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FKC Update 6/5/23

It's been a while, so I wanted to post an update.

Long story short, production's been slow because the last few months of school were hell, especially finals. So between generally trying to do well in school and working part-time, I had been exhausted. But it's summer now, so hopefully I can take a good chunk out of the writing process.

It's only been about a week of summer vacation, which has been devoted exclusively to deep-cleaning my room and work. However, once my room is taken care of (which will be soon, within this week, if not the next few days), I'll start putting more focus on the development of Feelin' Kinda Cocky.

Anyway, so I'm still currently working on Dustin's route. I have most of Day 3 written out, and the rest is planned out in bullet points. I'm trying to find a balance between quality and quantity when it comes to writing the initial routes. This largely consists of me skipping over the more mundane parts of plot, or recently, just giving myself a simple guideline to adhere to. Examples here:

Daniel is Dustin's dad's name

These methods, along with worrying less about the gameplay aspect of making choices and worrying more about the story/stories I'm trying to tell, are my primary methods to finishing a rough draft as quickly as possible. As per my January update, I'm trying to get all the routes done as quickly as possible. This means that there will be countless typos, missing details, and inconsistencies. However, my train of thinking is along the lines of "Get a basic outline now, so you can have something to edit later." A lot of creators get sucked into the mentality that every keystroke has to be perfect, and I've definitely been there, done that.

So instead, I'm doing the opposite: making a really messy script to create more quickly. It seems a little counterproductive, and like an inefficient way to make a game. But hey, neurodivergency. We ball

Anyway, that's sort of my current mindset and progress. Additionally, I've made "moodboards" of every character and ship to sort of draw inspiration from. I won't share all of 'em, but here's sort of the basic idea!

None of the art is mine, same thing with the images. Most of this was just found by searching characters up on here and being like "oo I like that for inspiration." Any picrews I made myself, but again, not my art.

Yup, so that's my process right now.

Anyway, as always, thank you for following the development of FKC! AMA, my inbox is always open :)

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I Can't Hide The Way I'm Feelin' Pt. 1

You have a propensity for tardiness, and your new interim professor will have none of it.

Reader is Intersex- Smut to 'cum'

A/N: Thanks to @gswha for this request- it's kinda grown a bit so it'll be a two-part affair! We're basing this Nat interaction off of Natalie Rushman, since she was pretty 'professorly' XD

Word Count: 6.4k

"Shit," you mumble to yourself, hopping around your dorm room, trying to get yourself dressed as quickly as you could. Your leg got stuck in the material of your jeans, causing you to fall to the ground with a loud thud as you stared up at the ceiling. "Fuck." You had overslept. Again. But this time, you were late for your Slavic Studies class, and you knew you had a fill-in teacher today. They would be a long-term substitute, something about your primary teacher having a family emergency back in Europe. With luck, you would get a substitute that didn't care- but you knew you weren't that lucky.

As you rushed out of your building, the cold wind slapped you in the face, reminding you that you had forgotten your jacket. You quicken your pace, the chill of autumn making you shiver as you make your way to the lecture hall. The door was open a crack, and you could hear the muffled sounds of the class already in session. You took a deep breath, steeling yourself for the inevitable scolding that awaited you.

You pushed open the door, trying not to make it creak as you attempted to sneak into class. Your eyes darted around, finding your best friend, Steve, already in class. He normally looked disinterested, as this was his least favorite class in his schedule this semester, but he seemed to have a newfound excitement surrounding the class. You wondered what had changed, but that question was soon answered when your eyes landed on the figure at the front of the room.

Before the class was a toned figure, her curves accentuated by the black dress she was wearing. Her burnished copper hair was done in waves, cascading down her back, and moving like there was a gentle breeze through the lecture hall. Her eyes, a piercing shade of green, snapped to you as the door creaked shut. She was the new teacher, Dr. Natasha Romanoff. You had heard whispers about her, rumors of her sharp wit and strict demeanor, but you weren't prepared for the reality of her presence.

The room fell silent, all eyes on you as you stumbled over your own feet trying to get to your seat. Dr. Romanoff's gaze didn't waver, and you felt the weight of her stare like a hand pressing into your chest. She tapped her foot impatiently, the sound echoing through the room like a metronome counting down to your doom.

"Well, don't just stand there," she said, her Russian accent thick and commanding. "Take a seat and don't interrupt my lecture again." You heard a few snickers, and quickly made your way to sit next to Steve, the look on his face a mixture of amusement and cockiness.

Dr. Romanoff went back to her lesson, her voice firm and knowledgeable as she discussed the historical significance of the Cyrillic alphabet. You tried to focus, but your mind kept wandering as you watched the woman down below. Steve leaned over and whispered, "You really know how to make an impression." You shot him a glare, but his smirk only grew wider.

You smacked his forearm, a dull thud echoing throughout the silent hall. "Shut up, Steve," you whisper-yell at him, the thud again drawing the attention of your new temporary professor.

"Is my lecture disrupting you two?" Dr. Romanoff's sharp gaze swiveled from Steve to you. The room was so quiet you could almost hear the pages of the textbooks rustling with the tension.

"No, ma'am," Steve said quickly, his smirk replaced by a look of contrition. You nodded in agreement, feeling your cheeks heat up.

"No, Professor Romanoff." you echo, looking down at your books.

"Good," she turned back to the board, scribbling a few more things. "Oh, and Ms..." she turned around, her attention directed right at you.

"Y/N. My name is Y/N."

"Right, Ms. Y/N. I know you missed the beginning of class," she began, walking to the end of the riser that she was on down below. "But I go by Dr. Romanoff." She leaned against the podium, folding her arms across her chest. "I expect punctuality from all my students. This is not a high school hallway, this is a place of higher learning. I'm sure you can appreciate the difference, yes?"

You nodded, swallowing down the embarrassment. Steve was shaking with suppressed laughter next to you, and you shot him another glare.

"If you can't respect the rules of the classroom," Dr. Romanoff continued, her eyes boring into yours, "then maybe you don't belong in this class."

The sniggers echoed across the classroom, as your peers stifled thier laughter. The heat in your cheeks grew into a full-blown blush, spreading down to your neck. You knew Dr. Romanoff's words were a warning shot, and you weren't going to let it get to you. If she was going to call you out, you would make her regret taking this class on.

But as the day rolled into night, you found yourself back in your usual routine. Your friends dragged you out to the local college bar, the smell of stale beer and sweat already wafting through the door. You knew you should keep it light tonight since you had an early class tomorrow, which was your Slavic Studies course. But one drink turned into two, and before you knew it, you were three sheets to the wind. You woke up with a snoring, drooling mess of a woman naked on your chest.

Her hair was a tangled mess of blond, and she had the name of the bar inked on her lower back. You couldn't even remember her name. She was beautiful in the drunken haze of the night before, but in the harsh light of day, she looked like a college freshman who had gone wild on spring break. You gently peeled her off, noticing the time on the clock that read 9 AM.

"Fuck," you whispered, jumping out of bed and shoving your feet into your shoes. You had five minutes to get to class, and your head felt like it was going to implode. The room spun as you stumbled around, trying to grab your bag and jacket. The girl stirred, rubbing her eyes and looking around, bewildered.

"You're leaving?" she slurred, her voice thick with sleep.

"Yeah," you said, trying to sound nonchalant as you threw on your shirt. "I've got class."

The blond girl frowned, sitting up and crossing her arms. "Can't you just skip it?"

"Not if I want to pass," you replied, zipping up your jeans. "Besides, it's Slavic Studies with Dr. Romanoff. She's not the type to let you slide."

"Oh, the hottie professor," the girl said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Can't miss that."

You rolled your eyes, pulling on your shoes. "It's not like that," you mumbled, grabbing your keys and phone from the nightstand. "It's just that she's really strict. You can see yourself out, right...." you waited, not remembering the girl's name.

She rolled her eyes, standing up in her bare glory in the middle of your room. "I should have known you wouldn't remember a thing," she said, snatching her dress from the floor. "Figures you'd be that one."

Ignoring her, you dashed out of the room, the cool air outside a stark contrast to the warmth of the bed you had just vacated. You had never been so late for a class before, and the thought of facing Dr. Romanoff's wrath made your stomach twist into knots. Your feet pounded against the pavement as you sprinted towards the lecture hall, your heart racing in your chest. You weren't sure if you wanted to push her buttons, but yet, here you are doing just that.

You burst through the doors of the lecture hall, sweat beading on your forehead and your breath coming in gasps. The room was eerily quiet, the students all staring at you, and in the front, Dr. Romanoff had her arms crossed over her chest, her expression a storm of annoyance and anger.

"I see punctuality is not a concept you are familiar with, Ms. Y/N," she said, her voice as sharp as a knife. The class tittered again, and you felt your cheeks burn as she called you out. You took your seat, trying to ignore the snickers and smirks of your classmates. Steve was even stifling his laughter.

The lecture continued, but your mind was elsewhere. You couldn't focus on the intricate history of Eastern European linguistics when all you could think about was the woman in front of you. She was a force to be reckoned with, and you had never been one to back down from a challenge. You felt a strange thrill at the thought of pushing her buttons, of seeing how far you could take this game of cat and mouse.

Your mind drifted to picturing that red hair in a flaming halo around her head as she lay sprawled out on your bed, or what her raspy, thick accent would sound like moaning in your ear as you pounded into her. You felt a twitch in your pants and quickly shifted in your seat, hoping no one had noticed. Steve's elbow dug into your side, and you snapped your head towards him, only to find him grinning like he knew exactly what you were thinking.

"Earth to Y/N," Steve whispered, jolting you out of your trance. "You okay over there?"

You shot him a glare, trying to keep your face from giving away the embarrassing direction of your thoughts. "I'm fine," you hissed, turning back to the front of the class. Dr. Romanoff was still speaking, her eyes scanning the room as if daring someone to interrupt her again.

For the next few weeks, you managed to show up to class on time twice, but the rest of the days were a blur of oversleeping, forgetting your homework, and stumbling in late with a hangover. Each time, Dr. Romanoff's displeasure grew more palpable, her eyes narrowing at your disheveled state. You found yourself drawn to her, the challenge of getting under her skin becoming a thrilling game that you couldn't resist. The tension in the room was thick, a silent battle of wills that had the rest of the class either avoiding eye contact or eagerly awaiting the next confrontation.

One rainy afternoon, you sauntered into class, drenched from head to toe, your hair sticking to your face. You had been at the bar the night before, trying to dull the pain of your latest failed relationship. Dr. Romanoff's gaze followed you like a spotlight as you shuffled to your seat, the sound of your soggy shoes leaving wet prints on the floor.

"Is there a reason you feel the need to make such a grand entrance every day, Ms. Y/N?" she called out, her tone icy.

"I do it just to get your attention, Professor Romanoff," you emphasize the 'professor', saying it just to dig at her a little bit more.

Her eyebrow quirks up at your remark, but she doesn't respond. Instead, she turns back to the board, her hand gracefully writing out the day's lecture notes. The class shifts uncomfortably, the energy in the room charged with the unspoken tension between you two. You couldn't help but feel a twinge of satisfaction at getting a reaction out of her, even if it was just a minor one.

Days turned into weeks, and your little game of rebellion became the norm. You would show up late, sometimes smelling faintly of the bar, your eyes bloodshot from lack of sleep, and she would give you that look—a mix of annoyance and something else you couldn't quite place. You knew you were pushing her buttons, and it was thrilling. Each time she called on you, you would give a half-hearted answer, just enough to get by, watching the frustration build in her eyes.

But as the days grew shorter and the leaves turned a fiery hue, Dr. Romanoff's patience grew thinner. One particularly dreary afternoon, you stumbled in, your breath reeking of last night's tequila, your eyes glued to your phone as you took your seat. The room was silent except for the steady patter of rain outside.

"Ms. Y/N, may I have your attention, please?" she said, her voice slicing through the air like a knife. You looked up, noticing the rest of the class had already settled in, their eyes on you. You felt a flash of annoyance, but also something else—desire. You had never been the rebellious type, but Dr. Romanoff brought it out in you.

You set your phone down with a clatter, smirking. "Sorry, Professor. Did I miss anything important?”

Her eyes narrowed, and you could see the muscles in her jaw tense. "Only your own dignity," she quipped, her Russian accent rolling off the words like a purr. The class snickered again, and you felt your cheeks burn with humiliation. But you weren't about to let her win.

"Is there something you'd like to share with the class, Dr. Romanoff?" you asked, playing coy. You knew you were playing with fire, but you couldn't help yourself. The thrill of the chase was too exhilarating to resist. Steve elbowed you in the side, making you let out a small grunt.

Her eyes narrowed even further, the storm clouds in her gaze hinting at the tempest brewing beneath her calm exterior. "No, Ms. Y/N, but I believe it's time we had a little chat after class."

The words hung in the air, electric with promise. You felt a mix of dread and anticipation, your heart racing in your chest. You had pushed her to her limits, and now you were about to face the consequences. The lecture dragged on, each second feeling like an eternity as you waited for the moment you'd be alone with her.

Finally, the bell rang, and the room emptied out, leaving only the faint echoes of retreating footsteps and the soft patter of rain outside. You took a deep breath, steeling yourself for the confrontation to come. Dr. Romanoff was still at the podium, her eyes never leaving yours as she packed up her things.

"Ms. Y/N," she called out, her voice as sharp as the click of her heels against the floor as she approached. "I've had enough of your disrespectful behavior. It's time you learned the importance of punctuality and respect."

You met her gaze, your heart racing as you felt a strange thrill at the promise of retribution. "What are you going to do, Professor?" you challenged, your voice steady despite the tremor in your hands.

"I'm going to teach you a lesson you won't forget," she said, her voice low and dangerous. She gestured towards the door at the end of the classroom. "Follow me."

You swallowed hard, feeling a mix of fear and excitement as you followed her into the empty hallway. The door to her office was slightly ajar, and she pushed it open, revealing a small, neatly organized space filled with the scent of old books and something faintly metallic. The rain outside had picked up, drumming against the windows like a serenade to your impending doom.

"Take a seat," she ordered, pointing to the chair in front of her desk. You obeyed, your legs feeling like jelly as you sat down. She closed the door with a firm click, and the room seemed to shrink around you. She moved around the desk, heels clicking as her hips swayed in a way that was both mesmerizing and intimidating.

"You've been testing my patience," she began her voice a soft caress that belied the sternness in her eyes. "It seems like you are a bit..." She paused, her gaze drilling into yours. "Distracted."

Your heart raced as you sat there, trying to come up with a witty comeback, but your mouth was as dry as the Sahara. You had never felt so...exposed in front of a teacher before. But there was something about the way she was looking at you that made you feel like she saw right through your bravado.

"I know college is a time for fun," Dr. Romanoff continued, her voice taking on a softer, almost...understanding tone. "But it is also a time for growth and learning. And your behavior suggests to me that you are not taking any of this seriously."

You opened your mouth to protest, but she held up a hand, silencing you. "Don't bother with excuses. I've heard them all before. Instead, I'm going to give you a chance to redeem yourself."

Her gaze was unyielding, and you felt a strange sense of anticipation. "I'm listening," you said, leaning back in the chair, trying to appear nonchalant.

"Good," she said, walking over to the bookshelf and pulling out a thick, leather-bound tome. "You will be staying after your last class every day this week to help me organize the library. And," she added, turning back to face you with the book in hand, "you will be completing all assignments due in the next two weeks by the end of the week. Along with showing up 10 minutes early to class."

Your jaw dropped at the severity of her punishment. "But-"

"No buts," she cut you off, her eyes flashing with a fiery determination. "You want to act like a child, I'll treat you like one. Now, get to work." She settled a stack of books into your lap, leaning back against her desk.

You took the books she handed you, feeling the weight of thier pages and the gravity of her expectations. The smell of leather and dust filled your nose as you looked down at the title of the first book: 'The Historical Significance of Slavic Mythology'. This was going to be a long week.

"But what if I don't finish in time?" You asked, the challenge in your voice clear.

Dr. Romanoff's smile was a sharp line. "Then you'll learn the value of time management," she said, her eyes sparkling with a hint of something that looked suspiciously like amusement. "But I suspect you'll rise to the occasion, Ms. Y/N. After all, I've seen the potential in you."

You scoffed internally at the idea of potential. You were just trying to get through the semester with decent grades and not too many awkward run-ins with your ex. But something in her tone made you want to prove her wrong. Or maybe it was the way she said your name, the way her accent rolled over the syllables that made your stomach flip.

You took the books and trudged out of the classroom, feeling the weight of her gaze on your back. The rain had picked up, soaking your clothes and making you shiver. As you walked to the library, you couldn't help but feel a strange mix of anger and excitement. You had never had a teacher who had affected you like this before. She was like a force of nature, and you had no idea how to navigate the storm she had just thrown you into.

The library was a quiet sanctuary, the only sounds were the occasional rustle of pages and the dull murmur of the rain outside. You found a secluded corner and began to organize the books, your mind racing with thoughts of Dr. Romanoff. Her stern demeanor was a stark contrast to the way she had looked at you, something in her eyes hinting at a deeper curiosity, a challenge that you hadn't quite figured out yet.

As you began to slot the leather-bound textbooks back into thier locations, the stark click of heels soon followed you into the library. Dr. Romanoff had slipped into a long black trench coat, shaking off an umbrella as she walked around to the back of the librarian's counter. She leaned against it, watching you with a curious expression, the material of her dress hugging her figure in a way that made you swallow hard.

"Ms. Y/N," she called out, her voice echoing through the vast, silent room. "You're going to need to focus if you want to get all of this done in time."

You glared at her over the stack of books, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. "Working on it," you muttered, trying not to let your annoyance show.

"Good," she said, her eyes scanning the rows of books. "Remember, Ms. Y/N, this isn't just busywork. It's an opportunity for you to show me that you're capable of taking responsibility for your actions."

You bit your tongue, resisting the urge to snap back. Instead, you focused on the task at hand, meticulously placing each book in its rightful spot. Hours passed, and the library grew darker as the rain outside turned into a full-blown storm. The only light was the dim glow of the pendant lamps that hung from the high ceiling, casting eerie shadows across the bookshelves.

"Is this really necessary?" you complained, your voice echoing slightly in the vast space. "I'm going to be here all night."

"Well, if you're here all night, I guess you can't be whoring yourself around at the campus bars." Dr. Romanoff's voice was as sharp as the crack of thunder outside. You whipped your head around, glaring at her.

"Excuse me?"

Dr. Romanoff didn't flinch at your outrage. She leaned over the counter, her elbows resting on the cool wood as she studied you. "I know your type, Ms. Y/N. You think you're above this all, that you can just skate by without any real effort." She paused, a smirk playing at the corner of her lips. "But I see through your facade."

Her words stung, and you felt a surge of anger at her accusation. "You don't know me," you snapped, slamming a book down on the counter. "You're just a teacher, not my mother."

Dr. Romanoff's smile grew wider, as if she enjoyed your defiance. "And yet, I see more of you than you think," she said, her voice dropping to a murmur that sent a shiver down your spine. "I see the potential, the intelligence, buried beneath your carelessness. Maybe you should quit acting like a child, and I wouldn't have to watch you like your mother."

You felt your cheeks burn with indignation. "I don't need a babysitter," you spat out, crossing your arms over your chest.

"No, you don't," she agreed, her eyes still piercing into yours. "But what you do need is discipline."

You rolled your eyes, but something in her tone made you pause. There was a command there, one that resonated deep within you, stirring a part of you that you had buried under layers of carefree college debauchery.

"Is that what you think you're doing?" you asked, trying to keep the anger out of your voice. "Disciplining me?" You set the books down, stalking over to the counter she was leaning against.

Her eyes never left yours as she straightened up. "Maybe that's what you need," she said, her voice low and measured. "Someone to push you to be better than you are. Someone to show you that you can't just glide through life without consequences."

You scoff at her implication. "Yeah, right, Romanoff. That'll show me."

Her expression turns serious. "It's Dr. Romanoff to you, and I mean every word."

You leaned forward, inching your face closer to hers. You were taken aback slightly by the appearance of slight freckles on her face, and how deep her eyes truly were. "You think you can just tell me what to do and I'll listen?" You challenged, your voice low and steady.

Her gaze never wavered. "If you want to pass my class, yes," she said firmly. "But I suspect it's more than that. You crave structure and guidance. Perhaps even...punishment."

"Well, Dr. Romanoff, I would like to see you try." You said, your voice was full of bravado. You were tired of her judgments and her constant needling. You were an adult, capable of making your own choices. You pretended to not notice her breath hitching slightly, and her pupils dilating at your challenge.

"Very well," she said, straightening up. "If you wish to push this, I will give you a taste of what you're asking for." She stepped around the counter, and for a moment, you felt a twinge of fear. But then she opened the drawer and pulled out a stack of index cards. "These are the dates and times of all the assignments due in the next two weeks. You will write them down, and I will check in on your progress every day after class."

You took the cards with trembling hands, the weight of her expectations suddenly feeling very real. "Is this really necessary?" you asked, trying to keep the sarcasm out of your voice.

"You want to see me try, then this is what you asked for, Y/N. And if you still feel the need to spend the night in between someone's legs while blitzed out of your mind, and show up late to class, you will really, truly feel the weight of the consequences of your actions." Her eyes bore into yours, and you felt the challenge in her words.

You turned, walking towards the exit as she called back to you. "Ms. Y/N?" she called out over the books on the counter. You stopped your hand on the doorknob. "Don't forget, I expect to see you promptly in the morning. And don't forget, all those assignments will be double credit whether you do them or not."

Her words hung in the air as you stormed out, the rain now coming down in sheets. Did you feel a strange mix of anger and...excitement? The thought of her waiting for you, watching your every move, was surprisingly thrilling. You didn't know if you were more annoyed at her for making you feel this way or at yourself for letting her get to you. But, if you complete all these assignments with a decent enough grade, you may not have to step foot in her class the rest of the semester.

The next day, you show up to class early, a miracle in itself. After the night you had, drinking yourself into a stupor, and banging some random in the bar bathroom. You groan as you sit in the same seat, feeling the dread of Dr. Romanoffs arrival like a tight coil in your stomach. When she walks in, she doesn't even look at you, but you know she's aware of your presence. You're determined to prove her wrong, to show her that you can handle the work, that you don't need her to babysit you.

The week passes in a blur of early mornings and late nights, your eyes glued to textbooks and your hand cramped from writing notes. You're surprised to find that you're actually learning something, that the Slavic myths and histories are more interesting than you had ever given them credit for. But every time you start to feel a sense of pride in your work, you remember her words—how you're just doing this to avoid her wrath.

On Friday afternoon, you drag yourself into the library, the anticipation of the weekend a distant mirage. Dr. Romanoff is already there, her office light shining like a beacon in the otherwise empty room. She looks up as you approach, her expression unreadable.

"Did you complete the assignments?" she asks, her voice cutting through the silence like a knife.

"No, I've been running myself ragged for my own entertainment," you reply, sarcasm thick in your voice as you dump the completed assignments on her desk. She takes them without a word, flipping through each page with a critical eye. The tension in the room is palpable, making it difficult to breathe. You can't tell if she's impressed or if she's just biding her time before delivering the next round of punishment.

Her eyes finally meet yours, and you see a flicker of something else. "You've done well," she says, her voice devoid of any warmth, her eyes running up and down your frame. "But this isn't over. I will grade these tonight. But, your behavior in class needs to improve."

The tension in the room was thick enough to cut with a knife. You felt a strange sense of accomplishment, but also a weird anticipation for what she had in store for you next. "What do you want from me?" you ask, trying to keep the tremor out of your voice.

"Nothing," she says, her voice cold as ice. "Except for you to start acting like an adult. Your education is not a game to be played with. Have a good weekend, Y/N."

You leave the library feeling both relieved and disappointed. You hadn't realized how much you had been looking forward to the confrontation, the way her sternness made you feel...alive. As you walk back to your dorm, the rain has stopped, leaving the world feeling fresh and clean. You decide to take the long way home, needing the time to clear your head. The less-than-holy thoughts that had been running through your mind about the woman had been all-consuming, and lately, they had begun to affect your... performance with others.

Your Friday night comes and goes, a blur of partying and regret, but you can't shake the feeling that Dr. Romanoff's punishment has changed something within you. You find yourself craving the structure she had imposed, the way she had made you feel...seen.

Saturday was more of the same, you woke up around midday, and your head was a pounding reminder of how you spent your Friday night. The silence of your room was broken by the incessant buzzing of your phone. It was Steve, asking if you were going to make it to the party tonight. You groaned, wondering if your body could take another night like last night.

You rolled out of bed and stumbled to the shower, you couldn't help but think about Dr. Romanoff. Her eyes had been haunting what little dreams you had been having the last week, a mix of curiosity and desire swirling in your subconscious. You felt a strange sense of excitement at the prospect of seeing her again, of feeling her gaze on you in class. You shake your head, trying to dislodge the thoughts. Your efforts were futile, however, and your thoughts soon trailed down a dark and dirty path.

You couldn't help the arousal that coursed through your veins at the thought of your professor begging for her punishment, instead of being the one to dish it out. The water cascading over your body did little to cool the heat that had built up within you. As your shower continued, you began to stroke your length, imagining what it would feel like to sheath yourself inside her. The way she would grip the edge of the desk, her knuckles turning white as she took your punishment with every thrust.

You groaned, the water now turning cold, as you reached your climax. The image of her, begging for more, was burned into your mind as you stepped out of the shower. You had to get dressed and get out of there before you did something stupid, like go to her office and bend her over the desk she so often chastised you behind.

You had never had a teacher affect you so deeply, and it was driving you crazy. You tried to shake the thoughts as you got dressed, but they lingered like the scent of her perfume in the library. The party was in full swing by the time you arrived, the bass thumping through the walls and the air thick with the smell of cheap beer and sweat. Steve was already there, his arm around some girl you didn't recognize.

"Hey, you made it!" he shouted over the music, a grin on his face. You nodded, trying to push aside the thoughts of Dr. Romanoff. You grabbed a beer and let yourself be pulled into the sea of bodies, dancing and shouting. The party was the same as every other one, but you felt...different. More aware, more alive. The way you had felt in the library, under her watchful gaze. You continued to drown your thoughts, trying to wash them out of your mind completely.

Losing count of how many drinks and shots you had, you stumbled past the various half-clothed couples making out, the drunken antics, and party games as you made your way out the door of the house you were at. The cold night air slapped you in the face, an attempt by Mother Nature to sober you up a bit as you walked back towards your dorm. You couldn't get the image of Dr. Romanoff out of your head, even amidst the chaos. Deciding that you didn't want to face your dorm just yet, you meandered your way to an off-campus bar up the road.

Inside, the warmth of the bar was a stark contrast to the cold outside, and the smell of stale beer and cigarette smoke was oddly comforting. You found a quiet corner and slumped into a chair, ordering a whiskey neat. The bartender, a burly man with a thick beard, gave you a knowing look but said nothing as he slid the drink over to you. You took a sip, the burn of the liquor doing little to numb the arousal you felt about your teacher.

As you sat there, the whiskey warming your belly, you couldn't shake the feeling that you were being watched. You glanced over your shoulder, expecting to see Dr. Romanoff standing there with a disapproving look, but it was just the usual college crowd, too absorbed in their own drama to notice you. But the feeling remained as if her eyes were on you even when they weren't. You continued to drink, your eyes darting around the room until you finished.

"Well, I wish I could say I'm surprised to see you here," a familiar, smoky voice came from behind you. You whipped around, and there she was, Dr. Natasha Romanoff, in a pair of tight black jeans and a leather jacket that hugged her body in all the right places. She took a seat next to you, her eyes never leaving yours.

"What are you doing here?" you asked, trying to keep the shock out of your voice.

"I might ask you the same question, Ms. Y/N," she replied, her voice filled with a hint of amusement. "This is hardly the place for someone who's supposed to be studying."

You felt your cheeks heat up at the rebuke, but she wasn't wrong. You took another sip of your whiskey, the liquid burning a path down your throat. "I needed to try and erase some thoughts," you mumbled, not quite meeting her gaze.

Dr. Romanoff leaned in closer, her eyes searching yours. "Thoughts about what?" she asked, her voice dropping to a murmur that seemed to resonate through your entire body. She slowly slid in next to you, her glass sliding on the table before you.

You swallowed hard, the alcohol doing little to ease the sudden dryness in your throat. "Just...about someone I'm trying to forget," you lied, hoping the dim light of the bar would hide your blush. "They're a bit...intense, and out of my league."

Dr. Romanoff's smile was knowing. "Intense, huh?" she said, her voice low and teasing. "Sounds like a challenge you're not quite ready to handle." She leaned closer, her floral perfume slowly overtaking your senses. "But I suspect you enjoy the thrill of the chase."

"Yeah, I do, at times." You replied, the whiskey loosening your tongue. "But sometimes the chase isn't worth it." You took another sip, trying to keep your cool. Her proximity was unnerving, and the way she leaned into you made it difficult to think straight.

"Is that so?" She leaned back in her chair, her eyes never leaving yours. "And what makes you think you're not capable of handling something intense? From what I have overheard, it sounds like you're...very, capable." The way she said "capable" had your heart racing, and you knew she wasn't just talking about schoolwork anymore.

You tried to play it cool, shrugging nonchalantly. "I can handle myself," you said, your voice steady despite the tumult of emotions swirling inside you. You couldn't help but feel a thrill at her interest, her curiosity about you. "But sometimes, I just want to cool my jets, you know?"

Her gaze was piercing, as if she could see right through your bravado. "I know all about wanting to cool off," she said, her voice taking on a seductive tone that sent a shiver down your spine. "But sometimes, the heat is what makes us grow."

You didn't know how to respond to that, so you took another gulp of your whiskey, the liquid burning a path down your throat. She leaned in even closer, her breath hot against your ear. "But if you truly want to escape your troubles, I can offer you something that might help."

Her hand reached out and brushed against yours, sending a bolt of electricity through your body. You felt your pulse quicken, your heart hammering in your chest. "What are you talking about?" you managed to ask, your voice hoarse.

"Well, Y/N," she began, her voice low, not helping your brain try to forget what she may sound like in bed. "I will miss seeing you in the library, helping me out." She took a sip of her drink, her eyes never leaving yours. "Maybe if you can show up on time, I can help you out."

Your thoughts raced. Did she just offer you a deal? Did she just flirt with you? "What do you mean?" You asked, trying to play it cool, even though your heart was racing.

"Well, Y/N, you'll just have to wait and find out." Dr. Romanoff's smile was enigmatic, her eyes gleaming with a hint of mischief. She leaned back in her chair, the leather squeaking slightly as she put some distance between you. "I'll see you on Monday, Y/N." she winked before she got up, leaving you sitting there, dumbfounded.

The weekend dragged on, filled with a mix of anticipation and dread. Monday couldn't come soon enough, yet you wished it would never arrive. You found yourself both terrified and thrilled by the prospect of what she had in store for you. You tried to distract yourself with friends and more partying, but the thoughts of her kept creeping back in, unbidden and unwelcome.

[whimsical-roasting]

hi can you PLEASE keep going with your Jamie smut headcanons? we simply do NOT have enough and you’re the only one who’s giving us what we need😭

hi!! sorry it took me a min to reply to this, but okay, i'm thinking - bear with me here - dom!jamie in the bedroom *smirks* also, the gif has me feral

this is bout to be disgustingly horny thoughts, and you have been warned, so don't complain to me (that gif is making it so hard for me to focus)

OKAY so... dom!jamie - personally, i think he's a switch, but i'll get the sub aspect in a diff post :)

he's good at being dominant, ofc he is. he's assertive, confident, cocky, and drunk on you.

he'd get to you call him by a title - idk if it'd be 'daddy' necessarily, maybe 'sir'

makes sure there's a safe word - you chose sumn that would make you smile if he said it in his funny lil accent too - "broccoli" (aka 'broc-leh')

he's sitting on an armchair or sumn and he gets you to sit on his lap, your back pressed against his chest - only thing you're wearing is some cute underwear

his voice is low and deep as he whispers in your ear, "be a good girl for me, yea?"

one hand snaking down your body to squeeze your thigh, and the other up your body to wrap around your neck as he pulls you back so your head is on his shoulder, and his lips are ghosting over your ear

he's leaving kisses on your neck and licks the outer shell of your ear, hand still firmly around your throat, just tapping your leg "open"

you open your legs for him, them resting on the outside of his so if he widens his stance you'd be spread further, and his fingers are grazing your inner thigh slowly moving up

he bites at your neck, you whine feeling a shiver go down your spine, so you involuntarily thrust your hips craving his touch where it matters!!

he just slaps your thigh, hand tightening around your throat and his hot breath on your ear, "patience, angel. who's in charge?"

you're flustered and needy, gasping "you", and he just slaps your thigh again, causing you to yelp

"try again, angel" "you are, sir" "mm, better", and he kisses your cheek

he'd rub over your panties, painfully slow. he fucking loves to tease. but he'd pepper you with cheek & neck kisses, "need ya dripping for me, love" "you gonna show me how bad you want me? yea?"

he'd press his fingers harder against your clit but still wouldn't dip under the fabric and it'd drive you insane

you'd be whining on his lap and he'd just be praising you/dirty talking, leaving hot open mouth kisses on your neck, and teasing your nipples

once he's satisfied (he can feel a wet patch growing and he smirking, he feels so fucking smug at how easily your body reacts to his touch)

"on your knees, angel" he'd demand. and you're a lil dazed after his fingers stop moving so you're slow to react, so he gives a lil slap on your pussy, "now."

you hurry to your knees in front of him, your eyes looking at him all big and eager, he just kinda smiles a lil before it turns into a smirk, and he's unbuckling his belt

since he's into fashion, i see him having that off-white yellow industrial belt, and i got a feelin he'd take it off and loosely tie it around your neck cause its so long

your eyes just sparkle as he secures it around your neck, still on your knees but your stomach's quickly pooling with arousal

he undoes his jeans and pulls his dick out and smirks at the way your eyes are locked in on it and you're biting your lip

"eager much, sweetheart?" he chuckles, and you whine at his teasing

he just does that dick jump/twitch thingy and your mouth is watering

you know what he wants... he wants you begging for him...dripping for him

"please," you whine. and he raises an eyebrow, all smug and cocky, "please what?"

"please can i...have it?" you want him so bad, but saying such explicit, vulgar shit gets you flustered, and he's eating it up. "gotta be more specific, love"

you huff and pout slightly, "please sir, can i have your dick? can i suck it, please" you plead, trying your best to flash him puppy dog eyes so he caves

he does. frankly, he's just as eager to have your mouth on him as you are to get him into your mouth

he tugs on the belt, pulling you forward slightly. "come 'ere."

he's stroking your cheek and looking down at you like all the stars in the universe happened to settle in your eyes

you eagerly take him in one hand, your other hand on his knee for balance. a couple of lazy strokes and you're teasing his tip with your tongue

he just hisses, and his head falls back as you take more of him into your mouth

with your head bobbing, he's got a hand flat on your head to stablise himself, but occasionally he pushes you down if you tease his tip too much

all the fucking praise, mixed with groans and moans, "fuck, yea like that" "shit, baby" "good girl, that's it go deeper" "so fucking pretty with me dick in your mouth" "you love this dick, don't ya?"

and you're just moaning around his length in response to it all

you'd get so fucking wet from the combination of his dick, his praise AND his moans

he pulls you off his dick before he's close, chest breathing heavy to calm himself

he looks at you, lips wet and swollen and eyes hooded looking up at him with pure desire and holy fuck he could just finish to that sight alone, but he needs to feel you

he tugs on belt lightly and opens his arms for you. you stand up and straddle him, your lips eagerly finding his, kissing him fervently

he matches your energy, biting your bottom lip and slipping his tongue in your mouth. his strong arms wrapped around you, holding you against him as if you were a lifejacket and he's about to drown

your hips rock against his, the only thing separating you from his hard, throbbing dick is the stupid underwear fabric that has a noticeably larger wet patch

"fuck this" he growls, lifting you up slightly and moving your panties to the side, and you moan a bit as he rubs his dick against your clit teasingly

you slowly sink down onto him, hands on his shoulders as your head falls back and you moan once you're fully settled on it, feeling so fucking full

he's kissing your shoulder, grip tight on your hips waiting for your signal

once you've adjusted to the size and you tap his shoulder to continue, he's lifting you up and down with matching thrusts

both of you are moaning at the thrusts, the sound of skin slapping and how wet you are driving the both of you closer

"that's it, baby" "good girl" "you can take it, angel" "you love this dick, right? lemme hear you say it"

and your moans and whines are music to his ears, "yes sir, fuck" "fuck, i love your dick, i love you" your brain is so overdone with pleasure.. he loves it

he's kissing you passionately as you're getting close, and its harder for you to kiss back as you're moaning against his lips

you can tell he's close too when his thrusts get staggered and deeper

spoiler alert: he thrusts deep in you, holding your hips down against him as he nuts in you (plan b exists dw)

your head falls back at the feeling, but once it passes your arms are around his neck and you're kissing all over his face

he recovers and smiles at you, gingerly kissing all over your face too before carefully removing the belt around your neck and kissing that area too - not that you were hurt by it, jamie was mindful to not make it too tight

he's still in you as you lean forward to snuggle your face in his neck and his hand is brushing your hair already initiating the aftercare

"good girl, you were so good for me yknow" "love you so much, angel" "you feelin okay?"

yall would stay like that for a while before he carefully slides you off him and gets something to clean you up. then ofc it's cuddle and soft kisses <33

[mbakuetshurisprincess]

Love for Duties Sake

AN: Hey y’all, truthfully, honestly, dead ass I am a SLUT for fake dating or enemies to lovers trope. I really eat that shit right the fuck up I love it. I saw this post and this idea just kinda popped up in my head and I HAD to write it. I like how cocky this Shuri is, I’m a fan. As always to be added to my tag list comment below!

Summary: As the only daughter of Geneliea, there were things you just had to do, and marrying the Queen of Wakanda was one of those things.

Pairing: Shuri x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Cursing, l think that's it.

Word count: 2,821

Suggested listening: Die For You - The Weeknd

“I don't want this feelin', I can't afford love I try to find a reason to pull us apart It ain't workin', 'cause you're perfect, and I know that you're worth it I can't walk away, oh”

“You know you could at least pretend to like me sometimes,” Shuri said to you as you two sat side by side on the couch in the living room of your shared home. The cameras in front of you had been abandoned for a quick systems check, momentarily leaving you and Shuri alone in the room. 

You scoffed at Shuri’s comment and rolled your eyes. “Is the act I’m putting on not satisfactory for you, your majesty?” You asked, adding emphasis to her title. 

That got under Shuri’s skin enough to have her turn to face you. “No, my queen, it’s not. Try harder, this ‘I hate you with everything in me.’ act is getting old.’” She scooted slightly closer to you on the couch so that your bodies were within reach of each other. “Especially when we both know it isn’t true.” 

You snapped your neck to face her and sent her a glare that held a thousand knives. “You know I’m really starting to think I hate you.” 

The Queen let out a gasp with a smile before speaking. “You’ve been thinking about me usana?”

“Fuck you, Shuri.” You spat, never dropping your glare the same way she never dropped that stupid devilish smile that you couldn’t help but find a little cute. 

She leaned in closer to you and you immediately turned back to face forward. You heard her chuckle at your action but she still stayed close to you, now whispering in your ear. “You sound so pretty when you say my name like that sthandwa.” 

The feeling of Shuri’s breath hot on your neck in combination with the sound of her voice sent shock waves through your body. God, she was electric. No. Shuri Udaku was not supposed to be electric. You swore to never allow yourself to develop any feelings for her other than hate. And this feeling, the one that you were too afraid even to name in your head because of its power, was definitely not one you were supposed to be having. 

Just as you tried to scoot away from her, to give yourself room to breathe away from her magnetic energy, the first beginnings of the camera crew started rolling in. Shuri quickly grabbed your hand and took it in hers, preventing you from moving any farther away. You shot her a look of warning, but when she didn’t let you go you had no choice but to attempt to pull your arm away from her. 

They weren't kidding about that Black Panther strength. 

Shuri didn’t move an inch but you did and you made a sound when you were pulled back down to the couch. “Careful my love, people are watching.” 

You looked around the room, more people had come and Shuri was right. A few people were looking at you two. ‘Fuck.’ You thought. This facade you had to put up with Shuri was your job and despite your personal feelings toward her you always did a good job. You pulled your hand from her grasp and brushed some dust off your skirt. 

“I like it when you wear skirts, did you know that?” Shuri asked, still looking at you. You could feel her eyes on the exposed skin of your legs and you rubbed your thighs together involuntarily. 

“Shut up.” 

“I like the short ones, like this one.” She reached out to touch the hem of your skirt but you slapped her hand away lightly earning a chuckle from her. “But I also like the long ones that you wear when it’s just us in the house. The flowy ones that touch the floor when you walk.” 

Had she really paid so much attention to you when you were together that she knew what you wore? Sure you two lived in the same house and slept in the same bed but truthfully you lived two completely separate lives. You assumed that she paid you no mind but her comment about your attire seemed to prove different.

 Before you could speak, the woman who was interviewing you two came back into the room. Without thinking you scooted your body closer to Shuri’s, ready to put on the show that your job required. Shuri wrapped her arm around your waist and pulled you so that your bodies were touching, you naturally leaned into her, and the way you two fit together felt right. As much as your mind wanted to hate being so close to her, your body felt like it was right where it was supposed to be. 

The interviewer stood in front of you and Shuri for a moment with the biggest grin you’d ever seen on her face. “Oh my Bast, you two are just the cutest! Can’t keep your hands off of each other for a minute, can you!” She exclaimed with a laugh. 

“What can I say, Asha, when Bast has blessed you with a beautiful wife you don’t let her go!” Shuri joked back with the woman, tapping the side of your hip where her hand rested sending shivers she no doubt felt up your spine.

‘Laying it on thick today, are we?’ You thought. ‘Two can play that game.’ 

“Oh, my Queen you’re gonna give me cavities with how sweet you are on her! Alright well, we got everything figured out on the back end so if you two are ready we can start back up again?” Asha looked between you and Shuri for confirmation. 

“Just one second. Look at me, baby.” Shuri turned to face you and you tilted her chin up and wiped an imaginary fleck of dust off of her lip. The way her eyes watched you made you feel like prey. “Now we’re ready, I think I may have left some of my lip gloss on her lips. Sorry!” You said with a chuckle. 

That was a lie that only you and Shuri knew. You hadn’t gotten anywhere close to her for your lip gloss to end up on her lips, you touched her because you wanted to get under her skin. And it worked. She wanted to lay it on thick in front of reporters, you could do just the same. 

“What is Wakanda going to do with you two love birds!” Asha squealed after you two had finally turned your attention back to her. She sat down across from you and looked to a producer in the back who gave her a thumbs up. “Ready?” She asked one last time. 

You both nodded and the cameras started rolling. Game time. 

“Hello and welcome back to Wakanda’s favorite source of social news, I am your host Asha Mehfume and this is The Hot Seat! Today I’ve got with me two of my favorite guests to have here on The Hot Seat and in fact this time they’ve dragged me out of the studio and into their gorgeous home. Any guesses? I’ll give you a hint. Their whirlwind romance started two years ago and the country, scratch that, the world hasn’t been able to get enough of them since.”  

You couldn’t help but let your mind wander as you listened to Asha’s opener. While you always enjoyed Asha’s energy and even watched her show occasionally, you’d heard some version of this cold open a million times. You wondered if Shuri’s mind wandered the same as yours and you glanced over at her quickly to see if she was paying attention. She was facing forward, eyes on Asha but you could tell by the look in her eyes that she wasn’t mentally there. It was the same look you’d seen throughout the majority of your courtship. 

“For those of you who’ve been living under a rock, or just were not quick enough to catch my clues today's special guests are the queens of our nation, Queen Shuri Udaku and her wife Queen Y/N Y/L/N Udaku!” Asha applauded and you and Shuri couldn’t help but smile at her excitement over you two. 

“Thank you for coming over Asha really, we’re so happy to have you here.” You beamed. 

“Oh my Queen, thank you! It’s not every day you get invited into the personal home of the Queens' of Wakanda.” She replied with a smile. 

“Asha we’ve got to have you over one day without all the pomp and circumstance.” Shuri gestured around the room. “We’ve done how many of these now? I’d like to think we’re friends.” 

All three of you shared a laugh at Shuri’s comment. It was true you had done countless interviews during your relationship with Shuri but your favorites and most frequent were always with Asha. 

“If you two would go as far as to consider me a friend I would love to come over.” She let the last bit of her laughing out before turning back to her notes. “So, as we’ve already hinted at, today's show doesn't take place in the studio or even at the palace. Today we are in the Queen’s private residence. Now obviously for safety reasons, we aren't going to disclose where in Wakanda we are. Even if I wanted to, I’m sure the Dora Milaje would have my tongue before I could get a location out.” You laughed politely at her very true joke. 

“Before we get into what we’re really here to talk about I have to say, your home is beautiful!  Who's the interior decorator of the relationship?” 

“Oh Y/N a hundred percent,” Shuri stated emphatically. 

“Really?” Asha asked, surprised by the response. 

Shuri waited for you to speak, but when you didn’t she spoke up for you. “Don’t shy up now, usana, tell them how you decorated the house.” Shuri nudged you gently with your body when she saw the shy smile on your face, having learned you weren’t one to take credit for that type of stuff. 

“I may have dabbled in the design plan a little bit.” You said with a smile. 

“My wife’s too humble,” Shuri interjected. “Everything in here was her choice and doesn't it look great? If it were up to me this whole thing would look like a lab but she’s created a home for us.” 

Shuri’s comments warmed your heart and you smiled. “I took some inspiration from everywhere I lived. It’s the openness of US design, French-inspired decor, and the color palette from right here in Wakanda.”

“Wow and it all came together so well, I’m amazed,” Asha remarked looking around your living room. “Speaking of everywhere you’ve lived, you’ve been in Wakanda now full-time for a year. How does it compare?” 

Shuri looked over at you, wondering what your answer was going to be. “I’ve loved it here so much Asha you have no idea!” You giggled. “I drag Shuri out with me to the markets just to be out in the city, it’s so beautiful.” 

What you said wasn’t a lie, you and Shuri did go out to the markets to look around together once a month. But the romantic way you described it as if you two were sneaking off, was far from the truth. It was a planned event, a work event that you two both had to show up to and play the in-love couple for the people of Wakanda.

“So it’s safe to say it tops France and the United States?” Asha asked curiously. 

You nodded, the smile still on your face. “Wakanda has my heart now. Literally and physically.” Shuri looked over and smiled at you, pressing a sweet kiss to your cheek. Your brain temporarily checked out upon feeling her lips on your skin, but they were gone just as soon as they came. She always knew how to leave you wanting more. 

“And what about home? Everyone couldn’t stop talking about your pride in your country when you married. How does Wakanda weigh up against Geneliea?”

Hearing the name of your home made your heart feel suddenly heavy in your chest. You involuntarily started tapping your leg the more you thought about Genelia. The last time you were home you swore to your parents that you would never forgive them for forcing this “duty” upon you and taking your life away. That’d been a year ago and you hadn’t been back or voluntarily thought about it since. 

Shuri felt your leg start tapping and put two and two together that your sudden irritation or anxiety was due to your home being mentioned. You never spoke about Genelia and Shuri never asked about it, it was just one of those things that were best left tucked away and not thought about. 

“Genelia was where I was raised Asha, so you have to understand I’ll always have some love for it. But Wakanda is my home, there's not really anything to compare anymore. I’ve built my life and plan on continuing to build it here.” While your statement may have fooled Asha and the rest of the public, Shuri could tell some part of what you were saying wasn’t true. Your hip bouncing was an obvious tell. 

Shuri slipped her hand in the space between your skirt and shirt so her hand was touching your skin and she rubbed gently. Her touch shocked you at first but you soon melted into it, allowing yourself to be calmed by it. After a few moments, your leg stopped bouncing and your heart felt normal again. 

The rest of the interview went well. Asha asked you and Shuri a series of questions that had been sent in by viewers of the show and you two answered. Most of them were sweet like what you thought of the other when you first met or who made the first move. Those were easy, you two had concocted the story of your relationship months ago so it was just a matter of spewing the same lines. When Asha asked the last question you and Shuri laid it on thick, ending the interview with a big kiss. 

You tried to put your feelings aside when you kissed, it was a work thing, something you had to do because it was your job to look like you were in love with your wife. But something in you told you that wasn’t the case, the feeling of butterflies that she sent through your body when she took your face in her hand or the blush that ripped across your cheeks when she pulled away and smiled at you. Those weren’t work-related feelings.

It took twenty minutes for everyone to clear out of your home. You and Shuri stayed in each other's physical presence, you leaning your head on her shoulder until the last sound person left. Leaving you with just Ayo, Aneka who were your personal guards, and Okoye who had come to supervise. In just the presence of the three women you knew it was safe to drop the act. 

You lifted your head off of her shoulder and waited for her to unlatch herself from you. “You can remove your arm from my waist now.” 

“What if I like it there?” Shuri questioned, rubbing your skin again and sending the same shock waves through your body. 

You scoffed at her boldness and stood up from the couch facing her. “I’m going out.” 

“Where?” 

“Why do you care?” You asked, scrunching up your face at her interest in your whereabouts. 

“I’m your wife, it’s my job to care for and know my wife's location.” Shuri countered, keeping cool despite your building attitude. 

You held your wrist up in the air, jangling your kimoyo beads against your other beaded bracelets. “You’ve got my location twenty-four seven and you have guards follow my every step. Is that not enough for you my queen?” 

“Nope.” She replied simply folding her arms over her chest, not moving from her position in the argument or her spot on the couch. 

Her coolness bothered you deep to your core and it took everything in you not to scream. “I’m leaving.” You turned on your heels and walked towards the door. You only noticed Ayo and Aneka behind you when you reached for the handle. “I do not need my shadows today, you are dismissed.” 

Ayo looked you up and down while Ankea tried to reason with you. “But my Queen-” 

“You have to follow my orders correctly as Dora Milaje?” You asked tilting your head to the side. 

“Yes, your majesty but-” 

“Then my order is that you and Ayo spend the day not following me around. You are dismissed.” You said one final time before turning back around and exiting the room. 

Aneka looked up at Ayo, unsure of what to do. Ayo just sighed and turned her attention to Shuri. 

“She never knows when something is in her best interest,” Shuri said with a sigh. “Follow her please, make sure she doesn't get herself into any trouble.” 

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[parasprite]

michael mell was really living the dream... sushi and slushy for lunch... listening to bob marley... feelin kinda cocky... king

[jrueships]

AHEM.

Why Jaren Jackson Jr. is a bottom: A List

1. The poor guy will do anything for attention from the team, ESPECIALLY from Ja.

2. Big guy that just wants to impress his tiny boyfriend (the same boyfriend that definitely tops him). He shows off just for the praise 😭

3. That one video of him doing that little tip-tap dance when Ja gave him the attention that he was practically begging for. IT WAS SO CUTE 😭😭😭

4. His outfits. He’s just showing off for his man (in hopes of something happening 🥰).

5. His legssssss. No way Ja doesn’t take advantage of his thighs. His thighs and ass are the main reasons why he’s the bottom. Always COVERED in h*ck*es.

6. Ja may be WAYYY shorter, but his personality is big. Jaren is WAYYY taller, but his personality is smaller (which is still quite big lol).

7. I almost view their relationship as a Kyle/DeMar type thing. If that makes sense?? Kyle and Ja are bossy and most people would assume they are both bottoms. But they aren’t. THEIR BIG GUYS ARE.

8. Jaren always looking at what Ja shows him on his phone. He’d do anything for that man to be happy (bottom behavior).

this was all off the top of my head, so it may not make total sense??? if i think of more reasons why i’ll tell you 😭😭😭

REAAAAAALLL!!!!!! IVE BEEN JUST READIN N READIN THIS AS A LITTLE DOG BISCUIT FOR ME... AN LITTLE TREAT <33 ... but i have decided to POP THIS BABY OUT N CELEBRATE WOOHOOO HAPPY DPOY JARENNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!! *posts ask containing listed statements on why you are a sheet clawer

happy dpoy ? confused and scared but still trying to act happy jasper the dolphin voice before tyler in a wig and heels evaporates his whole existence

FIOOORST of all,,, thank u for numbering these down bcs u KNOW I love love LOVEE tackling ALL my moots details this is so FUUUN!!!!!

1. The poor guy will do anything for attention from the team, ESPECIALLY from Ja.

LITERALLLYYYY!!! EXAAAACTLY!!!! YESSSSS!!!! made me whip out my 3 go to replies after listening to my friend hate on the same shit i hate or make THE REALEST points to ever point in the whole history of points, on the latter side FOSHURE!! youre literally so right tho like....

you can't look at him... at his ACTIONS!! and TELL me he is Not FOR THE TEAM!!! LIIIKE (i DONT listen to icespice i am NOT a munchI AM NO T A M U NCH‼️‼️)(I SAID LIKE BEFORE HER AND AFTER MEAN GIRLS OKAY!!!!!!) Everyone was lowkey getting a little jealous of the ABSOLUTE LEAASH brandon Clarke has had on jaren.... but like. Can You Blame Him. Clarke is GORGEOUS. He's like a 6'8 ja but more importantly without the mental problems. Ja acting out by being all 'alpha male whatever 🙄'.. he wanna be jarens man again soo bad. JA!! get this thru ur SKINNY BEAVIS N BUTTHEAD HEAD!!! jaren liked U bcs u were a LESBIAN!!! who is also bisexual. He will ALWAYS be YOUR LITTLE MEOW MEOW or whatever u guys roleplay in bed or discord lmfao WHEN URE AROUND!!! Jaren is just a very im gonna give up 110% of myself to whoever i happen to be around AND U GOTTA LEARN TO UNDERSTAND THAT!!!! like he literally opened his legs to u and ure like 5ft tall like. Let's not act like he has high standards now or something. He dreams of dill*n brooks. Daily. Not even nightmares. Full on straight up not straight wet dreams bro. Find your inner zen ja. Please. For the good of your baby mama (jaren.

2. Big guy that just wants to impress his tiny boyfriend (the same boyfriend that definitely tops him). He shows off just for the praise 😭

THE AMOUNT OF SHORT KING PROPAGANDA BEING PASSED RN!!! I AM TRULY LIVING Y E S !!! THIS THIS THIS!!!!

he said WHEN U FEELIN COCKY!! I M FEELIN COCKY!!!!!! .... u know... and if u feelin like... a certain COCKy.... just so happeningly around u know... someone submissive and breedable...ME then...you know... im still feelin kinda cocky too... namean 🥺👉🏿👈🏿..?

Ja pausing briefly in peace to read this 3:02 (minutes kept random to make it seem like jaren hasnt been agonizing & planning this text for over fifty days and nights) before he's about to tweet out another threat to yet another small child: ........ what 😑?

it's so cute... and a little sad 😭 like he wants him so bad. Walking all normal but suddenly prancing all giddy like a done up horse (unicorn) whenever ja even as much as LOOKS at him!! please jaren.... ure whining at this point. Salivating all over this little pebble of a man. This twig. i Love it, frankly. i Do. he needs this santas helpers d*ck and he needs it Bad .give it to him NOW, ja! RIGHT NOW.

TURDAE ‼️‼️

3. That one video of him doing that little tip-tap dance when Ja gave him the attention that he was practically begging for. IT WAS SO CUTE 😭😭😭

LIKE GET IT TOGETTHER JAREN!!! he is head over TIPPY TAPPY DANCEY H E E L S for that online thug it's SO funny 😭. Ja half assing to pretend hes a security guard like jaren started and jaren being so happy abt it 😭😭 when the bf agrees to be the rainbow pony to ur pink pony in ponyville. THEN WHEN DESMONDS TRYING TO JUST GET HIS INTERVIEW DONE JAREN PLOPS HIMSELF NEXT TO HIM MIMICKING HIS POSE?? STARING?? pulling out ALL the stupid little tactics to try and get him mr handsome to notice him.. then he scoots closer when he doesn't PLEASE babygirl!!! Daddy's working 😾. IMKIDDINGSORRYLMFAO i need to stop saying that ironically, people are gonna think imsrs.. Anyways. I took a screenshot but thanks to jarens long neck.. he looked like a roadside 4legged human-like creepypasta monster so. Nvm. BUT AFTER THAT HE TRIES LIKE? TAPPING DESMONDS giant hunk of an ARM! by God. I know what you are jaren! AND HE DOESNT EVEN GET NOTICED THERE??? like throughout that whole thing desmond didn't even look at him once 😭. AT LEAST JA SPARED THE POOR SOUL A SINGLE SECOND GLANCE FOR HIM TO GET ALL GIGGLY OVER!!!! Desmond is so cool guy who doesn't have a personality to him and only makes npc responses if any. I think jaren is kind of obsessed. He wants to suck his **** so bad. Maybe that's why ja spared him a crumb of attention. Like when u let the leash a lil long then suddenly keep it short. That's so mean. Do it Again, ja.

4. His outfits. He’s just showing off for his man (in hopes of something happening 🥰). 5. His legssssss. No way Ja doesn’t take advantage of his thighs. His thighs and ass are the main reasons why he’s the bottom. Always COVERED in h*ck*es.

combining because i am a GREAT THINKER 🗣!!!! but moving on YES!! TIMES A MILLION! The fact that jjj has admitted he has a habit of buying new clothes like everyday.... who do u have in mind when u buy those jarebear? Is it someone little that likes to hype up whatever cool new thing you've got interesting to him ? Hm? Suspicious.

H*CKIES ALONG HIS THIGHS PLEAAAAASEE PLE A SE!!! P L E ASE!!!! just ONE fic where someone tops him and leaves h*ckies ob those HUGEMONGO CHUN-LI thighs PLEASE anyone PLEASE!!!! IM TIRED OF US ONLY HAVING THE VISION!!@ WE NEED THIS IN PICTURE OR PAPER!!! N O W!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i KNOW ja **** him *** i just KNOW he does he probably BITES it im so. LISTEN. THIS IS COMIN STR8 FROM THE SOURCE. I AM JUST THE MESSENGER!!! we know. We KNOW. Jaren ALWAYS wears compression leggings... and for What. FROM what? FROM WH O M?

For WHOM???? Ja's playing around pretending to help the pt stretch jarens legs by coming from the side or behind and he kinda grabs his thigh-like and grips it a little teasingly cus he knows.. it's a little Sensitive. From last night. Well it better be anyways. And his fingers squeeze near that inner thick of the thigh and jaren let's out a jolt and a lil HEY :oO !!!! That makes the pt guy usher ja out (he just thinks they're playin.. has no idea.) (Jaren intends to PLEASE JA. KEEP IT THAT WAY!!!) And ja snorts n snickers n scampers off Knowing that Jaren Knows HE knows. And jarens trying not to giggle, trying to keep his frowny face or roll his eyes like that wasn't anything but annoying. Like his face isn't feeling like a forestfire right now. it's Sick. it's Sickening. . . M o r e.

6. Ja may be WAYYY shorter, but his personality is big. Jaren is WAYYY taller, but his personality is smaller (which is still quite big lol).

HE IS A S H O R T KING!!@@! MAMA AYE!! i belive in his SHORT KING SUPREMACY!!! okay!! Jaren is but a mouse compared to his giant ego. When jaren tries shoving someone it's like... ok little guy. Let's get you to bed. When someone shoves ja it's Uh Oh. For Real. Top girlboss bottom malewife relationship my Beloved. LOVE hearing other's thoughts n comments on players personalities !!!! it's so cool!!

7. I almost view their relationship as a Kyle/DeMar type thing. If that makes sense?? Kyle and Ja are bossy and most people would assume they are both bottoms. But they aren’t. THEIR BIG GUYS ARE.

THIS IS.... I DO NOT GURANTEE UR SAFETY FROM THE KYLE/DEMAR GIRLIES. but i LOVE the idea behind it. Just because a person in the relationship has the fatter ass doesn't mean they can't top ok!!!!! Im so big behind this FLAT ASSES NEED LOVE TOO!!! Shoutout sauce gardner for leading the 2 dimensional bttm booty charge. I believe in you an them bones, my bratty bttm king. anyways... ur mind may be too great for this world... cherish it. Always. Big guys bottomimg... ure so real for this. My sibling in stronghold.

8. Jaren always looking at what Ja shows him on his phone. He’d do anything for that man to be happy (bottom behavior).

YHE PHONE OBSERVATION PLEAAASEEE !!! YES!!!!

Ja just looking up: How Do I Play Papa's Pizzareea On My Phobe. 💯

And jarens smiling and laughing and staring at dreamy like he's watching ja write up their marriage vows. Jaren thumbs up jas memes physically when they don't get thumbed up digitally on reddit. He's his little 6'10 cheerleader and he will live and die by the pompom. Giggling and twirling his hair and kicking his feet and getting all happy to write in his fuzzy pink princess diary abt how ja gave him a Cool and Aloof😎 Signaturely Awesome Sauce 😎 ja head nod of approval when jaren helps him spell restaurant in the Google maps. (Jaren also got it wrong and they were 25 minutes late to the restaurant) (their table was taken but ja took care of it.) (Don't Ask How.) This 6'10 man rlly makes himself SO babygirl all for these little gremlins to ignore or sometimes nod at. It's like snow white and the seven dwarvOKAY IM KIDDING IM SORRY LOL. jarens just so. All of This. Yeah. You really read him like a book 😭😭 caught him spread eagle LMFAO! i YEARN to hear more I REALLY DO!!! DO NOT BE SHY IN REMEMBRANCE........ this is for History. this is for... Ted .

[jomilky]

Hey Joooo (: how are you today? Do you feel like answering some questions about I&M?

Headcanon challenge:

1. Besides “Mick” and “Mickey”, what’s Ian nickname for Mickey? From all the nicknames Mickey calls him , what’s Ian’s favorite?

2. What’s the story behind Mickey’s knuckle tattoos? (When / how / by who) When Ian gets a tattoo for Mickey, what is it / on what occasion?

3. Random turn-on for Mickey and a random turn-on for Ian? (Bonus: something that really shouldn’t be a turn on but is)

4. What’s their Instagram @ ? When did they start following each other?

5. If they get a pet, is it a dog (who walks it more often?) or a cat (who cuddles with it more often) ? 

Hiiiiiiiii Anon xx

It’s been two weeks since you sent me this but 🤪🤪🤪 I’m feelin alright. Hope you are having a great day! Sooooo—

1. Ian likes to call Mickey tough guy or sometimes baby when he’s feeling rlly excited or emotional.

As for nicknames Mickey uses on him, he generally adores Red the most. But there’s one, sunshine, that always hits a different spot.

Yeah he knows that Mickey’s calling him sunshine the same way as he would call him things like kid or buddy, joking and teasing. But ever since his diagnose, he knows that ppl sometimes see him as a burden (including his family, let’s admit it), while Mickey never ever does that.

It’s not like Mickey that he needs Mickey to be all lovey dovey calling him beautiful sunshine honey boo-boo, but when Mickey calls him sunshine he sometimes feels extremely loved and wanted and special. Maybe it’s cuz he has red hair that resembles the color of afternoon sunshine too.

2. I love a cocky and tough Mickey but I don’t think Mickey got them purely based on his own decisions. He wanted them- he knew he would have some cuz Iggy and Terry had similar knuckles tattoos. He chose the phrase (fuck u-up) by himself but he was not old enough (maybe just between 13-15) to think through it when Terry randomly decided to take him to a friend’s place to get the “family tradition” done. And he certainly didn’t know shit’s gonna hurt so bad until it happened.

Anyways, all pain (maybe even some hidden tears) would eventually be forgotten. The tattoos are hot and badass, and has become part of Mickey’s identity ofc.

Ian got his first Mickey-exclusive tattoo when he was drunk—not wasted, just a little too tipsy cuz he was on his meds. He was with Sandy and Tammi and Carl, planning another surprise Anniversary party. And all of a sudden they dared him to get a tattoo for Mickey as part of the surprise.

They went straight to the nearest tattoo shop. Mickey got his on his chest. He just gotta be more creative than that so he asked for one on his front hip. It was a little bunch of blue stargazer lilies. Everybody cheered and whistled when Ian said that Mickey would be at eye level to that tattoo a lot.

3. Mickey gets turned on when Ian wears sports jersey. He wasn’t there at Ian’s welcome party, where Ian wore a basketball jersey, but Tammi sent him photos so he found out. Before he knew it he already had his hands in his pants and it has become a turn-on for him ever since.

Ian gets turned on when Mickey holds oversized items?? Like a huuuuuge Super Big Gulp cup or a giiiiant popcorn bucket in Mickey’s freakishly-small tattooed hand rlly turns him on??? It kinda reminds him of his cock in Mickey’s hand??? (Does this mean that Ian thinks he has a larger-than-average cock? Yes, absolutely.)

And Ian gets secretly turned on sometimes when Mickey yells at ppl or threatens to rip somebody’s head off. Mickey gets secretly turned on by… Ian’s big foot. It’s not like that he shouldn’t but he hasn’t found a way to play it cool yet so he’s still hiding it.

4. Mickey’s called SouthsideKing and Ian’s called Ian_galla_m (I’m sry I’m bad at social media names and I think Ian is like that too 🫢🫢🫢). They started following each other when they were teenagers, around the time they took their first selfie together, but Mickey never posted anything back then. He never rlly got the motivation to share any shit, at least not until he got back from Mexico and got out of prison for good and got married with Ian.

5. Ok let’s say they have got both a dog and a cat cuz why not?? Ian walks the dog more often cuz he’d take him with him on his morning run. Mickey cuddles with both of them more often but he wouldn’t admit it. (Jesus I was just chilling here and they HAD to snuggle onto my laps together. What can I do? NOT let ‘em?!) Ian would buy them little customers and take lots of photos, which he shares frequently in their family group chat and on social medias. Mickey would make their cat vests with the sleeves he cut off from his shirts. (He wants to make some for the dog too but he’s too big for those sleeves.)

[sturn777]

fb!chris making a move on dealer!reader . | ( female!reader ) wc ?? ( masterlist ) + ( request )

꒰ part one ꒱

lana's note : hey guys . please don't hesitate to send in requests if u want, i'm open to suggestions on what to write for this au ! hope u like this <3

꒰ა " you don't know what's in store, but you know what you're here for . " ໒꒱

yet another frat party, maybe it was the fourth one this week— you'd lost count. the party’s winding down, the music still loud but slower now, basslines dragging like the night itself is drunk. you’re leaning against the railing of the back porch, sipping a water bottle someone shoved into your hand earlier. the air is crisp, a welcome break from the suffocating heat inside, but you’re on edge, glancing at your phone every few minutes. your buyer is late, and you don’t hang around frat parties for longer than you need to.

“yo, you always this hard to find, or is it just me?”

his voice cuts through the chatter behind you, smooth and cocky like he owns the moment. you glance over your shoulder, already knowing who it is. chris stands in the doorway, sporting a black t-shirt that clings in all the right places. his hair’s messier now, the backwards cap gone, and his smirk is even sharper than before.

“didn’t realize you were looking,” you say, turning back to the railing, feigning indifference. he steps closer, the crunch of gravel under his sneakers giving him away. “yeah, well. figured we had unfinished business.”

you scoff, tossing him a sidelong glance. “i’m not here to hold your hand through your existential crisis.” he huffs a laugh, low and lazy, leaning against the railing beside you. bloodshot, glossy eyes glaring your way. his arm brushes yours, but you don’t move, don’t even flinch. “nah, i’m good on that. just thought you might wanna stick around for a bit.”

you raise an eyebrow, crossing your arms over your chest. “and why would i do that?” he shrugs, taking a slow sip from his beer. “dunno. maybe you like the company. maybe you don’t get this kinda vibe where you’re from.”

you laugh, a short, sharp sound. “what vibe? sweaty frat bros and watered-down beer? yeah, i’m good, thanks.” his grin widens, and for a moment, it feels like he’s studying you, trying to figure out what makes you tick. “nah. i mean the vibe of someone who doesn’t give a fuck about any of this.” he says that last part, hands gesturing behind him, towards the frat.

that catches you off guard, just for a second, but you mask it quickly, tilting your head at him. “and what makes you think i care about your opinion?” he leans in, his voice dropping just enough to make your pulse jump. “don’t have to care. just think it’s interesting, s’all.”

you shake your head, pushing youeself off the railing. “interesting doesn’t pay my bills.” you’re halfway to the door when his voice stops you. “hey, hold up.” you glance back, exhaling through your nose. “what now?”

he’s standing there, hands in his pockets, looking almost... unsure. the smirk’s still there, but there’s something else beneath it. something curious. “you never told me your name.” you stare at him, the words sitting heavy between you, and for the first time tonight, you feel like he’s being genuine. not a player—just a guy trying to figure you out.

“why do you care?”

he shrugs, stepping closer, his movements slow and deliberate. “dunno. maybe i like a little mystery. but i got a feelin’ you’re gonna be around for a while.” “confident, aren’t you?” you quip, but there’s no bite in it, not this time.

his grin softens, just a little, and he nods toward the house. “stick around. one drink. if it sucks, you can leave.”

you hesitate, the rational part of your brain screaming at you to leave, but something about him—about this whole thing—makes you pause. you sigh, crossing your arms. “one drink. and if you try anything, i’m gone.” he chuckles, raising his hands in mock surrender. “scout’s honor, ma.”

and just like that, you let him lead you back inside, the music thumping louder with every step, the tension between you thick enough to cut with a knife. but as much as you tell yourself you’re just playing along, you can’t ignore the way his eyes flicker back to you, like he’s making sure you’re still there.

and for now, you are.

[theseancekid]

@wasntfair

"Lucky for the both of us, I don't mind a little slapping around," Klaus tosses a wink in Dave's direction when he speaks of his mother.

As he stretches for his lighter on the nightstand, he wonders about Dave's childhood— was it nice, having a mother who taught you how to behave? Was she too strict, or was all the slapping done out of love? Does Dave have her eyes, her hair, her smile?

My dad didn't upload contemporary slang into my mom's language programming software, he wants to say. She never smacked me. I think the only time she ever touched me was when she performed oral surgery to snap my jaw back in place when I was twelve.

But he doesn't say any of that, just takes a drag of his cigarette and gives a cocky, narrow-eyed smile when Dave asks how he's feeling. What a gentleman!

"Well, I mean, I'm not plannin' on runnin' a marathon or anything." He reaches over to place a hand on Dave's knee, scratching back and forth lightly with his nails.

"But what if I told you...I kinda like it? Y'know, I like feelin' sore. I like the bruises, and the aches, and the scrapes. I like knowing they're there, even when we gotta get dressed and deal with everything out there, I like thinkin' about you every goddamn second of every goddamn day."

his cheeks flare a firey red at the other's language before a delighted laugh escapes the soldier. ❛ my momma would've slapped the smile right off your face for saying stuff like that. ❜ growing up in texas was certainly different than wherever klaus had been raised. dave hadn't said his first curse word until he was a teen in high school , &* it had been a dare. HE ALWAYS FEELS LIKE HE'S BREAKING ALL THE RULES EVER LAID DOWN IN HIS LIFE WHEN HE'S WITH KLAUS. that was half the fun , though. living a double life , all the way across the world from his family. they'd never know of this. ❛ she would've smacked you for a lot'ta the stuff you do , to be fair. but the mouth would'a been the first strike. ❜

he looks over at him with a fond little smile , blue eyes gentle as they roam his lover. ❛ how are you feeling , speaking of surfaces ? i can't imagine goin' as long as we did was ... comfortable ? ❜ ever the gentleman.

[feelin-kinda-cocky-bmc]

Calling all BMC Writers!

Hello fellow BMC nerds :>

If this project hasn't shown up to you yet or if you're not in the Discord server, then you probably haven't heard about this project I'm working on: Feelin' Kinda Cocky!

Feelin' Kinda Cocky is a Be More Chill dating sim/visual novel where you play as Michael, and romance one of four love interests at Middleborough high (not including secret routes and possible polyamorous routes).

This game has been in production for two years now, but is stuck in the writing phase. I just recently completed Rich's route and have just started Dustin's. Not to mention, I have a bit of early-game material for Jake and Jeremy. Between school, extracurriculars, and taking care of my mental health, it has taken me a long time to write. However, I was recently prescribed ADHD meds, which will tackle my executive dysfunction. That, combined with a lofty New Years resolution, I'm aiming to get all of the writing done before the end of 2023. ...Especially because the artists for this game have been extremely patient with me, and I want them to be able to contribute sooner rather than later. Although I might have one or both of 'em draw some stuff to make the Tumblr page look nicer-

So that's why I'm here! To looks for some likeminded writers in the BMC fandom, which I know there are many on Tumblr lmao- If you're interested in helping out, there's two options right now:

The FKC Community Idea Drop:

The FKC Community Idea Drop is a Google Doc for you to just drop your ideas down. Are there any post-Squip ideas/drabbles/scenarios/dynamics you've ever wanted to see fully realized? Well throw 'em on the doc! If your idea makes it into the game, you'll be credited by whichever name you put on the doc, because I don't believe in stealing ideas. This is a non-committal way to contribute to the game at whatever pace or frequency you want. Feel free to just go wild with whatever you wanna put on there!

Link here: https://docs.google.com/document/d/134HD8ZxBILGacL5Zg165A-mU0IX3HbQqynKuyCqctIE/edit?usp=sharing

2. Joining the FKC team

Everyone who has joined the team so far (two artists and a writer) has joined completely voluntarily, purely in an effort to bring this idea to life. I feel like this is a given, but I want to make it clear that this is not a paid job for anyone involved, including myself. Just like Be Less Single, Feelin' Kinda Cocky will be published on a website and/or on Steam for free, meaning I will make absolutely no money off this game. I just want to make a fan-game with the help of my fellow fandom nerds lol

As a writer, I'm hoping we can work collaboratively to come up with storylines, route events, and dynamics between the ships. Whether you want to work on all the routes, or just focus on one ship, I'd love to work with you! I am currently one person attempting to plan out and write four separate routes, all with three different endings if you don't include secret routes, which I will write myself regardless.

I will also say, if you want to multitask (for example, be an artist or a programmer while also being a writer), go ahead.

For the writing (and the game as a whole), I want to make it clear that I care a great deal about positive representation. And I don't mean just making cute little scenes of our favorite ships (though that is absolutely apart of the game); I mean accurately depicting things like trauma, mental illness, neurodivergency, queer experiences, relationships and friendships, so on and so forth. Not only because all the things I listed are important to me, but because they're extremely important to a lot of other people, especially within this fandom.

Now, if there are any other ways you'd want to contribute to Feelin' Kinda Cocky's development, let me know! And if you have any questions at all, my inbox is always open, and so is the Discord server (linked on this Tumblr page)!

Thank you to everyone who's been with the development so far! Hopefully, this turns out awesome when it's done :)

[cecelianonymous22]

BMC Dating Sim WIP

Okay I’ve tried making this post three fucking times.

The name of the game is Feelin’ Kinda Cocky! 

This is a project I’ve been working on since the summer and I’m hoping to work on it more soon.

It’ll be a relatively slow process but just have a bit of faith in me. I’m doing everything on my own, which is a little bit of a struggle, but there are ways to help or contribute, of course. 

Yes, this is inspired by Be Less Single. But it’s also inspired by Be More Dustin/Be More Nicole, which I am a background artist for. 

I’m not going to get super long with this because I’m scared Tumblr will delete it again but yeah.

Here’s the official Discord server btw! https://discord.gg/FEfvaVM2za

I hope to see all you lovely people there! Feel free to ask me any questions either on here or on there. 

[quillsandtypos]

The Edge in Revenge

Words: 3k

Warnings: smut, degradation, female oral receiving, sexual edging, and underage drinking mentioned (NO SEASON 2 SPOILERS, I just started watching season one but I needed to get this out of my head)

Pairings: JJ Maybanks x fem!reader

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JJ really shouldn’t have been the one to underestimate what you were capable of doing in the name of revenge. He’d been fucking with you all day. It had started that morning, you were alone in his kitchen as the other Pogue’s were still asleep. He had you pinned up against the wall lightly sucking on the side of your neck. As he trailed down to your collarbone he suddenly pulled away. You furrowed your brows at him but he just winked and smirked before he walked away; leaving you wet and confused.

Then later after lunch he managed to get you alone before you and the other pogue’s went out on the water. You were still inside grabbing the cooler, as everyone else was already on the boat. He snuck up behind you unbeknownst to you. You felt his hot breath on his ear. “You need help with that princess?” he asked cockily. You felt his warm cock press against the back of your ass, and his hand was at the small of your back.

“Oh definitely,” you responded eagerly. You turned to him as he easily pulled you in with one arm around your back, and the other at the back of your neck. Your lips interlocked, and you hungrily kissed him back, almost begging for more. But just as the time before, he quickly pulled back. Grabbing the cooler from behind you and heading out the door. With a ‘thanks!’ and a barely contained giggle. Oh he was a dead man, you decided right then that revenge was most definitely an order.

So you came up with the perfect scheme. If he wanted to play that game, then he would quickly learn who he was quite literally playing with.

“Ki,” you said. You quickly pulled her away from the boys. “I need a favor, I need you to get JB and Pope away from JJ.”

“Do I even want to know?” she laughed.

“It’s in the name of revenge,” you offered hopefully. She let out a long fake sigh.

“Hmm, let me think,” she took a long pause.

She cracked a smile. “I’m just kidding, you should’ve started with the revenge part.”

“Yes! Thank you,” you said, hugging her tightly.

“Come on JB, we’re gonna go help Pope with whatever he’s doing in the kitchen,” she said, pulling him along.

“What? Oh, okay,” John agreed confusedly as he awkwardly followed her.

And so then there were two. You casually flopped yourself down on JJ’s lap, who seemed slightly startled at first, but then just wrapped his arms around your waist. As much as it was a sweet gesture, you didn’t sit there to be sweet, so you needed to ruin the moment. Lightly, you rolled your hips back so you went right across his dick, and then rolled forward, making sure to move slowly but applying a small amount of your body weight as pressure. You weren’t certain he was giving you a look that could kill, but you didn’t bother looking. But what you did do was speed up a little bit until you felt his dick grow hard.

Smiling a smug grin you moved to get off of him. But his arms helds you there. He swiftly pulled you down onto his chest so your right ear was directly next to his mouth. “When we are alone next, I’m gonna fuck you till you’re screaming,” he whispered lowly.

You adjusted your head so you could see his face. “As if you could ever have that effect on me,” you smirked.

“Care to up the stakes then? Or are you too chicken?” His eyes gleamed, and at the same time so did your’s.

“Name your price,” you said confidently.

“If I can get you to beg, then you owe me a six pack of beers.”

“That’s it?” you asked, surprised.

He raised his eyebrows, “Fine, a six pack of beers, and you have to go skinny dipping with me next Friday night.”

“But I have to work next Friday,” you suddenly remembered.

“What? Not feelin so cocky now princess? Afraid you’ll lose?” he taunted.

You narrowed your eyes at him. “Of course not. So what do I get if I can make you beg?” You poked him in the chest for emphasis.

“Alright, if you win, then you get me as your personal boat driver, or person who gets you things, or whatever,” he offered.

“You sure that’s quite a high bargain JJ?” you now taunted back.

“Yeah, I’m not worried,” he replied cockily. He offered you his hand to shake and you took it.

“Prepare to be my personal maid,” you said.

“You better prepare to beg,” he countered.

You moved off of him just as your friends came out of the kitchen. “You guys wanna come with, we’re going for a night swim?” Johnny B offered.

“Nah, we might be out later though,” JJ answered before you could.

“Suit yourselves,” Pope shrugged. Kiera sent you a wink before also heading out the door with them.

JJ and you practically booked it to his room as soon as they shut the door. You quickly grabbed a condom from his drawer where you knew them to be by memory. You turned to throw him the condom to see that he was already on his bed with his shirt off. Every piece of your body was drawn to his chest and the way his back muscles looked in the low light, but you weren’t going to let him know that. So you deflected.

“Someone’s eager,” you commented.

“I-” JJ started to defend himself but the comment got stuck in his throat as he watched your movements. You began slipping your shirt off to reveal a black bra that was sheer, and lacy around the straps and underwire area. It pushed your boobs up nicely and accentuated your cleavage perfectly. JJ was a mess.

“This is so not fair,” he groaned, his jaw practically on the floor.

You knew the effect the lingerie would have on him, which is exactly why you picked it. “What? You too chicken J?” you said, using his taunt from earlier.

Your words made him recover quickly. “No, of course not,” he scoffed.

“That's what I thought you’d say,” you smirked. Now you let your jean shorts fall to the floor, so you were able to show your black thong, which was not as fancy looking, but you knew it would practically make JJ lose it.

You were right, he looked like you had placed him under a spell. When he finally snapped out of it, he pointed next to him. “Bed princess. Now.”

He was almost making this too easy. “I don’t know about that. How about please?”

JJ nearly opened his mouth, but quickly caught himself before he could say anything. “Fine, I’ll do it myself,” he smirked. He moved off the bed, to grab you. You tried to avoid his hands, but there wasn’t much room to run around, so he easily caught you. He threw you onto his bed, and you let out a small yelp of surprise. Before you could even think about running off again, he jumped on the bed, flipped you onto your back, and pinned you. His knees were on your hands, effectively keeping you from touching him.

“Are you going to be a good slut and scream for me?” he asked. His face a few inches from yours.

“Not a chance J,” you smiled.

“Have it your way then, but either way, you’ll still be moaning my name.” His arms lowered so he could dip down to kiss a couple inches above your collarbone. His knees still held your hands in place. He sucked hard against your skin, making sure to leave marks.

“Wait, no marks JJ,” you told him.

“Should’ve told me that sooner now everyone’s gonna know that you lost a bet,” he teased.

“In your dreams,” you scoffed.

JJ didn’t have a comment on that, but went back to work leaving you many bruises that you would have to cover the next morning. Oh how you wished your hands could be in his hair at the moment. He made an agonizingly slow trail down to your bra, before removing it and throwing it onto the floor of his room. He then started sucking on one of your breasts letting his lower lip just gently brush against your nipple everytime he sucked above it. He had found out about the spot driving you crazy the first time you had sex, and now you were strongly wishing you had never told him.

You had your mouth clenched rather tightly so that no moans would escape your lips. Unfortunately for you, your boyfriend noticed that.

“Come on y/n, just let it out. You know that no one can make you cum like I do,” he taunted.

Luckily, his temporary break gave you a chance to get control of yourself again. “Fuck off,” you retorted.

“Yeah, that was kinda the plan.” He grinned devilishly.

He must’ve realized that he was not going to get you to break by doing that, and instead moved farther down to pull your panties off.

His head ducked down to your pussy, but he made eye contact just as he did so. “You still feeling cocky?” he asked.

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Alright, then let’s see how long that lasts since you’re such a slut for me,” he said with a wink before ducking his head fully down. He sucked another hickey on the inside of your thigh, and he slowly started licking towards your pussy. You could practically feel his tongue against your clit, but he was taking his sweet time.

“Stop teasing,” you finally groaned out.

“Is that begging I hear?” he questioned.

“No, I’m telling,” you said matter of factly.

“Yes ma’am,” he agreed with a chuckle.

His tongue slowly started lapping across your folds, occasionally flicking along your clit. Oh god you were in heaven, but simultaneously in hell because you couldn’t make a peep. His tongue once again licked across your spot, and you had to slap your hands over your mouth to keep a moan from escaping your lips. You could feel the smirk on his lips, but you weren’t going to let him have the satisfaction of knowing how much he was affecting you.

A few whimpers nearly came out of your body, and your hands were nearly shaking from trying to hold it in. But all of a sudden you realized that letting it out may be to your advantage, hearing your noises of pleasure, always had quite the effect on him.

So you did. Every moan, and whimper you let him hear. He thought that he was getting to you, which truthfully he was, but the game was far from over.

“You’re eating me out so good,” you moaned.

Your plan was already working; you noticed that he started to pick up the pace.

“Oh god JJ!” you screamed as he licked over a good spot on your pussy.

He continued licking in that exact spot which almost made you want to give up the bet right then in there. You felt shivers go through your spine as your core started to heat up but you were too stubborn to lose yet.

“No one fucks me like you do,” you moaned, knowing damn well the effect it would have on him.

Your plan seemed to have worked as he quickly took off his shorts, put on the condom, and just as his cock was about to enter you, you stopped him.

“Beg,” you insisted.

“Y/n fucking pl-” You had nearly had him, but he managed to stop himself before the words tumbled out.

You smirked, as he finally realized what you were doing. He however was now hell bent on making you lose. JJ climbed back on top of you with new vigor. “You’re smart, which is exactly why breaking you will be so much more fun,” he taunted. His head went back down again.

Your hands entangled in his hair as he went back to licking every single nook and cranny that he could find. “Fuck,” you whimpered as he once again licked your even more sensitive clit. You could feel the tension burning in your core, and a tingling sensation starting to spread all over. You started to buck your hips from the stimulation, and JJ was quick to force you back down. As his flicking became more rapid, you felt your body start to tense up.

“JJ I’m gonna-” you had started, but suddenly he had stopped.

“Beg,” he told you. And as much as you wanted to give in you were determined to knock the cocky grin off his face.

You sat up on your elbows. “Make me.”

JJ looked delighted by your answer. “That’s fine I got all night.”

“Inside me JJ,” you told him. You knew he wanted to make you beg for that as well, but you knew that he wanted to be inside you more.

He thrusted his cock into you and you did your best not to slide backwards from him pushing into you. “Oh my god you’re so wet for me, you really have been waiting.”

After he had checked on you he began slowly thrusting into you, going deep into you. “Oh shit,” he moaned. He would have to explain a lot of scratches across his back tomorrow but quite frankly you didn’t care.

“JJ!” you half moaned, half screamed as he went down again.

“You’re such a dirty slut for me aren’t you?” he taunted you.

You wanted to have some sort of retort but all that came out of your mouth was another moan, which just egged him on more.

“Come on, I know you’re tempted.”

Truthfully, you were extremely tempted, but you could surely outlast him right? But then you had an idea, he couldn’t stop it if he didn’t know what was coming. So as you felt your body starting to be strung out again you did you best to keep your breathing the same, and to not move around as much. But just as you felt the tension building he stopped.

“JJ?” you groaned in confusion.

“You seriously don’t think I don’t know when you’re going to have an orgasm?” he laughed. He pushed his hair out of his face and grinned down at you.

“Y/n you might as well just give up now, and spare yourself,” he suggested.

Collecting what small amount of strength you had left you said “Not a chance.”

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” he smirked.

The warning was evidently very necessary, your whole body was starting to feel ten times more sensitive than it usually did. Every thrust sent a wave of pleasant goosebumps through your body. Your legs were shaking, and your voice was admittedly starting to go away. Your body felt like it was screaming that it wanted to orgasm. He started to slow down, but you were so close. You attempted to buck your hips into his to get the feeling back but he held you down. With a satisfactory grin on his face, that you needed it so bad.

“You’re not getting an orgasm unless you beg and we both know that I could fuck you for hours,” he taunted.

“Fine, fine, fine, please, please, please let me cum J, please. I am begging you,” you whined.

“That’s all you had to say princess,” he smirked. Finally his pace picked back up, to a more rapid one.

“Fuck you feel so good,” you moaned to him. There was no point keeping it in now. Your hips bucked in rhythm with his, as he moved in and out. But his rhythm slowed down as what you recognized as his climax.

“Oh god,” you heard him say as it finally hit him. His moans of pleasure only sped up your’s. “Fuck,” he moaned on top of you. But he managed to push himself back up to go down into you a couple more times for you to reach your climax.

Your whole body felt like it was on fire with tingles. The feeling spread from your stomach to your breasts to throughout your whole body. Your legs began to shake and you couldn't form words anymore. The only coherent thought you could form was how good you felt. Even after you had reached your climax, you had a sense of euphoria that you just couldn’t shake.

Eventually, you felt JJ start to move out of you, and you both whimpered slightly from how sensitive you were. You saw him take the condom off and throw it away. You lay in bed, still breathing heavily.

“Give me your hand, we’re going to the bathroom,” he said sweetly, but insistently. You groaned but you didn’t protest.

After you had used the toilet, you both flopped back down in his bed. It was quiet for a couple minutes before JJ spoke up.

“You know I’m really excited to see what beers you get me,” he teased.

“Shut up,” you laughed, lightly smacking him in the arm.

He lightly smacked you back. “Oh and don’t forget to call off for Friday tomorrow morning,” he grinned.

“I hate you,” you said as you rolled over.

“I love you,” he said sweetly, as he wrapped his arms around your midsection.

He always had a way of making you happy. “Love you too J,”

“Goodnight princess,” he said as he kissed your cheek.

“Goodnight JJ.” And you quickly fell fast asleep in his arms.

Needless to say, the other pogue’s weren’t worried that you never came outside. They knew where they would find the two of you the next morning.

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WELL HE'S ALRIGHT LIKE I SAID BUT WITH HIS COCKY SMIRK AND HIS FLASHING SAPPHIRE EYES HE REALLY JUST FEELINS LIKE A RIP OFF OF KEEFE. AND ITS NOT THAT I DONT LOVE A GOOD COCKY IDIOT OF A CHARACTER, BUT TO INTRODUCE A NEW ONE SO FAR ALONG INTO THE SERies? and i know like a lot of keefe's appeal used to be his spunk but with that all so beaten out of him over the years, like, i get that the spot is sort of open, but to fill it in so surreptitiously with Reynard? come on. he's sort of alright, but i swear on the stars if he gets introduced into the love triangle? octo-hecta-quadrilateral? im going to screech. it's horribly unfair to the readers to introduce a brand new character like him into the mix so far on, it's like if she were going to whip Jensi out from nowhere and slap him into the mix, right? and like i get why she wants to but it's just such a grimy feeling to me, yknow? and i know it's just a character, but really for me reynard kinda speaks of something a touch worse, of a casting off of a character(keefe) when they get too big and too hard to handle, too complicated to deal with and what not. like, y'know? i don't want everything to just roll down the hill like that, i don't want replacements shoved up into my business, i like my characters the way they are, and they can't be replaced at this point, that's the whole fun of them. it's kind of implied that reynard's family situation isn't the best either, which makes another cocky blonde boy with daddy issues, and i just. ugh. I swear, he better be evil or Ann, I'm gonna lose my mind over this. It's just so insane.

OH NO SOMEBODY DIDNT TAG THEIR STELLARLUNE SPOILERS

[sushi-guro]

HELLO im new to yout blog and i know you totally can tell- so... i see your request are open and maybe can i request a ryomen sukuna playlist? Im feelin like an enemie to lover with a thicc sexual tension with a badass fighting scene vibe with someone that just as strong as him ya feel?? THANK YOUU!!

OH and i kinda wanna share some song that reminds me of JJK characters I hope you don't mind tho, i think you hear some of this song but if you dont maybe you could like hear them if yoh have the ofc<3:

1. Focus - H.E.R. | NANAMI KENTO

the way Nanami Kento be working 24/7 type of vibes ya feel? and got none of that time for me, got fed up, he came home from work in his shirt and messy tie, hair is a mess, sit him down on a chair,  turn on the RED LED LIGHTS and dance for him ya know?

2. No Idea - Don Toliver | GOJO SATORU

IDK if this is just me but I can just see gojo satoru being so cocky and just like push back his hair while walking and just like smirking at a none existent camera, the damn guy if feeling himself and he knows that he is FINE.

3. You Right - Doja Cat | FUSHIGURO TOJI

don't laugh but this song gives me cheating vibes like- you're a singer in a club ya know like there's sexy dancers and all that, yes. Toji is like Idk let's say a bodyguard? yall know each other for quite a long and yall start catching feelings, them sexual tension is THICCC. but you have a boyfriend and them boom this song

4. like I need you - Keshi | GETO SUGURU or GOJO SATORU

imagine them fwb with you and fall in love. But then you're like "I think we should stop", yall stop but the boys are far too deep on their feelings and not able to move on from you. they're like insecure and just like thinking about "does she go out with another man?", like sitting on the bed, it's gloomy, raining, both hands holding their head while debating to call you or not, but I bet gojo would drunk call you tho lowkey. sad boy vibes <\3

omg i love when people interact with me like this! I might cry istg. ANYWAYSS YOUR MUSIC TASTE??? HELLO???? YESSSS EVERY SONG FITS THAT VIBE JUST PERFECTLY! The first one tho, shit, that felt so intimate to listen to after reading your scenario about nanami, I almost blushed LMAO and yes Gojo is one pretentious douchebag with a big heart he just likes to hide and we also love him for that <3 I was on a break from this profile but honestly the vibes from this inbox were so good I'm just gonna work on your request and try to be as active as before! Stay tuned cause I might open requests for non-anime fandoms too! Hope you have a nice day\night wherever you are <3

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Author's Notes ♡: Hey Hey, it’s me, ya girl and I’m back with another collab! Ive always loved the roommates theme and have a few ideas for some other ones in my head making this. It’s kinda all over the place because it was a professing with their friendship! Yes I made a Zelda reference and I land about it no. I know Rapp is seen as violent and dense but but this is in a collage au so he’s just a bit...aloof I just love the idea of him actually being a big softie ʕ⊙ᴥ⊙ʔ. I hope you enjoy! ~ bunny ❥

Warnings : NSFW!!! (◎_◎;)

Sweet caring sorta himbo(meh?) Rappa, female oral, Big Dick Rappa , sorta size kink if you really sqint,cheater ex mentioned like once , language

Word count : About 5k! Yikes ^^’

Paring(s) : Kendo Rappa x F! Reader

Enjoy ♡

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Having Kendo Rappa as a roommate is an interesting feat in itself. He is big, and loud , very very loud. He wasn't a bad roommate he just..was like a cute large and fluffy puppy that didn't know his size...or power. Their interactions started as the two met during a halloween party one of the frat houses down the street thew. [ ] went as Midna, her best friend Rumi was dressed as Impa while the last two of her friend group , Amaya and Asa, a pair of sisters, were dressed as fairies. “[ ]! Rumi! you two are so cute! Zelda costumes?” Asa asked as her sister ran up to admire their outfits. “Yeah! [ ] wanted to do some characters that matched us y'know?” She said as she nudged her quiet friend , the girl jumped and laughed , scratching her neck as she gave the excited sisters a small smile “If i was coming out tonight I was gonna wear what i wanted to really wear” [ ] said as the group of them laughed and mingled with their other friends and classmates. While heading to get juice , she heard loud screaming , as the sport boys were starting to show up. First was the football team, then the basketball. Baseball and wrestling came next, then the smaller clubs finished them out. Sighing [ ] was content away from everyone as she watched mayhem ensure, chugging of barrels , more music, girls swarming around the players they crushed on as they did minor things, like talk to their teammates or eating from one of the big food trays laying around. Feeling a tap on her shoulder broke her from her people watching, Rumi giving her a bright smile as she took a cup and joined her. “How's my favorite antisocial babe doing now that all of the party has arrived?” She asked as [ ] gave her a pained smile, going to get more if something to drink “Well I don't feel the need to smack anyone is that a good sign?” she chuckled as she got a hug from the more energetic girl “That's my girl! Don't worry, i wanna get out asap but we’re gonna need our favourite pair of sisters before that can happen and it seems like they're fawning over some of the baseball boys as we speak” Rumi said as they watched a familiar tutu of blue go by, followed by a pink one going a similar way. “I don't get it… but at least their taste in men isn't too bad” [ ] joked as Rumi agreed , laughing “Yeah miss tsundere, you can't stand saps, or most of the jocks either” giving the white haired girl a look she rolled her eyes and gave her own laugh back “Yeah I guess i'm either picky or just got high standards” “Ain't nothing wrong with that we all do!” She said as she elbowed the girl beside her.

As the two of them sat there and talked Rumi glanced past her and her eyes widened, causing [ ] to stop talking “What is it-” before she could question her, the white haired girl jumped up, waving at someone “Rap! Over here!” Constantly yelling to someone [ ] started to ask again when a booming voice came from above her “HEY RUMI” a very loud voice called as stomping could be heard before it stopped “I see you took our idea huh?” With that comment [ ] turned around only to be face to face with a dark cover chest, only to then look up to some of the most warm and amber colored eyes looking down at her “Hello there little lady, I like your costume! Erm..Midna aint it?” The giant ganon dressed man questioned as all she could do was shake her head in agreement, causing the giant male to laugh “Awe don't be shy of me kitten i ain't gonna bite!” He chuckled some more as her friend jumped in “I told you she was shy! Be nice Rappa!” Rumi yelled at the flaming red head as he gave her a toothy grin “Oh I was just teasin’ , I bet I ain't hurt her feelin’s did I sweetheart?” Rappa questioned as [ ] face felt hot, hiding her face in her hands as the teasing duo laughed causing the girl to huff “I'm tired of you two already” She said as a giant warm hand touched her shoulders “Awe dont be like that hun, in time ya’l love me” Rappa teased as he gave her a smile,making her stomach flutter “Yeah! This is who wanted you to meet anyway [ ]! This is Kendo Rappa, our top wrestling boy, Rappa this is my adorable best friend [ ]!” Rumi said as the two gave each other a shy smile , a sly one creeping up on Rumis as she thought to herself “Yeah, this'll definitely happen”

Since then the two had become more acquainted , having many classes together and sharing some similar friends [ ] was used to the bruting and sometimes dense man making a random ( and loud) appearance. As [ ] sat in her mostly empty room thanks to her last roommate moving out after constantly breaking sound rules and getting into it with the girl downstairs for being in her bed with her boyfriend (Yikes) she felt a sense of calm. Closing her chemistry book and letting out a relieved sigh [ ] thought about the fact she was going to get a new roommate, the thought was nerve wracking but also it was exciting as well. It was almost too quiet , having the last room by the stairs meant she didn't have to deal with many people besides her friend group. They weren't loud , unless one of her friends decided to get laid and made way too many sounds, or if their neighbors under them threw parties or also had...extra partners coming around. She definitely could feel she was sorta excited she was going to have a roommate again. The sisters had a room to the left of her while Rumi had the one to the right, sharing it with a girl they knew from math. The rooms were not gender defined, some girls having rooms with guys and vise versa so it made it easy to get a room.

These dorms were also quite spacious, the walls not paper thin and a large enough area space that could house two or maybe even three people. So when she heard a knock on her door she expected it to be her new roommate she was advised would come today. Happily opening the door she was shocked and almost terrified to see just a box, well actually a few boxed stacked hiding whoever it was behind them. But if the faed rustic orange hair and wide shoulders meant anything she knew her new roommate already “K-kendo?” [ ] said as the boxes walked by her , landing with a soft thud as bangs covered the male “[ ]? Is that you?” moving his hair out of the way their eyes had the same expression, shocked. “Uh h-hey there sweetheart why isn't this cute, we’re roomies hun?” he laughed as she couldn't help but give him a smile back. “I never expected to see you as my roommate” [ ] teased as Rappa gave her a hardy laugh “Well it looks like me and you are gonna be close friends here darlin’!” With a wide smile he picked her up and gave her a tight hug, taking her breath away ‘ Oh boy i wonder how this will turn out’ she thought as she was eye leve with her giant puppy like friend, his eyes filled of joy

Which leads into now, [ ] trying her hardest to read up on what her next project could be. As she sat there thinking she heard the tale tell sound of her roommate entering with some of his teammates, the boys loud and rambunctious as they entered. Feeling a heavy hand on her shoulder she looked up to the towering boy that was her roommate, his eyes just as bright as usual. “Hey darlin, we're just gonna talk up sum strats a for the upcoming match and play some games in the back , is that alright?” He asked with pleading eyes as one of his more cocky and jock like friends spoke up “Well youre the man here, dont let some women say if we cant or can be here” Rolling her eyes and proceeding to stand up and push past the wide eyed boy who knew what was going to happen. [ ] took in a breath before opening her eyes to look up to the boy “Well it is my room, i pay shit here and the man over there didnt get this place, so i do choose who can and cant come through my place” She said as she pointed a finger to the boys chest. Trying to push his luck he pushed back against her finger “ I bet you just haven’t gotten a good enough dicking for you to just stay out of the way” He laughed. Before [ ] could hit him hard enough her rust haired friend moved in , clearly towering the boy “Yer better watch yer mouth, she has her right around here, im invatin her space so watch it before there's no place for any of us to relax without rules” He said as the boy sucked up any laughing and nodded his head in understanding. Surprised by her usually aloof roommate [ ] stood back and went back to her work, the other boys scrambling behind kendo as the boy who tried to challenge her jumped to follow, never making a move to mock or do anything again.

The boys picked back up and were having fun in the back room of kendo’s , sighs and groans when they lost and victorious laughs and screams if someone won. Once they all left and everything settle to a quiet rumble as the last few funneled out [ ] could here herself think, reading up on chemistry as she felt a presence behind her. “ ‘M sorry, i didn't know my question wouldve cause a roar outta ya..” Kendo started as she smiled gently, turning to face the wounded boy “Its okay….guess it just lit something in me i always did y'know?” She said with a small laugh as she went to type again, but was stopped by the hulking boy. “I gotta make it up to ya alright? I know i aint say anythin that he did but…. It feels like my fault y'know?” He admitted as his large hand covered hers. “You wont live this down will you?” She questioned as his eyes flickered up to hers, sparking. “Nope, not at all. Lemme treat ya right okay?” For such innocent words [ ] couldnt help the shiver that ran down her back at his words. Maybe it was because he was so close, or that the smell of his cologne was too much, either way her head was spinning as she let him still hold her hand as he tugged her away from her computer , his smile widening as she reluctantly shut the bright screen “Great! Now let's get something to eat im starvin” He rasped out as [ ] gave him a giggle that made the boy stop in his tracks. He always thought she had a cute giggle but this one,for some reason , made his heart and chest feel warm and tight. Ignoring the feeling he took the girl with him, the two headed out to get something to eat as they headed down , the sound of her giggling still running though kendos mind.

Getting a random frantic text from Kendo wasn't unusual, in fact it was quite common for him to do such, which now didn't faze [ ] at all but this one was...particularly odd giving what he was asking ‘Hair? And messy? What in the world is he up to’ [. ] thought to herself as she headed to her shared room with the boy, nervous of what scene she could be entering.

Sighing after his last text she hurried her way to their dorm room and in fact he did leave the door open, making her more nervous as she entered the living room. “Kendo?” [ ] called out as she heard a gruff sound come from her bathroom. Entering was a sight of its own; towels, a bowl of some..substance , bags and bottles of body wash and a one flustered and shirtless Kendo. “[ ]! ‘M so glad yer home here take this” The large man said as he handed her an old toothbrush that was frayed and covered with the same odd substance in the bowl. The lingering smell from the room eventually gave it away ; shampoos. “Uh why do i need this? And why is there shampoo on a toothbrush” She questioned as he groaned, taking the towel off his head as she blinked owlishly at his very faded red orange hair, the color now more of a neon pumpkin. Shaking off extra water caused even more of his hair to fall, landing between his shoulder blades as he gave [ ] a desperate look. “It wont come out, and the more i scub the more...orange i become. I look like a orange peel” He whined as [ ] figured out what he was trying to do

“ You wanna remove the color right? A bowl of shampoo and body wash isnt strong enough” Going into their kitchen she grabbed some baking soda and lemon juice , coming back to the hopeless boy “Let me mix something up ive used before okay? Then we can proceed with your hair” Two and a half hours later the boys hair was now a light peachy orange, just light enough to take up with bleach “Well, if were gonna go for blonde ill go get some bleach and some masks, deep conditioners too, your hair is definitely gonna need it and I don’t want it breaking off because you're impatient to take care of it” she sighed as he was amazed at his hair, running a large hand through the still damp mess atop his head “Wow yer good” He said as she smiled at him, taking her keys “And you have a lot of hair. I'll be back” She said as she hopped up “Wait! Lemme go with you?” He asked but also seemed to demand, pleading eyes looking down at hers as wet hair dropped onto his still bare chest.

Trying not to be hypnotized by where they landed and proceeded to slide down she looked up at her amber eyed friend, who was staring intently as he waited for her answer, soft “Please?” coming from his lips. Sighing dramatically on purpose [ ] laughed at him, giving him a grin “of course you can you big puppy” she said as he picked her up in a hug, a gesture that shows his excitement she's come to learn. Putting her down he went to go to the door before his friend called him out “uhm Kendo? You don’t have on a shirt” she said plainly as he looked at her, raising a brow as he gave his rebuttal “Its hot” He responded. Giving him a side eyed look she turned from him and towards their bedrooms, [ ] sliding into his. Soon she came out with a sleeveless one, throwing it at the hulk of a guy infront of her “You can't come in the store without one” She said as he gave a growl of his own, sliding the shirt over his head as they left their apartment “Well at least ya got me one without sleeves” He huffed as they started back to the door, heading out to finally go to the store to start another process on Kendos hair, the male just excited to finally get rid of his pumpkin hair.

As Kendo sat in the shared living room with [ ] , deep conditioning his hair at her yelling request (‘If you dont re nourish it before you want me to bleach it , I won't do it!’ ) he watched his roommate and now his best friend wanderer around and do housley things for their apartment, the girl content as she cleaned and sorted out things in the kitchen, her body turned away from him as he started to think over how beautiful he thought she was. He want the type to brag or gloat about having so many girls comment on his size , height wised and well sometimes other ways , trying to tempt him to them. All while his friends wanted him to explain how he got the attention from the other gender , Kendo hated to admit it but ,he only wanted his roommates' affection. He knew how put together she was, smart and kind. He saw what her previous boyfriend did, a cheater that didnt take care of the beautiful soul he lived with. He couldnt stand seeing her come home and cry herself to sleep broke his heart, and when he fought the cheater, in the act he didnt feel bad once. Of course it ended their relationship, and [ ] yelled at him for fighting , explaining how he couldve ended in jail for fighting her ex, but he argued it would be worth it.

Sitting and mulling over everything he realized Rumi was right, hed do anything for [ ] but not the same for the other females that passed through his life. She actually, was the first person he did that for and that thought made his head dizzy. Moving from his place on the couch he went to stand in the kitchen, waiting for [ ] to come back from her room. Hearing the iconic sound of her feet pittering across the wooden floor he gave her a lopsided smile as she jumped, smacking into the chest of Kendo. Before [ ] could fall from impacting with his chest he caught her, holding her arm to his chest. “K-kendo! You shouldve told me you were in here! Why are you in here anyway?”[ ] scolded as he laughed, moving out of the shorter girl's way as he started his staring again, this time [ ] noticed him “......What?” She asked as he looked down at her, an unreadable look on his face. “Kendo” she called as he hummed, moving closer “Yer gorgeous” Kendo blurted out as [ ] started to stutter, eyes going wide. Taking teo steps forward he essentially trapped his friend between the corner of their kitchen canopy. “Remember when I fought that bastard of an ex you had?” Kendo asked as he saw [ ]’s eyes go soft , shaking her head “What about him...i'm still mad you almost lost everything just to fight him yknow” she huffed as he poked her cheek “Id do it again if it meant you'd be happy again yaknow” Kendo said as he leaned down to push his head against hers, amber and [ ] eyes mingling. Lifting his large hands he traced each side of her cheek, analyzing over her face as he nuzzled against her nose “Stop playin hard to get would ya? Bad enough you got my heart all in your little hands” he whispered as [ ] just started at the giant , her arms gently coming over to cover his that were place on her cheeks “K-ken..i need to start you hair..” She hopelessly try to argue as he groaned, burying his face into her neck. Squealing at his damp hair touching her shoulder [ ] jumped ,pushing the large boy back “Your hair's wet!” She whined as he chuckleed, mo\ving back as it turned into a booming laugh “Oh my ‘m sorry babe , you look surprised” He said as she smacked hsi chest “Go to the sink, i need to rinse the conditioner” She yelled as he hwld his hands up in a mocked surrender, pulling his shirt up and off in one fluid movement. Caught up by him stripping his shirt off [ ] gave him a glance over, the heaviness of him admitting feelings for her in his own unique way still lingering in her mind as the toned and strong back of her friend made her head hazy. Turning around from the lack of notice of his smaller friend Kendo caught the eys of [ ] staring, her eyes quickly flickering to his curious ones as he grinned “See somethin you like darlin?” He teased as she grunted, reaching up to push his head in the sink “Shut up and let me do your hair”

And like clockwork, Kendo rappa was an icy blonde after two days, a break given to his long ,thick and wavy hair, the giant boy looking over his new look as he sighed happily, loving to have his hair finally look normal. “Well damn [ ]! Ya made it even better than what i was thinking. Look! My hair’s all wavy at the ends and it's soft! Whatever you made me do made it feel better!” He raved as the girl looked over her work. And in fact it was highly even, his hair consistent and lavishy soft. Giving him a shy look she giggle “That's what a deep conditioner will do to damage hair and the way i'm always untangling your hair for you, i knew it would need it before you wanted to go white” She said as he just kept running his hands in his hair, turning back to her “I could just kiss you right now!” He blurted out as they both froze at his words, eyes wide from both parties “I-I aint mean it [ ]” He croaked out as she giggled, stepping back from him “O-of course you didnt, why would you i mean aha..”She said as she moved away more , his own words started to hit him as he realized the reverse effect it was having “NO! No, I'd want to kiss you, I really really want to. I just...want it to be on your terms okay?” he said as he grabbed her arm, holding her in front of him as if she'd float away if he didnt.

“Kendo...I..” [ ] started as she came back to his hip, laying between his legs onto his thankfully covered chest “I just dont want to lose you if you decide you wouldnt want me around” She whispered as he pulled her even closer, kissing her forehead as he stared at her “Dont you ever say that again ya hear me? Youll be my princess and ill be your humble er..knight” He hesitated as he tried to think of a sweet way to explain his feelings. [ ] looked up to him as she felt here eyes feel heavy with tears. Before one even fell Kendo pushed his lips as soft as the strong boy could, wrapping a large and beefy arm around her waist as he slipped his tongue in her mouth, letting his hand slide down to pull her up to sit on the tops of his thighs while he leaned against his dresser. Softly [ ] pushed her hand on his chest and pulled away, now eye to eye with Kendo “Sorry , d-did i overstep my place” He asked as she let out a snot, before laughing. Confused, Kendo went to talk before she stopped him “No no, youre good, just that if we keep kissing on this dressed there's gonna be a hole in the wall” She said as she pointed to where the mirror kept tapping a spot, scrapes already aroring it “R-right!” He laughed too, picking her up to set her on his bed “Now then...lemme serve you princess” He said before kissing her again, not letting her rebuttal his own comment. As the two kissed he made sure to be as gentle as he could be , at times clumsily nipping her lip or his hand pulling hard at her clothes.

All in the name of wanting to show how much she meant to him. Soon he pulled away, a small string of saliva strung between them from the hearty kissing. “[ ]...i think i love you” He said as she gave him a soft look , trying to catch her breath from the dramatic kiss they came from “Good, because i love your loud ass too Kendo” She teased as he smirked,leaning down to bite her neck, causing her to moan loudly “We’ll see whos loud after im done wit ya” he gave his own tease back as he moved between her plump thighs, kissing the flesh there as he pulled her shorts to the side, exposing her flushed lower lips. Gasping she reached for his hand that held her legs apart causing the fresh blonde to look up at her, eyes wandering over her face for signs of him to stop “I-Im not used to being this bare sorry..” She whimpered out as it dawned on the other side of her words “Have you ever ate out baby?” he asked as she hid her face from him, shaking ehr head as he groaned, pulling her shorts down as he saw her lacy panties , a smirk placed on his lips as he peeled them off too, a string of arousal keeping them plastered to her lips “fuck, that bastared really didnt take care of you” he growled as she sat up to see his darkening eyes kiss up to her lips whispering out a “but i will” as he sucked one of her lips into his mouth, causing a lound moan from the woman he was inbetween. Slowly he licked up her lips, searching for that small pearl as she whined, a hand coming down to tug his hair. Grunting he soon found it, sucking onto her clit as she gasped, her thighs shutting over his head as he looked up to her, watching as her back arched off of the bed once her pressed his tongue hard against her clit. Softly he let a hand run under her thigh, a single thick finger tracing over her twitching hole as he pushed it in gently, making [ ] squeal. “K-Ken!” She called out as he looked up again, catching her eyes and flushed face on his actions. Making a show of what he was doing he let a second one join the first as he sucked hard on her bud at the same time making [ ]’s eyes roll back as her hand fell from his head, nervous od pulling too hard. Kendo however had other plans. Feeling her walls tighten around his fingers he made sure to find that spongy spot and hitting it, finally pulling his lips from her clit as he smiled “Uuh Uh doll, look at me” He growled as she hesitantly glances at him, regretting that she did. He looked way too good, hair a mess as he was panting, catching his breath from being down on her. With evry pump of his fingers his muscle in his arm twitched, making her own walls spasm as she watched it “Ya like it sweetheart?” He asked as she shook her head, watching him move back to her pussy “Good, cause i aint done” He said as he gave her clit kitten licks beofe slurping on it, throwing a wink at her as he picked up his pace, making [ ]’s voice rise as she felt herself getting close before quickly snapping at a particular hard thrust of his finger to her spot on her walls.

Letting out a light scream she came over his fingers and tongue, the male laughing gleefully as he sucked up her juices. LEtting her come down some he watched her face as bliss spread through her body and a sense of confidence whent though his. Slowly he picked up the pace of his fingers again, going from a shallow push to more stroking as he heard [ ] whine, grabbing at his hand “Uh uh sweetheart, you taste too good fro me to only let you cum on my tongue once” he said as he pushed her down by her stomach, letting her take his spare hand as he went back to suckling on her lower lips. He knew he had a lot in stored for her, and watching the newly admitted love of his life cum from his pleasing was enough for him to realized he needed to do more. Popping off her clit as puling his fingers gently out he looked at her ravished body, using his non wet hand to pull at his sweats. “Youre beautiful like this [ ]” kendo said as she took in heavy breaths, feeling her throat close as he stroked his massive size, rubbing the swollen head as he looked at her , giving her a soft smile “Ya dont have to take me just yet , hes just throbbin too much” He groaned as he twisted his hand hard over his leaking tip, feeling himself throb as he laid back on his bed. “Ride my face?” he asked with one of the most sinful looks [ ] had ever seen ; lustful eyes watching her as his large hand stroked his larger dick, the soft and fleshy muscle jumping at watching her crawl to him, throwing a leg over his neck

“I-i dont wanna suffocate you..” She said as he smirked before saying “Ya cant suffocate me i want it” Soon he grabbed her hip, pushing her onto his awaiting mouth as he picked up his pace, sliding his tongue into her twitching hole as she rocked her hips, keeping a steady pace as she held herself on his shoulder and headboard, ,depreate moand and cries tumbling out as he rocked her too, going from her clit to her dripping entrance, stoking his dick harder and harde as her moans spurred him on. Soon he felt the bud in his mouth twitch and throb harder, the sounds [ ] made increasing as his own hand sped up with his throbbing head, the telltales of them both getting close. A moan erruptred from the girl on his lips as she came again , her essence running down his face as he groaned, ropes of cum shooting onto his hand and stomach as he came himself, still stroking out what he could as the pressure he felt subside. Sliding off softly [ ] saw the mess behind her, taking it upon herself to lick up some of it as she was met with his same aber eyes, watching her move to his still hard member “Let me take care of you too?” she asked shyly. Fuck he was done for as he felt himslef hardend worse at her words, a large hand coming up to smack her ass as he psuhed her up and over his head, letting his tip and her swollen lips run over eachother. Slowly he pushed his tip past her budding lips, entranced by the way it swallowed her whole “Fuck...i love you [ ] and by the time im done with ya...youll know it” he whispered in her ear as she felet him push, more and moreof his large size spreading her lips father than shed ever had. Her eyes rolled up as she felt him bottom out, both moaning as he picked up his pace, making a soothing rhythm as little moans and whines came from [ ], deep grunts coming from Kendo as he kissed her shoulders and back, marking where he could as he felt himself get closer with how she was throbbing over his member.

Digging his fingers as deep as he could in her plush hips he let our a mantra of ‘Cummin’ i and ‘ I love yous’ in her ear as she pushed back against him, feeling herself teetering as he pushed as deep as he could go ,letting himself cum as she came too, the overwhelming feeling of him throbbing against her spongy walls and previous orgasms enough to push her over a third time. “[ ]” Kendo rasped as [ ] hummed , feeling her legs still shake with him in her “Im serious, i'm never leaving you...you're mine and i love you…” kendo said as he kissed the back of her neck, nibbling her ear as he stayed in her “Mhm….i love you too Rappa..”

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DIABOLIK LOVERS Do-S Kyuuketsu VERSUS II Vol.1 Ayato VS Laito [Track 5]

Original title: 火照る身体

Source: Diabolik Lovers VERSUS II Vol. 1 Ayato VS Laito [CD not owned by me]

Audio: Here

Seiyuu: Midorikawa Hikaru & Hirakawa Daisuke

Translator’s note: This track was definitely the hardest to translate because of the simultaneous blood-sucking scene which is a bunch of gulping and slurping noises so it’s sometimes a little difficult to keep track of everything. ;; I’m not sure how clear it will be for those of you listening to this with the audio and track but I hope it’s not too bad! I was hoping there would be a little more confrontation between the brothers in regards to their past, but we might get that for the last track since the lunar eclipse is coming to an end!

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Track 5: Heated Bodies

Ayato is looking around for you.

Ayato: Geez...Where did Chichinashi run off to? My sense of smell isn’t workin’ as it should so I can’t tell. 

*Creaaak*

Ayato: Oi, Chichinashiー!! ...Oh.

You turn around.

Ayato: ...Finally found you. ...Why you hidin’ over in the bathroom, aahn!?

You grow defiant.

*RATTLE*

Ayato: ...What’s with that attitude? Are you tellin’ me to scram? Oi? Geez. You wanna take a bath or something?

*RATTLE*

Ayato: Then just do that. No reason to hide at this point. ...Now that you mention it, you kinda reek. ...Don’t tell me...Did that bastard Laito find you? Oi!? Answer me!

He grabs hold of your wrist. 

*Rustle*

Ayato: Che...No wonder I couldn’t see you ‘round anymore! Fuck...! This pisses me off! Why did you just let him suck your blood!? I thought I made myself clear earlier, but you still don’t understand, huh!? That you belong to meー!

You protest.

Ayato: ...Aah? What do you mean, you’re not mine? You’ve really been actin’ off this whole time. I guess in the end, you can’t fight back against the effects of that moon either?

You shake your head.

Ayato: That has nothin’ to do with it? ...Stop lyin’! ...Oi. Or did Laito force you to play along with his fucked up shit? ...Tell me. What did he do? 

You explain.

Ayato: Damnit...That jerk...Guess I’ll have to punch him after all or I just won’t feel satisfied.

You tell Ayato he can’t do that.

Ayato: What!? Don’t stop me! It’s not a fight! I need to punish him for touchin’ what belongs to mーー Che...Ah...Fuck! What’s this!? For some reason, the inside of my head is a mess, I don’t know what’s goin’ on anymore. ...Chichinashi, you’re experiencin’ the same, aren’t you? 

He corners you against the wall.

*Rustle rustle*

Ayato: One moment I feel an overwhelming sense of anger, then the next another emotion wells up inside of me at once. ...What should I do!?

Ayato turns on the water.

*PSHHHHHHH*

Ayato: ...Ugh, fuck...!!

*THUD*

Ayato: I thought the runnin’ water would help me calm down, but it’s only makin’ this weird sensation even worse!

You turn off the water again.

Ayato: ...Don’t get in my way! Keh...This sucks!

*Rustle*

Ayato: Do I need to do this to shut you up?

He suddenly bites you.

Ayato: Nn...Mmh...Hah...Chichinashi...Just like you have no idea what is goin’ on right now, I’m feelin’ equally confused. Hahn...

*Sluuuurp*

*Gulp*

Ayato: Hah...Keh! I should have told you that you’re mine so many times up till now but...For some reason...I feel like I need to repeat it even more. As if my words have fallen on deaf ears...

*Rustle*

Ayato: ...Chichinashi, do somethin’ ‘bout this...! Will I calm down...If I suck your blood? 

*Splash*

Ayato: Say...Let me have a sip. You gave it to Laito, right? Then...It’s my turn next.

*Rustle rustle*

Ayato: From a place that guy hasn’t gotten to yet...Right here, huh? Above your chest.

Ayato bites you.

*Sluuuurp*

Ayato: Haahn...Mmh...

*Sluuuurp*

Ayato: Fuck...! I need more.

*Sluuuurp*

*Gulp*

Ayato: Hahn...Mmh...Hah...How’s that, Chichinashi? I’m much better than Laito, right? 

You fail to give him a response.

Ayato: ...Answer me. Why do you always keep quiet when it matters the most, huh? ...Haahn...

*Sluuuurp*

Ayato: ...Haah? What? You don’t want me to compare myself to him? ...Fuck off. You really think I can stop doin’ that at this point? Especially with that guy, I have to make it clear. It’s none of your business.

You ask Ayato if that’s what he really wants. 

Ayato: ...Ah? How I truly feel? ...I don’t understand what you mean with ‘don’t compare yourself to anyone’. What do you mean with that? ...I mean, Laito’s my younger brother. There’s just no way I’d lose to hiー

You get upset, feeling as if you are being used as a convenient means for the brothers to have something to fight over.

Ayato: Ah? Cut the crap. I’m not claimin’ you as mine just as a way to compete with someone elー 

You insist he does.

Ayato: ...Actually, is that why were cryin’ earlier? Idiot.

*Rustle*

*Splash*

Ayato: I don’t yearn for you just ‘cause that guy does the same...These are my true feelings...Actually, I’m tellin’ you this is how I truly feel so just believe me already! You’re bein’ way too cocky, complainin’ ‘bout being treated like an object! ...What should I do!?

*Rustle rustle*

Ayato: ...Would you be satisfied if I told you I love you? Say?

Laito walks into the room.

Laito: ...Words are so unreliable. Honestly makes you wonder what exactly it is she wants, huh? ...Nfu~

Ayato turns around.

*Rustle*

Ayato: Ugh...! You again?

Laito: I got to listen to your confession of love~

Ayato: So what...!? 

Laito: I was just thinking I would love to try and confess using such pure words like you did as well~

Ayato: Haah...!?

Laito: ...You’d understand what I mean, wouldn’t you, Bitch-chan? Ah-aah~ Look at how soaked you are. However, it’s incredibly sexy, you know?

Ayato: Oi, Laito! What did you mean to imply just noーー

Laito: It doesn’t matter. Haah...Seeing Bitch-chan like this makes me feel heated whether I want to or not. 

Ayato: Che...Don’t you dare touch her without my permission!

Laito: Don’t wanna. I won’t take orders from you. No matter what your intentions are, Ayato-kun, Bitch-chan still belongs to me in the end. So I will do...

*Rustle rustle*

Laito: ...As I want. Okay~? Look...Like this!

*Rustle rustle*

Laito: Her cute body is craving for me after all...Would you like it here on your chest, Bitch-chan? Mmh...

Laito bites you.

*Gulp gulp gulp*

Laito: Ahn...

Ayato: Tsk...If that’s how you’re comin’, I’ll just tell you the exact same thing. 

Ayato closes in on you.

Ayato: Chichinashi, you belong to me. So, like thisーー!

*RIIIIIP*

Ayato: ...I’ll do as I please with you.

He bites you as well.

*Sluuuurp*

Ayato: Haahn...Mmh...

*Gulp gulp gulp*

Laito: Ah...Ayato-kun...You’re in the way...

Ayato: If you don’t like me bein’ here, then leave. Mmh...

*Sluuuuurp*

Ayato: Hahn...

*Gulp gulp*

Laito: ...Ahn...Bitch-chan, how does it feel? Being pleasured from left and right...~ Phew...~ I can’t get enough of that dreamy look in your eyes...Yet at the same time, it pisses me off. Aah...Usually sucking your blood together with someone else would make for the perfect situation though...Haahn...

*Gulp gulp gulp*

Laito: ...But tonight...I can’t hold back...

Ayato: Mmh...Nn...You love the pleasure, don’t you? Is that why you don’t dislike bein’ ganged up on like this either, hm? 

Laito: Haah...As to be expected of you, Bitch-chan~ Guess I’ll have to punish you more and more for yearning after such naughty things. Mmh...

*Gulp gulp gulp*

Laito: Nn...

*Gulp gulp gulp*

Laito: Ahn...

*Gulp*

Ayato: Che...This barely counts as punishment, does it? Mmh...

Laito: Nn...I guess you have a point. ...Haah~ What should we do then? I definitely want to give you a bit of a hard time, but I’m don’t really want to stop right now...

*Gulp gulp gulp*

Laito: Hahn...

*Gulp gulp gulp*

Ayato: Chichinashi. Don’t look at that guy.

*Rustle*

Ayato: I’m the only one you’re allowed to look at. Hahn...Mmh...

Laito: ...Oh geez~ Look at you showing off your possessive side. Well, I guess today, I’m in no position to judge you. ...Mmh...

*Gulp gulp gulp*

Laito: Haahn...

*Gulp gulp gulp*

Ayato: Chichinashi. What’s wrong? Throwing in the towel already? I’m sure you already know deep down, but we’re not lettin’ you go just yet...Nn...

*Sluuuurp*

Ayato: Mmh...Nn...More...Give me more of your blood...! 

*Sluuuurp*

Laito: ...Ahn...

*Gulp gulp gulp*

Laito: Haah...

*Gulp gulp gulp*

Laito: Hah...The lunar eclipse is almost over but...I can’t stop...Good grief. The effects of the eclipse are just too strong, it almost feels enjoyable to feel like you’re someone else for a change. Say, Bitch-chan? If Ayato-kun claims he won’t let go of you any time soon, then I obviously can’t stop either, no? ...Haahnーー

*Gulp gulp gulp*

Laito: ...Oh!

You lose consciousness.

*Thud*

Ayato: ...Chichinashi!

Laito: Hm...Bitch-chan. Open your eyes.

*Rustle*

Laito: Exactly...

 Laito scoops you up in his arms.

*Rustle rustle*

Ayato: Oi, Laito! Where are you takin’ her!?

Laito: Hmm~? Her body will cool down here, so I figured we’d change places. You’re tagging along as well?

Ayato: ‘Course I am! Don’t just do with my woman as you please!

Laito: ‘My woman’? ...Fufufu~ You really don’t beat around the bush, do you?

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー