#duplicity is anything but innocent

[omgtheywereroomates]

[This isn't a character ask] but I just wanted to say, I love your art style and your deltarune oc looks like an absolute goober,,,, be yourself and keep stayin' awesome/pos

Oh my gosh thank you for that! Tyvm! I’ve been getting back into drawing because of a burnout, so we’re gonna see more art soon! Anyway, have a doodle of Duplicity, my favorite trojan.

[avenoirzm]

sweet ride

✎ fucking vendetta leon on his bike, that's the plot <3

cw: d in v, doing it in the public, fingering, choking and breath play (?), creampie, he be rough fr, and he calls you a slut but make it affectionately?, exhibitionism, MDNI

Autumn is finally rolling in. The weather is cooler than usual and your boyfriend wanted to take you out on a different kind of date tonight than the ones you normally spend at home and order takeout pizza.

Obviously, Leon’s main motivation is to show off to you what a talented (?) biker he is, but he’d rather be reading those nerdy books you’ve recommended to him than admitting it out loud. Besides, it’s the kind of date you’ve been meaning to take for a long time. It’s been a while since you’ve been out together, considering he’s always been laid up with work while he should have been laid up by you.

We’re talking a long time without sex.

That boyish smirk on his face as he sits you on the back with his own hands and puts your helmet on your head below your chin is the tiniest harbinger of how the night might turn out.

Because your boyfriend can’t keep his hands to himself. In his defense, you look pretty precious in your plaid skirt and his duplicate leather jacket that he dressed you in. Escorted by the fact that you’re not wearing anything to cover up your legs, Leon might as well as prove how salacious he can be. Seriously, he’s steady at every red, flashing light and his warm hands under the glove are on your otherwise cold, bare skin, sneaking under the skirt, pawing up and down; he’s squeezing and caressing.

It’s like his sole purpose is to work up your cunt, wetter and juicer. Goosebumps culling everywhere.

But of course, he doesn’t stop since one of his favorite things in the world is fooling around with you. It’s a sweet rush in you as no one would ever want to topple off a motorcycle on their butt and possibly break their bones.

“’s not like I’m doin’ anything,” he shrugs you off.

And you’re more than happy to oblige, whatever he wants. But a game is a game, and if he’s playing with a dirty deck, you just might be an even dirtier player. A tender and innocent prelude, your arms wrapped securely around his waist and your head pillowed on his back. So abstractly innocent that at one point he might think he has been acting like a fucking pervert. Leon finds it all sort of cute, but seconds later you’re relocating your hand to his v-line without wavering, sneaking past the hem of his shirt.

He quickly catches on.

“Hey now. Watch it.”

His sullen voice echoes in your ears yet again, and you jab your chin at his shoulder quite innocently.

“I’m doing nothing wrong.” You rip him off.

Your boyfriend winces as your cold fingertips graze the seam of his boxer briefs, he’s disconcerted, the blood is flowing straight south. Giving his dick the cruelest kind of kick. Where months ago, the dick wouldn’t get jacked, but now it’s bobbing.

Over his shoulder, he looks at you with a passing judgment, his eyes flicking from your eyes to your hand under his shirt. The instant need to suck and devour your boyfriend, who looks even tastier to your eyes at the red lights, is a pressing need, but never a reality in the rush hour traffic.

“You pull your hands away good,” his eyes recapture yours. They are stern, but you like it. Less agonizing and more tenderizing. Makes your cunt all wetter. Your guilty pleasure.

“You hear me?”

No. Absolutely not. Oh, he has to make sure you hear his words. He needs to speak your language.

“One more warning, and if you ain’t listening, I’m gonna have to pull over on a back street and fuck you up in the ass.”

Your eyebrows draw up to your hairline. That’s what you want, getting treated like an arrant slut, but your boyfriend, who wants a romantic night out, is sulking like a bitch.

“Fine, fine.” You pull your hand away and embrace his shoulders.

“You’re no fun.”

“I’ll show you the real fun,” the sour man grits his teeth and snorts a long sigh. When the light turns green, you’re on the move again. Actually, your fate is sealed at this very moment, you know you’re bugging him, but for the sake of the art of promised hate-fucking, you keep it astute. Enjoy the sweet ride.

The pleasant breeze of the wind and the gentle brush against your skin is nice, even if your hair is all over your face. One second, you take off your helmet just to breathe in the crisp air around you, clean after the last night rain. Surely you can trust your boyfriend not to get into any accidents, right? Hopefully he won’t kill you (!).

Unpleasant topics aside, the ride is actually merry. The next stop, alas, isn’t exactly a picturesque place. At the end of an empty road with dead end streets, a precipice facing the city. The engine is still running and Leon makes no effort to get off.

“Where are we?”

He pivots when you pose the question to him, he wants to have a face-to-face conversation with you, or rather he wants to be able to see your face when he’s giving it to you—a good fuck.

“Why, a romantic spot, the city lights, my bike and my pretty girl who can’t keep her hands off my cock and all.” His voice is honeyed with amusement, or at least with something like amusement.

Leon seizes your hips and tugs you towards him, your legs dangle off his bike, but you don’t utter a word of protest or griping. Why should you?

“So fucking romantic, right?” No, it’s not.

“Wait, on the bike?”

“Mm-hmm, on the bike.” He attests you, nailing your thighs and subtly spreading your legs for himself. For his eyes.

“Wow, Leon. Who would have thought you’d switch from your old-fashioned ways to this horndog?” The playful veil in your breath is raspberry. It froths Leon’s blood.

“Less talking, more undressing, baby.” He wastes no time, slides his hand between the legs you’ve earmarked for him. Groping for your panties, he moves the fabric down your leg and guides his hand over your wet, heat-soaked skin until the lacey cloth slithers down your ankle. The two fingers stashed in your pussy speak volumes about his jitters during the ride. And the gust spilled out of your mouth is taffy.

“Don’t tell me it’s too much for you,” he snorts, vulgarly corroding his thumb over the pearly clit. Not an asshole that will deprive you of pleasure, however much you’ve pissed him off. He’s just a bitter man for a boyfriend.

“Mhmmm,” you sing out drunkenly, not far from rapture. That’s so beautiful. Posting loads of twists to the fucker’s dick. There is a certain primness all over your face that’s so idiotically inept, albeit he holds the principle that he’ll starve you of the dick for hours just because you don’t listen what he says. But your face is too cute. That’s your greatest trump card against Leon, his Achilles heel, viz your enrapt eyes are begging to get fucked.

Subsequently, he pushes his fingers, slipping them out of your folds, and stuffs them between your parted lips, against your tongue. You just take them, twirling your tongue around his digits without breaking eye contact.

“Dirty little slut,” his other free hand threads through your hair, “I’m gonna take you right here and fuck your pretty little pussy. That what you’ve been begging all night, yeah?” His fingers burrow a little deeper in your throat and you almost choke on them. As if on cue, Leon yanks his fingers out of your mouth and slacks his belt with a swish. Your favorite clip to watch, your favorite trailer of all time.

His cock is sticking out and it’s drawn to your warmth like a magnet such that you take him in nicely. He flows into you, makes you loopy. One fuck of a blow and you’re all stuffed, his cock nearly popping out of your cunt.

Your boyfriend, seated himself inside, just hangs still. He can’t bring himself to fuck yet, to move and stretch your plushy pussy out.

“Fuck.” A treble whine passes through your throat. You pry your head up and sling your arms around his shoulders, to keep the reins under control for a while, to give him more leverage. There’s no sound of others other than your miserere, but you don’t know if fucking openly on the edge of a cliff is a smart choice.

“Leon...” You hesitate. He takes his sweet time; your boyfriend is pushing you to the edge, pulling out ever so slowly, the slick sounds seasoning the night, “we’re screwed if anyone walks by, Leon, big time,” you sputter out, big eyes riveted on his.

“Really?” A low titter follows and he grounds his hips into your pelvis. Not that it’s unexpected, but it blows your mind when he stiffly slams his cock back into his seat, crowning your cunt.

“Sweetheart, who cares if I’m fucking my girl inside —fuck — out?” Sarcastic but he’s winded for air. If you look closely, you can see beads of sheen of sweat forming under the fringe of his hair. You know his question is rhetorical but it gives you those telltale shivers.

“Let ‘em watch, baby, give them a show ‘cause you play so fucking good,” he seethes out. Harshly. You’re transfixed with another leg-crippling jab and he’s expunged when you squeeze him tightly inside. Now he can fuck you all the more urgently and as promised, with much onerous spurts.

His fingers in your hair somehow close around your neck during this chaotic process. A tenuous grip and no man has ever choked you to death so caringly before the sheer pleasures of the throe that has you bouncing on the spot will put out the lights of your brain except it doesn’t quite pan out the way you expect.

His lips invariably find yours. It’s a viscous kiss and it shatters all your senses; you’re a turmoil inside and out, a turmoil that’s already ravaged.

“Cum baby, I’ve got it all,” slobbery scotch-acid kisses are dragged from your lips and you open your eyes to see Leon’s the pale blues swallowed by pitches of huge obsidians. Behind him, empty, all tawny golden (maybe orangey?) street and patches of glowy city lamps.

“Gonna cum,” you echo after him, as he tinkers with the amulet that hangs around your neck; the necklace he bought you as a jubilee gift on the auspicious night for your shared times. The necklace, the one you went so far as to carry a picture of him in, ratchets in his hand and you cum right there and then, spewing on his cock. How absurd it is that getting fucked so dumb can absurdly blossom into a sort of romantic adventure with a man like Leon? It’s beyond your logic.

“Such a beautiful girl,” you can hear his breathy sigh. Tears are stinging down your bleary, semi-open eyes, the flakes of black mascara smudging your beautiful eye make-up. Fuck. How much more can he possibly hold himself back in the face of this visage?

“P — ah — please,” you’re absolutely in haze and your already frazzled boyfriend can’t deprive you of that belonging, that coziness you’ve been craving for so many days now.

His forehead on yours, Leon’s lips emit gibberish tunes and your name palpitates in whispers. He’s unrestrainedly squeezing you, leaving a caustic burning in your windpipe.

“Le...on?” You are gasping; it takes you a split second to catch yourself. The stupor on your face, the parting of your lips and the bruised purple swollen lips that glisten with saliva after hunger kisses, snaps Leon back to you. He really should release your neck, yeah, he knows that.

Yet the violence is always in him somewhere, but never has been against you, never should be. And this wasn’t a life or death situation, for fuck’s sake.

But of course, a man who has spent years in such a potentially brutal environment has questionable and demanding kinks, and you? You wouldn’t want it any other way.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he moans lowly, his jaw unhinged with sheer pleasure. He does eventually absolve your beautiful neck.

It’s only when the oxygen races to your brain that you can feel your pussy walls once again veiled with both your own juices and your boyfriend’s heavy drops of cum. Plus that thing up with the rasps that fly out of his throat in the middle of the night—the quiet whimpers (oh, he does whimper?) that you selectively record given how he’s up close to your face, buried even.

Is this really how it feels to be fucked out of your mind, you know, that mythical mindfuck shit those bitches are talking about?

He doesn’t know if you’ve ever looked this pretty, even in the wee hours of the morning when he wakes up hours before you and just lies motionless in bed observing you. Who could make you feel so pretty but him? Nobody. He knows that.

“You doing okay?” Leon’s frown is pinched, he looks feverishly apprehensive, his lips are piquantly pink.

“Mmmm,” your croon is tickly but all too familiar to him, the same sweet croon you chirp after lovemaking in your shared apartment.

“You almost blacked out with all that choking stuff.”

“I liked it, Leon.” No hesitation, you rebuff him with a rushing whisper without regard to your raw, poor throat and the stinging soreness of your pussy memory.

“Well, looks like I’ve really ruined you.” The sarcasm in his words is tinged thickly, but his smile, which frames his lips and shows the enamel of his teeth, proves that he won’t prolong the conversation any longer. He’ll likely eat out the sticky mess on your glistening cunt or that’s what you’re hoping so because you love his tongue and nose.

[heian-era-housewife]

Synopsis | Tired of being overlooked by your handler (and longstanding crush) Shiu Kong, you decide it's time to show him what a knock out you really are. Will a trip to the aquarium finally help open his eyes?

Content | g/n assassin!reader x shiu kong, fluff, swearing, cigarettes/smoking

Word Count | ~3.5k

Prologue ○ The Date ○ The Photos

Most assassins start out the same. Down on their luck. Blessed, or cursed perhaps, with a particular set of skills. Nothing that could be considered useful in a typical workplace, of course. Lonely. Desperate, maybe. A bit apathetic.

Then, one way or another, the opportunity presents itself. An offer that comes to them in their most vulnerable hour. A chance to meet two needs at once:

The first is money. Afterall, murder for hire doesn't come cheap. For someone who's had so little for so long, that kind of payout is hard to ignore.

The next is acceptance. Let's face it. The would-be assassin is usually a bit odd. And that "particular set of skills" mentioned earlier? They tend to fall firmly in the "red flag" category. So when those skills are met with intrigue and your peculiarity is given worth, you suddenly find yourself being valued. And who doesn't want to feel needed?

Yes, most assasins start out the same and you were no exception. These, plus your friendship with one Toji Fushiguro, are what led to your humble beginnings as an operative for notorious handler Shiu Kong.

You always had a knack for stealth. Sneaking up on people, going unnoticed, it seemed to come naturally. Perhaps that's why you always felt a little invisible. While Toji was a master of speed and weaponry, you could melt from the shadows like darkness itself. So, when Toji brought you in on a high-stakes heist, and you more than proved yourself as a capable (not to mention frighteningly lethal) ally, Shiu held out his hand and gladly welcomed you aboard.

Shiu was, in many ways, your opposite. Classy and sophisticated. A smooth talker with a gift for persuasion. Bit of a politician, really. You, on the other hand, were a classic maverick. Loose cannon with a loose tongue. Slipshod and off-color. You were friends with Fushiguro, after all. But, if you and Shiu had anything in common it was your keen eye for detail. He- an ex-detective with the skills to match. A regular Sherlock Holmes. You- a master of stealth and duplicity. A proverbial "fly on the wall". It became somewhat of a game to sneak up on your handler. What a thrill it was when the man who noticed everything was rendered flustered and shaken by your unexpected presence. It was through these little games, and your rapt observations, that you began to fall for the man who liked cheese and tropical fish.

And it was these same circumstances that led to your current predicament. Heart racing. Stomach in knots. Hand in hand in front of the Okinawa Aquarium with the very man you just kidnapped aprehended.

But now wasn't the time for nerves.

Pulling him along, you dashed up the long stairs before you, laughing as you looked back over your shoulder to see the sophisticated man stumbling along behind. He joined you in laughter, free hand grabbing at his fly-away tie, struggling to keep up. He looked boyish. Full of life. Hardened features and tired eyes giving way to playful innocence. Gaining his stride, he played along, chasing you the rest of the way up the stairs garnering a squeal from you where the toes of his dress shoes nabbed at your heels.

"Two please!" You gasped, catching your breath as you reached the ticket counter first.

"Please, let me." Shiu offered, patting his pockets. "Just gotta find my-"

"Money?" You finished, waving his own leather-bound wallet as you pulled it from your pocket with a cheeky wink.

"You little-"

"Thanks, boss!" You said with a wry smile. "I'll get us next time." Behind his annoyance, he could hardly conceal his smile. This strange date had barely begun, and he already liked the sound of "next time".

You reached for the pocket of his suit jacket, replacing the stolen wallet and swapping it for his pack of cigarettes.

"You know you can't smoke in there, you gonna survive?"

"Thief." He accused, snatching back the little red and white box.

"Addict." You shot back.

"Narc." He glared. "I'll be fine."

"Whatever you say," you shrugged, reaching up to fix his tie. Then, with a wink, "just let me know if that mouth of yours needs a distraction..." Shiu blushed a deep red that spread from his cheeks to the tips of his ears. "...'cuz I brought gum." You finished cheekily, unwrapping a stick and popping it into your mouth before snapping a small bubble between your teeth.

You really were dangerous, he thought to himself. Not just in the silent assassin sort of way, but in a way that could leave him more damaged than any weapon. You were a heartbreaker.

"What are those?" You asked, doing little to hide your disgust.

"I used to catch these. As a kid. Back in Korea." A distant look in his eyes reflected a memory you could not see. But that didn't stop you from imagining. You smiled thinking of the serious man as a young boy, exploring tidepools and combing the beach for shells. You wondered if his upbringing contributed to his interest in fish. You wondered what he was like as a child. If he grew up to be the man he wanted to be. You wondered-

"They're sea cucumbers, by the way." He said, pulling you from your daydream. "Crazy little things. No face, no limbs, just a digestive tract."

"Weird. So, what do they do?"

"Not much, really. Pretty much just eat, shit, and lay around."

"Oh, so just like Toji." You said with a grin.

That got him laughing. "You want to touch one?" He waved you closer. Truth be told, you'd been maintaining your distance for a reason. As an assassin, you had a high tolerance for the gross and grotesque, but something about the little turd-like creatures made you oddly squeamish. "C'mere." He said.

In an instant your hand was in his as he gently pulled it under the frigid water. Sliding his hand over the back of yours, he lifted two of your fingers and guided you down the length of the sea cucumber's back. It was soft and rubbery. Almost velvety in places, contracting like a muscle under your fingertips as you and Shiu drifted over.

Despite the unique sensation, you found it hard to focus on anything other than Shiu's touch. The warmth of his hand under the cool water. The confidence he'd gained just by entering the aquarium.

He was too rapt in the moment to realize he'd moved in closer. It was like a dream come true. Minus the slimy cucumber. But, you had to admit, even that was starting to grow on you.

The next hallway opened up to a kaleidoscope of bright colors and shimmering light. You had to shield your eyes a bit just to take it all in. Thousands of vibrant tropical fish swam in all directions, darting in and out of equally vibrant corals. A sign overhead read, "Sea of Tropical Fish". Your mind jumped to the image of Shiu's dating profile, "tropical fish" listed under his interests. His only interest.

Your chest swelled as you turned to look at him, hoping to glimpse the approval on his face. Instead, you found yourself standing alone, Shiu no longer behind you.

"Chromis viridis." You heard him mutter.

Where the hell was he?

"Chaetodon lunula."

Oh. How'd he get over there? The suited man was crouched, childlike, toward the floor of the exhibit. Entranced, it seemed, by what he saw.

"Zebrasoma veliferum!" He breathed in excitement.

"Boss...?" You approached slowly, not intending to startle him...this time. "Sh-Shiu?" You offered tentatively, never having used his given name before. It dripped from your lips like honey.

He spun around, eyes wide, a sharp frown hardening his handsome features. For a moment, you thought he might scold you for your breach of formality.

"Scarus spinus." He said jabbing a thumb over his shoulder at the tropical display.

"Come again?" You asked, beyond confused.

"Scarus spinus. The Greensnouted Parrotfish." He said thoughtfully. "I don't have this one at home."

"Wait, wait, wait." Your eyes shot open, gleaming in the brilliant light. "You've been over here spouting off the Latin names of all these fish??"

He nodded. A sense of pride washed over him as he awaited your words of praise at his impressive display of knowledge.

"Oh my God!" You stared at him in disbelief. "Shiu Kong..." His smile broadened. "I can't believe it! You're a gigantic fucking nerd!"

His face fell flat as you burst into raucus laughter. He stood, brushing his tailored slacks and turned to walk away, cheeks once again taking on a rosey hue.

"No, no, no, come back here, you!" You said, grabbing his wrist and halting his hasty retreat. "You don't get to walk away that easy. I came here to learn about fish, and you're going to teach me!"

He cast you a cinical look as you wiped a tear of laughter from your cheek.

"I'm serious." You said, smiling up at him. "Show me what you got, "Jacques Cousteau".

Setting his bruised pride aside, he told you the names of the tropical fish. Which ones he had, which ones he didn’t, ones that he wanted, and ones that were highly endangered.

You learned about mouthbrooders who held their babies, sometimes hundreds of them, deep in their mouth- throats and gills expanding to accommodate their many offspring.

You learned about corallivores. Fish that eat coral through a variety of adaptations. Some, called "excavators", even had human-like teeth and molars.

You learned about parrotfish who make mucus coccoons before they sleep to protect themselves from parasites and predators.

Most importantly, you learned that Shiu was so much more than what meets the eye. Smart and patient, charming and quirky. His serious nature and mob boss persona all just a front for a man whose essence was smoother and softer than silk.

"So, do you name them?" You asked.

"I'm sorry?"

"Your fish! Do you name them?"

He laughed, waving off your question with a look that would fool no one. Certainly not you.

"You totally name them!" You jeered, nudging his ribs with a teasing elbow.

"One. One!" He caved, finally. "My first fish, 'Lucky Strike'."

"Like the cigarettes?" You said incredulously.

"Like the cigarettes." He agreed. "He's a silver arowana. Some people call them 'cigarette fish'. Maintaining their health is said to bring you luck."

"Hah!" You laughed. "How fitting. You said he was your first?"

"Mhmm. 15 years and still young. We've been through a lot together."

"That's...really sweet, actually."

Display after display led to more illuminating moments.

Your favorite areas were those that were dark and hushed. The dim light casting everything into monochrome, filtering through the water in soft lines like a film noir. Shiu's warm breath fanned your ear and neck as he spoke, low and quiet in these muted spaces. His face so close you could smell his aftershave. His hand now a constant presence in yours, as though he feared letting go might mean losing you to the shadows.

It was in one of these darkened hallways, bathed in dreamy blue light, that you caught your first glimpse of a massive spotted fin.

Gliding noiselessly by a large window, a tail, inky black and as tall as you, blocked the light momentarily as it drifted by. You tensed, startled by the unexpected sight, shrinking wordlessly into Shiu's arms, his chest shaking softly against your back with silent laughter at your trepidation. But as the hallway ended, the laughter stopped, both of you forced to hold your breath at the sight that followed.

From the second floor of a gigantic room, glass stretched wall to wall, floor to ceiling, you watched as two gargantuan whale sharks slid past each other in lazy circles. The creatures were stunning. Each the size of a city bus, they dwarfed the hundreds of fish that shared their tank and the dozens of people who had come to see them. Their beauty was unrivaled. Their magnitude, unbelievable. Every upturned face hung, slackjawed, in their shadow. Every awestruck eye was on them.

"Hey," Shiu hummed, lips intoxicatingly close to your ear. Goosebumps sending shivers in waves over your skin as he spoke. "Did you know there are over 80 species of coral in this tank?"

"Shiu Kong, you absolute nerd!" Your words came out as something of a choked whisper. "You're the only person here who cares about the damn coral!"

"You think?" He asked sincerely.

"I think you're missing the bigger picture." You laughed softly, gesturing to the giant fish before you.

"Or maybe," He said, bringing his cheek to rest against yours as he held a hand out indicating the tank's entirety, "you're only seeing part of it."

As you pulled your eyes away from the sharks, you began to see more of what he meant. An entire world of oceanic technicolor, rich in intricate detail, each as fascinating and beautiful as the next. Maybe you really did need to broaden your view.

Or maybe, you thought to yourself, settling further in Shiu's embrace, the best view was standing right behind you.

The tip of Shiu's nose was mere inches from yours. Steely eyes gazed warmly into your own as you stood, captivated by one another. Every feature, every crease, every striking detail as clear to you as ever. You felt like you could reach out and-

Bonk

"Crazy, right?" He said, stepping out from behind the 2-foot-thick acryllic.

"It's like it's not even there!" You shook the pain from your fingertips where your hand had jammed the crystal clear material.

The acryllic pillar was part of an educational area beyond the main ocean tank and served as an example of what the tank itself was made of. Despite its thickness, it appeared as thin as the average window and was so clean you could easily fool yourself into believing it wasn't there at all.

Beyond this lay a room of other hands-on displays and activities including-

"Origami!" You chirped, bouncing over to the station clearly intended for younger participants.

"Yeah...I don't think we need to-"

You shot Shiu the most soulful puppydog eyes you could muster, sidling up to the small table where a friendly attendent stood, teaching kids and parents how to fold tiny paper sting rays. He was utterly powerless.

20 minutes and several crumpled pieces of paper later, Shiu held in his hand a perfect paper sting ray and you- well... yours was... you tried.

"Stay close." Shiu said, not giving you much of a choice as he wrapped his arms around you. "Don't want you disappearing on me," he whispered into the shadows.

The final section of the aquarium, "Journey to the Deep Sea" was an immersive exhibit with almost no light, housing only those creatures who lived on the sea floor. Tank after tank featured deepwater sharks and wide-mouthed groupers, fish with no eyes and luminescent corals. Each creature more alien than the next, so bizarre they seemed like the work of fiction.

You were about halfway through this final floor when you noticed a shift in Shiu's behavior.

At first you chalked it up to nerves. Perhaps the real reason he held you so tight was not for concern of you slipping away, but for fear of the dark that he dared not mention, or an uneasiness brought about by its grotesque inhabitants.

In time, shaky hands became shaky arms. Squinted eyes against the darkness took on a pained expression, and his speech changed from informative quips to downright nervous rambling. "Mr. Composed and Sophisticated" appeared to be slowly falling apart, and it wasn't until his jittery hands left yours in order to take up desperate search of his pockets that you understood the reason.

The poor man was in dire need of a smoke.

“Shiu.” You said gently, working his hands in your own. “We're almost done, okay?” He looked confused. Hurt, even.

“I…don't want to be.” He admitted, an unsteady hand grazing the back of his neck.

“Me neither.” You smiled.

It wasn't the whale sharks or the giant manta ray that got his attention. Not the dolphins and their tricks, nor the many types of exotic sharks. It was the tiny spotted garden eels emerging from their sandy burrows. The glass shrimp that were nearly invisible with their transparent carapace. He liked the small and nameless fish you could find at any pet store. Even the sea grass, which you doubted anyone had ever cared about, earned a look of admiration from the modern-day mobster. He had an eye for the unseen and a heart for the unfavored. It was no wonder he had been such a skilled detective.

As you watched him take it all in with wide-eyed wonder, you realized too late you'd been tossed overboard- swept out to sea. Caught up in the tides of affection and left drowning in the deep. Without even trying, he had you- hook, line, and sinker.

It was both to your horror and your unwavering joy that you found yourself desperately, hopelessly, shamelessly, and inescapably in love with Shiu Kong.

Choosing his words next words carefully, he mused, "So…remember that gum you mentioned earlier-"

His eyes went wide as your lips interlocked, your palms on his cheeks, fingers framing his ears. Then, closing his eyes, he pulled you in hungrily, passionately. One hand on your back, the other on your hip. Drinking you in with an unquenching thirst. You wondered if others might condemn your indecency, then realized you didn't care. This is why you brought him here. This is what you wanted. All these years of playing "gun-for-hire" it was all for him. The man who was tired of drinking alone. Who smelled of fine whiskey and cheap cigarettes. Who was so full of contrast and contradiction. The one who found beauty in the the places no one thought to look.

The man who liked cheese and tropical fish.

Shiu stirred, throat dry and eyes bleary.

What time is it?

Twilight shone through his parted curtains, bathing him in deep blue. For a moment, he felt like he was back in the dewey atmosphere of the Okinawa Aquarium.

The Aquarium.

Shiu scrambled out from under the covers, looking for his phone. 5 am. No messages. He looked down to see his usual sleepwear- a white t-shirt and pair of boxers.

Was he losing his mind? Had he dreamt the whole thing?

In the bathroom, no amount of face-splashing nor mirror-staring could help him recall how he'd gotten home, what happened after the date, what happened after the kiss...

His entire ride to work was a dreary blur. Memories of stingrays and jellyfish swam through his mind's hazy periphery, but sitting at the forefront was you. You with his wallet and that cheeky smile. You with your hand held warmly in his. You with your eyes so full of the ocean's depths. Surely it wasn't all just in his head.

Right?

At work, Fushiguro made no mention of his absence. Everything was exactly as he had left it. Staring blankly at his computer, worthless dating profile still up on the screen, he stiffened as you melted from the shadows behind.

"Still on that old thing?" You gestured to the screen.

Shiu stared, lips parted, scanning your features.

"Speechless, huh? I get that a lot." You winked. "Did'ya do anything fun this weekend?"

He gulped. Mouth dry. He thought he had. Now he was forced to admit it had all been some maladaptive daydream. A desperate wish conjured up by his own drunken loneliness.

"I...I don't know..." He said with a faraway look.

"Ah well," you said with a wave as you bounced toward the door in a cheerful saunter. "They can't all be memorable."

Casting his gaze downward, a small black and white something caught Shiu's eye.

A bit of paper sat upon his desk. In the low light of the office it looked like trash at first, something he had crumpled up in frustration. But as his eyes adjusted, he was able to make out the vague features of a small, poorly folded bit of origami in the shape of a-

"Sting ray..." Shiu whispered to himself, thoughts firing fast.

"Pardon?" You paused in the doorway.

Confidence returning, a growing smile flickering across his face, he asked, "Do you want to grab a drink with me later?"

A bashful hand flew to your mouth as you feigned your reserve. "Mr. Kong, are you asking me out on a date?"

"You can save the theatrics." He said with a sly grin. "This one's on you, remember?" He said, searching his pockets.

"Looking for this?" You held up the leather-bound wallet with a teasing wink.

"You little-"

Darting from the room in a fit of laughter, Shiu went to give chase before pausing and returning quickly to his computer. He hovered for a moment over the still-open dating profile, considering, before making up his mind.

As he ran from the room, long legs quickly catching up to your stride, leather dress shoes nabbing at your heels, two words remained on the illuminated screen:

Account deleted.

Special shout out to @heian-era-househusband who not only came up with the idea for the ending of this story, but listened to me gripe, moan, and reread this horrendous tale for WEEKS until we were both blue in the gills.

Fun fact (if you're still here): Mr. Househusband proposed to me at an aquarium, in an underwater tunnel, surrounded by sea lions. He is now and forever more my one and only aquarium date. And I have been known to steal his wallet on occasion.

Fin.

[fantasyandromancelover]

Princess Bride quotes that I think would suit Hazbin characters.

Alastor: I mean, once word leaks out that a demon has gone soft, people begin to disobey you, and then it’s nothing but work, work, work all the time.

Charlie: You mock my pain!

Alastor: Life is pain highness. Anyone says different is selling something.

Charlie: You mocked me once. Never do it again! I died that day! And you can die too for all I care!

Alastor: As you wish my dear.

Sir Pentious: You never said anything about killing anyone.

Adam: I've hired you to help me start a war. That's a prestigious line of work with a long and glorious tradition.

Sir Pentious: I just don't think it's right, killing an innocent girl.

Adam: Am I going mad or did the word "think" escape your lips? You were not hired for your brains, you reptilian land mass!

Angel: That Adam, he can fuss.

Sir Pentious: Fuss, fuss, I think he likes to scream at us.

Angel: Probably he means no harm.

Sir Pentious: He really very short on the charm.

Angel: Oh, you've a great gift for rhyme.

Sir Pentious: Yes, some of the time.

Adam: Enough of that!

Angel: Are there rocks ahead?

Sir Pentious: If there are, we’ll all be dead.

Adam: No more rhymes now! I mean it!

Sir Pentious: Anyone want a peanut?

Adam: Ahhhhh!

Adam: Inconceivable!

Angel: You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means.

Vox: Surrender!

Alastor: You mean you wish to surrender to me? Very well, I accept.

Husk: That’s s not what he said. He distinctly said "to blave." And, as we all know, "to blave" means "to bluff." So you're probably playing cards, and he cheated.

Rosie: Liar! LIAR!

Husk: Get back witch!

Rosie: I’m not a witch! I’m your wife but after what you just said, I’m not even sure if I want to be that anymore!

Husk: You never had it so good!

Alastor: Give us the gate key.

Tom: I have no gate key.

Angel: Pentious tear his arms off.

Tom: Oh you mean this gate key.

Angel: Hello, my name is Angel Dust. You killed my friend. Prepare to die.

Angel: Offer me money.

Valentino: Yes!

Angel: Power, too, promise me that.

Valentino: All that I have and more. Please...

Angel: Offer me anything I ask for.

Valentino: Anything you want...

Angel: I want my friend back, you son of a bitch!

Vox: To the death!

Alastor: No. To the pain.

Vox: I don't think I'm quite familiar with that phrase.

Alastor: I'll explain. And I'll use small words so that you'll be sure to understand, you junkyard faced buffoon. To the pain means the first thing you lose will be your feet, below the ankles, then your hands at the wrists, next your nose.

Vox: And then my tongue, I suppose. I killed you too quickly the last time, a mistake I don't mean to duplicate tonight.

Alastor: I wasn’t finished. The next thing you lose will be your left eye, followed by your right.

Vox: And then my ears, I understand. Let's get on with it.

Alastor: Wrong! Your ears you keep and let me tell you why. So that every shriek of every child at seeing your hideousness will be yours to cherish. Every babe that weeps at your approach, every woman who cries out, "Dear God, what is that thing?" will echo in your perfect ears. That is what "to the pain" means. It means I leave you in anguish, wallowing in freakish misery forever.

[ultimatetattletale]

Hi sorry I died for a while but I've been waiting for my computer to be fixed so I can draw pretty stuff again (yes it's taken like 6 months). Now please consider my thoughts on what animals different danganronpa characters would be

I tried to make sure there weren't any duplicates unless the characters are related and some of these I've put more thought into lol

Yasuhiro is a goat but like the fainting ones because it sounds funny and I can see him freezing up and falling over.

Junko and ikusaba are both chihuahuas because they're super cute but stereotypically people say they're little demons and that fits junko, she seems innocent but is just a big meanie. And I see ikusaba as being like a buff chihuahua who's all awkward but could eat you alive.

Makoto and Komaru are ferrets, ferrets need other ferrets for inrichment and that's basically makoto he wants friends to be happy. Also I think ferrets are very silly, I have 4 named noodle, little man, chonk, and rebel (like Starbuck).

Kyoko is a cat, I felt like a cat could match many different characters but I believe that she fits a cat the most. Cats are cute but pretty solitary also I think it matches with the fact she isn't very scary compared to some characters (ik she's like mysterious type scary and stone cold but I think she's a cutie).

Fukawa is a skunk bc she's stinky.

Byakuya is a cheetah and I thought about this quite a bit, I had a few different ideas on what to pick but honestly I think since he's blonde he's obviously a cheetah!! Duh!!

Asahina is an otter bc swimming and cute.

Sakura... I had so much trouble deciding this one ommmgg 😭 I was thinking about bigger animals and like martial arts and I was thinking about a gorilla and how they like punch their chests. It's the best I could come up with.

Leon is a weasel because I could see a weasel trying baseball and not liking it very much.

Sayaka is a panda because people love pandas and I could see a panda singing pop music.

Chihiro is a bunny because cute and small, also he's like Judy hops cuz he and her wanna prove they're stronge or smth 💪🏻

Mondo is an alligator bc grrrr scary 🐊

Hijumi is a walrus bc his lips kinda look like a walrus and he's chunky like a walrus, I thought of a hamster too but I thought it fit another character better.

Ishimaru I can see being a Labrador dog bc he's a silly little guy. He'd be the dog that barks at flys.

Celeste is a fruit bat bc vampire bat is what she wishes she was so she tries to be scary and goth but she's just a cute fuzz baby.

Nagito is a wolf bc he's literally wolf in sheep's clothing but he's also kinda cute.

Hajime is a panther who doesn't know how to be a panther, he tries to be a house cat.

Teruteru is a mouse bc ratatouille but I wanted him to be a mouse bc they're smaller and I think someone else fits the rat better.

Twogami I was thinking maybe a pig who wears cheetah fur or smth, like he wears the animal skin of what he's imitating.

Pekoyama is a gazelle bc they're coooool.

Mahiru is a red panda cuz they're small and cute and red like her hair

Soda is a rat bc I can imagine him being a sewer rat who smells bad in his silly little jumper.

Sonia is a swan bc they're elegant and pretty like a princess.

Fuyuhiko is a honey badger bc they're not very big but they give 0 fucks abt anything.

Tanaka is a Vulture and everyone's like 'whaaat a vulture taking care of hamsters???? Craaazy he'll eat them' but really he loves his little guys and would never.

Nekomaru is a lion bc team work and big.

Akane is a jaguar bc big and grrrr.

Chiaki is a sugar glider bc tiny and cute.

Saionji is the basilisk bc I can see her Jesus running on water.

Ibuki is a parrot bc caawww and repeating people and singing bird.

Mikan is a possum bc they faint when scared and that's funny haha but also I think they're cute.

Kamukura is a panther but he knows how to be a panther and doesn't wanna be a house cat like Hajime.

Shuichi is a coyote bc he ain't a big wolf but he isn't a tiny dog, he's like in the middle and he's adaptable I'd say.

Kaede is a spider monkey cuz they're like very social but can be aggressive and I think kaede is a more bold but friendly character (ignoring pregame)

Amami is idk!!! I thought about it alot and I stuck with a tortus or a super chill deer.

Maki is like a black mamba cuz they're fast and when I think of an assassin I think of snakes. Also I believe black mambas aren't super aggressive unless bothered and I think this applies to Maki. She isn't aggressive really for no reason she might be sassy sometimes but she isn't gonna throttle you for no reason at all.

Himiko is a dove bc magician.

Kiibo is a chicken bc it made me think of the robot chicken TV channel thing.

Tsumugi is a fox bc cute and pretty but sneaky and will probably give you rabies.

Kirumi is an owl because she seems wise and owls are usually depicted as wise in media.

Ryouma is a poison dart frog bc tiny but will kill you with his tennis balls.

Korekiyo is a giraffe bc tall and lanky.

Tenko is a mongoose and honestly idk why I couldn't think of anything else except maybe that lizard that's like only girls and reproduces asexually so they're all female lizards.

Angie is an African wolf dog bc they work really well when hunting and it would be her little cult of dogs.

Kaito is a border collie bc they're really smart but cute and people always assume they're dumb but they're very smart and everyone says Kaito is dumb but honestly he's gotta be smart to be an astronaut.

Kokichi is a racoon bc he's a trash panda who would also give you rabies.

Miu is a pelican bc she has a big mouth and doesn't shut upppppp!!

Gonta Is an eleghant bc usually elephants are pretty chill and they're suuuuper cute and big.

OK thanks for listening to my Ted talk I might post drawings of chiaki soon bc she's my favorite female danganronpa character and I love her

[deathmetalunicorn1]

for RoR, yandere both for any gods and humans that you may want, an angel-god-like person?

basically, reader used to be human, and was despised as one. Being treated terribly as a human, before selling their soul to work as an angel for a god. Thinking that they would get a better life. But, the god that they sold their soul to, the god of wealth, was also the god of greed… so after seeing countless of innocent souls die by the god’s hands and making the reader suffer through being reborn each and every single time after death, the reader finally kills their own god. Thus making them now taking the god’s place and absolutely shunning both humanity and deities. Now being known as the Angel of Blind judgment or god of Blind Judgment and mirrors. A legend residing in a forests of gods trees.

reader is disgusted and shows disdain when knowing the feelings of god/human. And brushes it off. Not wanting to fight for any side and just wants to see the down fall. But, due to a soft side on the opposite side, ends up fighting for humanity/gods.

reader is blindfolded, like Qin Shi Huang, and can see. Their main power is using anything made of glass and being able make duplicates of themselves when a piece of them is shattered. If they break completely, it’ll take a longer time for them to regenerate. Having been completely immortal. They can be described wearing old colors or just pure white or black.

you can do this with any characters that you may like. It’s completely fine if you can’t do this! Please take care of yourself!

-How did it come to this? How was there so much corruption, not just on earth with humans, but in Valhalla, with the gods as well.

-When you were a human, you were treated cruelly, a slave that was tortured for fun, before being put in an arena with other slaves to fight for your lives.

-You didn’t last long but your opponent was a lion who made quick work of you.

-You had foolishly believed that the gods did things to humans like you to test you, to make you prove that you were a good person, and you foolishly sold your soul to become an angel, to carry out your god’s will.

-Your god was two faced, on one side he was the God of Wealth, bestowing riches upon others, but he was also the God of Greed, tainting the hearts of others to always want more.

-So many innocents suffered, you were forced to watch greedy people tear each other apart over wealth, and innocents who were on the sidelines were forced to suffer, starving as those fighting were ignoring those who needed them most.

-The god found it fun, getting entertainment from it, it reminded you of those cruel people who tortured you and others for their entertainment.

-In a single moment of blind rage, you killed the god, stunning all under his power, and with that, you became a goddess yourself, but you hated the title, choosing to remain an angel, in name only.

-Many of the other gods learned of your actions, many wanted justice but you quickly shut them up, “Those who torture others for their own pleasure are no gods, they’re monsters.” They were angry at your words, but many had to agree, a few feeling guilty.

-You moved to a quiet but large forest to live in peace away from others, away from their tainted souls, unable to stand seeing the evil in their hearts and souls.

-You lived happily in your forest, surrounded by trees and animals, who were pure, taking only what they needed to survive.

-While not often, you didn’t care for visitors, gods and humans who would come to seek you out, wanting your advice as the god, or angel, of blind judgement, but if their reasons for seeking you out was selfish, you refused them, kicking them out.

-You heard about Ragnarok, a battle between humanity and the gods, for the salvation of humans, and you grew angry, feeling rage that the gods, rather than taking responsibility for their own actions, would rather just wipe out the problem entirely.

-Zeus approached you first, requesting you fight for the gods, staring up at you in your large tree, as you were sitting on a higher branch.

-You floated down, your wings fluffing out behind you, your long white sundress flowing elegantly before you landed before him.

-You said nothing as you put a hand on his head, patting gently, “I won’t fight for those not worth fighting for.” Zeus didn’t argue, as he knew you were right and he bowed his head, thanking you.

-When Brunnhilde approached you shortly after, you were a bit nicer as you could see her wants, her determination to beat the gods, to teach them a lesson.

-However, like before, you refused, before Brunnhilde asked if you would at least be a backup fighter, pleading with you.

-There was something about her eyes, a fire behind them, and being a human yourself once, you wanted to give humanity a chance.

-You sighed deeply, turning from her, “You should have just sent another flood.” She and Goll leapt at you, hugging you which did make you smile before you reiterated that you were only a backup, only to fight if necessary, which she agreed to.

-When you arrived at the stadium, heads turned all over, you were stunningly beautiful, even Aphrodite was staring, your wings were tucked in at your back, and you wore your normal dress, but you added a blindfold across your eyes, as you didn’t wish to see the tainted souls in the arena.

-You could feel the souls all around you, whispering their wants to you, selfish and cruel desires, wanting others to suffer, wanting more wealth, how they weren’t happy in their marriage and wanted another.

-You were annoyed when the gods tried an underhanded trick and took out two of the fighters for humanity, making them unable to battle, angry at their treachery and not even willing to fight fair.

-When you walked out the gods were instantly shouting out their outrage, as you were a god, you should be fighting for the gods.

-You held up a hand and they felt a wave of power flow from you, silencing them, “I won’t fight for those who would rather erase their problems than handling them as gods should. But just like gods, there is evil in humanity, but where there is evil, I have also seen good. I’m fighting for those who fight for their lives, rather than fighting for wealth and power.”

-If you were able to see, you would see an arena full of guilty looking humans and gods, ashamed for their actions and selfish desires.

-Your opponent was another god of greed who taunted you, “What’s wrong with wanting more?” you spread your arms out and glass formed, swirling around you to make four clones of yourself, “It’s not wanting more that is bad, it’s ignoring those who need what you want and keeping it for yourself while they suffer.”

-You barely moved, letting your clones do the hard work, despite being made of glass, while they did break, your clones were way stronger than normal glass, so it was harder to break.

-Nobody had ever seen you fight before, and while amazing, it was almost intimidating, you were so strong, controlling your clones and barely lifting a finger yourself, other than repairing your clones that had been broken.

-You were the only one to walk away from your fight with no injuries, only one tear in your dress, but nothing you couldn’t fix.

-Brunnhilde and Goll sought you out, Goll leaping into your arms, celebrating your win; you were nicer to her, as she was a child, and children were usually less tainted compared to adults, patting her head before Brunnhilde brought you to a quiet waiting room, where you could watch the other fights without being bothered.

-The strawberries she brought you afterwards, after she asked if you needed anything, were delicious, juicy and sweet with just a hint of tartness.

-A knock came to your door and you turned your head, still blindfolded, before you turned back to the screen, listening to the fight, “Enter.”

-A man entered, “Forgive me for interrupting you, my lady, but I wanted to ask you something.”

-You recognized this voice, Jack the Ripper, but he wasn’t really Jack the Ripper, he took the name after killing the original one, so to you, he was just Jack.

-You waved your hand and a second chair appeared, offering him a seat, “You may sit with me. What is it that you wished to ask?”

-He approached and surprised you, taking a hand in his, pecking the back of it in greeting before he took a seat, “Can you see into the souls of others as well?”

-His question was a bit of a surprise, before you remembered that he had the ability to see the souls of others, seeing them as colors of what someone was thinking or feeling.

-You were silent for a moment before nodding, “I can, I am also able to hear their wants- their desires. Wearing this makes it a bit more bearable.” As you said this, you pointed at your blindfold.

-Jack was silent for a moment before he spoke, “Can you tell what I want?” you looked in his direction, a soft smile on your lips, “I can, you want something- or should I say someone, back. You want the first person that you felt remorse for, wanting to take back what you have done. You want Hercules back.”

-He was silent, but you knew you were right and he could see into you, seeing your swirling colors, surprised at them, as you were scared, like you were scared to get close to someone, afraid of betrayal, but also sadness and what looked to be a longing of your own, “May I ask what you desire?”

-Your chuckle was humorless as you leaned your head back, amused that he was able to see it, “My desire is one that will never be obtained. I want all to be free from want- to be happy with what they have. But alas, there will always be someone who wants more.”

-He nodded and stood, not wanting to overstay his welcome with you but you spoke, “You may stay if that is your desire. I do not mind.” Jack was surprised but nodded, thanking you before taking his seat once again.

-It was the start of a beautiful friendship, as you were so similar in your desires, despite never voicing them to others.

[sleepingdeath-light]

their child dies hcs ; joy joy gang

requested by ; anonymous (17/05/22)

fandom(s) ; dark deception

fandom masterlist(s) ; here

character(s) ; hangry the pig, lucky the rabbit, penny the chicken

outline ; “Omg your 'joy joy gang with a kid reader' are so good! But wait wait wait, I want a part 2! how about a mortal came in and then ACCIDENTALLY kill the child on the process. How would their react seeing their child- i mean... The KID dead ? Ignored my request if it's make you uncomfortable :D”

note ; continuation of this post

warning(s) ; child death, canon typical levels of violence

they thought you were safe — you were meant to be safe

they’d made sure you were comfortable and contained in your bedroom before the human even got there — giving you strict instructions to stay there until they came to get you

but the mortal found you first — following the trail of duplicates into the main building and breaking into your room

he probably thought that there was a weapon or a secret escape route there given how many of them were guarding you

but no

it was just you — a tiny, fragile, helpless little human child with your joy joy gang plushies and your merchandise shirt that was four sizes too big

innocent, vulnerable, weak

and he killed you despite it all; slaughtering you in his panic before raiding your play/bedroom for everything it had

convincing himself that you were just another demon and not a child and it was fine — it had to be fine

searching for anything that could help him but finding nothing but soft toys and crayon sketches and fluffy blankets that frayed at the edges

you really were a kid

their kid

and you were dead

and they had seen it all — penny had seen it through the flickering eye of a felled duplicate

and when she saw your blood she screamed — a harrowing, deathly wail that only mourning mothers can make

and lucky and hangry’s metal hearts sank because they knew — of course they did, how could they not?

they’d failed you and you were gone and they would sooner die than let that mortal get away with it

and, rest assured, they didn’t — he never made it out of their dimension and anyone who would have seen what remained would have never even recognised it as human

but they never got over their loss, most people never do, and they mourn you every moment of every day

seeing you in every smile and every sunset and every laugh and tree and soft thing

they never buried your body as you never rotted, instead putting you back in your bed and letting you rest before boarding the room back up

they still visit you, though, as often as they can — but they never mention it to the others

because above it all, despite it all, you will always be their kid

penny’s little squishie

hangry’s chief taste tester

lucky’s tiny mischief maker

their baby, their human, their child

in life and in death

[selfcestmovies]

Deuces Kate Bishop x Yelena Bishova Wordcount: ~1500 Warnings: angst, jealousy, selfcest, ANGST, emotions, communication issues, SO MUCH ANGST

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Yelena Belova wasn't the best girlfriend in the world, she had come to realize lately. It wasn't as if she didn't adore Kate Bishop with all her heart... but Yelena knew herself to be more comfortable at a distance, even in a relationship. It didn't start too frequent, but Yelena caught herself putting up barriers. When Kate wanted to plan a date night, Yelena might feign disinterest, even though the idea excited her. When Kate would want to spend all day together in bed, Yelena would joke that she was being clingy.

Yelena didn't know why she acted this way, necessarily. Perhaps she wanted Kate to feel more dependent on her for approval. Perhaps Yelena could recognize a good thing, and deep down, she didn't know if she deserved it.

It was unfair to Kate, but the pattern didn't stop. Yelena knew that Kate wasn't going anywhere — and if anything, that thought gave her fewer reasons to break the harmful cycle. Kate had few friends and even fewer romantic interests. Yelena was her "one and only."

Until she wasn't.

Kate and Yelena had bumped up against magic-users in their missions together, but this time was different — this time, Kate kept a souvenir: an amulet that would let her temporarily "duplicate" herself into two identical bodies.

Yelena was impressed by the artifact, and so, typical for her, she had to say something snide to the archer. "Good, now you have somebody to spend time with instead of nagging me all day long, Kate Bishop."

Kate took her seriously. The next time Yelena rebuffed her for a date night, Kate used the amulet and spent time with herself instead. Yelena rolled her eyes when Kate told her the next day.

"It was actually pretty fun," Kate admitted with a coy smile. "We have all the same likes and dislikes. She's easy to talk to."

Yelena held back her laughter. Kate was practically spending time talking to herself in the mirror, for all Yelena cared. It felt simple and harmless, and a little pathetic. Yelena didn't say as much out loud, though — she just let the "Kates" have their fun, trusting that they would tire of the novelty soon enough.

But the weeks went on. Kate spent more and more time using the amulet: she'd conjure a double of herself to run multiple errands in the same afternoon, or to lend a helping hand on challenging missions, or even for casual company at home. Kate would always update Yelena, too, and it seemed all fine and dandy. Kate was giving herself emotional support that Yelena had passed on... so, all in all, it was a innocent system. They were all happy.

But then why was Yelena feeling... jealous? Was that possible? Kate was just spending time with *herself* after all — there was nothing to be jealous of, really. She couldn't tell if the Kates were being simply naive and earnest when they'd send photos of the two acting cute and flirty, or when Kate would tell stories of giving herself a back rub, or cuddling with the clone for movie nights. Was Kate trying to drive Yelena crazy with envy, or was Kate just earnestly compatible with herself — and Yelena was making something out of nothing?

Yelena knew she should have just communicated her feelings. She should have said "I miss you" or "I wish you'd spend time with me, instead" — but true to her form, she doubled down. She made the worst possible move to drive a deeper wedge into the problem:

"You should sleep with yourself, Kate. I'm serious. I bet it would feel amazing."

Kate was fully taken aback. The thought hadn't crossed her mind in the least. "Wait, really? Wouldn't that be, like, cheating on you?"

Yelena couldn't believe the words that were coming out of her mouth. "No, it would be fine. Actually I encourage it," she lied through her teeth. Every word of it stung, but she couldn't help herself. It felt impossible to tell Kate the truth: that Yelena wanted all Kate's attention and affection to herself. That she loved her. Instead, she smiled and egged her on. "Do it, I dare you."

Kate made it clear that taking things that far with the clone would be unlikely. Yelena was relieved, knowing she didn't have anything to worry about. For a week or two, the envy seemed to settle. Kate was still hers, but Yelena took all the wrong lessons away from the close-call. The barriers became more glaring. She teased Kate for making sweet gestures. She didn't say "I love you" back when prompted. She made plans to go out with friends to make Kate jealous — to push her away, senselessly, even more than she did before. Yelena hated herself for it, but she couldn't stop. It was toxic.

Kate was at home that evening, knowing that Yelena was out having fun without her. She summoned the double.

"Glad you're here," she whispered.

"I know," the double replied — they always agreed, always shared the same thoughts. "I feel the same."

The biggest thought remained unspoken: maybe Yelena's suggestion was right. Maybe it would feel good to sleep with herself. Kate hadn't been able to shake the thought — and now, feeling like she needed comfort and touch, with Yelena so far away...

"We could try it," the double whispered.

"We could."

They agreed to start with just kissing, which was bizarre at first. Each Kate vied for dominance in the exact same way, mirroring the others motions subconsciously. They giggled, then tried again, and again, until they could get it right. It was different than kissing Yelena.

"We feel softer," Kate whispered into her clone's lips before pinning her to the futon and upping the pace. "Yelena was right..."

"...this is amazing," she completed the other's thought before opening her mouth wide and letting herself give in. "We're going all the way?"

The other Kate nodded and began kissing across Kate's cheek, then to her neck. "I'm game if you are," she hummed against Kate's skin. "I can't deny... this is really fucking hot."

Kate was already lifting her clone's shirt up over her head, diving in with hands and lips against her chest, indulging to her fullest against the mirror image of her own body. She was so wrapt up in the sheer joy and ecstasy of the moment that she couldn't hear her phone ringing from across the room.

Yelena had realized her mistake. She regretted every ounce of feigned disinterest and deliberate neglect that she had cast towards Kate over the months... and she was panicking. That evening, the jealousy had returned like a tsunami. Why did she have a sudden feeling in the pit of her gut that she was loosing Kate in this very moment — that the love of her life was slipping through her fingers.

Yelena was halfway to Kate's place when Kate finally texted her back: "Taking your advice and having some fun with myself ;) Text you tomorrow."

Yelena's heart split in her chest. By the time she got home, her cheeks were stained with tears and her mind was flooded with the image of Kate being with another woman. It didn't matter that it was herself. Yelena regretted all that she had done to lead to this point. She needed to turn a new page. She needed to tell Kate how she felt.

Yelena arrived early to Kate's apartment with breakfast the next morning. Kate emerged from the bedroom, hair messed, lips swollen, and gave Yelena a sweet kiss. Moments later, the other Kate followed.

"You're still split," Yelena tried to hide her emotions.

The Kates giggled. "We've merged and split a few times since last night," they explained, casting flirty glances at one another, clearly eager to get each other undressed yet again.

Yelena swallowed her pride. "Then I'll say this to you both, Kate Bishop." She told them everything. Yelena told them how much they meant to her — how madly in love she was. How she had always pushed the people away that she cared about. How she had felt jealousy over Kate's bond with the double. How she should never have encouraged them to sleep with each other. How much it hurt to realize that it had finally happened — and that Yelena had wished she had been honest with herself sooner.

They cried — all three of them. Eventually the Kates merged back into one and gave Yelena a deep, soulful hug.

"I love you."

"I love you, too."

Kate apologized fully for what she did, but Yelena pushed back. "You did nothing wrong. First of all, I encouraged it, and second of all it was just you being with you, I shouldn't have been jealous. It's natural."

Kate blushed just thinking about it. "You're not mad?"

Yelena shook her head.

"Because," Kate pulled out the amulet and slid it across the table towards Yelena. "I think it might be your turn to give it a whirl."

[merakiui]

idk if this ask went through previously because tumblr crashed as i tried to send it in, so i'm gonna just resend it 🫶 i apologize if you get duplicate asks in your inbox about this!!

i've been thinking about yan trey after you mentioned him and jade tag-teaming a darling (´▽｀*)

he'd just be so good at slipping something into your drink at a party, using paint the roses to mask the flavor of it, and his nice-guy persona is the perfect cover for whisking you away somewhere a bit more private! nobody would suspect a thing, not even you, because he just doesn't seem like 'that kind' of guy 😭

he also strikes me as the type to gently mold his darling into what he considers to be 'ideal'! be it the way you dress, act, anything really; he's patient and good at playing the long game, so i think it'd be a piece of cake (haha) for him!

(i've also been thinking about yan jade and trey tag-teaming a darling 😭💗💗 they're both quite similar in rationale, though trey has a little less of a predator vs prey mindset and actively tries to come across as trustworthy and kind, whereas jade has no problem with revealing a darker side to tilt a situation in his favor. idk i just think their dynamic in regards to a darling would be super fun!!)

Omg yes!!! He has this very reliable older sibling type of vibe—something you just can’t help but trust and rely on because he’s always so kind, caring, and helpful. There’s no way he could ever do something as dubious as slipping something into a dessert he’s prepared for you. With his unique magic, it makes hiding what he’s done so incredibly easy. There won’t be any suspicion from you because you trust him, and if he’s worried you might taste something off in the dessert he can just twirl his magic pen and change the flavor under the guise of being innocently playful. But when you do start to succumb to the effects of whatever he put in your food, he’ll be there to offer assistance. It’s almost too quick and smooth the way he sidles up next to you and wraps an arm around you to help you stand and walk to a more secluded area so that the two of you won’t interrupt the unbirthday party. 

You’ll probably see him as your older sibling because that’s really how he acts around everyone. It’s just in his nature to be protective and caring because he looks after his little siblings. Of course being in the brother zone stings and he’s not even sure if he’d prefer the friend zone over it, but at least that means you’ll see him as harmless, sweet Trey. He doesn’t stand out very much, he’s always polite, and he’s so patient and resourceful when it comes to dealing with problems. Obviously he’s just a good person all around!

Along with molding his darling into his ideal type, I think Trey accomplishes this by easing you into very domestic situations with him. When he asks if you’d lend him a hand in the kitchen, it’ll really feel like you’re lovers baking together, the way he carefully ties an apron around you, the way he teasingly swipes flour from your cheek, the way he stands so close, nearly pinning you to the countertop, while he reaches over to turn the next page in the recipe book. Or when you spend the night at Heartslabyul with Ace and Deuce and he’s there to offer you an extra blanket or a pillow if you need it, even going so far as to offer a spare set of nightclothes if you require them. And the way his clothes fit on you if you wear them... It makes him think of how nice it would be to spend Sunday mornings with you in a nice house where the two of you are married and you’re in his shirt and he’s in his trousers and the two of you sit to admire the rising sun with coffee or tea and pastries...

Trey and Jade pining for the same darling is so fun because Jade loves unexpected situations, so when he learns that Trey also fancies you he becomes even more competitive just to see what Trey might do. Jade might even try to make Trey jealous if he’s actively attempting to push every button Trey has in hopes of getting an amusing reaction. They do have similar aspects! They’re both observers, and they know how to seamlessly diffuse situations and how to do things that will benefit them at the end of the day. It’s such a good dynamic!! Trey can use your trust of him to his advantage, while Jade can use his amiable, gentlemanly façade to lull you into a false sense of security. That, and intimidation, blackmail threats, perhaps even the completion status of your contract if you’ve signed one. You think Trey might rescue you if you find yourself cornered by Jade, but imagine how betrayed you would feel if you realize he isn’t going to do anything to dispel this situation when he looks at you with an apologetic, bashful smile that doesn’t pair well with the lust in his eyes. 

[cosmicjoke]

You know, it always stayed with me, when I first read “The Vampire Lestat”, the end, when Lestat reveals what happened to him in Paris with Armand, and reading it once again, I’m reminded of why it never left me.  It’s maybe the most heartbreaking thing in the whole book, and that’s saying a lot, considering all the tragedies of Lestat’s life up to that point.  Armand’s cruelty to Lestat here is breathtaking, the way he manipulates him, and then imprisons and starves him in order to place him in a desperate enough state to give testimony against Claudia and Louis, when already Lestat was in such horrifyingly dire straits.  Making it all the more heartbreaking is the way Lestat holds no ill will or grudge towards either Claudia or Louis for what was done, how he even feels he deserved what they did to him, and the way he had no intention of revenge, or even knowledge of their presence in Paris, but how Armand uses him to exact his own revenge for Lestat’s rejection, a thing Lestat never even conceived, and a thing even if he had understood, he couldn’t have given to Armand anyway.  It’s just so awful, and sad beyond words, the final blow being when Armand pushes Lestat from the roof of the tower.  God, it’s brutal.

And the sadness of it is really driven home all the more when so many years later, Armand finds Lestat again, and Lestat is rotting away, cut off so completely from life and the world and humanity, with no real will to live, and we see the tragedy doubled in Armand’s own loneliness and despair, the way he’s wrought his own ruin too, deserted by Louis, his duplicity and manipulation and assault of before rendering any kind of genuine reconciliation with Lestat impossible.  The way he tries one last time to win Lestat’s love and companionship, only he uses the same methods of deceit as always, conjuring illusions to win the love he craves.  And it’s far too late, too much bad history between them, too many mistakes made, and Lestat is too far gone at that point for it to have ever worked.

I think what really drives these scenes home in their tragedy too is the kind of juxtaposition of Lestat and Armand, the way their roles have in a way reversed, with Armand decked out in the modern finery of the 20th century, moving among the modern world, while Lestat lies in ruin beneath the foundations of a rotted out relic of a house from the 18th century, clothed in rags and lost in despair and physical degradation.  But both of them are totally alone still, cut off and outcast in their own ways.  Armand’s strange obsession with Lestat, continuing to hang about near to him, and Lestat’s consuming despair at last driving him under the earth.  It’s just such a powerful and poignant and heartbreaking study of loss and aloneness and what it means to be truly outcast.  I felt so deeply for both of them while reading this, even with the horror I felt at Armand’s cruelty. 

I think the paragraph that got me the hardest was this:

“The earth was holding me.  Living things slithered through its thick and moist clods against my dried flesh.  And I thought if I ever do rise again, if I ever see even one small patch of the night sky full of stars, I will never never do terrible things.  I will never slay innocents.  Even when I hunted the weak, it was the hopeless and the dying I took, I swear it was.  I will never never work the Dark Trick again.  I will just... you know, be the “continual awareness” for no purpose, no purpose at all.”

It speaks so hauntingly and with such sadness to Lestat’s true tragedy.  That he feels so lost in the world as this being with no purpose, no use, no point. 

His one and only consolation in life was this idea that he could give his life meaning through doing good in the world, and he’s left now an immortal who can give his eternal life no meaning at all.

Ah, I weep.

How can one not feel for Lestat?  How can one ever accuse him of being a shallow or frivolous person?  I’ll never know.  He’s anything but.

[sturnsvlg]

WRONG BUT SO RIGHT- Matt, Chris x reader

-orange is Chris, blue is Matt, pink is the girl.

⚠️: smut, 3sum, no incest!!, profanity, slight cheating, unprotected sex, ecs..

“Chris do you know where Matt is?” I asked walking down the stairs seeing Chris sitting on the couch in the living room, I’d been calling my boyfriend’s phone all morning, no response.

“He went somewhere with Nick I don’t know, why? I’m not enough company for you?”

“My boyfriends company would be better”

I sigh throwing my self on the couch leaving a cushion between us.

“Mm whatever”

I just glanced at him slightly, this was a pretty often thing he’d do, compare himself to Matt, or even just flirting with me.

“Sooo whatcha watching, do you mind if I watch it with you?”

“Scream, I’m not really paying attention to it though but yeah”

“Okay cool”

I nodded turning my attention to the television, this isn’t weird for us we always watch movies together we’re not doing anything so what’s the harm.

“I like those glasses on you” his attention was fully on me “you look- you look pretty” Chris added “thanks Chris” I giggled before we exchanged smiles “I’ll be right back” standing walking to the kitchen I looked around for what I wanted to grab to drink , I decided on a Pepsi feeling hands on my waist as I bent to grab it “Matt your back” I said turning around

But it wasn’t Matt.

“Did you ask for that?” He asked me tilting his head, I felt my eyes twitch I dropped the drink from my hand both of us watching as it fell “now you have to clean that up” Chris began shaking his head “come on Presley clean it up” his tone getting more aggressive “sorry” I grabbed the paper towels and got on my knees wipping the floor.

“You look so good down there, on your knees looking at me with those innocent eyes”

“I see what Matt sees, you’re perfect you know that”

“Chris.”

“Come on, I know you want me I see the way you look at me when Matt’s not around”

“Chris stop it” I stood up tossing the paper towels in the trash

“Why? You know it’s true”

Why is he doing this to me, He knows I’m with his brother.

“Chris please, we can’t”

“Can’t what? what am I doing”

“You know what you’re doing”

“Come on Presley just let me please you, you want it and I know it”

“I don’t? I dont.”

“Mm sounds like your trying to convince yourself”

his hand began tracing my arm, this eventually turned into his hand cuffing my right cheek

“What if Matt comes home, he’ll never forgive me Chris”

“Then we better make this fast, right?”

I nodded before he connected his lips to mine, I couldn’t help it I mean am I really wrong? they’re literally duplicates, copy and paste, it felt so wrong but so right.

“Come on” he lifted me walking me to his room that was downstairs my legs separated from around his waist as he layed me down gently on his bed

“Can I take these off?” He said referring to the shorts I wasn’t wearing “mm lace huh?” he lowered himself his nose grazed my clit “Matt’s so lucky, he gets to fuck you every night” “please” his thumb rubbed my clit terribly slowly “Chris JUST FUCK ME” I groaned loudly “calm down baby, I had to wait and so do you” “Chris we don’t have time to wait, please just-” “okay” he nodded lowering my laced panties revealing the dripping due to his teasing “wet for me? I’m gonna eat you out and then I’m gonna fuck you better than you’ve ever been fucked, understood?” I nodded slowly, he began placing wet kisses down my thighs and then onto my clit “mmh yes Matt” his head snaps up “oh my god” I covered my mouth “I’m so sorry” I sighed grabbing his hand “please don’t stop Chris, it just slipped out” I practically begged “uh I think we should stop” he sat up pulling my panties back up before standing off the bed “I’m sorry Chris” I stood as well pulling up my shorts.

- a while later.

“Hey baby sorry I didn’t reply I just seen your text me and Nick went to the store to get groceries” he kissed my forehead “what’s wrong? Are you okay?” I just nodded giving him a slight smile “I’ll be right back I really have to pee” “Okay press, come to our room when you done I missed you”

I didn’t go to the bathroom, I didn’t even have to pee. I needed to find Chris before he told him something I was so scared.

“Chris, there you are” I whispered grabbing his arm “I’m sorry about everything I shouldn’t have let you kiss me and I shouldn’t have came into your room and I definitely shouldn’t have called you Matt, but please don’t tell-“

“I’m not going to tell him anything, but I’m not going to say I’m sorry Presley, I’m not”

“Chris we can’t make this a thing”

“Can I just get one more kiss? Please, I really need it”

I thought about it, but clearly not enough. I said yes. I know, I know it was stupid but I just can’t help myself.

“Wow, okay so is this what y’all do?” Me and Chris parted looking back “Matt it’s not what it-“

“Yeah it kind of is what it looks like” Chris said “Stop it Chris it’s not” “so you want Chris? Hm?one of us wasn’t enough for you?”

“Matt stop” “don’t tell me to stop, did yall fuck?”

It was silent I’m not sure why cause we really didn’t.

“Wow, so how many times has this happend? I fuck you every night and you wanted more?”

“We didn’t have sex Matt I swear”

I looked at Chris wondering why he wasn’t backing me up in this.

“Does he fuck you better” Matt whispered in my ear. “I wouldn’t know” I whispered back with a slight attitude, I was getting mad.

“Let’s find out then” he shouted “god Matt you sound crazy just stop, I understand if you wanna end this but your not gonna antagonize me”

“I’m not playing”

I looked at Chris and seen him laying on the bed his hands behind his head he was amused by our argument it seemed “take your clothes off Presley” “what are you serious?”

Instead he just sent me a death glare.

“Oh okay”

And so I did, I took my clothes off only left in the same laced bra and panties from earlier.

I didn’t care if I looked like some triplet groupie I knew it was true we were just having some fun, Right?.

“Your body is so sexy, isn’t it Chris” I looked away this felt so fucking crazy. “Come here” Chris called to me I looked at Matt who nodded in approval, there’s no way this is happening right now.

I walked to Matt waiting for someone to tell me what to do next instead of using words he just patted his lap, I was so hesitant, “don’t act shy now” Chris insisted “never been shy” I lied before I straddle his lap he began places familiar wet kisses onto my face and neck I looked over at Matt who was just watching, “don’t look at me look at Chris, I’ll get to you soon”

I nodded quickly looking back to Chris my hand going from his bare chest to the hem of his red plaid pajama pants and black boxers “beg.”

He said moving my hand “please Chris, I need you” “How bad?” “Really bad please”

Wow I was really beginning right now.

“Get up”

And so I did.

He got undressed while I was looking between the two boys “aren’t you gonna undress too?” I asked Matthew “is that what you want? You wanna take both of us huh?” I nodded biting my lip “alright then”

- at this point every one way basically naked just left in our undergarments.

“Are you both hard?” Causing them to both nod yes.

“So what should we do first” they looked at eachother “lay down” they said in sync “uhm have yall done threesums before” “no” they once again said in sync “liars” I mumbled rolling my eyes before laying down “open your legs” I did watching as Chris got on his knees on the bed and Matt got between my legs.

“open your mouth” Chris lightly slapped my cheek there was to much going on, Chris was about to stick his dick in my mouth and Matt’s rubbing his thumb over my wet laced panties.

“you gonna suck my dick for me baby?” Chris asked making my nod frantically “good girl”

Chris’s dick was tracing my lips, and then slid slowly into my mouth, before hitting the back of my throat. He was bigger than Matt if I’m being honest. Meanwhile Matt had just ripped my panties off rubbing his index around my clit “Your so wet for us Presley dripping all over the bed, we haven’t even fucked you yet” I wanted to say something but I was just gagging and swallowing what his brother had going on.

“Ngghh FUCK” I shouted pulling chris out of my mouth due to Matt’s slender figures entering me “yes matty” I moaned to his touch “can I take this off” Chris was referring to my bra “yes” Chris was now sucking my breasts “raw. or. condom.” he said between kissing my clit, “I don’t care just fuck me” I groaned to their touch “okay but you have to be quiet cause Nick might hear”

he pulled his boxers off lining he tip that was leaking pre cum up with my walls, “you ready baby?” I nodded ‘yes’ this allowed him to push himself into me “oh fuck” I wanted to scream so bad. Chris sucking my breast while I jerk him off and Matt fucking me, this was like an insane dream.

“Faster Matt faster” I moaned “I’m gonna c-cum” Chris’s head tilted back “in my mouth Chris” he shoved his dick closer to my face my tongue stuck out waiting “f-fuck you look so pretty like that mama, I’m bout to c-cum” shots of warm nut hit the back of my throat and around my lips, “fuck Chris” “I’m close too baby where do you want me to cum” Matt said with his hand around my throat and the other around my waist “cum in my mouth too, switch places” “please” I added they looked at eachother before switching places.

“Can you cum again for me Chris?” I ask him grabbing his hand “for you” he nodded lining himself up with me “FUCK CHRIS NGHH” I screamed as he pushed into me “yes yes yes”

“Open your mouth” and so I did, he spit in my mouth slapping me slightly hard “I didn’t get a scream like that” “cum in my mouth matty” I grabbed his dick jerking it off tracing my tongue at his tip, before he let his hot shots hit my face “you taste so good I love you so much Matt” I moan still jerking him off slowly letting him go “yeah? More then Chris right” “mm I don’t know he’s f-fucking me pretty good Matty” I giggled jokingly, “damn right” Chris said flexing his arm .

“oh fuck Chris I’m gonna c-cum” I slapped Matt’s chest looking for his hand “right here baby” Matt held my hand “FUCK Presley cum on my dick for me” he said causing me to nod slower than ever I was grabbing both Matt’s hand and Chris’s “Chris I’m cumming IM CUMMING!” I exclaimed squeezing their hands feeling my stomach pit before releasing all over his dick.

“God y’all are perfect” I moaned “you did so good for us” Chris sighed pulling his shorts up “how do you feel did you like that?” Matt asked pushing my hair behind my ear “imma get her cleaned up” Chris stood getting a wet towel “I feel- I feel good, I think?” I was so confused. “You shouldn’t feel anything but good, it’s okay we just gave you what you wanted, right?” He said pecking my forehead “I know I just kind of feel guilty, it felt so wrong but like so right” I sat up rubbing my face “I enjoyed it” Chris said coming back in the room with a dripping towel I giggled watching as he ran the towel around my walls he then kissed my stomach while pulling up my panties.

Stop I never wrote a smut like this before it took my kind of long to write so sorry if it’s not good…

[satomatto]

. D5 | Satoru Gojo | DRESS UP

part of my kinktober. now duplicate here (totally out of blue).

tw: frottage, dress-up (Gojo receiving); little obessed!Gojo.

cw: 700

Gojo is an experimentalist.

When he says he's willing to try anything, you know he's not kidding.

When he shows up in a revealing outfit, you're not surprised. Even if it's a maid's outfit that barely not covers his body. Or, rather, part of one costume he once bought for you. To be exact: a lacy, translucent apron that veils his chiseled body.

The pretty bow at his waist beckons you to pull the ribbon as he twirls around to present his current look. Playful eyes stare at you innocently from under his fluffy, deliberately obvious flapping lashes.

Wiggling his hips, Gojo heads for the kitchen, assuming he's going to make you something for breakfast, you follow him.

In fact, his cooking is frankly average. Not a walking disaster, but not a Michelin star at all. Eggs or pudding, though, he'll do it.

Whistling a suspiciously familiar tune, he makes your cheeks bloom like a Christmas tree. Deftly spinning the pot in his hand, he pulls out a whisk, his every movement falling into rhythm. The same rhythm he used to pull you to new heights just hours ago.

You watch mesmerized as he handles the kitchen appliances, Gojo only squinting at your dazed expression, murmuring softly and putting the cream on the stove with smooth but quick movements.

You blink dully for a few seconds, staring into the void until your eyes meet.

As it would seem that you've just finished, his figure overshadows yours again, looming over you with his trademark smile. relatively innocent, you don't even have time to think about the catch…

And he's already pressing you into the table. The look is almost insane, a special kind of aggression, boiling like pudding on the stove behind him, a way of expressing his feelings; Gojo is not gentle, his passion boils inside, mingles with his blood, drives him through the swollen veins in his arms. He's always like this, it's the only way he knows how.

The familiar thong peeks out from under his apron as he swings his hips around your still-clothed crotch. Your robe was half off, baring your shoulder, and opening your sensitive nipples to the cool air wafting through the apartment.

Perhaps you should teach him to close the windows.

With a low moan, Satoru nuzzled against your chest; inhaling deeply, covering his eyes in pleasure, he obediently molded himself to your outstretched hand, burying your fingers in his silky hair.

His gaze is blank, his clear eyes like cloudless skies, his scratchy lips covering your collarbones with soft but insistent kisses, until the right hand he's resting on the poor tabletop begins to clench into a fist. The wood cracks under his palm, but he ignores it-he'll buy a new one if he needs one, but right now his mind isn't even on it. On principle.

Sex as a way to forget - does that mean you're his dose? After all, he is truly addicted to this state of mind.

His empty, sweet head is now filled with one obsession: to fuck you. Completely ignoring the world around him. He doesn't want to think about anything else.

Already pulling his cock out, Satoru pulls down your perfectly clean cotton panties, gently placing his hand on your soft tummy as you spread your legs for him, taking you by the inside of your thighs under the knee.

His cock flops flat, sliding between your slick wet labia and collecting the lubrication that has accumulated there.

With a muffled, sharp sound, he finally thrusts in. Your head is already spinning - your stretched vagina responds pleasantly to his movements, and you don't follow the moans that leave your lips, already throwing your head back and whispering his name sweetly.

Hissing, whispering, murmuring, not noticing how loud the words are scream: with each of his thrusts, your voice rises a few tones as you finally realize what's rumbling in the back of your throat, you fall silent, your face already crimson from the lack of oxygen and the blood rushing there.

"Fascinating," Gojo murmurs, biting your nipple and nipping one of your mounds with his lips, pulling away with a muffled pop just a few seconds later, "how about letting me hear more?"

spoiler alert: the pudding burned. Also, very sticky because of the amount of sugar Satoru generously poured in it.

[scorchieart]

Characters: Gilbert von Obsidian x F!Reader

POV: 1st person Genre: Slice of Life

Prompt #4: “I'd agree with you, but then we'd both be lying.”

Wordcount: 999

A/N: I did it, you guys! Thank you Mary Ellen for the request and the vote of confidence, and pretty much laying the groundwork for this entire fic, it could not have been done without you. And thank you to everyone else who believed I could write Gilbert, this one goes out to you all!

I missed the little rabbit the moment I sent her away. Each day in her absence was like blindly wading through the thickest bog, pushing and pulling with no end in sight, as though the sun had forgotten to dawn. I missed the way she happily hopped into my sights like a footloose bunny, spun poetry from the even most mundane of topics like a morning dove, and warmed my skin as heartily as a babe seeking her mother’s embrace. 

All these things and more I wanted to convey upon her return, to tell her of the heartache that flowed through my veins as organically as my own blood, both sustaining and rotting me from the inside out, but one look at her glittering smile dissolved those woes quicker than any antidote, and we were back to our daily routine.

My little bunny and I, side-by-side. Nothing in between.

“Won’t you at least try one of Prince Yves’s danishes? He prepared four entire batches before agreeing to let me bring some back for you.”

Her words were sincere and earnest, and I could tell she truly had my best interest at heart as she carefully arranged three pastel pastries from a rose-draped basket onto a plate. A gentle breeze whistled through the gazebo where we sat, and though our shoulders were flush against each other, the sweets she carried seemed to separate us once again, like a border between winter and spring.

“I’d much rather have one of your famous double-chocolate dipped cookies instead,” I said, lightly pushing the plate back onto the table with the hilt of my cane. “Or a dozen.”

She frowned and picked the plate up again. “But I can make those for you any day. These were prepared only just this morning, and I went through a great deal making sure they stayed level on the journey. The meringue in the batter will deflate if we wait any longer.”

“And that is precisely what I want,” I said. Though we have known each other for quite some time now, I still wondered whether she could pick up on all my cues. Visual ones she mastered instantly, as did most who met me, like when I tap my cane on the ground to grab attention or tilt my head to emphasize a point. But she still needed to work on subtext, because while I meant my comment to be endearing and praiseworthy of her talents, she responded by turning the other cheek and letting out a snide “Humph!”

I truly enjoyed this playful side of her. It assured me that what I believed in was shared by another soul; that one was never too old to cling to childish habits. But what I wanted more than anything now was a return to our normal relationship, back to when the sun dawned brightly on my days like I heard it does in Rhodolite.

“Have I gone and upset my little rabbit? This simply will not do, especially in the midst of my terrain,” I said, a playful rumble gurgling in my belly as I pronounced each word. “Of course, the ill-manners of a beast left alone to prowl in his big empty castle are expected upon the first meeting of his beloved bunny after ages of crippling solitude, yes?”

She turned to face me, and in an instant I knew she had fallen yet again for my renowned duplicity, innocent as I was today.

“It wasn’t exactly ages,” she began, her face clouding with guilt. “But… I guess I have been gone longer than usual this time. I thought bringing the sweets would cheer you up, but is there any other way I could make it up to you? Besides the cookies, I mean.” She added, and the rumble in my belly released in a low chuckle.

“I have several ideas,” I said, the childlike sensation surging inside me. I raised my hand between us, palm facing upward. A few moments passed as she stared blankly at it before she caved.

“What am I supposed to do with this?” she asked, poking my hand with her forefinger.

“Well, that’s your mission now, isn’t it?” I said, stretching my cheeks in a wide grin. “There are many answers to this riddle, but only picking the best will absolve you of your misdeed.”

“And if I don’t pick the best answer?” she said.

I tilted my head and her eyes went wide. Yes, I do believe she has my visual cues down pat.

“You’re just bluffing, aren’t you?” she stammered. “Come on, it’s not like me staying away for that long was so bad. It’s not that big of a deal, right? Right?”

“Hmm. I’d agree with you, but then we’d both be lying,” I said. Of course, I was only playing this up for my own amusement, but seeing her urgently wanting to keep in my good favor gave a certain rebelliousness I could only find enjoyment with in her, my little bunny. I lightly shook my hand. “Tick tock.”

She lowered the plate and frantically looked around the gazebo, eyes darting to the table and the exit and our seat and the flora surrounding us. It was a little difficult concealing my excitement; she wouldn’t find what she was looking for around us. I could have sprung up this game in the middle of a wasteland and it would make no difference. 

Her eyes finally shut in concentration, and I took in the subtle beauty of her musings. It was like looking through a mirror of my time when she was away. Lost in thought, with no lifeline to cling to.

But in an instant, her eyes shot open and she beamed. Before I could react, she seized my upturned hand in both of hers and lunged at me, burying her face in my chest, my once-nippy fingers held captive in the compressed space between us. Touching. Nothing in between.

“Did I get it right?”

At least I can say I was able to write him before canon complicity shunted him from my grasp for the next year.

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#FFxivWrite2024 - Day 16: Third-rate

Emet-Selch and Hythlodaeus were taking a quick break, the former nursing a growing headache, and the latter lost in thought. Hermes required time alone to gather himself. And much to Emet-Selch’s relief, Azem’s vexing familiar was off somewhere with Hermes’ latest pet project. Hopefully they were keeping each other out of trouble—or at least entertained. It left the two envoys from Amaurot some time to take a breather and consider what all they had seen.

Interviewing and assessing the potential new Fandaniel was never going to be the easiest of errands, Emet-Selch thought, but it was certainly never supposed to be this frustrating .

That Emet-Selch’s patience was being stretched thin was evidenced by his increasing irritation at the creatures meandering Elpis’s fields. He stopped in his tracks, agog, as one especially peculiar creation tottered by—it looked like a ball of moss, but with a beak, and a small puddle of water balanced precariously on a leaf above its head.

“What is that? ” he asked.

“Charming, isn’t it?” Hythlodaeus smiled.

“Do not tell me you approved this concept.”

Hythlodaeus chuckled. “‘Tis the only way it would appear on this isle, my dear friend. Unless you suppose it has spontaneously popped into being. Now, wouldn’t that be exciting?”

“You know what I mean,” Emet-Selch scowled. “First the ambystoma, and now this? What even is the point of it?”

“... ‘Point?’” Hythlodaeus asked innocently.

“Yes, point . Purpose. Reason for existence. Need I elaborate further?” Emet-Selch folded his arms and frowned. “I cannot fathom why, when we have geniuses on our star of the caliber of Lahabrea, turning out concepts as awe-inspiring as Ifrita, you are also simultaneously approving things like… like… a sentient marimo on tiptoe.”

“Oh, come now. The creature is harmless.”

Emet-Selch sighed loudly. “Harmless it may be, but what good does it do? Why bother with it at all?”

“A strange question,” Hythlodaeus mused. “Should it not be sufficient that ‘the point’ is that it is pleasing? It is proving a real conversation-starter, at the very least.”

Emet-Selch’s eyes flashed slightly. “I swear, it seems like you will just let absolutely anyone with delusions of competence submit a concept to your desk.”

“That is more or less the shape of things, yes.”

“And evidently you never fail to approve their applications.”

“Oh, you are mistaken ,” Hythlodaues laughed. “I do. Do I ever . The rejection file is… quite substantial. And entertaining.”

“Based on WHAT?” Emet-Selch demanded, gesturing accusingly at the leafy creature once more.

Hythlodaeus lit up at the subject and began counting the reasons off on his fingers. “Being too near to a duplication of a previously approved concept, for one. Or if it has gaping holes in the idea—crucial details that have been left too vague to bring into realization. For sentient beings, we reject anything that has a design flaw fundamentally incompatible with life. Or if it poses an obvious and insurmountable threat to other established beings of the star. That sort of thing.”

“Honestly. Have you never considered how much more streamlined things could be at your office if you employed a roster of people who actually proved that they knew what they’re doing? Those with a history of work that shows they grasp the fundamentals of both aesthetics and practicality?”

Hythlodaeus grinned. “My, that is an idea. Such wisdom simply proves why it was only right that you should be elevated to the Convocation, and I should maintain my humble post at the Bureau.”

“As you will, then,” Emet-Selch said begrudgingly. “Just don’t come crying to me when your submissions file is overflowing with inane nonsense.”

“Duly noted,” Hythlodaeus replied.

[madman479r]

Peter x Felicia NSFW alphabet

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

The pair like to hold each other. Should Felicia cuddle up to Peter she'll trail kisses along his chest and neck, admiring his body.

Should Peter cuddle into Felicia, she'll have his head rest on her chest, knowing he enjoys the softness of them, and there she can play with his hair.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Felicia can stare at Peter's ass for hours and not get bored of it, to her it's like the beauty of the rising or setting sun, something you see everyday but still love the sight.

Peter himself loves Felicia's breasts, loving how firm yet soft they feel, especially when she gives him tit jobs.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Felicia likes getting a bit messy, she'll have Peter finish on her face so she can scoop it up and lick it clean, kitty likes her milk after all. But don't get her wrong, she loves a good creampie just as much, feeling it fill her womb up to the brim, and still going to the point it spills out of her overfilled cunt.

Peter enjoys getting Felicia to squirt, wanting to taste the sweet nectar as he laps up her pussy like an ice-cream. He also likes leaving Felicia looking like a glazed donut.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Both have a fantasy they're too timid about to share.

Peter wants to completely fill one of Felicia's cat suits with cum and have her wear it, knowing nearly every inch of her body was slathered in cum and held within the leather suit, then tearing open a hole by her crotch and fucking her while she wears the cum suit.

(Example: https://rule34.us/index.php?r=posts/view&id=3464941 )

Felicia has a fantasy of having a foursome, involving her, Peter and 2 Peter duplicates, having 3 Peters just use her for their pleasure, just ravaging her.

In her fantasy, they start off by tearing her suit off and molesting her body, playing with her tits, sticking their fingers in her mouth and teasing her holes. One kissing her, another kissing her breasts and the third eating her out. Just the thought of the three of them using her holes simultaneously like she was a free use slut, completely stuffing her full of cum. Another position where she's riding one of the Peters while the other two press their juice covered cocks to her face, each wanting her to suck on them so bad. All having turns with Felicia until she can't walk or talk and at the end they each stand over her, each stroking their cock and covering her in seed.

But ever since the revelation of Ben and Kaine, Felicia had conflicting feelings on this fantasy, not sure if it would be weird or push Peter's boundaries.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Peter was a virgin when he met and first slept with Felicia but she was happy to show him the ropes and teach him some things.

Felicia has had previous relationships so she knows what to do in the bedroom and how to please her man.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Due to their flexibility, there isnt a position they can't try, though if they had to pick some as their favourite, Felicia would chose the 'Upstanding Citizen' (as ironic as it is) where Peter stands up, holding Felicia in his arms while she wraps her arms around his neck and legs around his waist, or 'Face Off' where Peter sits on the edge of the bed or chair with Felicia sitting on his lap facing him. Either position where she's looking him in the eye as he buries his shaft into her depths, seeing the love he has for her in those innocent brown eyes.

Peter loves watching Felicia ride him cowgirl style, how her breasts bounce hypnotically and enjoys the pace she sets but he also enjoys suspending her in the air with his webs as a form of bondage.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Both give quips and jokes but mainly want to keep the atmosphere intimate and romantic, they do plenty of jokes and quips that outside the bedroom enough as it is.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Both have clear shaven crotches and not just for sex appeal. The pair wear tight fitting suits so you can imagine how uncomfortable it can feel having hair in those spots.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

The pair likes to make the other feel loved, especially during thein the carnal union of flesh.

In public Felicia likes PDA but during sex it's on a whole other level.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Felicia has a scent kink, once she found his suit and couldn't help but inhale the musk that emitted from the fabric, filling her lungs with his smell while filling her cunt with her fingers.

Peter enjoys watching Felicia's body and the way it moves. One time she laid before him, posed in her cat suit (she has spares in case) and had Peter stand over her body, jerking himself off while she posed her body for him, Felicia loved the feel of multiple loads all over her body, even putting on a show of licking herself clean for him.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Peter has a thing for bondage, maybe it's his spider like instincts but seeing Felicia tied up in his webs does something for him and Felicia certainly isn't against it. Being suspended and unable to move as he normally shy and nervous boyfriend turns into a sexual deviant when she's at his mercy.

Felicia likes role-playing and has various outfits for various roles. Nurse, cop, she even got a slave Leia costume for her star wars loving boyfriend. One she scenario she likes to play is when she puts on her Black Cat suit and Peter pretends to be just plain old Peter Parker, a civilian who gave Black Cat a place to hide from police and Cat decides to reward Peter.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Felicia likes quickies atop of buildings or even on the side of them (seeing as Peter can stick to walls and windows, those locations became accessible to them), feeling a sense of excitement, just the thought of the two of the, having sex above the city, their lovemaking visible for hundreds if they decided to look out a window or look upwards.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

The pair live a dangerous, adrenaline fuelled double life, and with their hearts still racing, they need something to do to release any pent up energy, especially for Felicia. Some nights they won't even take off their suits before they attack each other.

Felicia also likes to model for Peter, from casual outfits to lingerie, Felicia has a body women would kill for and knows it. If you got it, flaunt it.

Acts of kindness and romance from Peter can get Felicia in the mood, as a way to thank his kind heart, seeing as most her former boyfriends weren't so generous.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Pain and rape kinks are completely off the table. Pain because Peter knows he can easily hurt or break Felicia and won't risk it and neither do rape play because they deal with the scum of New York, rapists included, neither wanting to replicate such horrible disgusting acts, even if it's pretend.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Both give as much as they take, Felicia loves the faces Peter makes as she sucks on his cock, teasing the length with pecks and kisses and having him finish deep in her throat, gulping down each heavy load, looking him right in the eye.

Peter enjoys eating Felicia out but usually adds a spin to it. Once Felicia just got home and was suddenly lifted into the air, hanging upside down as Peter, in his Spider-man suit, feasted on her pussy, leaving her dangling helplessly as she lost her mind to the pleasure of his tongue. Or another time he had her sitting on his shoulders with his face buried in her cunt.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Depends on the mood and atmosphere, sometimes they just want to have the moment last forever, enjoying each others body and wanting to take it slow, others it's a blur, a rush, a thrill! They could be lounging around and suddenly find themselves in a naked tangled mess of sex and sweat.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Felicia is happy with a quickie when she feels it, even during their nightly patrols, at least when the night is quiet.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Felicia loves doing it in places they could get caught, by windows, in alleyways but one risky play she likes is to have sex whilst swinging in the air, wrapping herself around him, bouncing againt him while he swings on webs, his spider-sense ensures they don't crash into a building or anything.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Enhanced stamina is a byproduct of the spider bite and can let him go many rounds, the most Felicia was able to handle at one night before tapping out was eight consecutive rounds. But during his heat seasons it's like there's no stopping, Felicia lost count after blacking out, even when she awoke Peter was still rutting her body. Not that she minded

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Felicia loves her toys, butt plugs, blind fold, vibrator eggs, anything to add even more flair to their sex life (though cuffs became redundant since Peter could easily break from them and his webs were a better, stronger alternative). Felicia even looked to different means to make the nights more... magical

(Once Peter was just going about his day but suddenly felt a warm and wet tightness along his cock, as though it was caught in an invisible velvet vice, making him have to hide his erection from the public, thankfully his black jeans hid the dark cum stain he had. When he got home, he found out the reason he felt this way. Felicia had snuck into the New York Sanctrum and taken a book about sexual magic. Using the knowledge from the book Felicia had managed to make a voodoo like dildo linked to Peter's cock. Needles to say it was a success in her eyes. (She made it up to him by making a voodoo fleshlight tied to her, which he made use of))

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Felicia likes to edge Peter, wanting to see how long he can last and see how big a load he can spew out. Just hearing her lover's pleads to be allowed to cum makes her want to edge him even longer, how he can be reduced to a mindless mumbling mess just by her.

Peter mostly wants to make her feel as great as he can. But when he feels mischievous he can make Felicia lose her mind as well.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Both are moaners but Felicia has a whole array of whimpers, screams and gasps, she also likes to talk dirty to Peter, finding it encourages him.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

The two wonder if they could have a child, if their lives and nature would allow them to be parents. Sure they talked about it but both are uncertain.

Peter knows he'd have to devote his time to his family if they started one but can't stop being Spider-man at the drop of a hat, it's who he is, he can't look the other way when someone's in danger, he can't. But it wouldn't be fair to his child, how can he expect his child to be okay with sharing their father's attention with the world?

Felicia has made enemies throughout her career as Black Cat, enemies who wouldn't bat an eye about killing a child and worries what would happen if her past caught up with her and their child. How can she have a kid knowing they could be in danger because of her past?

But even with their fears and trepidation, they both decided if it was a girl, she would be named May Felicity Parker. If it was a boy, he would be named Walter Ben Parker.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Both have bodies that would make celebrities jealous, no question. But Peter had gained his fair share of scars over time as Spider-man, something Felicia finds hot. Under their suits, Peter wears tight underwear, as not to chafe or give wedgies and Felicia wears a C string, finding them comfortable and knows Peter likes them.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Both can't keep their hands to themselves, can you blame them?  Peter has a body like it as carved from stone and Felicia has a body like it was made by Aphrodite.

But around Autumn is when Peter goes into heat, the spider mating season and his sex drive is tenfold.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

If its not a quickie but a full blown act of sex, Peter can leave Felicia leaving exhausted and tired.

After hours of crime fighting, especially when it involves a super villain, its easy for Peter to fall asleep after a night of lovemaking.

[aventvrina]

@dupliciti

The chill of Belobog is surprisingly absent in it's underground city. Some remains of frost echo into the mines but ultimately, within the place the locals call of the Underworld it's warm enough that Aventurine finds it fitting to take his jacket off. He's being casual, or at least as casual as one can be when on the verge of confronting a headache.

Before him sits a blue haired man with green downturn eyes who betray mischief and a dopey smile of innocence. If Aventurine wasn't already vaguely familiar with the type of character he's dealing with, Sampo Koski would be painting the perfect picture of an eager business man.

In fact that's how he managed to lure the man in. A vague interest in old relics and promises of great deals are good enough to entice any normal vendor. In this case, Aventurine knows that his title also plays a part. After Topaz failed attempt at properly collecting Jarilo's debt, the IPC was branded as enemy and whatever mutual trust was deeply broken.

Aventurine had come here on a mission. It wasn't anything too grand, just a better collection of the actual assets of the planet and a formal report on the current situation. The perfect excuse to plant some moles in the crowd to have proper eyes on the true face of Jarilo-VI.

However his little mission is currently proving to be more of a hassle than he initially intended. And the man before him was the sole reason for it.

Granted he could still work around the challenge, Aventurine's not one to let his plans fail for naught. However, facing the problem head on could prove to have it's benefits when it comes to a wild card such as a criminal.

"I must say, it's rather amusing to have a wanted man try to sell me fake relics." His smile is saccharine, not reaching his eyes. "Imagine what the people would do if they knew that all it took to pay part of the debt was just to hand over their dear friend."

He had asked beforehand on Sampo, the man who disappears without a trace in the snow whenever trouble comes to find him. After a quick research in the system he gathered enough material to at least pressure the man to a stop.

"Don't worry my friend. You have nothing to fear yet, in fact, I have an offer you can't refuse." Topaz has often called his style of negotiation ruthless. But that's why she ended up demoted a rank while he sits here with a cheap beer in his hand fixing the mess she left behind.

"But first..."

The tavern was the perfect place for this. The territory might be familiar to the con man, but Aventurine is the one keeping him cornered in one of the back tables away from prying eyes. After all, they are discussing important business that cannot be heard by anyone, the privacy is appreciated.

"How about you explain to me why you're trying to disrupt my business here?"