#but whenever i'm coming home from college i read a book

[cordelia-street]

hiiii beautiful child how are youuuu

hello mom<333 i'm good, how are you?

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I had a fantasy that I went to a best friends sleep over and ended up reading her older sister's diary :

Truth or dare

My friend says to me. I look in her eyes and I know I can't choose truth. She'll will come up with the most vile secert to get out of me.

"Dare !" I spit out in fear

"I dare you to sneak in to my sisters room read her diary and report back. " she says with a smirk.

Fuck me I tell her that , she's so childish. And that were on break from college.

"To bad, you pick dare or are you pussy? " she retorts saying the one thing that would convince me to go.

I'm not scared of her sister. She's only a 6'7 grunge base player who is 3 years older. What there to be scared of? It's not like whenever I'm here she rolls her eyes and slams the door. It's not like she refuses to eat dinner with us. Yeah and she wasn't to scary when she yelled at us after sneaking out to a slutty Halloween party. Fuck she hates me and I'm about to sneak into her room.

I decided to just swallow my fear and go for it besides she's not even home she has a gig.

I creep to the basement where her room is. Slowly the fear begins to still as before I enter her room I see the walls covered in electric guitars. Every color and style I could imagine. I stop to admire all the other equipment she has records, picks, amps and even some Cassettes.

I let out a breathe of relief as open the door to her room and she isn't there. Now all I got to find is that damn book.

I first go to her night stand and begin to peer in. I taking a moment to process what I'm looking a, Lacy lingerie. Upon realizing its contents I quickly shut the drawer. Embarrassed I move on desperate to get this night over with. I look at the bottom drawer and am left starring. Toys so many toys in different shapes and sizes. But what left me shocked wasn't just the various toys. I mean were both adults.

It was the was the paddle. Wooden and bigger that my hand I wondered why she would have something like this. With stupid curiousity I lift it up to examine it. The paddle was in perfect condition, like it had never been used. The thing has hearts cut into it and says in big black bold letters "Scream". I begin to put it back but as I do to other items that it was hiding catch my eye. A pair of metal hand cuffs and a strap harness. I can't help but imagine who she's been using these on. At that thought I quickly put the items back in and close drawer.

If she doesn't hate me, she'll definitely hate me now. I went through her stuff and I hadn't even found the book. I sigh before moving over to the other night stand and open the drawer. This time though jackpot the book was sitting in plain sight. As I pick up the black leather book I curse myself for not looking through this one first.

For a second I hesitate, this is total over step of her boundaries. Besides I could just go back and lie that I read it. I decided that a good idea but as I'm about to put the book back I think about how I could figure out why she hates me. I ponder for a moment but I got to know what I did. I open the book.

It turns out the book is less of a diary and more of a shadow journal. I begin to flip until I find a page about me. The prompt reads " What is your toxic or most obsessive desire? "

Slowly I take in what she writes. "If I had a second alone with my sisters best friend I think I'd devour her. " my eyes stretch wide as I keep reading. "The things I want to do to her body are just ... I want to see her begging and crying under me. I want to punish her for being so damn tempting with those little skirts and short shorts."

I bite my lip but flip through more pages until I see something that mentions me. The prompt "What is a bad financial decisions you've made recently? " I can't help but lean closer while reading. " I was checking in on one of the local sex shops I frequent when I saw a cute little paddle. I couldn't help myself not when I imagine her below me pleading. I imagined pulling her hair and telling her to shut up and asking if she was a good girl. She said "yes daddy" and fuck did that just scratch the right itch in my brain. I told her then she needs to take her punishment like a good girl. Before laying down on her ass while she screamed and cried. Of course I gave my pretty girl kisses after I bit her ass. I have to remind her who she belongs to. And now I want to buy her a collar. "

I'm horrified by what I just read but I couldn't put the book down. I continued on. "What is the most fucked up fantasy you've had recently? " "I imagine her coming to my house and asking for my sister like always but this time I walk her to my sisters room even though she's not home. I lock the door behind her and get really close while she backs up. She looks so cute and she's wearing that tight purple dress she wears. I grab her and begin to kiss her while she pushes me away. I bite her lip and she crys into my mouth while I shove my tongue down her throat. She fights me as I throws her on the bed. But I'm stronger and able to hold her down. She begins to cry as I rip off that stupid fucking dress and kiss down her neck to her perfect tits.

I then slide my hand down to her pretty panties and rub her clit through the lace. She makes a noise and trys to squirm away which cause me to hit her. I tell her to be a good girl and this will all be over soon. She fucking whimpers but stops struggling. I continue to play with her cute clit till she soaks her panties. I whisper "see you want this." Before ripping her panties off of her. And sink a finger in. She's so fucking wet. I slide another finger in and then another. Till I'm three fingers deep. She makes the most beautiful noises while I take her apart on my hand. The more I take her the more wet and docile she becomes. I fuck her like this until she's dripping down her leg and begging me to stop. She pleads so cutely I can't help it. I pull down my pants revealing my biggest strap. Pushing it in while she just lies their limp like a perfect toy. I slam in and out of her taking both her virginities on her best friends bed. By the time I cum she's quivering and her cunt is unrecognizable. I take a picture and drag her to my room leaving her juices on my sisters bed. So the most fucked up fantasy I've ever had is raping my sister's best friend on her bed for hours and its reoccurring. I'd never do it of course I want her to enjoy and consent to it I'm not a monster it's just a fun fantasy. "

I begin to rub my legs together at that last one. I put the book back having had my fill when I see her sister standing right there in the door way causing me to scream.

She looks pissed and close the door and locks it behind her.

"How much did you read? "

"Nothing" I shout frozen to where I stand.

"Bullshit" she says stalking closer

"Just the crush thing and it's okay!" I say as she gets even closer.

"Lier"

"Okay I read the thing about the paddle but that's it!" I wince

She grabs my shoulders and looks at me. A chill run down my back. I flinch.

Squeaking out a "Please, don't!"

She sighs and let's go of me before sitting on the bed.

"You read the fantasy? "

I nodded slowly.

"The rape one. "

I nodded again

She sighs "Fuck, this is not how I wanted you find out! Actually I was hoping you'd never find out! "

She puts her hands on her head.

"Sit down, I'm not going to actually do any of that to you. "

I sit beside her. While she remains still before taking a deep breath in.

"So you read it, why? "

I meekly say "A dare"

"Fuck! It was my sister wasn't it? I'll kill her. "

I stay quite she knows the answer.

She sighs "So what do you want to ask me? And then I'm gonna ask you some questions, okay.

I nod.

" How long?" I ask

She breathes "Since your freshman year, of course I wasn't going to act on it. It's just, I thought I thought of you like another little sister and then I started watching out for you. Which turned into watching you and before I knew it I couldn't look away. "

"Is that why your we're mad at us on Halloween that one year ? "

"Are you kidding me? You were basically wearing lingerie. I mean a skimpy pink bunny suit, I know you were a senior but still what if someone tried something? And on top of all that you guys snuck out! You know I had to hide that from mom and dad so you could stick around. "

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be, you looked... amazing. Look I don't just like you because of your body, I mean don't get me wrong it's a plus but I also love your laugh. How your the first one to try to help. Even when my sister started doing her project last minute you where there to help. I love the way you melt around animals and your stupid dance. I like you okay. Not just what you have to offer." She says while looking up at me and holding my check.

We're so close. I lean in to close the gap but she pulls away.

"Don't do that, don't give me a pitty kiss! "

I lean forward "I'm not, I just want to try this. "

Our lips finally connect and its like electricity I feel it from my head to the tips of my toes. I shiver we break apart to breathe then begin again. It feels amazing, but not close enough. I crawl closer until I'm sitting on her lap and kiss her while wrapping my arms around her neck. The kiss begins to get more and more dangerous as we go on. Her hand begin to wonder and grip. While I rock into her lap. Soon she breaks the kiss.

"Hey, I don't know if I'm getting mix signals but can I touch you? " she says with her pretty eyes.

I pause for a minute then get a sly idea "Yes, daddy! " I whisper into her ear.

"Fuck " she says before pressing me down to where my back touches her bed. "Who knew you'd be such a damn brat. " she says while kiss down on my neck

I whine as she bites my shoulder. "What's the matter ? You've never been touched like this? "

She lowers her hand down my skirt and begins to rub while I stutter "No, then again no ones touched me. "

She pause "What?"

"You guessed right. "

"Are you sure you want to do this because we don't have to. I can... " I quiet her

"I'm sure , I trust you. In fact I want you to do to me what you wrote about in your little book. Y'know the thing with the paddle. "

"Are you sure that's a little advanced. "

"I'm sure, do you not want to? "

"No I want to, fuck I want to" she says while reaching into the night stand.

"Good, how do you want me, daddy? "

"Fuck your going to be the death of me. Across my lap baby. "

I lay across her lap. And give a wiggle.

"Let's see, how many spanks? Maybe 4 spanks for your 4 years of teasing. Plus 3 for the 3 pages you read. Plus 5 for that slutty fucking costume that had me salivating for weeks. So 12.“

I whine

"Don't whine or I'll make it 15."

I stop.

" That's a good girl. " she says while ruffling my hair.

"Now we're going to use the stop light system, along with a safeword. Do you know how the stop light systems work and have a safeword in mind?"

"Yeah my safeword is rock. And the stop light systems works like red means stop, yellow slow down or change what your doing and green means keep going. "

"Correct, now I'm not going to be upset or disappointed if you safeword or want to stop okay. "

"Okay."

"Good now, count. "

The first hit stings

"One"

The second one burns

"Two"

The third positively aches

"Three"

The rest hurt but for some reason it leaves me feeling dizzy and so good.

"Twelve"

"Good girl are you, okay? "

"Yes."

"Okay how are you, are you okay to continue? "

I nod

"No girl I need a verbal answer what's your color? "

"Green, don't stop I want you to fuck me"

"Fuck, okay baby. " she says before digging in her drawer and strapping into her strap.

I flip around and spread my legs out and put my arms up.

"Wait babygirl, I have to make sure your prepped. " she says as she dips a cloused finger in while I whine

"Fuck baby your soaked. Did my girl like spankings that much? "

I nod

"Poor girls all layed out like a pretty little toy. "

I begin to moan as she adds another finger and begins pumping them in and out with her thumb on my clit. Then she goes fast and pumps in and out harder.

"I know baby it's so much, my fingers are so much for you. " she says while working me harder and harder until fuck... She stops.

"Not yet sweet heart, your gonna cum undone on my cock pretty girl. " she says as she pushes in slowly so slowly.

After bottoming out she waits a minute and I nod. After I nod she thrusts shallow slow thrusts. That feel amazing but leaves me wanting.

After a few minutes of that I grab her shoulders "Daddy, harder!"

"Fuck." She says while rolling her hips.

She lifts my legs up higher to my confusion before slamming in hard. The thrust again and again while I just take it letting her use my body.

"There you go baby. Sorry daddy though you wanted to fucked like a princess. I forgot how much of a slut you are. " she says while still pounding into me

And then she begins to rub my clit. It's so fuck much. Fuck I begin to cry and whine.

"That's it babygirl, cry on daddy's fucking dick" she begins rubbing my clit harder causing me to scream.

"Daddy, I don't want to get pregnant yet. " I say through dazzy tears

"Aww " she says while rubbing and thrust like she was trying to milk more nosies out of me "Don't worry baby you'll look so nice with my kids. "

I feel my body shake and arch and then everything thing goes limp. And my vision goes white. I hear a soft buzzing and for that moment I have no fucking idea what my name is.

"Comeback to me baby" she says my head barley follows her eyes

"Was it good? "

I nod

"Good." She says as she pulls out while I hiss. "It's okay. "

She then lays down beside me and holds me while I begin to come back down.

"You back? "

"Yeah" I say voice horsed

"Okay we'll put cream on you and clean you up later. Okay. "

I nod and cuddle closer

"Okay and baby you can not tell my sister yet. "

[chosok-amo]

ENEMIES WITH BENEFITS? : SUGURU GETO

college! suguru g. raw. cheating. enemies with benefits.

suguru is your charismatic but annoying enemy. you hate him. he hates you. end of story...right?

part one : here

you walked into the shared bedroom in college and were shocked, to say the least when you saw suguru leaning on the bedrest with his arms above his head reading a book. he then looked at you with a wide smirk which he doesn't hide playing at his lips.

“welcome home, love...”

suguru, your enemies since you were in high school. your nightmare, your everything-bad. lucky for you, you got a chance to be his roommate for who-knows-how-long, so exciting.

you groaned in annoyance the moment the suguru's figure was captured by your pupils. rolled your eyes and slammed the door shut you decided to ignore suguru's presence and take a walk to your bed. throwing your bag on the floor before flopping your tired body on your bed, face first.

he chuckled as you walked into the room, enjoying your reaction before he spoke up, his smirk growing wider with every passing second, “oh come on now, is that the way you greet your dear roommate?” he teased, placing the book down in his lap and turning his body to look at you.

he observed the way you carelessly threw your stuff down on the ground before you flopped onto your bed, an amused huff escaping his lips, “and here I thought you'd be happy to see me,” he added, a hint of sarcasm laced in his voice.

he closed his book and moved over to your bed, standing by the bed as he was towering over you, watching you lay face down with a satisfied look. you turn around to your back and his handsome face is adorned with a smirk. “fuck off, geto,” you grumble, not really in the mood for his bullshit.

as you rolled over onto your back, grumbling a sarcastic reply, suguru's smirk widened even more at your irritation. he leaned his body down without moving an inch from your side of the bed, bracing one hand on the bed beside your head, his body now hovering over yours. “Ah, is that any way to talk to me, love?” he teased, the nickname rolling off his tongue almost mockingly.

suguru moves his free hand to caress your cheek, his fingers lightly tracing the contours of your face. “you know you can't resist me for long,” he murmured, his voice low and smug. suguru leaned forward even further, his face now just inches away from yours.

the proximity between you causes your pulse to quicken, and your heart beat erratically in your chest. he's so close that you can feel his warm breath against your skin, and the way his fingers brush your cheek is sending shivers down your spine.

he keeps his gaze fixated on yours, his smirk growing wider as he revels in your obvious discomfort. “you know, I love seeing you all worked up like this,” he murmured a hint of amusement in his voice.

“I hate you,” you whisper under your breath.

suguru chuckled at your retort, clearly unfazed by your anger. “Oh, I know you do, the feelings are mutual anyway,” he replied, his smirk never fading. he moves his hand from your face to your hair, running his fingers through the strands and lightly tugging at them. “but that's part of the fun, isn't it? the way you get so riled up whenever I'm around.”

your eyes trembled with anger simmering beneath your skin, but also with the overwhelming longing you felt for the boy—it was intoxicating. as you glared into his striking purple eyes, your gaze was filled with resentment.

however, the intensity of your stare betrayed you, lingering on his lips with a desire you couldn't hide. despite the fury coursing through you, the attraction you felt was undeniable, creating a tumultuous mix of emotions that left you conflicted and vulnerable.

you've despised each other for as long as you can remember, constantly clashing and exchanging harsh words whenever you meet— both of you hate each other so much, always bark and bite whenever you see each other.

however, there's an undeniable and unfamiliar tension between you both. can't keep hands to each other when nobody's around. and one thing about suguru geto that when the two of you are having sex, he treats you like you're the love of his life. whispering to you all those sweet nothing, touch you like you're the most delicate and precious flowers he's ever laid his eyes on. and it's driving you insane.

suguru was well aware of the inner turmoil you were experiencing, your conflicted feelings obvious to him. he could see the anger burning in your eyes, but he could also sense the undeniable attraction that lingered beneath your gaze. he noticed the way your eyes lingered on his lips, betraying your true desires despite your anger. his smirk grew wider, his own eyes glittering with a mix of arrogance and desire. leaning even closer, his voice dropped to a husky whisper, “what is it, y/n?”

his hand slowly creeping to the back of your head while the other hand supports his body— towering over you beside your bed. his hand pushes your head forward to close the distance between your lips and his, tilting his head slightly. the action makes you push your body up and support with your elbows.

“kiss me,” you breathe out, fanning his lips.

your lips faintly touch his when you speak, electrocute your body. suguru's smirk turned into a cocky grin, pleased that he'd finally broken down your defenses. he felt a surge of satisfaction as you pushed yourself up onto your elbows, your faces now just centimetres apart.

he can feel your warm breath on his lips as you breathe the command, sending a shiver down his spine. his smirk softened, replaced with a look of pure lust. “as you wish,” he murmured, before bridged the short distance between your mouths, bringing his lips to yours in a firm, hungry kiss.

the moment his lips touched yours, any remaining resistance you had dissolved, replaced with a desire that took over your mind and body.

the kiss was fierce and passionate, both of you pouring everything you had into it. suguru deepened the kiss, his tongue slipping past your lips in a fluid, almost fluid motion. he explored your mouth, tasting you fully and thoroughly.

right the moment you start to pull him down he broke the kiss and looked at you moment, “go take a shower, y/n, you're stink,” he whispered, smiling brightly before pulling himself away walk to his bed, leaving you dumbfounded with your hand in the air.

your mind was hazy, consumed with pure desire and the heat of the moment. the kiss was intense, passionate, and filled with an electricity that left you breathless. his tongue exploring your mouth, tasting every inch of it. you were lost in the sensation, in him.

but the moment your hand reaches out to pull him down, he suddenly broke the kiss and leaned back, a smirk playing on his lips. you were left momentarily dazed, your hand still suspended in the air. then, his words register in your mind. “you're stink?” you repeated incredulously.

you whip your head towards suguru, feeling the burning hatred for him surge back, fueling your desire to despise him with a passion. meanwhile, he simply smiles sweetly and returns to his original position—sitting on his bed, leaning against the headboard with a book in his hands, refusing to acknowledge your presence.

suguru didn't have to look at you to know your anger flared, fueled by his heartless smile. he knew exactly which buttons to press, how to get under your skin like no one else could. relishing in the storm of emotions he was stirring within you.

watching you stand up and glare at him from the corner of his eyes, he braced himself as you flung a pillow at him. as the pillow hits his chest, he laughs heartily, easily catching it in his hands. he revels in the sight of your infuriated face, the way your shoulders and eyes tremble with rage. he can practically feel the hatred radiating off of you.

then, you're stomping your feet like a child and marching towards the bathroom, your exit accompanied by a venomous “I hate you!” His smirk widens even more. he could still hear you muttering curses about hating him under your breath when you're inside the bathroom.

thirty minutes later, you walk out of the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around your body. the water from shower glistening on your skin. he couldn't help but whistle appreciatively, but you deliberately ignored him, your anger still boiling beneath the surface.

he can smell the alluring fragrance of your shampoo, a blend of fresh blossoms and sweet fruit, mingling with the warm, soothing aroma of your soap, reminiscent of vanilla and honey. the scents swirl together, filling his senses with a heady, intoxicating aroma that lingers in the air. his purple eyes follow you as you walk to the vanity, which is not far between your bed and his. you sit down and take out the hairdryer to dry your hair.

he can't help but be drawn to your form, admiring your curves, the way the towel clings to your skin, the way your hair drapes over your shoulders.

but he has to stay focused.

he continues pretending to read his book, but his eyes keep sneaking glances in your direction, watching you carefully as you use the hairdryer on your hair.

suguru chuckled as he watched you grumble and complain under your breath about the tedious task of drying your hair. he knew you found it exhausting and time-consuming, but he also knew that he couldn't simply sit back and do nothing while you struggle. suguru could sense the irritation radiating from you, and he knew that you weren't in the mood for his help. but he couldn't help but smile at your stubbornness.

he put his book aside, “need help?”

“no,” you snap back immediately, still mad at him. but deep inside, you knew that drying your hair was a hassle, and his offer was actually quite appealing. however, you refused to give in easily, trying to keep up your grumpy demeanor.

suguru chuckles as he stands behind you, watching your angry expression in the vanity mirror. he knows you're still angry with him but he can't help but find it cute how you pouts even when you're furious. “come on, y/n, let me do it. I won't bite,” he teased playfully.

he runs his fingers through your hair gently, assessing the wet locks, before picking up the hairdryer from your hand. “fine,” you reluctantly respond after several moments. “but I'm not speaking to you,” you add defiantly.

suguru smirked, pleased that he had finally broken down your stubbornness. “you're such a tough one,” he teased, gently drying your hair.

suguru's fingers moved through your hair with precise yet gentle movements. he knew exactly how to dry your hair without causing any tangles or damage. his fingers occasionally brush against your skin, sending shivers down your spine.

he could sense your tension and reluctance still lingering. so, he broke the silence, trying to lighten the mood. “so, are you still mad at me?” he teased, a smirk tugging at his lips. you ignore him.

suguru chuckled for the nth time at your silence and the stubbornness that still flashing from you. he continues to dry your hair, his fingers moving through the strands with practised ease. he can see your irritation reflected in the mirror, your pout growing more defined with every passing moment.

he decides to tease you further, “you know, the silent treatment doesn't suit you as much as you think it does, y/n.” suguru met your glare through the mirror with a cocky grin. he knows how much it irks you when he finds your irritation amusing, but he can't help it. your stubbornness and the way you pouted whenever you were mad was just too cute.

he continued drying your hair, enjoying the feeling of the wet strands between his fingers. “come on, don't give me such a dirty look. you know you can't stay mad at me forever.”

suguru's eyes lingered on your reflection, his grin growing wider at the sight of your sulky expression. he couldn't resist teasing you further, loving how you tried to maintain your angry demeanor despite his attempts to get a reaction, find your stubbornness endearing and adorable, even when you were in a bad mood.

as he finishes drying your hair, he runs his fingers through the soft, now-dry locks, savoring the silken feel of your hair. “there you go, all done, you're welcome,” he says, smiling. you sat there, still refusing to acknowledge his presence, stubbornly keeping silent.

suguru chuckled at your stubborn silence. he couldn't deny that he was enjoying the game of seeing how long you would keep up the facade of being mad at him. his arms crossed as he watched you in the mirror.

he decides to break the silence once more, his voice low and smooth. “you know, you're quite cute when you're sulking like this,” he teased, his smirk growing wider. “oh fuck you!” you throw him a bottle of your skincare.

suguru's smirk widens, enjoying your outburst. he catches the bottle of your skincare without any effort, his reflexes quick. he holds it up, inspecting it with a cocky grin.

“feisty as always, I see,” he quipped, setting the bottle down on his bed. he takes a step towards you, his eyes never leaving yours.

“come on now, there's no need for violence. unless you find it fun?” he teased, his voice low and suggestive. the moment you ignore him again, he rolled his eyes and let out a sigh, clearly getting impatient. “okay, that's it, y/n, stop ignoring me,” he said firmly, picking you up and throwing your body gently onto the bed.

he quickly positions himself beside you, wrapping his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. he looks at you with a serious expression on his face. “now, stop giving me the cold shoulder and talk to me,” he demanded.

“you're a jerk,” you spat with the lack of bite on your voice.

suguru smirked at your retort, noticing the lack of venom in your voice. “a jerk, huh?” he repeated, his tone playful yet slightly mocking.

he continues to hold onto your waist, his fingers tracing small circles on your waist that still cover with a towel. “you're going to have to do better than that, y/n. you know calling me names doesn't work on me.”

he leans closer with a wide smile on his lips as he gives your lips a peck, still smiling. “stop it, I don't wanna talk to you,” you try to push him away only for him to bring you closer. his hand is gripping on your wrist in the air.

with the same feature as before, he gives you a peck for the second time, “oh, feisty as ever. you know, you should invest in some anger management classes, y/n.”

“Oh, please. If I took anger management classes, you'd be bored out of your mind without me to keep you entertained,” you shot at him, “and why waste money on classes when I can just use you for free practice?” you slowly start to give in, relaxing your head on the pillow.

he couldn't help but find your feisty nature and quick retorts amusing. “you're right, the world would probably be a much duller place without your fiery attitude.” he teased, his smirk growing wider at your snarky comment. he tightened his grip on your waist, pulling you closer against him.

“using me as a free practice, huh? I could get used to that.” he chuckled, his thumb tracing small circles on your hip. he leaned in, his voice lowered to a sultry whisper. “you know, If you keep being so feisty, you might just end up giving me ideas.”

his hand slowly moving upward to untie the knot of your towel— without asking you for your permission to leave you with nothing but your panties and throwing towel to god-know-where.

you help him to take off his black boxie oversized t-shirt and his oversized pants, leaving the Calvin Klein boxer hugging his body. he covers both of you with a blanket.

you scoot over to him while he adjusts his position to lying on his back with his arm around your waist possessively. your head rests on his bare chest, feeling his heartbeat on your cheeks.

“what ideas?” you asks.

he smiles as he feels you move closer to him, his arm instinctively wrapping around your waist and pulling you tightly against him. your head lying on his bare chest, the soft thudding of his heartbeat filling your ears as he holds you possessively.

he chuckles at your question, his fingers tracing small circles on your hip. “oh, you know, little ideas…” he responds in a low, suggestive tone. “things that involve you being even more feisty and me having to punish you for it.”

you stay silent for a second, “give it to your girlfriend,” you mumble. suddenly remember the girl he's been dating for a while now.

but even so, you couldn't bring yourself to care and stop whatever happens between you and suguru. you can't stop the feeling of his warm skin under your palm as you caressing his skin from his chest to his shoulder and to his neck, over and over.

suguru's smile falters for a moment as you mention his girlfriend, knowing that he might be crossing some lines with you. he had completely forgotten about his girlfriend in the heat of the moment but he can't bring himself to care, not when you're so close, your hand caressing his skin in such a soothing way.

he let out a frustrated sigh and looked down at you with a frown. “shut up,” he muttered, his grip on your waist tightening slightly. “bringing up my girlfriend when we're having a moment like this. you know how to ruin a mood, don't you?”

he let out a sigh and looked down at you with a frown, “why the hell do you have to bring up my girlfriend when we're having a moment like this, y/n?” he couldn't help but feel irritated at the mention of his girlfriend, not wanting to think about her when he had you here in his arms.

he couldn't deny that the two of you were straying into dangerous territory, and he knew he should put a stop to it before things escalated but he couldn't. you had this strange effect on him that he couldn't resist.

you couldn't help but crack a smile as you see suguru's expression falter. you knew you were getting under his skin by mentioning his girlfriend and honestly, it was kind of fun. your hand continued to run over his skin, feeling the muscles twitch under your touch. you push yourself into your elbow to look at him.

“oh, come on, don't pout,” you teased, looking up at him with a sly grin. “you seem to enjoy this moment with me more than with her.”

suguru's frown only deepened at your smile, he can feel your hand tracing over his skin, and it was taking everything he had to not lose control. he tried to ignore the effect you had on him.

“shut up,” he grumbled, glaring down at you. “you don't know what you're talking about.” but deep down, he knew that your words were true. he was enjoying this moment with you far more than he had with his girlfriend.

and he hated himself for it.

his frown deepened into a scowl as your smile grew wider. he knew you were enjoying this, the way you teased him and poked fun at his relationship. he could feel his frustration building as he looked at you.

“yeay? then what are you doing here, suguru? coming straight to me on the first day after summer break but not to your girlfriend?”

he tried to keep his cool, but your words hit a nerve. “shut your mouth,” he said through clenched teeth, tightening his grip on your waist. “don't act like you know anything about my relationship.”

feeling your hand tracing over his skin and your boobs on his side as you push yourself up a little with the support by one of your elbows— facing him, and it was taking suguru had to not lose control. he tried to ignore the effects you had on him especially when your legs tangled with his. he knew that your words were true. enjoying the moment with you far more than he had with his girlfriend, shoko ieri.

“oh, i think i know plenty,” you reply nonchalantly, continuing to trace your hand over his body and stop on his neck. “i know that you spend more time with me than her..” you stop for a moment to give his neck a kiss, mouth open.

“that you can't keep your hands off me when we're alone together, and that you're just too proud to admit it,” you continue, giving his neck a kiss with your mouth still open and your tongue stuck out a little, leaving the sloppy kiss on his burning skin.

suguru close his eyes and despite his denial, the truth of your words weighed heavily on his mind. he knew he shouldn't be doing this, shouldn't be enjoying your touch and your presence as much as he was. but he couldn't help it.

he clenched his jaw as he felt your lips on his neck, the sensation going straight to his core. your words only further fueling the fire within him. he knew he should stop this before it gets out of hand but his body betrayed him.

“you really have no shame, do you?” he grumbled, the lust and irritation evident in his voice. “acting like you know everything about my relationship when you're the one who's trying to tear it apart.”

he closed his eyes and let out a deep, frustrated sigh. he knew you were enjoying the effect you had on him and he couldn't deny that he was enjoying it too, despite his words of protest.

he couldn't help but notice your open-mouthed kiss on his neck and the way your tongue ran over his skin, and it was driving him crazy.

he wanted more, but he knew it was wrong. he shouldn't be doing this, especially when he had a girlfriend waiting for him. but when you're this close, it's impossible to resist.

you laugh on his skin at his hypocrisy, “such a hypocrite, aren't you suguru?” you still make no attempt to stop trailing the kissing on his neck. your hand moves to the back of his head, tugging his long hair lightly. you kiss his adam's apple and give it a tiny bite.

“you're the one who started all of this, not me. I don't have any loyalty for shoko but you do, if there's anyone who tears your relationship apart is you,” you mumble on his skin.

suguru let out a shaky breath as you continued your trail of kisses on his neck, the feeling of your teeth on his adam's apple making him shiver. he hates how your words are so spot on, and deep down he knows that you're right.

he grabbed your hand in his hair, but didn't pull it away. he tried to keep his cool, but your words hit a nerve, “i'm not tearing anything apart,” he protested, his voice strained. “you're the one who keeps tempting me, making me forget about her.”

“me?” your hand runs away from suguru's hair, down to his chest, to his abs as your finger tracing across his hard-rock abs. “you just weak, suguru,” you laugh, a mocking one.

suguru's muscles twitches under your touch on his abs. he can feel his heart beating faster, both from annoyance and arousal. he's torn between wanting to push you away and wanting to pull you closer.

he grits his teeth at your mockery, the insult to his pride hitting a sore spot. “i'm not weak,” he retorts, his voice low and firm. “i have self-control. something you clearly lack.”

again, the laugh of mockery leaves from your lips, “you right, I don't.” your hand moving down to his growing bulge, giving it a little squeeze. you watch suguru's expression with a smug smile on your face.

suguru's breath hitches at the sudden touch on his growing bulge, his eyes widening in surprise. he was caught off guard by your boldness, but he couldn't deny the effect you had on him. his body betraying all of his logical thoughts.

he can feel the blood rushing to his face and to his lower region, the feeling of your touch sending jolts of pleasure through him. he hates that you have this effect on him, that he's so weak when it comes to you.

he clenched his jaw, trying to maintain his composure, but it was getting harder and harder. he looked down at you with a hard expression, his eyes burning with a mixture of annoyance and desire.

“i hate how confidently you're acting,” he said through gritted teeth. “like you're in control. it's infuriating.”

“yeah? do you want me to stop?” for the second time you give him another squeeze.

suguru's breath became shaky as you squeezed him again, his eyes clenched shut for a second. “you know damn well that's the last thing i want,” he muttered, the words slipping out of his mouth before he could stop himself.

he could feel his control slipping away with each passing moment, your hand on him making it impossible to think straight. but he was still hesitant, still struggling to hold onto some semblance of decency.

“you're driving me insane, y/n,” he grumbles, his eyes flickering open to look down at you. without thinking his hips moving slightly begging for more of your touch on dick growing bludge. “what about self-control, suguru? your moral?” you mock him, pushing the button until it hits the rock-bottom.

suguru's expression darkened as you mocked him, his patience wearing thin. he clenches his jaw and grabs your chin forcefully, lifting your face so that you are looking directly at him. “don't you dare talk to me about moral,” he growled, the anger in his voice clear. “you have no right, not when you're the one who keeps tempting me.”

he lets out a frustrated sigh, his eyes locking with yours as he feels your hand moving slowly on his covered dick. “why do you have to do this to me? why do you have to make me want you so damn much?”

suguru cursed under his breath as you continued to smile at him, the mockery driving him crazy. he wanted to erase that smug look off your face, to make you as frustrated as you're making him feel.

he released his grip on your chin, only to grab your hips and pull you closer to him, forcing your bodies to press together. he leaned down, his face mere inches from yours, his voice low and commanding. “you're pushing my buttons on purpose, aren't you? just to see how far you can tease me before i snap.”

your hand slid into his boxer, feeling his bulge twitching under your touch. “it's nice to see a man with principal like you going crazy,” you declare.

suguru's breath hitches again as your hand makes contact with his growing bulge, his body reacting on its own. he can't help but let out a low, frustrated groan. he can feel the heat rising in his body, his mind cloudy with desire. he grits his teeth, trying to hold onto his last bit of self-control, but it's getting harder and harder.

he grips your hips, holding you in place, his eyes locked on your face. “you're playing with fire here, y/n. I won't be responsible for my actions if you keep this up.”

“just let me make you feel, suguru.”

suguru can't help but let out a low moan as you pull his dick out, the pre-cum instantly coating his tip. he can feel himself getting harder in your grasp, and it takes every ounce of self-control not to thrust into your hand. his dick twitching under your hand that wrap prettily around his bottom.

you move your hand slowly up and down his dick giving it a light twist a few time. suguru's breath hitches as you move your hand slowly up and down his shaft, his hips involuntarily thrusting forward. his mind is in a haze of pleasure as he tries to focus on anything other than your hand on his dick.

“y-y/n,” he stammers, his breath hitching as you move your hand up and down his dick, the pleasure shooting through his body. his hips buck involuntarily, wanting more. “feel good, baby?” you ask him happily as you continue letting his dick fuck your hand.

“Oh fuck, baby it feels incredible,” suguru stammers out, unable to form a coherent sentence as pleasure consumes him. he watches as your hand moves up and down his dick, the sight alone almost enough to make him cum. the thought of his girlfriend no longer in his mind.

suguru can't help but moan as your hand continues to move up and down his dick, the pleasure building up inside of him. the vein of his dick pop up and you can feel every inch of it making your smile clouded with arousal.

he keep growing each passing and the way his angry tip keeps on leaking his pre-cum showing you that he's been holding it for so long. “look at you..” you smile at him as he close his eyes, “is your girlfriend doesn't make you feel good, suguru?”

suguru's eyes flash open at your comment, a surge of anger mixed with humiliation coursing through him. “shut up,” he growls, his voice low and dangerous. but despite his words, his body betrays him. his hips buck upwards, fucking into your hand even harder.

suguru's expression darkens at your words, his body tensing up. he hates the way you tease him and bring up his girlfriend when you are in his room while he is fucking your hand. he opens his eyes and looks down at you, his eyes clouded with a mixture of anger and desire.

“shut up,” he mutters through clenched teeth. “don't talk about her. not when you're the one who's making me feel like this.”

“why not?” you continue to touch him. “am I mentioning her making you horny? isn't it all exciting, suguru? our little secret,” you giggle in his ear as you bite the soft flesh.

suguru's body shivers at your words and the sensations you're causing him. his grip on your hips tightens, his fingers digging into your flesh and mind goes blank at your question, the pleasure consuming him preventing him from thinking about anything else but the hand wrapped around his dick. “fuck, she doesn't compared to you,” he admits, his breath hitching as you hit a sensitive spot.

he hates that you can make him feel this way, that you're making him betray his girlfriend. But at the same time, the forbidden nature of this situation only excites him more. “you're sick,” he mutters, his voice strained. “you get off on this, don't you? On making me lose my self-control.”

suguru moans louder as your hand continues to move up and down his dick, the slickness of his pre-cum making it easier for you to slide your hand along his shaft. he can't help but wonder why he never felt this kind of pleasure with his girlfriend.

“i'm sick, i know,” you proudly said.

your mouth runs to his chest and stops at his nipples, licking and sucking it as you continue to touch him. suguru gasps as your mouth closes around his nipple, the sensation sending jolts of pleasure straight to his aching cock. “yes...right there...suck on them,” he moans, his hands tangling in your hair, guiding you to lavish more attention on his sensitive chest.

suguru moans and curses as you continue to pleasure his dick, his body writhing under your touch. he can't believe how good you make him feel, and he knows he won't be able to hold back much longer. “fuck, baby, I'm gonna cum!”

“cum for me, baby.”

the vibration in your voice wavering on suguru's nipple and his eyes rolling back the back of his head. the way your hand move faster on his dick wasn't any help at all.

his legs shaking, his body trembles and convulses as he reached his climax followed by a long groan from the back of his throat. his cock pulsing and spewing thick ropes of cum across his chest and onto your hand. he lets out a long, drawn-out groan, his eyes rolling back in pure ecstasy.

“ahh...fuck, baby...so good...”

as suguru lies there catching his breath, you take the opportunity to lick up the cum that has splattered on your hand and his chest. he watches you with a satisfied smirk, feeling a surge of possessiveness at the sight.

suguru pulls you up into a kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth as he tastes the remnants of your desire. when he finally breaks the kiss, he gazes at you with a mix of satisfaction and hunger. “I'm not done with you yet,” he whispers, his hands roaming over your body possessively.

suguru moves to place himself between your legs, his body towering over you. his eyes are filled with a mixture of anger and desire, a dangerous combination.

he looks down at you, the intensity of his gaze making you shiver. “you know damn well you're pushing me to my limits,” he mutters. “and you don't even care, do you? you're just enjoying the thrill of this little game we're playing.”

suguru grabs your wrists and pins them down on the bed, his body pressing against yours. his eyes locked with yours, a mix of lust and irritation.

he leans down, his mouth near your ear, his voice low and rough. “you've been acting like a little brat all day, y/n,” he mutters. “teasing me, taunting me, making me lose my mind. you think it's funny, don't you?” he leans down, until his face is just inches away from yours. his breath is hot against your skin, and you can feel the heat radiating off his body.

“i could end this right now, you know,” he says in a low, commanding tone. “i could push you away and walk out of this room. but you don't want that, do you? you want me to give in, to lose control and do whatever you want me to do.”

“yes..” you couldn't speak, not under his gaze.

suguru raises an eyebrow at your response, surprised by your honest answer. he had expected you to deny it, to try to keep up the act. but here you are, admitting that you want him to give in to his desires.

he studies your face for a moment, his eyes roaming over your features. he can see the hunger in your eyes, the lust that mirrored his own. he smirks, his hands moving to grip your thighs, pushing them apart. “you're a bad influence, you know that?” you mirror his smirk, “please tell me something I didn't know, suguru..”

suguru's smirk widens at your response, his grip on your thighs tightening. “you're always so damn cocky, aren't you? so confident in your ability to push my buttons.” he moves closer to you, his body pressing against yours. he leans down, his lips hovering just above your ear. “and yet, you're the one lying here, at my mercy. at my mercy to do anything i want to you.” without warning, suguru leans down and captures your lips in a heated kiss. his tongue immediately seeking entrance into your mouth, his hunger for you taking over.

he grabs your hips and pulls you closer, his body pressing against yours. his hands roaming over your body, touching and exploring every inch of you, as if he's desperate to remember every part of you.

a gasp escapes your lips as suguru suddenly manhandles you, turning you onto your stomach and his hands roughly pull your hips upward before tearing your panties in one try. you scream a little at his suddenness. “this is all your fault, y/n,” he growl under his breath before giving you ass cheek a hard slap.

you feel a mix of shock and excitement at his roughness, your body responding to his actions. his hand on your ass cheek leaves a sting, and you squeal, trying to squirm away from him.

a low growl escapes suguru's lips as you try to squirm away from him. he holds you in place, his grip on your hips firm. “where do you think you're going?” he mutters, his voice low and dangerous. “you're the one who started this, y/n. you have to deal with the consequences of your actions.”

suguru's grip on your hips tightens, preventing you from squirming away. he leans down and presses a hot kiss to the curve of your back, then trails his lips down to your ass cheek. he bites down hard, eliciting a gasp from you. “suguru..” a soft moan left your lips.

"mhm?" suguru growls, biting down harder on your ass cheek. he relishes in the way you moan his name, his cock twitching in response. suguru's fingers dig into your skin as he pulls your hips back, spreading your cheeks. you feel the head of his cock pressing against your entrance. “scream for me, y/n,” he hisses in your ear. “let everyone know who's fucking you.”

he doesn't wait for your response, instead he thrusts his hips forward, burying his cock deep inside your pussy roughly. he lets out a grunt of satisfaction as he feels your tight hole stretch around him. he starts pounding into you relentlessly, his balls slapping against your clit with each thrust.

“fuck, suguru— slow down! fuck!” you almost scream from his suddenness. his thick and long dick slapping into your cervix with full roughness.

but suguru doesn't give a single fuck. you've been testing him with the way you run your mouth and getting him all pissed. now he gonna make sure the only sounds you make is moaning and screaming for his name.

suguru grins, pleased with the way you're reacting to his roughness knowing he's got you right where he wants you. he leans over and grips your throat, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp for air, squeezing gently as he continues to fuck you mercilessly. “you like that, y/n?” he growls in your ear.

“y-yes, fuck me..”

in your words, suguru's thrusts become even more forceful, his cock hitting deeper with every thrust, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. he bites down on your neck, leaving small marks as he takes you hard and fast.

“dont— don't stop, Ahh!”

suguru smirks at your response before pulling out slowly, leaving only the tip inside. he grinds his hips in a circle, teasing your entrance before slamming back into you causing you to let out a loud moan. “say my name,” he demands.

“sugu.. ru— fuck! so good,” you stuttering.

hearing you say his name sends a surge of satisfaction through suguru. he increases his pace, pounding into you with unrestrained lust. “fuck baby.. that’s right, scream my name. let the whole world know who’s fucking you,” suguru pumps his hips faster, his dick disappearing inside you and reappearing, slick with your wetness. he tightens his grip around your throat, cutting off your air supply slightly as you struggle to breathe.

a little chuckle escapes suguru as he speeds up his thrusts once more. he reaches around and starts playing with your clit, rubbing it in time with his deep strokes. “you're so tight, y/n... it feels like your little pussy was made for my cock,”

your hand grip tightly on suguru's wrist as you feel your pussy clenching on his dick. “sto.. stop— I can't—” you're crying, toe curling as your eyes rolled back, mouth open from the pleasure. with a self-satisfied smirk, suguru notices the signs of you getting close to your orgasm and removes his hand from your clit. “no... not yet,” he says firmly, slapping your wet pussy hard, making you cry out in pleasure mixed with pain.

your moan and his filling the room, the sound of the skin slapping crashing down to each wall. “you like that, baby? hm? this is what you want rig— right?” suguru stop in his sentence to grunt, “to fuck you like a little slut you are? Oh baby, your pussy feels so good,” his breathless state kissing your shoulder.

suguru's hands move down from your throat to grab your wrists, pulling them back and up, arching your back. he uses his grip to force himself in deeper, feeling his cockhead hit your cervix with each thrust. his other hand push your face down to the bed as you crying for him to slow down, tugging your hair to stop you from moving.

“fuck, fuck, fu— so tight..” he grunt between his thrust.

as he pounds into your cervix, suguru's eyes flash with sadistic pleasure, his breathing growing ragged. “that's it, take it, little slut,” he hisses, his grip on your wrists tightening as he forces you to take every inch of his cock.

“yes, give— it to me, baby.”

suguru grins wickedly, pleased with your desperate pleas and cried. he doesn't let up, continuing to pound into you with merciless force. each thrust sends a jolt of pleasure through your body, making your mind foggy with lust. “ah, you're such a good girl, taking my cock so deep. so fucking tight... ” he groans, his hips snapping forward brutally as he fuck into your cervix. suguru love the way you're brain doesn't seem to work whenever he fuck you rough, how one second you cry and begging him to stop while another second you moaning and whimpering like a slut.

suguru's grip on your wrists tightens, making you gasp in pain as he continues to ruthlessly thrust into you. his rhythm is quick, and his cock feels huge inside of you as he pummels your cervix with every stroke. “ah... yes. just like that, y/n.”

he reaches under you, grabbing your breasts roughly and squeezing them, feeling their softness in between his fingers. “fuck, I could do this all day,” he grunts, spanking you roughly in between his thrusts, leaving his mark on your skin.

“i'm gonna cum.. I'm— I'm.”

he smirks, letting go of your nipples and trailing his hand down your body to the junction between your thighs. “you.. don't cum until I fucking tell you to,” he grunts, suddenly he pull his dick out and goes down from his bed before roughly pulling your feet until you stand in front of him, skin to skin. “you're nothing but a little fuck slut for me right now, now, be a good whore and spread your legs wider,”

suguru push you down little bit to shove his dick back into your swollen pussy from behind— to fuck you while standing. your back touching his sweaty chest as he tightly gripping on your throat.

“too sensitive— suguru... can't!”

but it's already too late, suguru is already bottom out inside of you. continued to fucking you to the oblivion and making you seeing stars.

suguru's grip on your throat tightens as he begins to pound into you relentlessly, his thick shaft stretching and filling you completely with each thrust. “shut up, slut. I'll fuck you until you can't walk straight,” he snarls in your ear, his breath hot against your skin.

“it's all your fault, I fucking told you to stop pushing my buttons,” he grumble on you ear as he bite your shoulder, hard enough to leave a slight bruise. “you're always pushing my fucking limits, always testing me,” suguru growls, his breath hot against your ear as he bites down on your shoulder again, leaving another bruise. he starts to fuck you even harder, his thighs slapping against yours with each brutal thrust.

“now take this dick like the slut you are.”

suguru's thrusts become more erratic as he senses your impending climax, your velvet wall hugs his dick tightly and keeps on clenching on his dick. his dominance and desire reaching its peak. “do you want to cum, little whore?” he taunts. “tell me how badly you need to cum on my cock, y/n. make me want to let you have it.”

you nodded aggressively, couldn't hold for another second to cum. “please suguru. please, let me cum. I'm sorry— oh fuck, I'm sorry I'm such a fucking.. fucking— shit, brat!” the way you can't even say a sentence properly without stuttering and eyes rolling sending a full basket of happiness and pride to suguru's heart, knowing that he fuck you so good you became dumb.

suguru's hips pause, his breath hot against your ear, as he revels in the effect he has on you. “not yet,” he teases, his voice dripping with wicked intent. "I want to hear you beg more." He leans in, his teeth grazing your earlobe and smirks to himself, pleased by your desperation and the way you've lost all coherence.

he bring you back to bed, lying your body on his bed while positioning himself between your legs. he look at you expression— eyes hooded with lust and half-closed, your cheeks flustered, body covered with his bite mark and hickeys. utterly fucked and used making suguru smile to himself.

“look at you,” he whisper as he open your leg wide, showing your red swollen cunt, dripping with his cum. “so fucking beautiful,” the smile never leave his handsome face as he placing his dick back to where it belongs— your cunt.

this time, it's gentle and slowly.

suguru enjoy every moment when you gasp I tiny, even after all these countless night getting fucked by suguru you never seems to getting used with his dick, and it's always amazed him.

“oh baby..” he softly moan.

suguru takes his time, pumping in and out of you gently as he watches your reactions. the way your body trembles beneath him, the cute gasps that escape your lips and squirm beneath him, it all turns him on even more. your body still sensitive from the rough fucking earlier.

“suguru,” you called him, so tender like you're in love.

suguru lean down until there's no gap between your body and his, welcome with your hand touching his cheek. your thumb on his lips as he slowly thrust into you. there's no roughness in his thrust, just gentle, full of love as you lock eyes with him. nipping at your thumb before sucking it into his mouth. “you're so fucking sexy when you look at me like that,” he whispered.

as he thrusts into you slowly, he watches you carefully, taking in the tenderness in your gaze and basking in the warmth of your touch. suguru leans in to press a soft kiss against your lips. he deepens the kiss, exploring your mouth with his tongue as his thrusts slow down and become even gentler, making love to you slowly and passionately.

he pulls back to murmur against your mouth, "I love watching you fall apart for me, baby. You're so beautiful." he can feel yourself melting in his arms, surrendering to the moment and the pleasure that flows between the two of you.

forehead touching, breath fanning across each other face, this time it feel more intimate than before, this time suguru feel like he can see right through you, how you're feeling.

“i love you, baby,” his breathless word lingers around you, “i love you so much.” your heart races at suguru's words, a shiver running down your spine at the intensity of his emotions. he gazes into your eyes, seeing the raw vulnerability and adoration reflected back at him. his thumbs stroke gentle circles on your cheeks as you whispers back, “and i love you..”

suguru's thrusts become faster and more desperate as he reaches his peak. he can see the same urgency in your eyes, the need to reach the pinnacle of pleasure together. he leans down, his forehead resting against yours as he whispers sweet words of love and longing.

the pleasure builds to a crescendo, your bodies moving in perfect sync. suguru's thrusts become more urgent, his hips driving into you with a desperate need. you feel his cock twitching inside you, his grip on your hips tightening as he reaches his peak.

at the same time, you and suguru reach the pinnacle of pleasure, crying out each other's names and screaming "I love you!" as you cum. your body spasms around his cock, milking him for all he's worth as he releases himself deep inside you.

suguru collapses beside you, his breath coming out in ragged gasps as he pulls you closer to him. you can feel the heat radiating off his body, and the rapid beating of his heart against your skin.

he presses a gentle kiss to your forehead, his eyes filled with a tender expression as he gazes at you. “we should clean up,” he says quietly, a hint of humor in his voice. he pauses, his hand gently squeeze your waist. “but not just yet,” he adds, his words filled with a quiet intimacy.

suguru holds onto you tightly, refusing to let you go just yet. his hand continues to trace soft circles on your back, a soothing motion that seems to calm both of you. for a few moments, neither of you say anything, enjoying the quiet intimacy of the moment. but after a while, suguru speaks up again, his voice soft and gentle.

“y/n... can i ask you something?”

"hmm?"

suguru takes a deep breath, his expression growing serious as he gathers his thoughts. he tilts your chin up, so that you're looking directly into his eyes. he hesitates for a moment, as if weighing his words carefully. then, he speaks, his voice almost a whisper.

“what are we doing, y/n?” he says quietly, his voice is serious. “when you try to tempt me like this... is it just because you can? because you know i can’t resist you, no matter how hard i try?” suguru's words hang in the air, the weight of his question lingering between you two. he continues to hold your gaze, his eyes searching your face for an answer.

[temis-de-leon]

MC with a selfish best friend

MC mourning the loss of a long toxic friendship with the help of the brothers.

Characters: demon brothers and fem!MC (written as platonic, but could be read as romantic)

Masterlist , Part 2 (kind of)

CW: continued discussion about weight gain and weight loss, eating as a coping mechanism, obssesive and manipulative behaviour, emotional blackmail, a glimpse of animal neglect, a tiny nod at suicide, MC trying to hide her feelings, anxiety, TLC from the brothers

A/N: kind of self insert because I'm writing my own experience, so this isn't the most relatable MC. Still, I hope you enjoy it! Remember I'm not a native english speaker, so there might be some grammar mistakes.

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Back then, not that long ago, MC was completely sure she wouldn’t go any further in life. She was stuck in college, in her family and her friend group. There was a dynamic she could work through and, although it could be better, she wasn’t one to complain.

It was a flooded basement with filthy water, but at least it lacked rats.

She just needed some time to start working on herself. Go to therapy, lose some weight maybe? Start cooking again and stop wasting money on fast food. She did use to enjoy spending time in the kitchen and experimenting, after all, but the only things she cooked during her last months in the human realm were mugcakes and pasta. Not necessarily nutritious, but easy to make.

Thank god she had her best friend.

Her companion in the basement, the one with the flashlight.

MC wished she let her hold her hand too.

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“She’s overthinking again. Not good”

“Look who’s talking”

“Hey! It was just a joke!”

“Should we talk to her?”

“Maybe when she comes back, else we’ll give her a heart attack”

“Yeah, Lucifer would kill us”

“Oh, so now we’re doing this for Lucifer?”

“Don’t be selfish, Mammon”

“Who ya calling selfish?”

“Ugh”

MC listened carefully, softly smiling at Beel and Levi’s voices drowning Mammon’s in an almost silent screaming match.

She couldn’t see them from her position, her upper body completely sprawled over the armrest and her line of sight lost in the ashes of the chimney. The fire cracked, threatening to die in front of her, but it was difficult to get up when her body weighted so much. She was tired and hungry and nauseous and even the idea of sitting straight sent bile to her mouth.

Then someone walked into the common room, shushing harshly and getting the other brothers to cease their fighting. Whoever it was, probably Lucifer or Satan, must have thought she was asleep.

So MC closed her eyes, hiding her face in the crook of her arm and basking in the comfortable silence. She could hear them still; the shuffle of cards, a plastic wrapper, buttons and joysticks.

The newcomer got close to her, covering her body with a blanket and sitting at her feet before opening a book. There was enough space in the couch for at least two more people, but MC still curled up, trying to make more room for him. She stopped in her tracks when he grabbed her ankle in a gentle grip, a gesture that brought some warmth where her pants didn’t reach.

Would someone add another log for the fire? Everyone seemed too comfortable to move.

At least the blanket was thick. Pure hellish wool or something, because every animal in the Devildom was just a bigger scarier version of those in the human realm. It was also, however, softer than any type of textile she could’ve ever find back home, so the creature could spit fire for all she cared.

Suddenly, the brother caressing her ankle tightened his grip for a short moment, demanding her attention. When MC opened her eyes, she found Satan smiling at her with no one else in the room. She must’ve fallen asleep after all.

“Dinner is ready”

He let her stretch, unconsciously comparing her to a cat when she arched her back and cracked every possible bone in her body. Satan wondered if that ever hurt, but MC seemed to enjoy it very much whenever she had the occasion to do so, like when they came home from classes after a long day or when they bought groceries for the whole week and Beel. 

“Did you not sleep well last night?”

“Not for a while, no”

“Is that so? Something troubling you, MC? Anything I can help with?”

“I don’t know”

She sounded sincere, but Satan didn’t buy it. Only a month had passed since MC came back to the Devildom, looking a bit more tired than when she left at the end of the first year of the program, and she’d acted ecstatic when she learnt she would be living with them again.

He was sure the problem relied in her human phone, something she didn’t have last year and Diavolo had kindly allowed her to keep.

All of his brothers, even the eldest, were greatly impressed when MC showed them how she unlocked the device with her fingerprints, as well as the human versions of Devilgram, Deviltube and Akuzon. That was a fun day, but time passed and soon the phone became an inconvenience. Someone at the other side of the line was taking their beloved human’s time, leaving her exhausted in the aftermath of their conversations and, if Satan vision’s was correct, teary eyed.

That would not continue. Not on his watch.

“We’ll look into it in another moment. Right now, let’s go with the others. Aren’t you hungry?”

“God, yes!”

They both chuckled and he forced his thoughts away. They could wait for the time being.

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Beel didn’t judge her, but she didn’t feel as happy as she thought she would whenever they sneaked in the kitchen at the late hours of the night.

Opening the fridge door with slow movements, trying not to make noise while taking plates or bowls and eating in silence between giggles and short whispers brought a sort of familiarity. And Beel never judged MC. Why would he? He ate even more than her. He’d keep going long after she was finished, full enough to want to puke everything, and MC would feel a wicked satisfaction knowing that no matter how much she ate, there was someone that would eat much more.

Those nights she’d go to bed feeling sick and greasy, too regretful and high on sugar to be tired. Then, by morning, she’d force herself to eat breakfast and go on with her day just to get whatever sense of normality she could reach.

Although, lately, things had been slightly different.

They still got together at night and filled their mouths to the brim, but Beel was adamant about MC going to the gym with him when the morning came, before everyone was out of bed. Of course she’d said no since the beginning, but he kept insisting, saying she didn’t have to exercise if she didn’t want to.

MC still said no.

Then Asmodeus put his input.

“I’m not going to tell you what to do, hon’, but you aren’t getting your 8 hours of sleep and you’re adding calories during the night. That’s horrible for your skin!”

And had it been her mother saying that, MC would’ve lashed out, rejecting opinions she’d been hearing for years over and over and over again, but this was Asmo. The Avatar of Lust. The most beautiful demon in the entire Devildom. MC guessed she wasn’t being fair to her mother, who also loved her and hated seeing her so sick and tired all the time, when it was Asmo she couldn’t ignore.

“I get anxious when I go to bed” she finally confessed.

MC could feel Satan’s eyes on her, but he stayed silent.

“Spend the night with me” intervened Belphie with an honest smile, a muted worry in his eyes “I could make you so tired you wouldn’t want to get out of bed”

“No way!”

Everyone looked at Mammon and several sighs filled the room. The demon, although deeply blushing, kept talking with an overbearing smugness.

“If someone’s gonna sleep with her, it’s gonna be me! Don’t worry MC, the Great Mammon will chase the nightmares away!”

“I think sleeping with you would give her nightmares, actually”

Mammon turned to Levi, ready to swing at his brother, but MC talked before the fight started.

“It’s not nightmares, Mams, I just feel anxious. You know, like, I can’t stop thinking”

“About what?”

She looked at Satan, who was staring at her with a calculating glance, surely remembering what she told him days before when she fell asleep on the couch.

“I don’t know… Everything, I guess”

All of them stayed silent, ignoring what they were previously doing. It didn’t feel uncomfortable, but MC wished someone said anything.

Of course, Mammon spoke first.

“Well, that’s a lot”

“No shit, you moron”

Levi finally got smacked and the rest of them went back to do their own thing, letting MC’s lack of sleep behind. A part of her wanted to keep the conversation going, but she felt too embarrassed when she tried to open her mouth again, especially having Satan looking at her like a hawk.

You don't want me to stare at you? I want to. What's the problem?

She achieved to ignore him in the end.

That night she stayed in her room, pacing, chewing her sweatshirt’s aglet while humming that Phineas and Ferb’s song and turning her headphone’s volume to the maximum with a different music threatening to deteriorate her hearing.

Anything to distract herself and not go to the kitchen.

Finally, hours after bidding the brothers goodnight, MC threw herself on the bed. Her feet were aching, its footprints surely engraved in the carpet, and she forgot to take her headphones off, making the position uncomfortable, but the important thing was that she didn’t have the need to eat anymore.

However, Beel still knocked her door at dawn.

MC stared at him when she opened, bleary-eyed and mouth as dry as cotton, the hem of her pyjama pants so high they looked like pantaloons. He, on the other hand, was completely awake and seemed ready to conquer the day.

“Before you say anything, I’m not going to the gym today”

There was a heavy silence for a couple of seconds.

“Then why did you wake me up? We have classes tomorrow”

Beel stared at her with a worried expression.

“We don’t. It’s Saturday”

“Ah”

She could’ve sleep longer? MC wished she was mad at him, but his puppy stare was hypnotizing.

“I want to go for a walk today. And I want you to come with me”

He lowered his gaze for a moment, biting his cheek while waiting for an answer. MC turned around and looked at the window, still unable to decipher what time it was by looking at the sky.

There were a few things MC missed from the human realm. The sun was one of them.

“We could go to the park, feed some birds and then have breakfast somewhere else. I swear I won’t eat the seeds this time"

She chuckled, rolling her eyes when he smiled back. Then she looked down at the rolled pants and her bare legs.

“Is it cold?”

“I don’t think so, but you can borrow my jacket”

MC sighed and rubbed her eyes, waiting until the white spots disappeared before walking towards her closet. She wouldn’t be able to fall asleep again, she knew that.

“Let me change and then we’re going. But you owe me one, Beel!”

His smile was too wide for him to answer.

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Breakfast with Beel ended up lasting three whole hours, which was understandable, and they spent the whole time talking about nothing and almost everything, both of them clearly avoiding the subject of her sleeping habits.

MC really did want to talk about it, but then again, what did she want to talk about exactly? She had trouble falling asleep, yes, and she’d gone back to eating her feelings, but she couldn’t point out the reason. Her nights were filled with paranoia, making her revaluate every piece of interaction she’d had since she got back home from the Devildom months ago. Did she spoke correctly? Did people understand that she was just studying abroad and not begging for attention?

She hoped her best friend dropped those accusations. MC would never stoop so low. Just thinking about it brought tears to her eyes.

“Don’t you want anything else?”

MC looked at Beel and the stack of plates surrounding him at the table, mugs and cardboard boxes stained with chocolate, whipped cream and frosting. Her side of the booth was much cleaner, but when she lowered her gaze the only thing she could think of were mugcakes and pasta and the taste of bile in her mouth at the sight of her bloated stomach.

“No, I’m fine”

She knew he loved her. She knew she could talk to him and he would listen and maybe even hold her hand, but the small restaurant was already filled with demons and witches and whatnot and MC knew she’d only be able to sob the moment she’d open her mouth, so she stayed quiet.

Beel nodded, going back to his food with a strange calmness. Maybe he was close to being full?

But no, it wasn’t that.

MC gasped when she felt his foot weakly tapping hers before going under it to support its weight. A small comfort, like the prelude of a long awaited hug.

He didn’t know how much she appreciated it.

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Winter had already reached the Devildom the day MC opened her closet and stared at her clothes. No matter what she chose, everything was at least a size bigger.

She guessed finally going to the gym with Beel did have some payoff.

“Is something wrong, MC?”

Asmo turned the lights of her bathroom off, walking where she was silently standing while staring at the discarded clothes around her.

“You don’t feel like dressing up today? We can stay home and do some self-care if you want”

MC turned around to look at him with gratitude. She knew how much he wanted to go shopping, especially with her. Finals ended just the day before and everyone had been so occupied they’d barely seen each other outside classes and meal times.

“Don’t worry, it’s not that. It’s just that… everything feels wrong. I think I lost weight”

He chuckled at her revelation, hugging her waist and kissing her cheek between giggles.

“You’re taking care of yourself, silly! Whatever are you doing with Beel in the gym, I wonder…?”

She laughed and lightly hit his arm, showing no ill intent, and Asmo smiled in response, not bothering to hide his lewd expression.

“Don’t be nasty!”

 “Oh, I’m just joking! But you know what this means, right? We get to renew your whole closet!”

MC turned around again, perfectly knowing that she could either spent her monthly allowance on clothes or start thinking on how she could rock the oversize streetwear style.

She sighed, trying to hide her smile with no success before speaking again. Asmo’s eyes were stuck on her.

“Very well, then” she wasn’t finish talking yet when the demon clapped his hands and jumped in excitement “I’ll trust your criteria”

He gasped and hit her arm in return.

“As you should!”

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“So… how do I look?”

Mammon whistled, clapping and signalling her to turn around in response. Once she did a little twirl, he clapped even harder, not stopping even when she blushed in embarrassment and ran towards him to stop his overly excited appreciation.

“You look mighty fine, MC!”

“Stop!”

“Has anyone ever told you how hot you look?”

“Stop!!”

They were both laughing, her chasing him all around his room with burning cheeks and a gigantic smile.

The shopping bags waited patiently at the door, half of them already empty with a pile of clothes folded on the couch. Mammon had insisted on a private catwalk the moment he learnt she’d gone shopping with Asmo, his offense completely gone barely half an hour after starting the show in his room.

Every time she changed in his opened closet he’d cover his eyes with his hands and every time she came out with a new outfit he’d scream praises like a madman.

MC wasn’t used to this level of compliments and he sure was making it hard to stay calm.

“C’mon, go change again!”

“You’re acting insane right now, Mams”

She was smiling like crazy and her cheeks were hurting, but she didn’t want it to stop. When was the last time someone had been this hyped over her looking pretty? She couldn’t remember.

Then her phone rang.

MC stopped smiling when she saw the name on the screen.

She thought about answering and spoiling a nice evening because of a sour one-sided conversation. Was it worth it? Sure her friend could wait a couple more hours, right? She’d survived without MC the whole year she spent at the Devildom uncommunicated, after all.

“Is it The Unnameable?”

MC stared at her phone for one more second before turning around to look at Mammon, who was kneeling on the couch with his arms crossed over the backrest, eyes peeking with curiosity and another feeling she couldn’t identify.

“The Unname… Robdemor??”

He nodded, blushing and looking away.

“Yeah. You know, like, her name brings bad luck or some shit”

“She doesn’t bring bad luck”

MC didn’t sound as convincing as she wanted to and Mammon’s incredulity proved her point.

“Don’t be stupid, MC”

The pot calling the kettle back, she wanted to say, but no words came to her mouth. She was being stupid, wasn’t she? Everyone at the house already knew what to expect whenever her phone ringed or vibrated and they always did their best to distract her so she could leave the damn thing behind. She suspected Belphie even turned it off at one point.

Staring at her feet, trying to voice her feelings, MC talked again.  

“She just… needs me sometimes”

“Sometimes??”

Mammon got up, going around the couch to reach her. He looked flabbergasted, eyes opened wide and a myriad of words stuck in his throat.

The phone stopped ringing, but soon a flood of messages interrupted the silence to call for her attention instead. When she looked back at Mammon, he had frustration in his eyes.

She decided then she couldn’t bear to see him like this, so serious and reasonable. Was it too late to go back to chasing each other, laughing while trying new clothes? She’d been capable of keeping her feelings to herself since she could remember, but Mammon wouldn’t let her do that and she feared the moment the rest of the brothers decided enough was enough too.

God, she needed to talk, but not right now. Talking would make it real and she still wasn’t strong enough for the whole situation to be real.

In a matter of seconds her eyes were watering and she felt as if her throat had thorns stuck in her flesh, but before she could do anything about it there were arms wrapping around her. MC wasted no time hugging Mammon back, trying her hardest not to spoil any tears. The tags in the back of her new shirt poked her skin, making her squirm and get even closer to Mammon’s body.

He was rocking her side to side while petting her hair and there was no doubt he’d deny the whole ordeal happening afterwards, but she let herself enjoy the feeling anyways. It was nice being taken care of.

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It was the first time MC had gone to bed so early since before college. Her eyelids felt heavy and the bed was soft and comfortable, at least three blankets shielding her from the cold outside that froze her window and sunk her room in darkness.

But she couldn’t stop staring at her phone.

She’d turned the vibration off days ago, but that didn’t stop the notifications from showing up on the lock screen and, although she could also take care of that, MC still wanted to be able to read the messages without needing to open the app.

Her best friend talked about everything, good or bad. Mostly bad. How she thought her boyfriend was cheating on her, even when she was the one cheating on him, how much she was eating because there was no one to stop her, how tired she was to even clean her cat’s litter box. She’d say if MC were there everything would be so much better, she wouldn’t feel so lonely.

She didn’t ask about MC once.

“You’re thinking so hard it’s giving me a headache”

MC’s body violently jerked at Belphie’s voice.

He’d entered the room in silence, closing the door and approaching her bed without making any noise. Seeing her freaking out made him snicker, but he was too tired to fully laugh and simply laid down next to her.

“Jesus, Belphie”

“No, just me”

“Ha ha ha”

Her sarcasm didn’t affect him in the slightest. MC watched as he closed his eyes and offered his hand to held hers in a firm grasp, probably not wanting to let her go during the night.

“Turn that damn thing off” he growled against the pillow when a new message showed up.

“I’ve seen you sleep on the ground before; you can’t complain about some light”

“Watch me”

She thought he was just joking, challenging her like a small child would, but Belphie managed to surprise her when he rolled over her body, grabbed the phone and threw it to the other side of the room.

“Belphie!”

He shushed, sealing her lips under his hand before hugging her body with all four limbs, trapping her under the covers.

MC could’ve complained and hit him until he let her go to retrieve the phone, but that would’ve meant pissing him off and staring at the screen for another hour or until her friend decided it was time to show some interest in MC’s life.

…

Whoa.

…

So that’s what it was.

That simple, uh?

MC waited for something to happen at her epiphany. Nausea, panic, heavy breathing. Instead, she felt an overpowering sense of relief. Her heartbeat evened and the frown she didn’t know she had in her forehead disappeared.

No headache, no memories. For once, no nothing.

“You’re not dying, aren’t you?”

Belphie’s head rose, looking at her with suspicion, but her eyes were stuck in the ceiling.

“Why? Would you feel guilty?

He stood over her then, pouting and frowning, and MC had to stop herself from laughing.

“Okay, you know what? I already said I was sorry. You can’t hold that against me for the rest of your life”

“I will as long as I can get something out of it”

“You’re evil”

“Said the demon”

His head fell face first on the pillow with a thud and if she didn’t know him any better, she’d be worried about him suffocating to death during the night.

“Why did you ask that, tho?” MC finally talked.

“Your heart stopped for a second” he shrugged and mumbled, his hold on her hand stronger than before.

“Oh… Well… Don’t worry. I’m okay”

“Are you sure?”

No, not really, but she didn’t want to talk about it in that moment. Maybe another time, when her speech wasn’t slurred due to sleep and she could organize her thoughts with a clear mind.

She hummed as an answer before speaking one last time.

“Goodnight, Belphie”

“Sweet dreams, MC”

He’d make sure of that.

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MC had been quiet for a while. Not out of sadness nor ire, but something much more private. Something that left her pensive and still, staring into nothing with a serious expression. She laughed and talked with the brothers and, from what he heard, she enjoyed going to the gym with Beel, but Lucifer knew there was another factor escaping his reach.

Whatever it was, it changed MC for the better, so he was happy.

Even when the strangest ideas crossed her mind.

“I think I’m going to cut my hair”

He looked at her, clicking his tongue in disapproval when he saw her sitting sideways in one of the chairs with her feet resting in the other. She had a book resting in her lap. How long had she been looking at him and not reading?

“May I ask why?”

“I need a change”

Lucifer stared, taking his glasses off before crossing his arms over the document he was previously reading. MC got up and walked, zigzagging her way towards his desk as if she was drunk, but she looked as hopeful as ever.

“Did something happen?”

She nodded, ignoring his question right after.

“One of these days I’m just gonna… grab a glass of wine, go to the bathroom and bam! Haircut”

He raised an eyebrow, trying to hide a smile at her words. He hadn’t seen her so playful in months and the sudden change felt like a breath of fresh air.

“Do you even like wine, MC?”

“That’s not the point”

“And you shouldn’t use scissors while drunk, especially near your head” he ignored her “If it’s money you’re worried about, I can pay for a good hairdresser”

She laughed and shook her head, partially sitting on the desk. They stayed silent for a few seconds and Lucifer let himself observe her, how she bit her bottom lip deep in thought and how her fingers intertwined with a certain force. She was probably hurting herself at that point.

“I just really need a change”

He could tell there was more she wanted to say, but that seemed to be enough for the moment. The silence afterwards felt full with comfort.

“That’s fine”

MC nodded and sent him a small smile before going back to the chair, this time sitting with her knees stuck to her chest, but before he could put his glasses on to continue his work, she spoke again.

“Here’s what we’re going to do: I cut my hair in the bathroom and then you take me to the hairdresser to style it. Sounds good?”

“Are you going to drink while using the scissors?”

“I’m not a child, Lucifer”

“Might as well”

“Hey!”

“Just joking” he laughed, but MC could tell there was some seriousness behind his smile.

“I drink wine, I cut my hair and you check I don’t stab myself on accident, how about that?”

Lucifer pondered about it, envisioning himself behind her and watching over her reflection in the mirror, a bottle of wine in the countertop and another of Demonus waiting for them in the music room. She’d be the one to clean the aftermath, that bit was obvious, but something told him she wouldn’t really care about that.

The more he thought about it, the less strength he had to fight it. She could’ve asked Asmodeus or Mammon, but she asked him. MC wanted him to be with her during her progress, as stupid as the method was.

“Sounds like a plan to me, MC”

Her smile at his words was worth millions.

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It wasn’t until several hours had passed that MC wondered if Levi invited her to his room with a hidden motive in mind.

The anime came out less than a day ago and she’d never even seen an ad about it, but he’d thoroughly claimed it was made for her.

And she could see why he would say that, honestly.

Sure, no ancient dying star granted her any mystical powers that allowed her to soar the skies or wear an alarmingly short sparkly dress; and she didn’t have an animal sidekick or a romantic interest that only appeared at night for some reason. She didn’t have an arch nemesis either, but she did have the closest thing.

MC was the selfish one, apparently, because how could she? How could MC have the audacity to ignore her best friend’s messages in her desperate times of need? Her boyfriend broke up with her because he discovered the cheating and no one was there to remind her of feeding the cat, neither to monitor her diet nor to fix the consequences of her bad decisions. She was in the lowest point of her life and MC dared to lose weight and spend time with her new friends? Outrageous!

MC unlocked her phone and stared in silence at the new text and voice messages, as well as some missed calls.

You disappoint me, MC.

After all I did for you?

I’ll die and it’ll be your fault.

I’ll die and I’ll make sure you’re the one to discover my body.

You’ll never be able to forget about me then.

You’re disgusting.

MC stared at the screen, not knowing if she should laugh or cry about it. In the end she chuckled and forced down the sting in her throat.

The TV in front of her suddenly turned into a kaleidoscope and she squinted as the heroine jumped from platform to platform, blasting her wand and singing spells. If she understood correctly, the cheery character was fighting her way through the first big boss of the season, her friends close behind her.

She could feel Levi’s eyes on her, no doubt studying her reactions to see if she liked the anime as much as he did.

“Hey, Henry!”

MC turned to look at him and smiled brightly at his rosy cheeks. She expected him to explain some hidden lore or the meaning behind the soundtrack, but he surprised her with his next words.

“Yeah?”

“I haven’t told you yet, but your hair looks so cool!”

“Oh!” she widely opened her eyes in appreciation, showing her teeth in a beaming smile right after “Thanks, Levi!”

“You look… eh… upgraded. Well, no, not upgraded. Erm…” he avoided her gaze for the next few seconds before pausing the anime, letting the room go back to silence. MC kept quiet, trying not to laugh at his awkwardness so he wouldn’t misunderstand the situation.

“You look really pretty, MC. Even better than her”

Levi nodded at the TV and MC stared at the heroine, the pause conveniently showing her winning pose. Big sparkly eyes winking at her and a knowing smile occupying half of her face, as if she was approving Levi’s affirmation.

MC felt the need to cry right then and there, but she held it in.

Her phone lighted up one last time before she grabbed it and turned it off in anger. She had a couple of seconds before the screen permanently went back to black, letting her read the last message.

Who do you think you are? How could you do this to me?

MC seethed. She knew who she was, even if she was still learning. Her hands itched and she forced herself not to throw the phone on the ground with all her strength. She still needed it to talk to other friends and relatives, after all.

After an entire minute filled with tense silence, MC spoke, suddenly meek and shy.

 “Hey Lev…”

“MC?”

He was staring her with caring eyes, unsure of what to do or what to say.

Fortunately, for the first time in a long while, MC knew what she needed to do. For herself and no one else.

“Would you help me change my phone number?”

She could write down the numbers of those she cared about the most and send a message asking them not to share hers without her permission.

Take care of her arch nemesis without destroying the entire world. Accept the help of people who showed joy at her improvement. Buy new clothes, change her style, cut her hair.

God, walking without that heavy weight on her shoulders would be difficult and painful, but she’d rather die before letting her ex best friend destroy her will and power one last time.

She laughed with a choke and Levi gasped her name.

She was crying.

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@ourfinalisation

[inlovewithquestionablecharacters]

Hey,

could you please write a Hannibal one-shot, where fem!reader is from Europe and one of Alana‘s best friends.She meets Hannibal accidentaly at Alana‘s house and over months they bond over literature/culture, as she dearly misses her home. They often try to recreate a scene from a book, except this time the scene is partially sexual in the end.The reader thinks Hannibal would stop before the scene, but he just goes on (smut?)

Hannibal X Reader: Words on paper

Warnings: smut, oral (f receiving), Handjob, kissing, mutual pinning, female reader, no use of y/n.

Word count: 1,9K

When you first arrived you were worried you wouldn’t fit in. Alana had gone above and beyond to assure you that everything would be just fine. The two of you had met when Alana spent a small time in Europe for a college course and from the moment you met you’d become fast friends. When you told her you’d be going to America for some time she was quick to invite you to stay at her house, assuring you she had the space and that you wouldn’t be a bother at all. As the days went on you found yourself growing more and more comfortable. The two of you would go out at night, after Alana was finished with work, and she would introduce you to the most interesting people. But by far the person who most caught your eye was Hannibal. 

Your meeting wasn’t planned. Quite the contrary in fact. Hannibal had come over to Alana to discuss something about Will, one of his patients, who you also knew happened to be Alana's friend. As luck would have it you had been laying on the couch reading when the doorbell rang.

“I’ll get it!”

You placed your book on the table and padded your way over to the door. You opened the door, immediately being greeted by the sight of a man in a suit. You gave him a small smile.

“Hello. How can I help?”

“Oh Hello. I'm Looking for Alana Bloom.”

“I’m here.”

Alana peeked out from behind you, calling Hannibal's attention to her. You stepped to the side allowing Alana to move forward. She whispered a small thanks to you as she leaned against the door.

“Everything okay?”

“I came to talk about Will he- Sorry who is that?”

Alana turned to look at you as you walked deeper into the house.

“Oh she’s a friend from Europe. She’s staying with me for a while.”

She stopped to think for a moment. 

“Actually I think the two would get along great. Just a sec.”

You heard Alana call your name causing you to stop where you were and turn around.  She motioned you over with her hand. You made your way back to the two of them. Alana introduced you to Hannibal who placed his hand out to you. You took it, giving it a good shake.

“Pleased to meet you.”

“The pleasure is all mine.”

The rest is history. 

You’d nagged Alana to give you Hannibals number and pretty soon the two of you were seeing each other everyday. You still made sure you had time to hang out with Alana but whenever you weren't with her you were with Hannibal. The two of you shared a passion for art and literature. Hannibal became a connection to your home. The two of you spent hours pouring over the most ancient works known to man. He’d help you with your English and you let him practice his Italian on you. Things between you seemed to click with such ease it was like you had been made for each other.

You and Hannibal had a designated activity for each day of the week. On Mondays you discussed his FBI work, because your view of things helped him quite a lot. Tuesdays were for talking about art and Wensdays were home cooked dinner at Hannibal's house. Thursdays were for Noir films and Fridays you saved for your Girls night out with Alana. But of all the days your favorite was saturday. On Saturdays you’d go over to Hannibal's house and the two of you would act out a scene from the book one of you was currently reading. Neither of you knew what the scene would entail. You found out as you acted it out. 

In all honesty you should have expected the scene to take the turn that it did. There had been signs from the beginning that this was the road you were heading down. It was a romance novel after all. The more you read the more your body is filled with an anxious feeling. You knew Hannibal would stop before things went too far. He’d done it before with other books so you expected him to do it again.

You were wrong.

 You had just begun reading the new paragraph, fully committed to your character.

“He gazed at her, his eyes boring into hers. She watched him take a step forward….”

You stopped, your eyes moving over the next words. In the book the male character, Hannibal, was supposed to kiss the female character, you. You looked up at Hannibal unsure of what to do.

“Keep reading.”         

“O-okay. Uhm. His hand wound around her waist.”

You felt Hannibal's hand against your body. Your breath quickened at the action. You glanced at the page, realizing your character had a line.

“We shouldn’t do this.”

“Why not?”

“It's forbidden. You know what my father will say.”

“Since when do you care about what your father says?”

Hannibal's gaze never left his book but his delivery of his lines seemed so real you couldn't help but get lost in your little fantasy. You turned your page and began to read again.

“Before she was able to response he silenced her with-muff”

He silenced her with a kiss. That was what was written. And that is exactly what Hannibal did. Your book nearly fell from your hand at the surprise you felt as Hannibal's lips met yours. You managed to keep your grip on it as your other hand moved to hold onto Hannibal's neck. Once he pulled away he gazed at your flustered expression for a moment before turning his attention back to the book. He started to read the next passage, his actions mimicking what he read.

“He leaned down to kiss her neck. Hands grabbing desperately at her body as the desire for her grew inside him.”

You gasped as you felt Hannibal suck on your skin, his free hand squishing the flesh of your hip.  

“He wanted to taste her. He wanted to see her squirm beneath him.”

“Hannibal.”

He was fully committed to the story. He would have read through the rest of the chapter if you’d let him. But the whine of his name coming out of your mouth made him break character. He looked at your blush stained cheeks and the dilated state of your pupils. You wanted this just as much as he did. 

Screw the book. 

You two would write your own scene.

Your books crashed to the floor as both of you moved to tug at each other's clothes. You tugged at Hannibal's shirt, removing it from his pants. He continued to assault your neck, his tongue lapping at the skin as he struggled with your zipper. You tangled into each other, moving across the room without any particular destination. You bumped into his harpsichord, wincing at the contact. Hannibal stopped moving at the sound, his head moving to look at you.

“Are you alright?”

“I’m okay. Just wasn’t expecting that.”

The two of you broke into laughter as you finally took in the situation you found yourself in.

“Gosh you make me feel like a schoolgirl with a crush.”

“I know the feeling. When I'm around you I feel like a teenager. Everything you do excites me.”

You give him a playful shove causing him to smile. You grin up at him, moving to place a gentle kiss to his lips. 

“Would you mind if we moved this to the bedroom?”

“Not at all. Lead the way.”

Hannibal had been griping at you so fiercely you thought for a moment he didn’t know how to be gentle. 

He proved you wrong. 

Your hands curled into his hair as he buried his face into your cunt. His hands held onto your thighs, keeping you from squirming from him. A moan escaped your lips as he sucked on your clit. You were sure the way you were clawing at his skull must hurt but Hannibal didn’t seem to mind. He was fully content in lapping at your cunt for the rest of the night if it meant you’d continue to moan the way you were. Your vision was starting to become blurry as your eyes continually rolled to the back of your head. You gasped as Hannibal's fingers moved inside you, helping his tongue bring you to your peek. His name spilled from your mouth like a prayer. You spasmed beneath him, causing Hannibal to tighten his grip on your body. He lapped up your cum, feeling your body sag into the bed as you came down from your high. 

You moved your hand off his head, a sharp pain shooting through your arm. You hadn’t realized how hard you’d been holding onto him until your body relaxed. Hannibal kissed your thigh making you look down at him. You watched him make his way up your body, stopping to suck on your breasts for a moment before coming face to face with you. You gave him a lazy grin which he returned with a toothy smile. He leaned down, placing a kiss to your lips. You wrapped your arms around his neck, anchoring your body to his. 

As much as Hannibal wanted to fuck you he could tell you were tired. He pushed himself off you, laying beside you in the bed. You turned to lay on your side so you could watch him. His hand moved to his dick, wrapping around it. You inched yourself closer to his body, lips moving to kiss his neck. Hannibal's hand began to pump his dick, eye closing as he did so. You kissed his jawline, your hand moving over his chest. Hannibal let out small grunts as his pace quickened. You body was completely spent but you managed to lay on Hannibal's chest, your hand moving closer to where he was. The feeling of your palm on his hand made Hannibal's eyes snap open. He saw the top of your head, his gaze moving to where your hand was. You wrapped your hand over his. He called out your name causing you to lift your head from his chest.

“Yes?”

“What are you doing?”

“Helping you out.”

“You don;t have too. I know you're tired.”

“Shh, relax. I want to.”

Hannibal released his hand from his dick, allowing your hand to take his place. Your thumb moved over the head, gathering the pre cum that was there. Hannibal gasped as your hand began to move, stroking his dick at a slow pace. His hips bucked up, searching for his release. You continued to pump him, your head moving so that you could place kisses on his chest. Your teeth scraped at his neck as you began moving up his body. Hannibal's hand wound into your hair as you kissed him, tugging his bottom lip with your teeth. His dick twitched against your hand, causing you to speed up your movements. Hannibal moaned out your name as his seed spilled into your hands. 

You relaxed into Hannibal's chest, arm moving to wrap around his waist. Hannibal nuzzled his face into your hair, taking in the scent of your shampoo. Your eyes fluttered shut as exhaustion started to creep up on you. Hannibal noticed the shift in your breathing, realizing you were beginning to fall asleep. He tugged the sheets over both of your bodies, making sure to cover your bare skin from the cold. He let out a sigh relaxing into the bed as sleep washed over him.

[mistressroxielove]

Hey everyone~ I'm back, and this time with a new fixation!

Long story short, I've discovered the new Fairly Oddparents reboot, absolutely loved it and was inspired to make this AU idea for the show! With a slight reimagine/redesign of the characters as well. And the first one I decided to do was Peri!

Here's some more info about my AU:

Fairly Odd Parents AU/Rewrite

Au Name: FairlyOdd Brother

Summary:

Perri (previously known as Poof) recently graduated from Fairy Godparents School and is eager to start granting Wishes for his very own godchild! Only problem is that with his lack of experience Jorgen is weary of giving him an assignment and keeps finding excuses/reasons to not give him a godkid. Realizing it might be a 1,000 years before they give him a chance to be a Fairy Godparent, Perri decides he needs to be a little bold and perhaps, bend Da Rules, to get his foot in the door so to speak. And his answer comes to him from a new neighbor in his human home, a family with a sweet shy 10 year old girl who is absolutely miserable. Perhaps Perri might be able to offer this girl a little comfort and fun as her new Fairy Godbrother!?

(Basically the same premise of the show, except Perri’s first godchild is Hazel, and through a technicality in the rule book, becomes her god brother instead of her godparent.)

ALSO please note this AU is more of a slight reimagine of the original show, meaning I did tweaked / changed some of the characters personality to match the new story I made for them. Nothing majorly different, but again just a heads up before you read on. Hope you like it~

Name: Hazel Wells

Age: 10

Sex: Female

Physical Description: 

Basically the same as the show's design, I slightly changed her shirt to become a sweater with a turtleneck. I sorta did that by accident when drawing her, but I ended up really liking the look and thought it matched the semi new personality I gave her so I kept it. 

Personality: 

-Hazel is a very sweet and kind person with some quirky interest, more or less similar to the canon version of her in the show

-The big difference between my Hazel and the shows is that she’s much more shy and awkward than in the actual show

-Feeling very out of place in a new city/school with her brother off at college and her parents working much more than usual has left the poor girl more shy and anxiety ridden than usual. 

-She still likes rocks and manga like in the show, but in her old school she was bullied and made fun of for her interest, so she’s more shy/embarrassed to admit what she likes

-But she still tries to be a good person and do the right thing whenever she can, just again she hindered by her shyness and fear of being bullied and made fun of, just wants to fit in and be an average kid

Other fun facts:

-Was bullied a lot in her last school, her parents and teacher tried to help her but despite their best effort it did little to stop the problem. It wasn’t until her older brother Anthony started to walk her to and from school that helped deter the other bullies from picking on her. Though Anthony meant well for helping his little sister, his method of helping her did little to teach Hazel how to actually stand up for herself and how to deal with bullies in general. Now without him around and her parents busy with their work, she is unintentionally thrown into a new situation with no social skills on how to defend herself from other people or how to even make any friends (she didn’t really have any of those back home). But perhaps with the help of a certain periwinkle fairy she might be able to learn to socialize and how to defend herself from bullies, and hopefully become just an average kid with friends and learn to thrive in the new city. 

-Essentially Peri is the one to teach and encourage her to be more bold, as he’s the one to really get her to make wishes freely and to try new things and to teach her to not be afraid of anyone or anything, slowly with his help she becomes more and more like the canon version of Hazel in the show. As Peri ends up being a good role model to her.   

Short summary of how she ended up with Peri:

Moving into a new city feeling all alone. Since her parents are excited to be here with both of them finally getting their dream jobs, Hazel tries to act ‘mature’ about the situation and tries to put on a brave face for her parents. But in reality is having a hard time in her new environment, as she finds herself in a new school and too shy to make friends, let alone talk to anyone. The only person talking to her is Dev who is supposedly ‘famous’ or something. (she doesn’t recognize him and doesn’t really acknowledge him, much to Dev’s surprise). 

If that wasn’t bad enough her parents are working much more at their new jobs and have essentially left her to be watched by the neighbor next door, a strange though friendly guy named Peri. She and Peri get along okay, and she’s mostly pushed through with the reminder that her brother will be visiting this weekend, and surely once she talks to him she’ll know everything will be just fine.

But things fall apart when being watched by Peri she gets a call from her brother stating due to the weather he won’t be able to visit this week and won’t be able to come up until at least his next break, Which is a couple months away! Distraught by this news Hazel prepares to pack up and leave to try and somehow get to her brother on her own, only to be stopped by her ‘babysitter’ who tries to reason with her and talk her out of it. Despite his usually persuasive ways she’s simply too upset to think straight and in a fit of frustration wishes she could just fly to Anthony. Which, similar to the actual show's first episode, causes Peri to turn her into a fly!  

The part of the episode happens similar to the original first episode, with Peri trying to get Hazel home before her parents come back from their work. He eventually does but again similar to the first episode Hazel gets stuck in a venus fly trap as Peri tries to get her to wish to turn back into her original form. After the talk with the ant Hazel realizes her mistake and finally wishes to become human again before her parents could discover what went wrong.

After the commotion, Hazel goes to Peri’s apartment to question who he is and what the heck just happened. Peri tries to deny it but during their conversation he realizes that technically speaking…..Hazel did have good and caring parents. They weren’t the reason why she was sad and miserable, she was miserable because her brother wasn’t with her anymore and she desperately missed him. And technically speaking, there was no rule or need to ask Jorgen or the fairy council to become a kids Godbrother. He only needed their permission to be a Godparent. And besides……..he more than understood the feeling of missing a big brother.

After talking and realizing just how miserable this poor girl was, Peri decides to take a gamble and formally introduce himself to her as her new Fairy Godbrother! In similar fashion to how he introduced himself to Dev in the original show. Making a promise to take Hazel from being a shy and scared girl into a brave and bold kid with lots of fun and magic along the way. 

Hazel, after the smoke and glitter shimmers away for the first time, feels pure joy at the sight, and for the first time feels confident and even excited for the future, and what this city and the people have to offer her! 

Sooooo ya, tell me what you guys think! Any questions or suggestions for the AU I would love to hear, good to be back!

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💤. 𝐒𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐲 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 | Stalker!Ari Levinson x reader (College AU)

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | DARK THEMES AND ELEMENTS, SMUT - minors DNI, NON-CON, DARK!Ari Levinson, stalking, implied drugging. College IT!Ari, camboy!Ari, outcast!Ari, size difference: 6’8!Ari. non-consensual filming & posting, perving, somnophilia, dirty talk, daddy kink, dry humping, size kink, masturbation (f & m), slight cumplay. 

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 | Beware the quiet ones.

𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐎𝟑

𝗪/𝗖 | 1.3K

𝗔/𝗡 | this is my entry for @boxofbonesfic Friday the 13th Challenge, and I picked stalker. Here’s the Pinterest board. this is my first time participating in a challenge, so i'm a little nervous, but here we go !! this is a dark fic, the warnings have been given—if you don’t like it, don’t read. all mistakes are my own. [all asks & drabbles]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐅𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 & 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲: @𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲

˗ˏˋ𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭ˎˊ˗ ⋰˚ 𝐂.𝐄. & 𝐂𝐨. 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

“I’ll call you when it’s fixed or if anything c-comes up…” 

You nod, quickly gathering your things. His throat tightens, fingers itching for yours. “I-I could walk you home, I don’t have any more appointments today.” 

“It’s fine. I live on campus.” 

“But it’s getting dark—”

“I’m okay.” You repeat firmly, softening the blow with a smile, “but thank you, Ari, I appreciate it.” 

You don’t give him another chance to protest and leave. When you step out, the smell of rain engulfs you, cool air washing away any traces of him, but your goosebumps never leave. 

Whatever. At least it’s done. 

You flip up your hood and start the short trek home, forcing yourself not to glance back—even though you just know he’s watching from the window. 

Desperate times called for desperate measures, and since your coursework list was neverending, you had no choice but to book an appointment with the IT department. One click, one stupid click on a link was all it took for your laptop to go haywire and then completely unresponsive. 

You couldn’t afford to miss another deadline, even if that meant sitting face-to-face with the campus outcast. 

Nothing was wrong with being alone or preferring solitude, but Ari had a strange energy around him. It was suffocating and unsettling, either too quiet, too friendly, or too close. 

There weren’t many places for him to hide with his towering height and broad stature, yet he blended in almost too naturally, adapting to the surrounding space as if he belonged there—when that was far from the truth. He didn’t belong anywhere, regardless of how hard he tried to pretend so.

The only tell was the feeling of being watched. 

His blue eyes set in steely glare, dissecting you like one of those dead specimens on the aluminum tray.  

You had a lab with him one year, and you remember the shivers crawling up your spine when he smiled and made his way over. You thank the universe every day that Natasha slid into the free chair and asked very loudly if you’d be her partner.  

“He’s a fucking weirdo.” Natasha grumbled in disgust, glaring at his retreating back, “I don’t have to know him to know he’s into freaky shit.”

Rumours were always just gossip, ill judgment spreading around like wildfire but at this point, you’d believe anything about him, anything to fill that empty void of unease.

Was there any proof that he was into fucked up shit? Or that he was a dark web lurker or a disgusting pervert? No, but your gut told you to flee whenever he was around and that was enough.

Ari was a proud introvert, an odd balance between shy and awkwardly friendly. A small part of you pities him—the different, nerdy reject shrouded in alleged disturbed mystery. You’d never admit it but he was devilishly handsome and in an alternative dimension, he’d be exactly your type. 

In any other classes you shared, you purposefully arrived late so he couldn’t sit next to you and so far,  it’s kept him at bay. You felt weird around him but so did everyone else. 

If there were something truly wrong with him, all of those lingering suspicions would’ve exposed him by now, or at least that’s what you tell yourself.

It was easy to blame everything on stress, the pressure of school and your impending future weighing heavy on your shoulders. Like most lonely nights, you dive into the virtual passions of the Internet. 

With earbuds in, you scroll through the profiles, your gaze lingering on the lewd photos and biographies. One catches your attention, a little red ‘Top Hot 20’ pinned by the username and a teasing picture of flexed abs and a dark happy trail. You read over his most recent videos: 

Jerking off and cumming in library (almost caught) – public masturbation

Eating sleeping girlfriend’s wet pussy – puffy clit, spitting, pussy slapping

You tap on the last one:

Dry humping girlfriend while she sleeps – dirty talk, cum shot

Clean runners softly pad on the carpet floor, the blanket is pulled back and exposes the girl’s backside. The dim flash barely illuminates her body, just an outline of her figure bathed in the moonlight. His big hand caresses her thighs, wasting no time in rubbing over her core. 

Almost in a trance, you replicate his motions, tracing over your clothed slit as a quiet breath flutters from your lips, drowned out by his heavy groan.

“Look at you, all ready for daddy…” He rasps, his words slurred, “You knew what I needed tonight, huh?” He touches her petals, spreading the panty-clad folds, “Such a cute little pussy, Want me to fuck you?”  

She sleepily rocks against his hand and he laughs, silencing her murmurs with a hand on her back. He manhandles her as he pleases, tossing pillows and blankets to the floor before straddling the back of her thighs.

You exhale and dip your fingers beneath the band of your underwear, seeking that needy bundle. Tingles fill your tummy while you circle your hole, gathering your juices up to your clit. 

His fist squeezes his base and slides up to the angry red tip, smearing the pearly dribbles with his thumb. He’s thick and long, veins protruding from the smooth girth before disappearing under his bushy pubic hair. He grinds against her ass, his pre cum leaking all over her panties.

“You’re so fucking wet, I can smell you.” 

With heavy groans, he rocks against her and the camera shakes. Primal thrusts slide his solid cock between her cheeks, staining the poor cotton. His big hand lands a series of harsh spanks, they’re so hard you feel the burning sensation too. 

You fuck yourself with your fingers in time with his grinds and whine, imagining his fat length rubbing against you just like that. 

“One of these days I’m gonna rub my sack all over your cunt. Get you all messy.” A forceful thrust sends the girl sliding a few inches up the bed. “Awh, you dropped your stuffie, little dummy.” He reaches out of the frame and returns with a stuffed animal. 

It takes you less than a second to recognize the black and white spots. To your horror, he places the stuffie on a pillow and pets the head right between the small horns. 

“There we go, gotta make sure Milky is watching. You gonna be quiet for me now, baby?” He laughs, “oh, why am I even asking? It’s not like you can wake up anyway.” 

Your heart plummets to the ground, shattering every layer of the Earth until falling into the endless oblivion of space.

“Can’t wait to fuck your ass, maybe I’ll do it while you’re sleeping, just like how I ate your cute cunt.” He spits, roughly groping her—your flesh, “bet you woke up all sore. Was wondering why you were so sensitive, like someone tortured your pussy.” He curses lowly and his hips stutter,  “sorry for bein’ so mean. You make me into a fucking animal.” 

All air is yanked from your body when his cum spurts out, covering your panties and lower back. He groans shamelessly, jerking off with his own seed to expel every last drop before pulling down the back of your stained panties. He rubs it into your skin like a sick claim of ownership. 

“I love you so much, baby. You have no fuckin’ clue.”

Despite the lightheadedness, you scroll to the comments. Every blink momentarily focuses your blurry vision on the bright screen: 

Cute stuffed animal lol

should’ve taken her panties off. I wanted to see that pretty pussy

damn, she’s knocked out cold. How does she sound when she’s awake?

MrSinister: absolutely divine. She’ll be awake in my next video, I promise.

𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: my oh my 🫡 i feel very dirty, like i need to physically scrub my brain from this whore behaviour. happy Saturday besties.

𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞! be sure to check out the other fics for bones' challenge !!

As always, I hope you all enjoyed this and I’d love to hear your thoughts/feedback !! <3 — ☼ 𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐊𝐨-𝐟𝐢 ☼

I don’t do taglists anymore. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐅𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 & 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲: @𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲

[captainsophiestark]

Parents Weekend

Platonic!Percy Jackson x Reader

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Written for my personal fic writing challenge for 2024, Sophie's Year of Fic! Featuring a new fic being posted every Friday, all year long :)

Fandom: Percy Jackson

Summary: Percy's clear-sighted mortal cousin on his mom's side flies out to California to visit Percy for his first parents weekend away from home, at New Rome University.

Word Count: 2,166

Category: Fluff

A/N: This is full of spoilers for every book that features Percy Jackson, so if you're a new fan brought in by the show, welcome! But this fic might not be for you, unless you really don't mind spoilers. Also, it is loosely related to this other platonic Percy fic I wrote, but you don't need to read one to understand the other

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"HALT! Not another step without approval!"

I jumped backwards as a talking statue appeared in front of me out of nowhere, stopping me right on the threshold of the city of New Rome. Of all the things I'd seen as a clear-sighted mortal, this ranked among the weirdest for sure.

"Who are you, and on what authority are you here?"

"Uh... I'm Percy Jackson's cousin, and I'm here to visit him at college?"

The statue narrowed his eyes at me.

"Percy Jackson's cousin, hm? I know him well. He spent quite a lot of time when he first got here disobeying and disrespecting my rules. But we killed a giant together, and he defended Rome honorably. So as long as you are not armed...?"

The statue raised an eyebrow at me, and I quickly held out my hands and shook my head to show him I didn't have anything on me. He narrowed his eyes, then nodded curtly.

"Then you may enter. Tell him hello, and to get a haircut."

"Yes sir."

The statue nodded, clearly pleased, as I walked past him and into the city of New Rome. Percy had told me all about his adventures whenever we caught up with each other, and I felt fairly confident that I'd just met Terminus, the Roman boundary god. He was even more uptight than Percy had said.

It was a beautiful fall day in California, the sun lighting up the Oakland hills and creating just the right amount of warmth. I stared around in awe at the city before me, which practically sparkled in the sun.

Percy had told me all about it, and I'd even seen a few pictures. But nothing quite compared to seeing it in person.

I joined the crowds moving through the city, laughing and talking with one another. Luckily for me, a very easy to find street sign pointed me in the direction of New Rome U, and I started heading in that direction.

Percy had just started college this fall, moving all the way across the country just when I'd finally settled for the long haul in New York. I gave him a bit of teasing for that, but I knew how happy he was to be going here (especially with Annabeth) and how hard he'd worked to get in, so I really was happy for him. I'd just made him promise to visit New York often, which I knew he would do for more family members than just me.

What I hadn't told him was that I also intended to visit him. This weekend was officially "parents' weekend" at NRU. Sally and Paul couldn't come, since Estelle was still a baby, but I had no such limitations. I'd booked a flight the second Sally had told me the date, and now, I was finally here.

Percy had no idea. As far as he knew, he had nothing special happening this weekend. I couldn't wait to see his face when I surprised him.

My head was on a swivel the minute I set foot on campus, looking for my favorite cousin. He wasn't short, so I hoped he'd be easily visible over the heads of people in the crowd, but I wandered between buildings and students with no luck. I needed a better plan.

It didn't take me long to come up with one, thankfully. A big, beautiful fountain sat in the middle of a cluster of university buildings, so I headed right for it and hopped up on the ledge, standing tall and scouting the crowds from my new vantage point. After a minute, I heard a surprised voice from behind me.

"Y/N?"

I whipped around to find Percy standing at the top of some stairs, apparently just coming from class in the building. He was hand in hand with his girlfriend Annabeth, which always made me happy to see. I beamed at him and waved like a maniac before hopping down and heading his direction.

"What are you doing here?" he called, momentarily dropping Annabeth's hand to race towards me, meeting me halfway across the square. I laughed as he picked me up in a tight hug and spun me around.

"It's parents' weekend for New Rome University, isn't it?" I asked, once my feet were back on the ground. "I might not be your parent, but I'm pretty sure the event has changed to mean 'family weekend' by this point."

"Why didn't you tell me you were coming!" he cried, laughing a little as he apparently didn't quite believe I was really here. Annabeth joined us, a smile on her face to match mine and Percy's.

"Because I wanted to surprise you, duh!" I laughed and pulled Annabeth into a tight hug, which she returned. "It's so good to see you both! Oh, and Percy, Terminus said you need to get a haircut."

Percy groaned and shook his head while Annabeth laughed.

"You met Terminus? How did you even get in here?"

"I name-dropped you for street cred with Terminus, obviously," I teased. Percy rolled his eyes, but he was still smiling. "And I might have found a way to reach out to a friend you mentioned had some power here. Frank Zhang was very nice when a total stranger appeared through a very shaky Iris message asking him to let me into his camp."

Percy and Annabeth both laughed at that, sharing a smile.

"I'll have to remember to thank Frank for the assist," said Percy.

"I actually have some of your mom's cookies with me for that exact purpose."

Percy's mouth dropped open in outrage. "And you didn't bring any for me?"

"Did I say that?"

I turned and reached into my bag, then pulled out a tupperware container of Sally's famous blue chocolate chip cookies.

"These are for you. I ate mine on the plane, and I have a batch of purple ones for Frank, since that's Camp Jupiter's colors."

"My mom is amazing," Percy breathed, the box of cookies already opened with one in his hand.

"Yeah. Yeah, she is. Now come on, I flew all the way out here from New York to hang out with you. I want to see your new school and hear about all your classes and everything else. Just tell me where we're going first."

Percy grinned. "I know the perfect spot."

My cousin didn't disappoint. Annabeth had to do a bit of work to prepare for the coming week, so after getting a promise from her to meet us later, Percy and I hiked to the top of a beautiful hill overlooking the entirety of Camp Jupiter, apparently called the Garden of Bacchus. With the sun shining and a slight breeze blowing, I quite literally couldn't have imagined anything more perfect.

"You know, I love New York. But I could stand living somewhere with more weather like this," I mused. Percy laughed.

"Yeah, it's a perk. I do miss the city sometimes though."

"Of course. But you'll be home for the break, right?"

"Yup. Annabeth's coming with me. I can't wait to see my mom, and Paul and Estelle. And we'll probably visit camp, which will be nice."

"I'm sure everyone will be excited to see you. Just don't forget to come visit your favorite cousin in fun places I can actually get to," I said, nudging him in the shoulder a little as I teased him. He grinned right back at me.

"Never."

"Good. Because otherwise I'll have to come track you down, and based on what you've told me about Camp Half-Blood, I'd have a hell of a time getting into that place."

"If any mortal could pull it off, I bet it'd be you."

I grinned, and Percy smiled. We paused for a minute, taking in the gentle breeze and bustling city below us, then I spoke up again.

"Alright, so catch me up. How's everything? Classes? Annabeth? Being on the West Coast? Any more of the Olympians trying to give you trouble?"

Percy frowned at the mention of the Olympians, which seemed incredibly fair to me.

"Thankfully no, at least for now. Otherwise, things have been good. It's still a little weird to be here, and I miss a lot of people back home, but I have a lot of friends here too. Mostly I'm just happy to finally have some normal life time with Annabeth."

"I can't think of two people who deserve it more." Percy huffed in agreement as I continued. "And one of the hardest parts of college is leaving behind people you love to go do what you need to do out in the world. But like you said, there's a lot of people you love and who love you here, too. And you know me and Sally and everyone else in New York will always leave our doors open for whenever you want to come back."

Percy gave me a small smile.

"I know. And I'll always be happy to see you visiting me here, or wherever else I might go. Especially if you keep bringing my mom's cookies with you."

I laughed. "Yeah, that makes sense. I think her cookies could open most doors for me, honestly."

"For sure."

We took a moment, smiling and laughing and breathing in the fresh air. Then finally, I sighed and stood, facing Percy with my hands on my hips.

"Alright, I've gotten the bird's eye view and I'm finally warm again after New York got that early cold snap. Now let's see what else this Roman camp has to offer."

The more we walked around, the more my jaw dropped. It looked just like the pictures I'd seen of Rome and Italy as a whole, places I'd always dreamed about visiting. Only bright, shiny, new, and right here in front of me, where I could reach out and touch it.

As we walked around and Percy gave me the full campus tour, we found more and more people who knew him, smiling and calling out hellos as we passed each other. I beamed every time, happy to see my little cousin doing so well. He'd been through hell, but he seemed at peace here. Settled, in a way I hadn't really seen him before.

"The camp itself has pegasi stables and stuff, but we'd need to get special permission to visit them," Percy explained as we walked into the plaza where I'd first found him, headed for 'the best coffee shop this side of the Mississippi'. The basic tour was completed, so we were on our way to meet Annabeth. "I can ask Frank about that, maybe. How long are you here?"

"I'm staying for the whole parents' weekend, so hopefully that means I get to see the pegasi! The day I met Blackjack might still be my best day ever."

Percy laughed as we walked through the door, a bell jingling happily over our heads. Annabeth waved to us from a table near the window, and we headed her direction.

"I think Blackjack enjoyed that day, too. He always likes to be appreciated."

"He's a flying horse. Who the hell isn't appreciating him?"

Percy just shrugged as we joined Annabeth at her table. She grinned and slid two drinks our way, one for each of us.

"Percy told me your order. Hopefully they got it right."

"I'm sure they did," I said, taking a careful sip. My jaw would've dropped, if I weren't incredibly determined not to let a single drop go to waste. "That is... actually maybe the best thing I've ever had."

"Right?" Percy grinned as he sipped his own drink.

"So, what did the two of you get up to?" asked Annabeth.

"Percy gave me the whole campus tour," I said, smiling as I leaned back in my seat, leisurely sipping my drink. The sun coming through the windows gently warmed my face, and I could've stayed right there for the rest of the day and been perfectly happy. "We hiked up to the Garden of Bacchus too, and I got a bird's eye of this whole place. I know I'll probably never get to see Camp Half-Blood to compare, but... this place is stunning."

"It really is."

Annabeth and Percy shared a smile, and he took her hand across the table. I beamed. I loved Annabeth, and I loved the two of them together. I'd never met somebody other than Annabeth who got such an immediate, unanimous family seal of approval.

"So, I got the tour of campus. I heard there are pegasi stables, which I will not be leaving without seeing. But what else is a can't-miss?"

"Don't worry," said Annabeth with a grin. "I had enough time after homework to make the perfect plan."

"Athena always has a plan," said Percy. He and Annabeth shared another smile, and I couldn't help smiling with them.

"Well good. Because I'm here all weekend, and this seems like a city I don't want to miss."

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[avianyuh]

heelllo i love your work btw, i want one also with nct127

i was thinking a MLT....

So imagine the boys having gf, they are in a very toxic relationship, but bc of work they start to spend a lot of time with a fellow artist ( they've always had a crush on her) so they hit it off right away, and have so much in common.

who's mlt break up with their current gf for their crush and why

Hmmm very interesting idea. Here's my list:

*btw, TY for the compliment. I've been kind of going through it with college lately, and writing on here is where I have fun and get to connect with all of you beautiful people. You guys make me smile and encourage my love of writing! Love all of you guys so much!*

NCT 127 MTL To Leave a Toxic Relationship and Move On Fast:

I'll be going from most likely to least likely.

MOST LIKELY:

Doyoung:

This man doesn't strike me as the type to put up with someone's negative ass. I've always gotten the sense that Doyoung knows his worth, and knows that he deserves better. So, not only would I see him not sticking around in a toxic relationship, but I also see him as the type to go after what he wants. If what he wants is someone else, he would break things off with the other person. But if it's toxic, and he's not happy, I don't think he'd have a guilty conscience.

Jaehyun:

I've read a lot of NCT astrology, specifically all of the placements that involve romantic relationships. Whenever I read about Jaehyun, everyone writes that he would be very detached in a relationship. Especially if the relationship didn't mean much to him. So, not only do I think it'd be very unlikely for him to stay in a toxic relationship, mainly because I think he'd be like, "fuck this, I'm out of here", lmao, but also because he sort of strikes me as a non-commitment type and people like that leave very easily.

These assumptions about Jaehyun are mainly based off of stuff I read in astro readings so I and everyone else should take that opinion with a grain of salt.

Haechan:

Sassy. Like Doyoung, I think he doesn't put up with bs. I also see Haechan as the flirty type. I'm not sure why, but over the years I've seen him grow into a more confident guy and he's very unapologetic with a lot of things he says. That's why I appreciate him so much. But I think he'd be honest and sit the toxic partner down, explain why it won't work between them, and then happily move on with the other person.

Slay.

Yuta:

He's kind of in the middle because though I see him as someone who knows his worth and knows he deserves better. I'm going to bring in some astrology again. Yuta is my scorpio king. Key word here; Scorpio. Scorpio's hate change. They also get attached very easily. And Yuta is a very obvious scorpio in my opinion lmao.

So though I think he knows he deserves better, and would have someone else in mind. I think having someone else in mind would make him feel like a cheater, or at the least, guilty.

So, I think inevitably, he'd cave and break it off. But I think he'd keep his distance from this new person even though he'd still be interested. I think he'd need some time to adjust.

Johnny:

PEOPLE PLEASER.

Johnny strikes me as the type of guy to have everyone around him pleading for him to leave the shitty ass relationship, but he comes up with every excuse in the book.

"Oh she was having a bad day...", "She was just tired", "She had just gotten home", "She was hungry", blah,blah,blah.

Meanwhile everyone is collectively rolling their eyes lmao.

So yeah, I could see him developing a crush. But I think that it would take quite awhile for him to leave. And even longer to start over again.

Johnny gives me 'tough on the outside but softy on the inside' vibes. I think he'd need some time to adjust before starting with someone new, just like Yuta.

Mark:

"Aye, uh, hah, so, yeah I just...uh...don't think we're good for each other dude. Um, are you gonna be okay? Shut don't cry. Ah, man I feel really bad about this but...I don't know. I met someone. NO, but I uh...Like, I'm not seeing anyone else but you. No...you know...infidelity, is that what they call it? I'm not trying to joke or anything. Oh man, how do I explain this. You know, there's probably a really good sing that would explain this situation really well, but uh, I don't remember it. Oh snap, do you? No? That's okay...I uh, just think we'd be better off as you know...um, what do they call it...oh! Friends hahaha"

*My interpretation of how this conversation would go if Mark had to break up with someone. I'd like to add that there'd be a lot of fleeting eye contact and him putting one of his hands either behind his neck, on top of his head, or snapping his fingers a lot every time he said "Um, Uh or Oh". Cue Party in the city where the heat is on. All night, on the beach till the break of dawn. Welcome to Miami. *

Mark would not only feel quilty, but would have a struggle breaking off the relationship. I think the above statement explains it.

Jungwoo:

Girl, I'm gonna be honest. Jungwoo is the 127 member I know the least about. Because of that, I have a hard to writing for him lmao. I don't know why, he gets promoted enough. I think it's because he's pretty private. Like, remember when it was announced that he has a famous actress sister. But that was a year or two ago. He's been in NCT since 2018 lmao and we just found out about his sister.

Here's the things I know about Jungwoo: 1. He's a great singer.

2.He likes to work out.

3.He's very soft spoken.

4.The man knows how to do halloween correctly.

5. He's a college boy with an engineering degree.

6.His sister acts.

Anyways...all I can really get out of Jungwoo is that he seems to be a little sensitive. Maybe that's because he comes across as quiet to me.

But because of that impression I get from him. I would say that he would be the type of guy to stick out the toxic relationship for as long as he could. Not because he's happy, but because toxic people take advantage of sensitive, kind people and convince them to stay.

Do I think he would eventually leave? Yeah. Not sure how long that would take though.

Taeyong:

*Clears throat*

Baby don't like it, whiplash. Both are songs he had a part in writing. Both speak about submission, or in BDLI, cheating/emotional cheating/jealousy.

You would think that because of the songs he's writen he'd be higher up on the list, right? WRONG.

This man has shown that he's weak lmao.

Not only is TY the ultimate people pleaser, but he's also THE MOST sensitive. I'm pretty sure every NCTzen has seen TY cry at least once.

He doesn't want to be viewed as the bad guy. I'm not eern sure if he'd leave. And if he did, I'm not sure he'd be 100% ready to move on. I think guilt would play a huge part in almost all of the groups decisions to either leave, stay or move on.

[hms-no-fun]

Do your political views influence your writing? and if they do, how so?

this is sort of a tough question. i mean obviously my political views affect my writing, i believe that's true of every writer. the "how" is throwing me for a bit of a loop though. maybe partly because pretty much my only public-facing writing at this point is godfeels, which really isn't indicative of the kind of stuff i spent my entire pre-transition life writing. which actually makes it harder for me to introspect on the subject because transition brought with it political radicalization. i'm not just a woman now, i'm a communist, and i've spent a lot more time thinking about propaganda and hierarchies and economic power dynamics. so i'm definitely more intentional about this stuff now... what the hell, let's give it the ol college try

i'm typically drawn to characters in working/middle-class positions, because those are the people i've spent most of my life around. everything i write is at least partially autobiographical, as seen in the vast majority of my pre-transition protagonists being sad adolescent/twenty-something boys crumbling under the weight of social expectations they have no interest in meeting but can't imagine an alternative to. it is frankly extremely funny how much of my early fiction was about characters who desperately wanted to transition but utterly lacked the language & framework for doing so... because i also lacked that knowledge. i have multiple hundred+ page books that i never finished because i guess i couldn't even let myself imagine what the logical conclusion would be.

in my subjects, i've always had opinionated characters who got mad about social ills. a loooooot of my old short stories started with characters arguing about politics. i was raised secular and grew up in the bible belt during the bush years. i've always had a strong moral compass and a tendency to Say Shit, and that absolutely comes through in everything i write. it's an impulse i have to tamp down on a lot, because as tempting as it is to get all your hits in whenever you can, a lot of times they come across as infantile and pointless. you know, dude standing up and giving a Big Important Speech about whatever social ill you happened to read about on tumblr that day. sometimes you can get good stuff from that you've really gotta earn it.

my current work is definitely a lot more coherently political than my old stuff. obviously the witchkind legion is my attempt to imagine a post-scarcity communist utopia that is still deeply flawed in its own unique ways. come home, wolf was a gesture in a similar direction albeit on a smaller scale, imagining a communist nation funding a rewilding initiative in collaboration with a historically oppressed werewolf population. i guess i'm thinking a lot more about The Material Conditions these days. pure character drama just doesn't do it for me anymore, it feels disconnected from the real. i want to know where my characters live and how expensive the food is. and i want my stories to be saying interesting things as much as possible, instead of repeating tired tropes out of a lack of introspection.

when i went through a Social Justice arc in my mid-twenties, i really became aware of the fact that all my stories were about straight white dudes in suburban environments. i started noticing accidental racism & sexism & homophobia & etc etc all over the place, laundered in through various unquestioned assumptions and a fairly sheltered upbringing. in hindsight this is a big reason i stopped writing fiction altogether from 2013 to 2019, that i felt totally trapped by my inherited biases. funny how much changed when i came out as transgender! these days the trick is finding ways to utilize that experience constructively. for instance, as someone who once used the r-slur with gleeful thoughtless disregard, how might i go about incorporating that experience into my writing thoughtfully? there's an understandable tendency in young writers to course correct hard around The Problematic, that i think can very often result in sterile text that's too timid to grapple with real issues. there's a learning experience attached to realizing that the r-slur (for instance) isn't just a word but a historical object, a linguistic bludgeon with valances far beyond anything within my limited sphere of experience. just because i don't use that word anymore doesn't mean other people don't, and those other people are not necessarily any more Bad than *i* was as a teenager. combined & uneven development and all that.

so now with the Upsilon Kids i'm trying to deliberately explore Problematic & Troubled Teens from a place of empathy and personal experience. i'm not setting out to Make A Point mind you, but a point will be made regardless so i might as well put some thought into it. this is another place where it's REALLY IMPORTANT to have a check on your political impulses. it's extremely easy for the desire to Make A Point completely override character voice and dramatic consistency. this is why we practice and try new things and challenge ourselves as writers, so we never feel like we've got it all Figured Out for too long.

well i hope that was a useful and not totally embarrassing answer because i'm going cross-eyed now and i absolutely don't have the attention span to proofread all that lmao

[crow-stars]

the time of spring has come, dear readers! let us celebrate with sweet drinks, a cool breeze, and a tissue box to share among the ones whose noses can't quite take the increase of pollen.

❝A FIRST SPRING❞

❦summary; there's not much pollen in the sea, now is there? or at least one merfolk have encountered before.

♪the characters in this story; azul ashengrotto, jade leech, floyd leech

✎word count;

❀what do the ghosts say?; no reader x character relationships, platonic, set during azul's first time on land, not canon-accurate, azul suffering allergies, he does not know what's going on, leech twins tease him about it but they still take care of him in their weird eel ways

☛the author's notes; a part of the @briarvalleyarchives new beginnings event! i wanted to be mean to azul and no i'm not projecting on azul again y'all are crazy /s

☪look at the catalogue?

Azul had always been curious about the seasons on land when he was younger. Books can only go so far and the young mer was desperate to learn more, among other things, about life on the land. An invite to the prestigious Night Raven College had Azul ecstatic, to be recognized by that famous Dark Mirror only boosted his confidence and determination to become better than the child he once was.

And while he thought he had long abandoned those childhood dreams he deemed foolish, a small shred of him was excited to experience the changing seasons. 

Azul’s first year began during autumn, when the leaves were colored all types of oranges, reds, gold, and warm colors. It brought a sparkle to his eyes at the sight, the colors so vibrant despite the description other students had of ‘the trees just dying’. To Azul, it was like one last goodbye, one last beautiful display before the more barren of winter. 

Even if it was barren, winter looked so beautiful. Although he felt homesick, not able to go home due to the freezing temperatures of the ocean, Azul found himself staring out the window to the snow covered grounds time and time again, glistening like hidden jewels in the sun. While the coldness and odd wetness of the snow didn’t appeal to the octo mer, this still didn’t stop Azul from looking from classroom windows. He just took a longer route whenever there was a bit more snow on the path than he liked. 

The next season was the one that Azul was most excited about. He had read so much about the flowers that bloomed and sprouted after harsh winters, the flora that decorated the trees. And, oh, when Azul saw all of that and more, he couldn’t believe his eyes. That childish twinkle seemed to be sparked once more as he stared and watched and observed the outside. 

What Azul didn’t know was the pollen that was sprinkled through the air. He awoke one morning to a tickle in his nose. Azul only rubbed his nose, carrying on with his day as normal. Unfortunately, the day didn’t continue on as normal. 

Around second period, Azul could feel his eyes watering at the edges. It was uncomfortable, along with the fact that his morning sniffle came back again, this time tickling his nose enough to cause him to sneeze. It was a quiet sneeze, something that could be described as a kitten sneezing. 

With the day carrying on further, Azul kept on sneezing, louder and louder, more frequent and more hindering to his day. His handkerchief was a constant presence in his hands, raised and ready to catch any sneezes that were bound to come soon. 

He did his best to hold them in, but that only made it worse, the sneeze after that coming with two times the force and making Azul jump in his seat. By day’s end, Azul felt exhausted, head dizzy and unable to breath well from his nose, collapsing onto the bed. 

“Azuul~” Ah. Another problem Azul didn’t need at the moment. 

Two fingers poked at Azul’s sides, making the mer’s body flinch at the touches and Azul to let out a muffled groan against his pillow. Then, Jade’s voice came close against Azul’s ear, a playful tint to his words as he spoke.

“Hmm? What's got you so down Azul?” 

“Azul’s all flat like a stingray!” 

“Yes, yes, I can see Floyd.” 

Azul felt that now familiar tickle before he was about to sneeze and, not wanting to spread snot all over his covers, raises his head quickly, turning his head and sneezing. Jade leaned back, eyes widening just the slightest bit. Floyd laughed loudly, giggling at this sight. 

“Azul’s all sneezy! Ehehe!”

Azul groaned, wiping his nose for what seemed like the umpteenth time with his handkerchief.

“Shut up Floyd... Perhaps I’m just... a-adapting to land...”

There was a chuckle from Jade, that type of chuckle that felt like he knew something more than he said. But Azul wasn't in much of a mood to interrogate the eel. He laid his head back down on his pillow, groaning as his eyes fluttered shut, another wave of exhaustion hitting him every time his eyes shut for a second. 

“You seem tired, Azul. I believe Floyd and I will have to bother you later.” 

Azul let out a small relieved sigh, pressing his face back into his pillows, knocking out soon after.

When he woke up the next day, Azul felt quite alright, his stuffy nose clearing up. With this, he felt confident that he could make it through the day today. 

He did not. The same cycle began all over again, his nose slowly getting more clogged and more sneezing occurring throughout the day. 

“I’m fine!” Azul claimed. “Just adjusting to a new area,” Azul said. And then, at the end of the day, he passed out in his room, head dizzy, nose tinted red and eyes teary. 

After the fourth day of this, this time in history, the sneezes start to annoy even Trein, who stops teaching at another of Azul’s sneezes. 

“Ashengtotto, please, go to the nurse’s office.” 

Azul froze at the command, the first year blinking a few times in disbelief. “But sir, I—”

“Go, now. Lay down and rest, you clearly have allergies.”

Oh, Azul wanted to either crawl into a deep hole or burst into a furious blush. It seems that Azul decides for the latter as he gets up from his seat, head facing down as he quickly vacates the room towards the nurse’s office. The only thing he does is lay on one of the beds, almost pouting at the fact he was sent out of class for some measly sneezes. It’s not even that bad! 

Sure, his nose has been stuffed for the better part of the week and sure, it’s been a while since he’s known what a clear nose felt like, but he could push through it, he swears! 

The nurse tells him that he has pollen allergies when they check him and make him take allergy medicine. 

Once again, Floyd and Jade always seem to come whenever Azul is not needing them the most. 

“My, my, what’s happened to you this time Azul?” The two twins lean over Azul in bed, grins wide as their teeth seem to gleam. To anyone else, this would be what their paralysis demons look like, but to Azul, really, it feels more like a normal Wednesday. 

Azul groaned softly, an arm over his eyes as he sniffled, glasses on the side table. 

“Ugh... the nurse says I have allergies.” 

Floyd crouches down next to the bed, laying his arms on the mattress and looking at Azul. “Mm? What does that mean?” 

Jade pipes up, smiling at his twin. “It means that the pollen from the recent spring flowers are irritating Azul’s nose and his body believes it’s an attack on the immune system.” 

Azul’s almost closing eyes snap open and flick over to Jade, still smiling that calm smile of his. Floyd lets out a soft ‘oooh’ before poking Azul’s cheek. 

“Your body is dumb Azul. Tell it to stop.”

“How long have you known that Jade?” Ignoring Floyd’s comment, Azul turns his spinning head to Jade, awaiting an answer. And then he chuckles, his smile spreading a bit wider. 

“Oh for a little while. I read it in a book that was given to me during our transition period.” 

Azul could feel his eye twitch, taking in a deep breath before turning over onto his side. 

“I’m going to sleep.” 

“Ooh! Me too, me too!” 

Before Azul can protest, Floyd quickly climbs onto the bed with him, holding another pillow and blanket he probably took from another bed. Floyd gets comfortable too quickly, arms wrapped around Azul tightly, head nuzzling into the pillow. 

“Wha-?! Floyd!” 

“Oh, let me join in.”

Jade then climbs onto bed, taking the other side of Azul, arms wrapped around Azul too quickly for him to protest. 

Trapped between two eels, wrapped tightly in their hold, and a dizzy head, all Azul could do was accept his fate and sigh. He yawned softly. 

As much as he didn’t want to admit it, this was quite comfy for Azul, being tightly held like this. His eyes started to slip closed, but he had no qualms about it, letting himself fall into a refreshing sleep.

[popcultureoverdosed]

The Curse of Saki Sanobashi

I'm writing this journal entry to document my experience with a certain film. I'm probably already dead if anyone is reading this, but please read on. I hate Saki Sanobashi and what it has done to my life. Most importantly, I hate the depraved bastards who made it.

Until recently, I've been an average college girl with only one notable quality: I love searching for lost media. Most people get a thrill from watching a good horror movie and I'm no different with lost media. There's just something about the elusive nature of it that makes the hunt so fascinating. There's a countless amount of entertainment that vanishes from the public eye for whatever reason and many remain completely forgotten. That never sat well with me. Maybe it's the history buff in me, but I believe every form of content should be preserved. It's scary to think that something that brings you joy could one day be forever lost to time.

Saki Sanobashi is a name that's been plaguing me for the last few years now. Every lost media enthusiast worth their salt has at least heard of it if they haven't already joined the hunt. I'm one of the several archivists who plunged headfirst into this monstrosity of a goose chase. I, like many others, got hooked on its tragic premise of a bunch of schoolgirls trapped in a bathroom where death is the only way out. The morbid curiosity in all of us compelled us to search high and low for this elusive anime.

That was years ago.

Now? Saki remains a distant memory in the minds of once optimistic researchers. Dead end after dead end had led to the entire thing being labeled as some elaborate hoax. Even I began losing faith in the search despite all the time I invested in it. It was disheartening knowing that one of the most fascinating lost media searches of all time could be fake. I would've quit entirely had it not been for that one fateful afternoon.

It was a typically brutal winter in Toronto which meant that a snowstorm would be picking up before the day was over. I thought it best to go to my favorite comic and stock up on my favorite books before the storm trapped me at home with my girlfriend. Marque Noir was different from other comic shops in that there exists a secret section of the store only a select few know about. Because I've been a loyal customer for a few years, the owner trusted in showing me the back room. I was hesitant at first to enter a secluded room alone with a man due to being a woman, but I figured he wouldn't try anything with customers still in the store.

What I saw in that room was the stuff of wonder. Several shelves were stocked with underground comics so obscure even the most hardcore archivists probably didn't know about them. The type of comics you can't even find on the internet. It was heaven on earth for a lost media obsessed girl like me. The original post mentioned Saki being an anime, but I was desperate for any type of media out there. What's fascinating is that there were also movies stocked with the comics. The cover art on each DVD case was incredibly low quality, to the point that I assumed the store owner hand-made them himself. There were no ISBNs or distributor info anywhere to be found so my theory seemed fairly likely all things considered.

I filled my bag with as many items as I could afford( which isn't a lot for a broke college student)  and excitedly swiped my card at the counter. The store owner gave me the weirdest of grins as I made my purchase. He seemed amused but almost in a mocking sort of way. He hardly ever emotes in the first place so that smile really caught me off guard.

I left the store and boarded the closest train to drop me off at the dorms. Though Halloween comes in the autumn, I feel like winter is the most ideal season to indulge in horror. The cold weather is like a reflection of the spine chilling fear I get whenever I read a good comic. I stepped inside my dorm room and immediately began browsing through my latest collection. They all looked so good I didn't know where to begin. As I rummaged through the pile of DVDs, I noticed something that threw me for a loop.

One DVD case was completely blank. The cover was pitch black and so was the back. There wasn't even anything on the spine. I couldn't imagine myself buying something like this so how it ended up with me was a mystery. Still, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't the least bit intrigued by it. There could've been literally anything on that disc and the only way to find out was to start the movie.

I waited for my girlfriend to return from campus before starting the movie. Emily's a cute brunette, but she has zero tolerance for horror. She always shrieks her head off whenever I play my movies in the living room. All that blood and gore drives her crazy. She greeted me with a kiss on the lips and then paused when she saw the devious smirk on my face. She already knew what I had in store for her. Emily, of course, protested but I pleaded with her to watch the movie with me. Seeing her scream like a child over on screen murder was sometimes more enjoyable than the movie itself. She remained firm in her stance against it but eventually broke down after enough of my begging. It feels good having things my way.

I quickly inserted the DVD into an old game station and stared at the screen with anticipation for what was about to start.  After several seconds of a blank screen, some Japanese text appeared with an English subtitle that read " Requiem of the lost girls." The title naturally left me curious so I watched on with excitement.

The scene then faded back to black and what I saw after that made my blood freeze solid.

Three schoolgirls in a bathroom.

All of them had miserable looks of utter despair.

The scene was unmistakable. It was a scenario I ran over in my head countless times. It was Saki Sanobashi, the anime searched years for! Having the legendary film before me after all this time was almost too good to be true. And to think it came from my favorite comic shop. I've been shopping for years now and never even had a hint something like Saki would be there.

Emily was confused as to why I was so excited so I told her we just discovered the holy grail of lost media. The gravity of the situation was unsurprisingly lost on her but she smiled anyway for my sake. We watched the movie unfold just like the legend went. The girls remained trapped in the bathroom and lamented their misfortune all the while. As the film progressed, the agony in their expressions became increasingly visceral. Their eyes looked so hollow, their skin was so pale. Emily clutched into my hand with a hint of anxiety in her eyes.

The tone of the video was much more somber than I expected. Seeing the girls take turns telling the others about their hopes and dreams, trying desperately to alleviate their situation, felt oddly melancholic. I was growing attached to these characters to the point I hoped they'd find a way despite that going against the lore. We eventually reached the part where the girls realized there truly was no way out of their situation...except for death.

Their deaths were just as horrid as I expected them to be. One girl goaded one of the others into drowning her in the sink and another clawed at her own neck with visceral detail. The most painful part of it all was the bloodcurdling scream the last girl emitted as she bashed her head against the wall. It was far more realistic than it had any right to be.

Despite all the fear, my heart raced with excitement. I had to write a blog post to let everyone know about my discovery! The internet would go wild once I told them the good news. I quickly went to my Tumblr to start writing, but the site wouldn't load. I tried other social media sites but nothing was working.

I tried stepping outside in the hall to get better reception but the door wouldn't budge. The knob didn't move at all no matter how hard I pulled. My girlfriend and I were both freaking out at this point. We tried opening windows, calling 911, and banging on doors, all of which were in vain. We were somehow completely severed from the outside world. I wondered how the hell was any of this possible when the image of the movie flashed into my mind.

We were trapped just like the girls in Saki Sanobashi. Was the film cursed? That seemed to be the only explanation. I should've trusted my gut instincts and never let that guy lead me to the backroom. I knew there was something off about him and now I fell into his trap. So far we've spent two weeks in this hellhole of an apartment. Food has long since run out and any sense of hope is dead. It pains me to see Emily's body as pale as winter, her eyes devoid of life. Neither of us can last much longer. I'm writing this document as a warning to anyone searching for Saki Sanobashi.

Stay the hell away from it. It is a cursed film that dooms its viewers the suffer the same fate as the girls in the bathroom. I imagine the curse will be lifted once we die and our belongings will be collected by our loved ones. Hopefully, they will see this document and spread the news. Or maybe they'll brush this off as the crazed rantings of a lunatic.

I honestly don't know anymore. All I can say is to stay safe and never attempt to watch this damned movie.

[lady-of-endless]

hello hello~ just wondering if I can request for a matchup (preferably with a male)!

🌷 she/her, INTP, aries, straight

🌷personality: i'm a very introverted person and prefers not to interact with strangers most of the time, however if it's a topic i'm interested in i would still try and gather the courage to strike up a conversation. once i'm comfortable with someone, i wouldn't stop talking and enjoy telling them about the little unimportant details of my day.

i'm also a very very sensitive person. i care (too much) about what people think of me and most of the time it drains the life out of me from worrying about embarrassing myself whenever i interact with people. and it's also a struggle for me as i enjoy interacting with people but i hold myself back a lot because of the fear of creating a new embarrassing moment for myself to overthink about when i'm going to bed.

I also act spontaneously on almost everything, which leads to lots of regrets afterwards after my decisions backfired on me 😭

🌷i prefer to stay at home most of the time as i work from home as an illustrator. i focus on colorful children illustrations and there's nothing i love more than conveying messages through my artwork 💖

🌷love language: act of service & gift giving. as an introvert myself i am not good with words so i prefer to show my affection for my loved ones by giving them things that made me thought of them and doing whatever i can to help them!

🌷style: i unconsciously wear a lot of business casual outfit as i attend college, but I'd say my usual style is closer to cottage core!

🌷hobby: i love baking and cooking! although i'm weaker when it comes to baking, i just crave that satisfaction when the baked goods come out perfect!

other than that i enjoy doing my makeup (i'm OBSESSED with collecting makeups I don't really need) and reading books (preferably mystery/thriller, romance, fantasy)!

🌷likes: green and pink, rain, crunchy veggies, drawing, coffee, fluffy blankets

🌷dislikes: sweets (except for chocolate), hot weather, loud sounds

thank you so much in advance! so sorry if this is too long 😖

Author's Note: Thank you so much for your request, dear! I swear all of the people from this fandom are so damn nice. Hope you'll enjoy it!

I ship you with...Shanks!

(Lovely gif is not mine, please show appreciation to the OP)

- Something about your whole personality seems so sweet it's hard for him to just stand and admire.

- I think his heart might go weak when he hears about your occupation. Your dedication to illustrating important messages for children through your artwork reminds him of how protective he was with Luffy in the past.

- Aries is a strong and passionate zodiac sign (from what I know and observed). Both of these traits are so very attractive to Shanks.

- He takes getting you to feel comfortable around him as a challenge. Shanks craves those rare private moments in which you're the one to open up and tell him about anything that comes to your mind.

- Shanks notices when you're overthinking before going to sleep but he won't point it out. He'll just pull you closer and try to get your mind off it by telling you something funny and embarrassing from one of his drunken adventures.

- He also acts spontaneously from time to time. I can see you two coming up with a deal to watch each other's backs when it happens.

- Shanks is a passionate man who isn't afraid of showing it when it comes to his loved one. So if you're more introverted when it comes to showing affection, let him take the lead.

- However, those acts of service and gift-giving always get him blushing and grateful.

- Once he sees you in a business casual outfit, he's a dead man but once he sees you in a cottage core-inspired outfit, he's ready to propose to you.

- Baking and cooking? They say it's the fastest way to someone's heart. It works for Shanks too. Sure, if you bake something especially for him, he'll be impressed but if you bake something for the whole crew, he's whipped. He'll praise you all day long for that.

- Pro: It's good that you like fluffy blankets because he's going to act like one, being all over you with his arms around you in private.

- Con: He's all about loud sounds when he's drunk with his crewmates and you and when you two are sleeping and he's snoring like a dad.

[witchcraftandburialdirt]

✧ ━━ 𝐄𝐆𝐆'𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐒

Tagged by: @mxlevolence ( mmmwah! thank you! ♥

Tagging: @agonizedembrace, @aquatic-hybrid, @thegoldentigress, @songofsilentechoes, @hemoplagued, @pitgritted, @tealbeats, @hallowedhem, @burntscars, @johnnysslaughter, @manufactoredxbyxdesign, @bamsidsuperbitch

Comfort food(s): Fresh baked bread and any/all soups ( you guys have no idea how excited I am to shift into soup season ), stew is also something that's comforting to me since my Nan used to make it for me whenever she visited! And naturally with my ancestry ━

Comfort drink(s): Mate, my childhood bestfriend's mom used to get this ready for us all the time, and it quickly became something I've associated with that warm fuzzy memory! Honestly probably anything I can put in boiling water to make it taste different ꉂ (´∀｀)ʱªʱªʱª ! Oh yeah - Coquito 100% Nothing like sipping that while writing on the porch with the snow falling, a blanket on my lap, and my dog being dumb

Comfort movie(s): Fantasia! I used to watch this movie with my Nan almost everyday when she would visit me, it was always one of my favorite things to do even if I was afraid of Chernabog. It's ridiculous how deeply I've memorized it, I could probably lay here with my eyes shut and watch it in my brain without missing any sections („ಡωಡ„) NATURALLY Peter Jackson's EXTENDED LOTR Trilogy BABYYYY - I cry about 10 times each movie but Frodo is a massive role model for me and I love him a lot! When I found out that I share the same MBTI as him I was like ╭( ๐_๐)╮and then I cried. Don't get me started, I won't stop - this is for your own good. Hercules is another big one, it's just such an easy watch and it makes me happy. I have watched it an embarrassingly amount of times with @magicshadowkitten

Comfort show(s): I didn't really watch TV as a youngin, but I was able to finally get into shows during college - D. Gray Man is one of my favorites! JJBA too - I have a lot of good memories with my friends from both of these! @bells-of-black-sunday showed me Over the Garden Wall and it quickly rooted itself as one of my favorites, its the ✨whimsy✨

Comfort clothing: I really adore feminine, flowy dresses/skirts, and coordinating outfits before hand. I never really had the opportunity growing up to explore a lot of fashion, and I have found out that I absolutely adore looking like a lil fairy, so I never really learned how to put together outfits on the fly. So! I actually have outfits preplanned with accessories, shoes, and bags too because if I don't I won't know what to do. ⁽⁽ଘ( ˊωˋ )ଓ⁾⁾ Its kind of embarrassing but I've accepted it as part of my neurodivergency; its also a lot easier for me to shop for an outfit vs items that can mis and match into various ones. I also work from home so, if I can dress up I will! It makes me feel pretty

Comfort song(s): Wahh!! I listen to so many songs and my music taste is all over the place!!! If I had to pick a few off the top of my head:

Nights in White Satin - The Moody Blues ━━ This song is actually one of my favorites but the reason why doesn't involve me at all? When I first heard it I was in the car driving with my mom, and she got so giddy and explained that this was the song playing when she met her ( still! ) best friend at a bar almost 25 years ago. My mom and her started singing it together and honestly that story just ? effected me so much? Whenever I'm in a pub or bar and it comes on I call my mom and tell her its playing and we sing it together too! ╰(⸝⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝⸝)╯ Entire LOTR OST ━━ I need not explain, ya'll understand. Pretty Much Anything by Pink Floyd

Comfort book(s): Lord of the Rings Trilogy & The Hobbit ━ J. R. R. Tolkien The Divine Comedy ━ Dante Alighieri ( nostalgia ) ━━ I don't really read comforting books so I don't feel like I can continue the list as the books I read have existential content that is not at all comforting! I tend to read stories like Blood Meridian or No Longer Human, and I tend to not revisit them quickly because of the content (ಥ﹏ಥ) because even if I enjoy them I'm a big baby

Comfort game(s): League of Legends ( don't judge me i play with friends and dont flame ) : tbh this is the only game I actually play the rest I mostly just watch playthroughs of because again the content I like to watch is existential as well and I am a very easily frightened person! So ━ I really liked watching my best friend play Resident Evil! I also watched @bells-of-black-sunday play Bugsnax and it is SUCH a cute game, it has amazing characters and a really interesting plotline - !

[thefoxinateacup]

Reading Recap: The Bardugo Bash

It's been quite the Leigh Bardugo year so far. I've filled my time with four of her books in the first half of 2024, and I'm sure I'll throw in another reread of Six of Crows before the year ends.

First up, back in January, I finally got my hands on the pocket version of Hell Bent. I really wanted this size so it would fit with my copy of Ninth House because I'm extra like that. It took me two weeks to devour Hell Bent which I took everywhere with me. I read it at home, at the cafe, on my lunch break at work, even on my walks to and back from work. It was impossible to put it down. After a solid first entry in the series with Ninth House, Bardugo expanded the dark fantasy parallel universe of Yale's secret societies.

I say parallel because it's wild to me to even think that the grimy and dangerous Yale of Alex Stern could possibly be the same as the light and cosy Yale of Rory Gilmore. But then again, Rory's world revolved very much around herself so who's to say she just wasn't completely oblivious to the dark deeds performed on her precious college campus. Anywho.

We meet up again with our ragtag team of supernatural investigators and shit-stirrers as they more or less willingly embark on a mission to rescue Darlington from whichever circle of hell he ended up falling into in the first book. The antagonists this time around are more demons than ghosts but keep the spooky vibe very much alive. Alex leads the charge out of a sense of duty towards Darlington, but also an irresistible sense of attraction, which the Gentleman Demon can't deny either. (Cue the countless pieces of stunning fanart hehehe.) In classic Alex fashion, whenever things can take a turn for the worse, they do, but it also allows her to learn more about her purpose and powers. No pain no gain, I guess.

In conclusion, I was hooked from the start and can hardly wait for the final installment in the series to come out, see where our dashing demon and wicked witch take us for one last ride in the dark underbelly of New Haven.

Next up, I cruised through Siege and Storm and Ruin and Rising. Ahead of the Starfury convention where I was finally going to meet Jessie and Archie, I figured it was about time I finished the original trilogy. Bardugo's writing style is so pleasant to read, I finished both books in two weeks. I already knew I liked Nikolai from the King of Scars duology and Paddy Gibson's delightful portrayal on the Shadow and Bone TV series, but boy oh boy did Siege and Storm confirm that, after the Crows obviously, Nikolai is my favourite Grishaverse character. And if I'm honest, as riveting as the plot is in Ruin and Rising, Siege and Storm is my favourite book of the original trilogy. Because it has the most Nikolai? Well yes, duh. But also the domesticity of being at the Little Palace again, even if Alina's newfound leadership and isolation brings its own challenges.

I will say that, as much as it makes sense plot-wise, Alina losing her powers after she spent so much time earning it and owning it feels a little bit disappointing, but at least now her and Mal can be equally ordinary people who live a simple but good life, in love for the rest of their days. Regardless of how it ends, it's amazing to witness the care and detail that Bardugo put into creating a fantasy world that still feels tangible. What a time to be alive!

Finally, another two weeks to savour The Familiar. My boss ordered me the pretty hardback copy with black edges straight from the US so that one was definitely a home book. (Cue Gollum voice: my precious.) The world building was very nicely done, dropping information about the historical context without it feeling like a history textbook, and introducing the special kind of magic that Luzia possesses in a very "show don't tell" way. Bardugo tried out a different point of view style, relying less on first person narrative or character specific chapters to blend the points of view of Luzia and Santangel, for the most part, creating a fuller scope of understanding for the narrative.

You could cut the tension between Luzia and Santangel, the disillusioned ancient magic wielder who takes her under his wing because he doesn't have a choice, with a knife until finally the last thread of propriety snaps, much to the enjoyment of the adult reader. Because it is, dear reader, very much a book for adults. It is full of dark magic, messy and sexy, pain and betrayal, questions of one's mortality, however the tone felt less tragic to me than the Ninth House series. Luzia takes initiative and follows her ambition, even if it might cost her everything. Luzia's rage against a world that would condemn her for merely being alive makes her all the more willing to not settle for less than she is worth. Damn be the consequences!

The 16th century Madrid depicted adds charm to the setting while also grounding it into the sinister period of the Spanish Inquisition. The background of religious persecution adds a layer of urgency to Luzia's dangerous path to greatness. It begs the question of whether she can even escape certain doom. Does she even want to? Read The Familiar to find out.

My point is: if Bardugo writes it, I will read it. Her writing style is so electrifying, it perfectly scratches the itch in me that craves great storytelling and beautiful words weaved into mind-bending sentences. And I'm looking forward to being consumed by her next masterpiece.

Bookishly yours!

[donnerpartyofone]

Wow, I just saw where you put the comma in your user name. It's even funnier now.

I never thought of it as Donner, Party of One as a table reservation. Announced in an officious tone.

I pictured it as donnerparty OF ONE. Meaning there is only one person in the Donner Party. As in, you are all alone in the cold woods eating yourself. LOL.

Hahaha obviously this is the username that keeps on giving! It's interesting how people react to it. I don't remember how long ago I came up with it but I'm sure I was feeling VERY clever, it would be many years before I learned that Robin Williams made the same joke in some standup routine, and he probably wasn't the first person to think of it either. I once applied for a job where the person who interviewed me vigorously insisted that I got it from the movie SCREAM, and I'm sure that joke is nowhere to be found in any installment of SCREAM but she was so passionate about her assumption for some reason, I didn't fight her on it too hard; in retrospect I chose the irrational belief that that was an omen that that was going to be a really hard, shitty, low-paying job.

My conscious interest in cannibalism emerged during my first semester at college, where it became clear that I had been interested in cannibalism all along but had never really connected the dots. It seemed to be the most frightening and compelling thing I could think of. When I was a kid I had a copy of Silence of the Lambs that I carried around like it was the Bible, reading it over and over. I had intensely vivid nightmares about THE TEXAS CHAIN SAW MASSACRE for years before I would ever see the movie, my brain just seemed to know it would become a big part of my life. RAVENOUS came out right before I went to college and when I got there I made a cult out of it; I was watching it at-least-daily in the dorm lounge, which at first people hated, then some people started to join me, then after we came back from Thanksgiving I learned that a lot of people went home and showed it to their families! And then it seemed to happen that whenever I picked the movie, it would involve cannibalism unpredictably--none of us were Shakespeare-literate enough to know it would be in TITUS, and when it randomly came up in DEAD MAN everyone turned around and looked at me like I must have known, like I tricked them. There were other examples that aren't coming to me. At some point it just sort of became my identity. I used to have a couple of fork & knife clothing patches that I painted and wore on various things.

I just think it's interesting, like it has lots of allegorical possibilities. I'm mainly attracted to it as a description of extreme anti-sociality. Like in TEXAS CHAIN SAW, you have a nuclear family in the American heartland, but instead of a heterogeneous unit that makes more people, you have a clan that is somehow only males and they consume people. (I mean there's a mother theoretically but she's literally a mummy, which I think is pointed) I'm interested in that kind of unhealthy system inversion. But people react to it all kinds of different ways, it's curious. I recently contacted this woman who wrote a horror-related paper I loved and she replied that she'd be happy to talk to me about anything "except cannibalism :)". I said this elsewhere but when I arrived at this book launch I had to host last week, the author told me "You know you're doing something right if people are offended!" and explained that when the event was publicized with my bio attached, which listed some of my academic interests, some guy emailed him "THERE IS NOTHING FUNNY ABOUT CANNIBALISM!" and cc'd a bunch of different people like it was an emergency; I mean considering what else was in my bio, I guess he thinks I find murder and sexual exploitation "funny" too, but none of that stuff bothered him. After the event someone waited patiently to tell me about his favorite metal band that only plays songs about serial killers, including some prominent cannibals, and I had to promise I would listen to it. Whatever you think about it, it's a very provocative topic, and I guess it's good that people are still sensitive enough to have a strong reaction!