
Tim looks through your past victims once more. Admitted he only did a surface level job of studying them in comparison to his PhD level knowledge on everything about you specifically.
Andโ€ฆyou were right. Every guy youโ€™ve harassed was being pushy with you in the first place, if not people with authority a decade older.
Fuck.
Well now he had no excuse. He had to make you his.
Meanwhileโ€ฆ
โ€œUgh, Damian. Canโ€™t you tell your brother to like, fuck off or something? I can feel my social standing totally plummet every second heโ€™s around. How do you handle being related to him?โ€ You groaned. You werenโ€™t fucking stupid. You knew Tim was stalking and drooling all over you lately. You hated it. He was ruining your chances with your new victims.
โ€œJeez [Y/N]. And here I thought you were like, into him.โ€ Jessica, your actual crush and best friend, commented as she filed her nails.
You being the emotional stunted adult you were only replied with an (admittedly softer) โ€œEat a sandpaper cock and die bitch.โ€
Damian stared at you, the words die before they crawl out of his mouth. His hands clenched underneath the lunch tables.
Guess he had another thing to steal from his brother this time.
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ultimate-chickennougat ยท 9 months ago
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| Your Salaryman Husband | (Vol 1)
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Salaryman!Kento x Housewife!Reader;
Nanami puts on an apron to help his cute little housewife prepare dinner.
Word Count: 1k
CW: SFW, domestic fluff, fem!reader, newly married Nanami and Y/n,
A/n: First time writing for Kento... thanks for reading!
Your dear husband Kento Nanami was not one to come home late. Ever.ย 
Even though it had only been about two months since your marriage, the daily routine had already been set, and you couldn't imagine that happening in a decade, let alone on the next day.ย 
Of course that wouldn't be true in his past profession, as a Jujutsu Sorcerer, but he was back being a salaryman, never going to extra meetings or taking on any more jobs than his work contract required him to. Hence he rushed home, avoiding that dreaded overtime that the younger company members fought for. Even then it took a lot out of him.
Mr. Kento Nanami was a diligent worker from 9 o'clock in the morning to 5 o'clock in the afternoon. A senior manager at an investment company, his pure skill and dedication was the only way he could get that position. He never tried to do anything more than what he had to, which was providing customers with the best investment services he could. And you, the new Mrs. Nanami was his lovely housewife, always there to greet him when he got home. It was always the most comforting thought he had, while listening to the executives drone on about profits, and training the newcomers eager to reap those rewards as well. But then again, that is why he was in that business too, right?ย 
As per usual, he quickly packed up his things and headed to the elevator right after the hour hand hit 5 on his watch. Ideally he would be home in the next thirty minutes, far more eager than his other coworkers. A promotion was not awaiting him since his marriage, but that wasnโ€™t a concern. He had enough saved up for an early retirement anyway, and, more importantly, one would take away from his precious time with you.
While his heart beat was steady, walking to the train station as he did everyday, yours was much more rampant.
Rushing around the kitchen, you hurriedly washed and cut vegetables, meat, and ground spices as fast as you could. Dinner was expected to be served at about 6:00 pm that night, and afterward would be a relaxing evening with your husband, who would be done for the week. While the daily routine was solidified, the speed of your cooking was not. Especially when your carefully laid out schedule of repotting the plants, cleaning the bathrooms, and doing laundry took a bit too long for each one. It was already 5:15, and you had just popped the tarts into the oven.ย 
Today's dinner consisted of a thick stew, crusty white bread, and miniature fruit tarts for dessert. With some preparations the day before, it was a plan that should have taken about two hours, most of which would be idle cooking time. That of course, did not happen.ย 
Your usual greeting of your husband at the door was foiled for the first time. He opened the door promptly at 5:33 PM, about the same time as every day, yet for once you weren't there.
Setting his briefcase down and removing his jacket, he walked through the living room into the kitchen, hearing your not-so-subtle whines of frustration, the scent of sweet fruit and grilled meat filling the air.
Married life is full of firsts, many of which were known to you and Nanami alike. Your first kiss being married, your first date being married, among other things. But what he didn't expect to focus on were the little ones he saw everyday. The first time you screwed up your daily routine, of course, and the first time he got to see you cooking his dinner in your cute little apron.
You quickly turned around hearing Nanami enter the kitchen. "Kento..!" you muttered, knife in hand chopping vegetables with great fervor. He chuckled softly, your knuckles had turned white from the grip, and carrots rolled off the cutting board.
He strolled over to the cabinet, pulling out a simple white apron, not before giving you a quick kiss on the cheek from behind you. "I see you've been quite busy today, my love," he put the apron over his head and tied it in the back, before turning towards your work.
His knees dug into your thighs, as he reached around your body and grabbed the knife from your hand. "How about I finish this for you?" he asked, already starting to chop away. "Aren't you tired from work? You can go sit down, darling," you tried to move away from him, though he gripped your stomach lightly with his other arm, pausing his work. "It's not tiring at all, standing here with you, my cute wife."
He put his head on top of yours, enjoying your warmth and the scent of food cooking, what you've been toiling away with for the past few hours. โ€œI might not be as good of a cook as you, my love, but I think my knife skills are decent enough.โ€ He continued, making quick work of the pile of vegetables. "Darling, the tarts are burning," you gently pushed him away, rushing over to the oven and pulling them out.
"I'm sorry I wasn't there to greet you. I'll make sure to be there tomorrow." you spoke softly, lifting the tarts onto the cooling rack. "I was wondering where my wife's face was. I see you've had quite the predicament in here," Nanami scraped all the vegetables in the pot, and covered it with water as instructed. It would still be about half an hour until done, being finished only 15 minutes late thanks to his help.ย 
Nanami stared deeply as you joined him in the living room. Your fingers carefully undid the tie of your apron, as you started to take it off. "Have I ever told you how good you look in that?" He mentioned, standing up off the couch. You yelped, as he helped to pull it off your head. "...Thank you, darling. You look very dashing in one as well." You muttered, a subtle blush coating your cheeks.ย 
"I look forward to seeing you wear it tomorrow, my love." He chuckled as he sat down at the dining table, ready for the dinner you prepared together.
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justliketoreadsowhat ยท 4 months ago
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Captured โ˜๏ธŽ๏ธŽ
โ˜๏ธŽ๏ธŽ๐‹๐ข๐Ÿ๐ž ๐๐ž๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐‹๐ž๐ง๐ฌ๐ž๐ฌ
โ˜๏ธŽ๏ธŽ๐›๐ฅ๐ฎ๐ซ๐› ๐ ๐ฅ๐š๐จ๐ซ๐ž๐ž, ๐ค๐ข๐ง๐๐š ๐ฌ๐ก๐จ๐ซ๐ญ
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โ€œ๐ƒ๐จ ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ ๐“๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ค ๐“๐ก๐ž๐ฒโ€™๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐…๐ข๐ง๐ž ๐Œ๐ž ๐…๐จ๐ซ ๐“๐š๐ค๐ข๐ง๐  ๐๐ข๐œ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ž๐ฌ?โ€œ
โ€œ๐ˆโ€™๐ฆ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ž, ๐ข๐Ÿ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ง ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐Ÿ๐ฅ๐š๐ฌ๐ก ๐จ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ ๐ˆ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ค ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎโ€™๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐›๐ž ๐Ÿ๐ข๐ง๐žโ€œ
โ€œ๐‘๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐ฎ๐ฆ.. ๐ก๐จ๐ฐ ๐๐จ ๐ˆ ๐๐จ ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ญ?โ€œ ๐‚๐š๐ซ๐ž๐Ÿ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ž๐ฑ๐š๐ฆ๐ข๐ง๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐œ๐š๐ฆ๐ž๐ซ๐š ๐๐š๐ข๐ ๐ž ๐ก๐š๐ ๐ข๐ง ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ฉ๐จ๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ž๐ฌ๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐๐ซ๐š๐ฉ๐ž๐ ๐š๐ซ๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ง๐ž๐œ๐ค, ๐ž๐š๐ ๐ž๐ซ ๐ญ๐จ ๐œ๐š๐ฉ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฆ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐ฌ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐Ÿ๐ข๐ซ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐“๐ž๐ง๐ง๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฆ๐š๐ญ๐œ๐ก.
With summer almost coming to an end, it was only right to sneak in a few more side quests before your two worlds became obstructed with sports & school. Overtime you and Paige learned to never take these moments for granted, as she would soon be making her way to the WNBA, where things would never be the same.
โ€œBought a camera and donโ€™t even know how to work itโ€ Drew snickered, watching her older sister struggle to his amusement. โ€œI told you to keep the instructionsโ€
Side eyeing Drew she bantered โ€œI donโ€™t need instructions and I definitely donโ€™t need to listen to a 10-year-oldโ€
The two were indefinitely the same people in different fonts, but nevertheless, the core memories being created made up for everything else that happened in between.
"I'm sure you'll get some good pictures once the lights dim a little bit. besides the scenery is way too nice for the camera to give it enough justice" you appealed to the view, sitting in the row watching the players move swiftly to hit the ball to the opposite side of the net.
"Yeah you have a point, I jus wanna have these moments to keep with me" admitting to her thoughts slipping out from her mouth. Paige loved experiencing new things, cherishing them with the people that she loved. Most importantly, you.
"I get it, we can go get them printed out afterward" The suggestion molded your mind into the memory of when you first met Paige. Her room was filled with polaroids and old cameos adorned with her friends and family. She talked for hours about what happened during each one, as she wrote dates on the back in case her memory became clouded.
A smug look grew upon her face and she examined your expression, she knew you all too well. it became like a 2nd nature to her to notice when you were in a thinking daze. "You should let me take some more of you, I'm having withdrawals"
Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion "Wha- Paige you took pictures of me when we went to Aaliyah's game"
She scoffed at your allegation "That was over a month ago!" Truth be told she was a true lover girl at heart, she could never get enough of you. Religiously keeping small pictures in the back of her phone case to keep you close to her heart even though you were miles away.
"Okay okay fine, but you need to take some of yourself too, you look beautifulโ€ admiring the way her ponytail fell perfectly down her back as two strands framed her face.
"Sooo...we all just forgot about me? I would like some cool flicks too" Drew asserted, removing the camera from Paige's hands quickly changing the settings.
"We'd never forget about you Drewski" you laughed as you watched him hold up the camera extremely close to his sister's face.
"Say cheeseee" he dragged, the sound of the camera clicking, clashing with the bright flash blinding everyone in sight.
"Shit I'm gonna go blind" Paige muttered rubbing her now sensitve eyes.
"You're already blind P"
"Ayee that was a good one" Drew lit up with excitement, reaching across to shake hands in agreement.
"Alright now nobody's getting pictures since you two think it's so funny" Her protest grew weak as an announcement over the intercom haltered the crowds' attention.
"No Flash Photography Please, Thank You"
"You sure you don't need those instructions?"
"Just let me live bro" she groaned placing the camera back around her neck. โ€œTheyโ€™re definitely gonna fine me nowโ€
โ€œSโ€™okay, itโ€™ll all be worth itโ€
๐‹๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ž ๐๐ข๐ ๐๐š๐ข๐ ๐ž ๐ค๐ง๐จ๐ฐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ฌ๐ž ๐ฉ๐ข๐œ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ž๐ฌ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐š ๐’๐œ๐ซ๐š๐ฉ๐›๐จ๐จ๐ค ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ก๐š๐ ๐›๐ž๐ž๐ง ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐ค๐ข๐ง๐  ๐จ๐ง ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ฌ๐ž ๐ฉ๐š๐ฌ๐ญ ๐œ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ž ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ฆ๐จ๐ง๐ญ๐ก๐ฌ.
๐“๐ก๐ž ๐๐จ๐จ๐ค ๐ฐ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ ๐ฌ๐จ๐จ๐ง ๐›๐ž ๐Ÿ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ž๐ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ฅ๐จ๐ญ๐ฌ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ฆ๐ž๐ฆ๐จ๐ซ๐ข๐ž๐ฌ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎโ€™๐ฏ๐ž ๐ฌ๐ก๐š๐ซ๐ž๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ซ๐จ๐ฎ๐ ๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฒ๐ž๐š๐ซ๐ฌ, ๐ข๐ง๐œ๐ฅ๐ฎ๐๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ฆ๐š๐ง๐ฒ ๐š๐œ๐จ๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฌ๐ก๐ฆ๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐ฌ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ๐จ๐ง๐ž๐ฌ.
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Can you do Blue Lock Sae x female reader x Rin? The brothers are fighting for her love.
Summary: Headcanons of how Sae and Rin fight for your love
Notes: 1.4k words. The first half is about how you ended up between them and it's quite long. You can skip to "โ™ก" for the actual "fighting"
Part 2: Choosing one of them
Plot twist: Choosing Isagi/Shidou instead of Rin or Sae
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โ€ข Sae and you met coincidentally in Spain. He was there for football, while you were there on vacation. It happened in a cafe where you two ended up at the same table because any other seats were already taken. His grumpy face made you nervous at first, but your conversation sparked naturally after he saw that you ordered the same meal
โ€ข After chatting for an hour together, it was time to go for him. To your dismay, you forgot to ask for his number and even his name
โ€ข You never saw him again, even so, you thought of him every time you drank a coffee and you gave him the name "mysterious cafe guy"
โ€ข Some years later you moved to Japan. And imagine your surprise when you saw him on a big billboard modeling for some sort of perfume? Then you also found out that Sae was actually a famous football player???
โ€ข You were baffled but happy to finally put a name to the face you didn't forget after all these years
โ€ข As if some force pulled you two together, you met again by chance in a quiet cafe. At first, you weren't sure if it was him because his face was hiding behind his big hoodie and his cap. You were also hesitant since he was a famous person, but after contemplating for a few minutes, you decided to take your chance and ask him if he remembered you. After explaining how you two met in Spain, Sae nodded slowly and asked you how you've been
โ€ข Truthfully, Sae also couldn't get you off his mind. He actually developed a little crush on you and he beat himself up all these years for not asking for your contact info
โ€ข This time he just couldn't miss the opportunity to ask for your number and you happily gave it to him
โ€ข The two of you became good friends. It was a normal thing for you to text and call each other throughout the day and if Sae had some free time you hung out
โ€ข On the holidays he invited you to meet his parents with him. Rin was also home during that time, but Sae didn't pay him any mind
โ€ข The whole time you chatted with his parents, Sae stared at you. It was barely noticeable, but there was a certain fondness in his gaze
โ€ข Of course Rin noticed it. He also noticed the subtle touches Sae initiated, like poking you with his elbow or putting his hand on your shoulder
โ€ข It intrigued him that his brother was so smitten by you. What was so special about you anyway? And more importantly, will Sae get angry if he takes you away from him? Driven by his envy and his malicious thoughts, he approached you
โ€ข Your first interaction was when Sae left the table to make a phone call and you decided to go check your makeup. You asked Sae's mother where the bathroom was and she ordered Rin to show it to you so you didn't get lost in their big house. Rin frowned but grumpily stood up after some more nagging from his mom
โ€ข "It's there." He pointed to the door beside him and leaned against the wall, crossing his arms. You thanked him and quickly freshened yourself up. To your surprise, Rin was still standing next to the door after you finished. "Let's go."
โ€ข He didn't say anything after that, but you appreciated him waiting for you. Your lips curled up in a little smile and you didn't notice how Rin eyed you the whole way back to the living room
โ€ข Sae scowled when he saw you two coming down the hallway together. As you took your seat beside him, his eyes didn't leave yours. "He didn't do anything, did he?"
โ€ข "What do you mean?" you replied, but Sae didn't say anything else and just coldly glared at his brother whose lips curled up into a faint smirk
โ€ข Sae brought you home afterward. He warned you to stay away from Rin because of his nasty personality, but you laughed it off saying Rin probably learned it from Sae himself
โ€ข That night you got a text from an unknown number asking you if you made it home safely. Turns out it was Rin who got your number from his mother (their mother was such a sweetheart and wanted to continue talking to you)
โ€ข You replied with yes and somehow the conversation turned from speaking about how creepy the night can be to his liking for horror games and movies. He invited you to watch one together to see if you're actually tough or you're just bluffing. You two texted for hours till you looked at the clock and saw that it was already 2 am
โ€ข Your "movie date" was more amusing than you thought it would be. If you were scared, Rin didn't hesitate to wrap his arm around you and pull you closer to his body every time a jumpscare came up. If you weren't, you two did gossip about how bad and predictable the film was. His dry comments were often so funny to you and kind of reminded you of Sae's humor. Every time you laughed or said something Rin unconsciously leaned forward
โ€ข Since the movie date was a success, you continued to spend more time together. Rin originally approached you to spite his brother, but little did he know that he himself would become so smitten with you
โ€ข When Sae found out that you hung out with his little brother he was furious, which you didn't understand at all. He refused to tell you why he disliked Rin, and it was the same case with his brother. Rin avoided the topic every time you brought it up
โ™ก You found yourself between the brothers:
โ€ข Sae cleared his schedule much more than before to spend more time with you than you do with Rin. He liked to impress you with gifts like cute jewelry he discovered on his travels
โ€ข Whenever Rin saw the jewelry on you, he had to fight the urge to rip it off. Another solution he came up with was to simply buy you better gifts
โ€ข One time he bought you a ring and you thanked him, but he just answered "I'm glad you like it. Now you don't have to wear this ugly anymore." and took Sae's ring off your finger
โ€ข You found yourself rotating your jewelry every time you saw one of the brothers after Sae disappointedly asked you where his ring was one day
โ€ข If the two brothers were in the same space with you, each one wouldn't take their gaze off of you. If one brother was spending too much time with you, the other one would stare at you with a frown and would try to think of ways to separate you
โ€ข Rin loved to fluster you. It could be leaning in too close to attentively listen to what you have to say. Lingering touches when you two were play fighting. Leaning his head on your shoulder when he felt tired after training. Sharing the same drink
โ€ข Sae tried to sway you with other actions like you being the first one he visits after his travels. Genuinely complimenting you. Also genuinely reprimanding you when he thinks you do something dumb. Giving you a tight hug you feel down.
โ€ข Both of them were aware that their war for your love and affection was childish but neither wanted to stop
โ€ข Despite their grudges against each other, the brothers played in the same soccer team. Each match was another headache for you because Sae and Rin both always tried to convince you to wear their jersey with their own name and number
โ€ข Your last straw was after a particular match. You got a message from Sae who asked you if you wanted to come over to the hotel where he was staying. He wanted to tell you something important
โ€ข Before you could answer him, you received another text from Rin who called you over to the park where he was currently at. He also said there was something important you would like to hear
โ€ข You knew you had to decide between Sae and Rin one day. You weren't dumb, you noticed how the Itoshi brothers both looked at you and treated you well. But you hesitated to go one step further since that meant the other brother would be heartbroken and it would risk your friendship. Could you even cope with that?
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