#he's constantly just making holes in the ice water

[horn-of-leo]

Hyoga has one of the funniest character introductions in both the anime and manga

In the anime, he's just fucking around and visiting his dead mom when he was called back to Japan for the Galaxian Wars tournament. He immediately gets the Cygnus armor behind a glacier implying he could've done it anytime but just wanted to hang around a bit longer because he misses his mom a lot.

In the manga, he actually refuses to go back to Japan for the Galaxy Wars but only decides to return when he receives a letter from the Sanctuary that ordered him to kill the bronze saints and directions of where to find his armor(which he also mentions he was granted the status of a saint a while back). Meaning this whole time, he was just sitting around just visiting his mom because he couldn't actually find his armor because I guess Camus never bothered to tell him during the 6 years of training where it actually was.

[rosenclaws]

XXX.Com || Pornstar Worst!Logan Howlett smut

summary: Logan needs money and work is hard to find when you're from another universe, luckily he lands himself a job as an adult film actor. Lets just say, he's a natural.

warnings: SMUT, MINORS DNI!!, 18+ ONLY, fem!reader, porn (obvi lol), jerking off, dirty talk, unprotected sex, cream pie, scratching, oral f!receiving, rough sex, fake professor x college student (its the porno they're filming), he calls you teach in the porno, reader has a stage name (sunshine), flirting.

a/n: This was inspired by the delicious pornstar logan fics by @bpmiranda I wanted to try my own twist on the trope but plz go check out their fics they are amazing!!

Coming from another universe had its fair share of problems. For one his other self was a very well known hero so people were constantly staring. The other issue was working. He needed money if he ever wanted to move out of this god forsaken place. He’s sick of seeing wade walk around naked at 8 in the morning.

He needs his space and to get that he needs money but getting a job with none of the required paperwork was hard. He had to settle for doing odd jobs that paid cash under the table. Those were fine but he needed something more stable.

When Wade suggested he turn to adult films he rolled his eyes at another attempt at shitty humor from his roommate but the more he thought about it the less it seemed like a joke. The money was good and hopefully they didn't ask too many questions. So fuck it. How he found the right place was a long story but he ended up getting hired pretty quickly.

As the director put it. He's sexy and big in more ways than one. To Logan's surprise they didn't seem to care much that he was from another universe but they did have to make sure he wasn't a total creep which he understood.

The first video he was assigned to was pretty basic. Just fucking a girls brains out or something. Whatever the hell people were in to these days, he didn't really care. As long as he got paid. He had to get used to the prying eyes of the cameras.

Still he said his lines, albeit it took him a couple takes to say them naturally. His gruff voice and rippling muscles skyrocketed him to the top. Despite being a rookie he attracted a lot of attention and even garnered a reputation within the studio. No one could deny the raw animal magnetism this man seemed to have.

"Logan! Good news, your next video is going to be a with one of the most popular stars in our studio." The directors over the top enthusiasm makes Logan's eyes roll but he grunts out a response.

"Her name is Sunshine. Look her up. Anyways be here tomorrow by nine." Sunshine? Logan chuckles to himself as he leaves the studio.

Fake names are not uncommon but he's yet to find one that sounds so...perky. Still his curiosity gets the better of him as he steals Wades laptop in the dead of night. Searching in the name and scanning the results. Logan works with many attractive people in this job but the moment he lays eyes on you something shifts.

You aren't just attractive, you're drop dead gorgeous. He clicks on a video and his cock tightens in his pants. The faces you make don't look over the top or rehearsed. They almost look real. But Logan can tell you're faking it.

Your moans are sweet but he can tell whoever this boy is that's got his cock in you isn't doing his job very well. Still ever the professional you are you make it work. He falls down a rabbit hole of video after video. Shutting the laptop as the clock reads two in the morning. His cock is hard and painful as he puts Wades laptop back on the counter.

Fuck he needs a shower.

The ice cold water hits his back but it's not helping. He wraps his hand around his cock. Keeping his noises to a minimum as he jerks himself off to the thought of you. He bites his lip as he thinks of every way he can make you scream tomorrow. Show you what it's like to be fucked by a real man.

The sinful thoughts that fill his head drive him over the edge. He slams his hand against the shower wall as he comes. The water running down his back as he catches his breath. You've already got him interested, he just hopes he can put on a real show tomorrow.

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When Logan gets to the studio the director tells him the "plot" of this video. Plot being a very loose term here. He's supposed to be the failing college senior while you play the hot young professor. They hand him a white button up a size too small and some fake glasses. He laughs as they place the glasses onto his face.

"No one's going to fucking buy this." The buttons threaten to bust open as they start to fix his hair.

"I don't know, you look pretty convincing to me." He looks up to see you smiling at him.

Already dressed in your shoot clothes with your makeup and hair all done. He shamelessly looks you up and down, licking his lips as his eyes settle on your cleavage.

"I'm a little old to be playing a college student don't you think?" You shrug and walk closer to him. You take your hands and run them through his hair, trying to flatten the parts that stick up but they don't want to listen.

"Don't think any one is watching these for the realism Logan." You wink as you then move to fix his glasses.

He clenches his jaw as he tries to contain the raging boner. He shouldn't be hard yet but here he is. You're driving him crazy.

"Promise to go easy on you, don't want to scare my new favorite coworker." You tease. Your nails scratch along his jaw, just for a moment but it's enough to drive him wild.

"I'm your favorite already Sunshine?" Logan says with a grin.

"For now, don't prove me wrong when the cameras are on us." You walk away and Logan enjoys every second of it. Oh this is going to be fun.

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"Come on teach, your class is the only one I'm failing. I need to get a C to graduate." Logan's massive frame towers over your desk. His lines come out much more flirty than its supposed to but you roll with it.

"You need a lot of extra credit to make up the missing assignments Mr. Howlett." You stand up and walk over to where he was standing.

Pushing on his chest to get him to sit. You smirk when you see the buttons on his shirt fighting for their life. You sit on top of the desk and pretend to think.

"I'll do anything you want. Anything" Logan growls, his hand resting on your thigh now. Slowing inching up your leg, stopping right at the hem of your pencil skirt. You place your heel onto his shoulder. Spreading your legs so that Logan and the camera can see your lack of panties.

"Well, lets see how bad you want it." You taunt.

Your voice is smooth as butter and it drives him nuts. Logan gets on his knees. Ripping your skirt apart with ease making you gasp. That wasn't in the script but fuck it made you wet. His muscles are bulging in that damn shirt and you want to see what's underneath in person. Sadly that was going to have to wait as he trails kisses up your legs. Wet and sloppy as his grip on your hips is ironclad.

The camera moves to capture Logan's face. Seeing the primal hunger in his eyes as he grabs the hem of your panties with his teeth, dragging them down. He stands up with them still in his mouth. You grab onto his shirt and rip it open. Raking your nails down his very toned chest. You grab your underwear out of his mouth and toss it to the side.

"Good boy." You purr as you push on his shoulders.

He gets back onto his knees and wastes no time diving into your cunt. You fall back onto the desk as Logan takes you apart with his tongue. Moans and whimpers fall from your lips with ease. There is no need to fake your pleasure with him between your legs.

He's hungry, ravenous. Logan can't get enough. He holds your legs apart, keeping you from closing them as he zeros in on your clit. He's ruthless. Refusing to give you a moment to breathe as he loses himself in your pussy.

"You taste sweeter than I imagined." He growls off script. If he wasn't bringing you to orgasm you'd wonder what he meant by that. You wonder if he watched your videos just like you had.

"Logan!" You moan as your legs start to shake under the intense pleasure.

"That's it teach, let me taste you come on." His dirty mouth makes your head spin.

Your eyes squeezing tight as he pushes you over the edge. You barely even notice the camera as it positions itself over Logan's shoulder. Logan resist the urge to break the damn thing as it gets in his way. He feels a push on his shoulder and he growls. Reluctantly he gets out of the way and uses his thumb to rub your clit.

"I have an idea teach," Logan purrs. He pulls you off the desk. Wrapping an arm around you and grinding his clothed cock against your thigh.

"For every orgasm I can pull out of you, you raise my grade by a letter." He breathes into your neck, inhaling your scent. You sigh as his hands start to grope and squeeze your breasts.

"What do you say?" He grins as he feels you squirm under his touch. He unbuttons your blouse and tosses it to the side. Mouth watering as he buries his face in your breasts.

"You better get to work then Mr. Howlett. You're at a D right now." You turn around and bend over the desk. His hands run along your body before he unbuckles his pants.

"I'll show you a D." He grumbles. You have to stifle a laugh at his words.

The camera moves to show your face as Logan slides his cock inside of you. He throws his head back in pleasure as he gets to feel your tight cunt. Now this is what he was waiting for.

"Come get a shot of this." He whispers to himself.

He drags his cock out slowly. He watches in awe as your cute pussy just sucks him up. Your hands are digging into the desk, clawing at the wood as Logan's massive cock pushes its way in. You knew he was big but to actually feel it in person. Fuck.

"That feel good? You like my big cock hm?" Logan's cocky tone makes you moan as he picks up his pace. He's pummeling your poor pussy with no mercy. Your moans are as real as they can get as you cry and whine with each thrust.

"Logan oh god!" Your eyes cross as his cock hits a sensitive spot.

No one's ever hit that before. You're falling apart. Your chest heaves as you try and catch your breath but your moans quiet down because of it. Logan doesn't like that one bit. You groan as you feel his hand grab your hair. He pulls you up so that your back is arched. His cock somehow pushing its way deeper.

"Come on baby, don't hide from me." He whispers in your ear. He wraps an arm around your chest to hold you up. Your nails dig into his arm to ground yourself.

"Feel so fucking good, jerked myself off last night to your videos." He mumbles so only you can hear. You don't understand how a man can have so much stamina. He doesn't even seem tired.

"So fucking close I can feel it baby. I can feel the way your cunt clenches around my fat cock. I can hear her pulsing for me." His eyes grow dark as he feels you start to lose it.

His rough fingers sliding down to play with your cunt. It's a filthy sight to watch. You've forgotten about the cameras and the crew. The only thing you can feel is Logan. He's taken over your mind, your senses.

"That's it pretty girl." He bites your shoulder and the pain mixes with pleasure.

"Fuck!" You wail as you come hard around his cock. Logan groans in pleasure and comes before he can really stop himself. Filling you up nice and full as you babble incoherently. You can barely get your lines out as you float between the real world and cloud nine.

"You got your C Mr. Howlett." You've never been this wrecked after a scene before but Logan has completely ruined you. You grin at the feeling of his cum seeping out of you.

"You know, I've always wanted an A." He's grinning like the devil as he thrusts his hips once more making you cry out.

He's still fucking hard. He really is every porn studios wet dream. Hot, sexy, can go for round after round. The director calls cut but Logan doesn't let go of you. You've got this dazed look in your eyes and he gently lays you down on the desk.

"You alright?" He grunts as he slips out of you. His cock still standing straight as someone brings him a robe. He grabs a towel from one of the PA's and gently wipes up your legs. You whine as the rough material brushes against your poor pussy.

"Sorry." You just smile in response. You haven't had a fuck this good in a long time. A crew member brings you a robe and you put it on.

"You really know how to use that thing. For a second I thought you were the seasoned professional." You joke as you try and get off the desk. You stumble and Logan is quick to catch you.

"What can I say Sunshine, you made it easy." He flirts. The director calls his name and he rolls his eyes.

"Don't keep him waiting Logan. I'll see you soon." Another crew member comes to help you as Logan lets you go.

Thankfully this was all you had for the week and you could go home and soak in a bath. Your poor legs are going to need it. After signing a few things and getting next weeks shoot list you can finally go home.

"Sunshine, hope I didn't fuck you too good." Logan says with a wink. He's waiting outside of the studio, a cigar in his mouth.

"I regret whatever I said before, your ego is going to get too big." You joke. He shrugs and puts out his cigar on the ground.

"You got any plans?" He asks. Your dressed in normal clothes now, nothing remotely revealing but Logan still thinks you look gorgeous.

"I could take you to lunch, if you're interested." He offers.

You haven't thought about dating since you started working in this industry. You didn't need a partner and it could be hard trying to find one who understood your job. But Logan flashes that handsome smile and for some reason you can't resist.

Maybe your working backwards here. He fucks you and then you go to lunch but hey, nothing about him is conventional anyways.

"Yeah, lunch sounds good."

Its just lunch, you tell yourself. It's only a meal with your hot coworker. If things were to go further though you wouldn't complain. Certainly not when he's as handsome as he is. You definitely wouldn't mind taking him back to your place and you're certainly okay when he promises he can go for more rounds away from the prying eyes of the camera. But for now it's just lunch. He pays and you give him your number.

Logan and you part ways and he prays he sees you again. Not just at work but outside of it too. You've got him hooked. The video gets uploaded and explodes in popularity. Praising how realistic it felt and how hot both of you were. He gets a call from the director, expecting another update on his next shoot.

"Great news man! Sunshine wants to do exclusive shoots with you. Oh this is going to make us so much money." He tunes out the rambling as his phone dings. A smirk appearing on his face when he sees a text with your name pop up.

Want to rehearse our next scene? my place 7pm <3

[cold-kitty]

Never mind I saw ur things u won't write nvm so can it just be yan!merman reacting to a darling who iceskates?

I'll actually just go ahead and do the first thing you asked. When I said multiple yanderes at once, I meant in the same universe. So as long as they're in different universes, it's fine!

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Contains: Maybe a little fluff

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Yan!Murderer/Serial Killer would definitely take darling ice skating if they were 'being good'. He can't skate either, he's falling on his ass constantly to the point that it has frostbite. I AM GOING TO THROW THESE SKATES AT SOMEONE'S HEAD I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOOOOOOD-

Yan!Naga who will dig through the closet of his cabin, looking for skates the past residents could've left behind. He takes you to the forest lake in the winter, sitting by a fire and watching you skate, looking at you lovingly. wish i could skate with them...

(Post coming to your house)Yan!Mermaid who has a secret hole in the ice he slips in and out of. He'll swim under the ice, following you as you skate, twirling in the water. i wish he would spin me around in his arms!

SweetYan!Neuvillette who will invite you to skate with him after trials, to take his mind off of it when he really just wants to spend time with you. Who can't skate well, so he has you teach him. He feels guilty for taking you away from skating just to teach him, but it makes him blush how you insist that he learns so he can do it with you. you're so caring... i love you so much...

CrazyYan!Neuvillette who will take you skating every Friday if your 'behavior correction' goes well. he's not good at skating, and he uses that to his advantage. he's leaning on you, arms wrapped all over you under the excuse of being bad at it. i-im sorry I'm so bad at it... mmm your skin's so soft...

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I hope this met your expectations!

~🐈‍⬛

[cakesunflower]

lovelorn (and nobody knows) [rafe cameron au fic] chapter 7

Summary: Isla Carrera had planned for the summer before college to be focused on three things: helping out at her family’s restaurant (the helpful daughter), preparing for college (the good student), and having fun with the Pogues (the loyal friend). But one fateful night, where her car breaks down and her rescuer is none other than Rafe Cameron, seems to send her summer down a path she didn’t see coming–one teeming with a secret, illicit romance with the last person she expected. And if her friends and sister found out, Isla isn’t sure they’ll be so understanding, no matter what her feelings are.

Previous Chapters: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6

It was only supposed to be dinner, and Isla had every intention of sticking to that when she agreed to a date with Rafe. But even after a heavy meal, Isla discovered that Rafe has as big of a sweet tooth as she does, which is how they ended up in the kitchen making an ice cream sundae—to share—before bringing it to eat outside. Except instead of returning to their table, they sit on the edge of the pool, bare feet dangling into the inviting water as the boat-shaped dish sits between them.

And Isla, God, she’s having fun.

The conversation with Rafe never falls flat or tapers off into awkward silence. The two of them talk constantly, flowing from one topic to the next seamlessly as they eat the sundae. Isla kicks her feet back and forth lightly in the pool, the view of her yellow painted toenails distorted under the lapping water as she scoops up some more ice cream, drenched in chocolate syrup, and asks, “So you like the campus?”

Rafe nods, the gentle breeze dancing through his hair. They are talking about college, since Rafe is a year ahead of her, and already done with his first year at the same university Isla is starting at in the fall. “Yeah, it’s nice,” he nods, looking down as he scoops some ice cream as well. “There are some great spots to hang out, and some hole-in-the-wall type of places to grab food between classes.”

“Hole-in-the-wall?” Isla repeats with a raised eyebrow and teasing smile. “Didn’t really picture you as someone who’d like those kinds of places.”

As soon as the words are out, Isla feels a stab of guilt for obviously judging him blatantly, but Rafe doesn’t look the least bit insulted by her comment. Instead, he lets out a laugh around the spoon in his mouth, the light in his eyes dancing. “Hey, no one was more surprised than me,” he admits. “But I very quickly learned that those places have the best food.”

Isla laughs, nodding. “Fair enough. What’s your favorite one?”

“Sutton’s Drug Store,” Rafe answers immediately. Her eyebrows flick up, grinning at the lack of hesitation on his part. “They’ve got the best burgers I’ve ever had. It’s also pretty popular with the college students but, yeah, if you like burgers and sandwiches, I highly suggest going there.”

“Maybe you can show me.” She shocks them both by saying this, her smile turning a little shy when Rafe’s slightly surprised eyes meet hers. “Since you’re so familiar with the place.”

“You sure you wanna be seen with me?”

He doesn’t sound accusatory or upset about it, just simply curious, but it makes her chest tighten all the same. Truthfully, the thought of her friends seeing her with Rafe is a little daunting, mostly because Isla knows how they can be. Especially because it’s Rafe, of all people. The history between them is too deep and not all that pleasant for her friends to readily accept. . . Whatever it is that’s happening between her and Rafe.

Licking her lips and tasting the ice cream, Isla drops her gaze to the dish between them, scooping up some melting ice cream onto her spoon as she tells him quietly, “Maybe we take it one step at a time?”

“Hey.” Isla lifts her gaze and bites the inside of her cheek at the softened look in his eyes as he gazes at her, the light of the pool dancing in his blue eyes, somehow making them lighter. “You run the show here, Isla. Whatever you’re most comfortable with, I’m game. I just—” He hesitates and Isla is endeared by the flash of uncertainty as he gazes down at her, reminding her that she’s not the only one that’s probably nervous about this. About them and this whole situation they have found themselves in. “I just wanna see you again.”

Her heart thumps wildly, warmth unfurling in her chest. “You do?”

“Yeah,” he nods, the corner of his mouth curving upwards. “I’d say this was a successful first date, wouldn’t you?”

She did have fun tonight—more than she thought she would. Rafe went through the effort of making their dinner, and he and Isla chatted and laughed together in ways she hadn’t seen coming. As the night went on, Isla felt more and more comfortable in his presence, for once putting the whole Pogues versus Kooks ideals out of her mind and just letting herself enjoy the moment.

Rafe is funny and knows how to carry a conversation, and it’s never one-sided; with every question she asks of him, he returns them to her, looking genuinely interested in wanting to get to know her more. The fact of the matter is, Isla had a lot of fun tonight, and she wouldn’t mind doing this again with him.

“I would,” she answers with a nod and slow growing grin, one that he mirrors and knocks the air out of her lungs. The way he looks at her dries her throat, a hundred thoughts running behind those blue eyes, all of which Isla wants to know desperately. With a breathless chuckle, she raises the spoon and quips, “You’re quite the charmer, Rafe Cameron,” before popping the spoon in her mouth for her last bit of ice cream, legs gently kicking in the water.

She lets it sit in her mouth for a moment, grinning around it as Rafe lets out a laugh. “As long as it gets me a second date,” he muses, which makes her cheeks flush.

Isla giggles; it’s light and a little breathless, but it’s a giggle nonetheless, and when was the last time a guy made her laugh like that? Ducking her head and feeling a little overwhelmed, she puts her spoon down and clears her throat. “It’s getting late, I should head home.”

“Yeah, okay,” Rafe says coolly, and Isla avoids his gaze because then he’d be able to make out the pink in her cheeks as she pulls her feet out of the water and stands up. When she goes to pick up the ice cream dish, Rafe says, “Leave it, I’ll take care of it.”

She hums in acknowledgement and slips her sandals back on, grabbing her purse. She can sense Rafe following after her as they walk back into the house and cross over to the front door. Isla bites her lip when Rafe reaches around her and opens the door, and Isla finally turns to face him, her eyes meeting his pretty blue. “This was fun,” she tells him honestly with a smile. “I. . . We should do it again,” she adds with a new warmth pooling in her cheeks.

Rafe smiles, an excited flash of his eyes accompanying the relief that seems to relax his shoulders. His gaze dips, then, to her mouth, and just when Isla begins to think something is going to happen, he says, “You’ve got a little—”

He gestures to the corner of his own mouth, and the warmth in Isla’s face intensifies with an embarrassed heat when she realizes she’s got something on her face. “Oh, God,” she groans, using the back of her hand to wipe at the corner of her mouth. When she glances at her hand, she doesn’t see anything, but asks Rafe anyway, “Did I get it?”

Amusement dances in his eyes, which somehow manages to lessen her embarrassment. “No,” he says, a smile playing on his lips as his hand lifts. Rafe blinks, pausing, and Isla’s gaze flickers from his hand back to him as he clears his throat and asks, “Uh, can I?”

Isla freezes for a moment, pulse quickening. Despite her surprise, she finds herself nodding, Rafe’s gaze locked with hers and not straying for a second, even as his hand reaches out. The air hitches in her throat when she feels his fingers gently grasp the underside of her left jaw, the briefest of touches eliciting sparks of electricity to shoot throughout the rest of her  body and threatening to knock her off her feet. The band of his signet ring is cool against her skin. She notes, in that moment, his blue eyes darkening a bit when his thumb gently rubs the skin next to her lips, not quite at the corner of them but close enough.

It’s oddly, stunningly, intimate. Isla doesn’t even dare to breathe as she peers up at him, his height easily overtaking hers and it shouldn’t be as attractive as it is. His touch is warm, electrifying, and she isn’t quite sure if she’s imagining the space between them lessening while the tension stirs and grows thicker with every passing second. 

So slowly, Rafe lowers his hand, her skin already missing the contact, but the lack of space between them remains the same. Isla knows she should go, turn and walk to her car and that will be the end of the date. Yet she still lingers, still hopes a little, maybe. She wonders if he will close the distance, if she will be brave enough to do it herself, and realizes that she really wants Rafe to kiss her. A thrill of anticipation runs through Isla, goosebumps pickling her skin with a thunderous pulse thrumming through her.

She picks up the split second where his gaze dips to her mouth, hope and excitement rising—only for it all to shatter when the shrill ring of a phone cuts through the air.

Isla immediately steps back, heart leaping into her throat and cheeks warming as Rafe’s jaw tightens in annoyance. Disappointment sits heavily on Isla’s chest as Rafe digs his phone out of the pockets of his pants and runs a frustrated hand through his hair. “I’m sorry, it’s my dad.”

“No, it’s okay,” Isla rushes, her words slurring together in a hurry as she takes a backwards step out of the house. Rafe’s gaze meets her and Isla tries hard not to notice the longing in his eyes—for her, for the moment they lost. She knows it’s reflected in her own eyes, too, as she flashes him a quick smile. “I should head out, anyway. I’ll, um, see you later.” She steps into the night, the phone still ringing in Rafe’s hand as he watches her, and her smile softens. Despite the disappointment of the lack of kiss, Isla tells him, “Thank you for tonight. It was. . .” She trails off, cheeks pinkening, and she sees Rafe ease a bit at her sudden shyness. “It was wonderful.”

The heat in her face grows, wanting to cringe at her breathless choice of words, but Rafe grins, triumph and a boyish kind of giddiness brightening his features. “Thank you for coming. I—” He glances at his phone before asking her, “Let me know when you get home?”

Isla bites her lower lip, smiling with a nod. “I will. Goodnight, Rafe.”

He leans against the doorway. He still hasn’t answered the call. “Goodnight, Isla.”

When she walks to her car, she can feel Rafe’s gaze on her back, and she’s surprised by the fact that she has to resist the urge to turn back around and kiss him. He stays in the doorway, phone to his ear now, and watches her get into her car, and she grins to herself when she realizes that he doesn’t shut the front door until she’s all the way backed out of his driveway.

On her drive home, Isla blasts the air conditioner to cool her heated skin down, music playing through the speakers and the bass of the song amplifying the thumping of her heart. She drives home in a daze, mostly, as she replays the entire night in her mind once again. The smiles they shared, the conversations that seemed never ending. She’s surprised to find out that she and Rafe have a lot in common; their love for reading—even if it’s different genres—music taste, a healthy fear of snakes, both preferring Nutella over peanut butter. . .

It goes on and on, the things they both like and dislike, and with each revelation, Isla felt like she was discovering a whole new Rafe Cameron that she didn’t know existed before. And she likes him. A lot. 

Isla huffs out a quiet laugh, entering her room and shutting the door behind her. She collapses on her bed, staring at the ceiling for three seconds before grabbing a pillow and presses it to her face, before letting out the loudest muffled squeal she can.

*****

“Hey, did you leave the restaurant yet?” Kie asks when Isla answers her phone call.

“Walking out right now,” she says, walking down the path towards the parking lot, hiking up her tote bag that’s stuffed with her work clothes. She had changed into her bathing suit, crop top and shorts in the bathroom before clocking out of her shift. “Why?”

“Can you pick JJ up from work?” Kie asks. “He caught a ride this morning from one of his neighbors, I think. Something about his bike not starting.”

“Are you already at John B’s?” Isla asks as she unlocks her car.

Kie blows out a breath. “Yeah, I didn’t know he’d need a ride or I would’ve waited before leaving.”

Isla grins as she starts the car. “Aw, you’re such a nice girlfriend.”

“Shut up,” her sister hisses, making Isla burst into laughter. She loves teasing Kie, especially when it comes to her feelings for JJ. It’s Isla’s duty as her sister, really, to tease and tease until Kiara and JJ do themselves a favor and get together. “I’ll see you later.”

The drive to the country club is only ten minutes, and as Isla is pulling into the parking lot, she passes by two parked motorcycles—one of which is very familiar. Her pulse quickens when she recognizes Rafe’s bike, tongue pressing to her cheek as she parks her car a few spaces down. She sits in the car for a few seconds, gripping the steering wheel tightly as she debates her next decision, staring out of the windshield and right at the white building ahead.

“Fuck it,” Isla mutters to herself with a skipping heart beat, killing the engine and jumping out of her car.

The afternoon sun is warm but not too harsh, perfect for a boat and swimming day, which is why Isla is here to pick up JJ. She and the Pogues are taking out the HMS Pogue around the water, and Isla is itching to jump into the cool water. But right now, she crosses the parking lot and heads inside the club, shivering slightly under the cool blast of the air conditioner once she steps through the door.

There’s a muted hum of chatter as she walks down the wide hall, heading towards the outdoor patio area of the restaurant and bar that she knows JJ is working. As Isla walks, her gaze casually wanders, trying—hoping—to catch a glimpse of the guy she hasn’t been able to stop thinking about since their date two days ago.

It hasn’t been radio silent since then between them, either. They had been messaging on Instagram, just random conversations that never felt forced, until Isla finally sent him her phone number, and then they went from private messaging to texts. Funnily enough, it felt like a step forward in the right direction, bringing a new sense of excitement in this new development.

When she steps out onto the patio, shooting a friendly smile to Ariana, the hostess, Isla’s gaze travels around in search of JJ—but it too easily snags on another blonde boy sitting at a table towards the railing that overlooks the water. Isla takes in a quiet breath at the sight of Rafe, sitting at a square table with Topper and Kelce sitting opposite of him, but her attention is solely on him. 

Sunglasses cover those blue eyes, the breeze making the longer strands of his hair framing his temples dance gently. He’s in a simple black and gray striped shirt and black pants, leaning back in his chair like he doesn’t have a care in the world as he talks with his friends. Before, Isla had the same mindset as her friends, where when she’d see Rafe, she only saw an air of arrogance around him in the way he carried himself. As though he thinks he is above everyone else, which is easy to believe given that he’s a part of the richest family in the Outer Banks—possibly in all of North Carolina.

But maybe Isla was wrong to think that. Maybe it’s his confidence and charm that is often misconstrued as arrogance. The conversations Isla has had with him so far don’t particularly give her the vibe that he’s the arrogant asshole her friends believe him to be. 

Isla wants to dive headfirst into the idea that she had just misunderstood him, but despite their fun date and her desire to kiss him, touch him, she still hesitates. What if it’s a facade? What if he’s just pretending?

Then again, what does he get out of that? What does he get out of pretending to like her and want to be with her? Some kind of prank to humiliate her? Could he be that cruel and callous?

She’s not sure. Her stomach knots up, the feeling far too unpleasant. And it’s that moment when Rafe’s head turns just so, and despite him wearing sunglasses, her body tingles with sudden awareness, and she knows that he’s looking right at her. Isla swears the corner of his mouth lifts in a smile, her skin warming in immediate response as she bites back a foolish smile, though her lips still tug upwards of their own accord. It’s like the two of them are sharing a secret from either side of the patio, one that is just theirs to keep.

Just then, movement catches her eyes, and her gaze slides from Rafe to JJ cleaning up a table a few away from Rafe’s, and when her friend’s head lifts, the smile is immediately wiped off of Isla’s face. All thoughts slip from Isla’s mind, stomach dropping when she notes the black eye that JJ is sporting. “JJ,” she breathes out, hurrying around the tables to approach him. He senses her, eyes meeting hers, and she sees the way his lips purse when he takes in the worried look widening her eyes. “JJ, what happened?” Isla asks once she gets to him.

Her first concern is if her friend is okay and, selfishly, her second concern is hoping that Rafe isn’t the one who hurt JJ. Her friends and Rafe have gotten into quite a few physical fights over the years, and Isla knows it’s self-centered to hope that Rafe wasn’t the one who gave JJ that black eye. She also knows that she isn’t really giving Rafe the benefit of the doubt by even connecting him to JJ’s injury, especially after their date. But her worry has her jumping to the worst case scenario as JJ sighs, gripping the rectangular bucket he’s loading the dirty dishes into.

“I’m fine, Isla,” he assures her, a hint of resignation leaking into his voice. “It’s not a big deal.”

“Not a big deal?” she repeats, eyes wide as she tries to keep her voice low. The patio isn’t too busy, but there are still some guests around, and for JJ’s sake, Isla doesn’t want to create a scene at his place of work. But his left eye has a purpling ring around it, the skin under the eye slightly swollen as pinkish-red discoloration taints his temple by the eye. More quietly yet no less intensely, she demands, “What the hell happened?”

Isla braces herself for his answer, tongue pressing to the back of her teeth as she watches him intently. She sees JJ struggle to answer, the muscle in his jaw jumping repetitively as the conflict wars in his bright blue eyes. The one that’s bruised is slightly bloodshot and the sight of it has Isla’s chest tightening painfully, her concern drying her throat out. JJ is her best friend—she’s probably closer with him than the rest—and seeing him in this state is like a punch to the gut.

And maybe he sees that there’s no easing her worry by just dismissing the topic, so he lets out another breath, gaze cutting away from hers as he tells her, “My dad happened.”

Isla’s eyebrows furrow together, eyes still wide as bewilderment has her shaking her head. “Wait, your dad? I thought he was in jail?” Hadn’t Kie said he’d be locked up for six months?

A sardonic smile tugs at JJ’s mouth, just barely hinting at a dimple. “There was a riot, he used it to his advantage and escaped.” Isla’s eyes widen even more, if possible, as disbelief and fear for JJ stiffens her muscles. 

“And the first place he went to was your house?” Isla asks. “Weren’t the cops looking for him?”

“They were too busy getting shit under control,” JJ says, picking up a glass from the table and putting it in the bin he’s holding, the glasses clinking together. “But he left after. . . After,” he shrugs. “Don’t know where he went, but didn’t leave without a parting gift.”

Isla shakes her head, her eyes looking over him. “Jesus, JJ,” she whispers. She hates that he has to deal with this, that he has to have a dad as shitty as Luke Maybank. All that guy does is waste money he doesn’t have, get drunk, and beat on JJ. There's a damn good reason JJ is never home, and has a semi-permanent room at John B’s place.

Her hand reaches out, fingers gently grasping his chin and turning his head. He lets her, as this is nothing new between them, and she lets out a heavy breath. “Does it hurt? Did you ice it?”

“Yeah, I did,” he mutters, a hand grasping her wrist and putting her hand down. “Stop fussing. I’m fine.”

She shoots him a flat look. “Do the others know?” When he stays stubbornly silent, Isla shakes her head again. “You know they’re gonna wanna know.”

“I don’t need them worryin’ about this shit,” JJ says with a roll of his eyes. With a one shouldered shrug, he says, “I’ll just say one of those shitheads did it. They’ll believe it and leave it alone.”

He nods towards  his left and Isla doesn’t even have to look over to know who he gestured to. But she does, anyway, and her gaze lands on Rafe. He still has his sunglasses on, but Isla feels that same prickle of awareness that tells her he is watching her—and has been, probably for the entire length of her conversation with JJ. Rafe’s lips are in a thin line and Isla has been around Rafe long enough throughout the years to know that he doesn’t look happy behind those sunglasses.

But she can’t focus on that right now, not when JJ’s words ring in her head. There’s an urge to come to Rafe’s defense, not wanting JJ to stir the pot when things have been relatively peaceful between her friends and Rafe. Isla’s stomach tightens, getting the dreaded sense of being a traitor—the only problem is, she’s not sure who she’s betraying with the conflicting feelings that are bubbling up inside of her. She knows Rafe couldn’t have heard her and JJ’s conversation, yet guilt still threatens to bloom.

“Come on, JJ,” she says, half laughing and half huffing in exasperation. “You don’t think news about Luke is gonna spread and they won’t find out? They’ll connect the dots and you know it.” She arches an eyebrow when JJ presses his lips together. “Just tell them.”

He’s silent for a few seconds and Isla tries to prepare another argument in case he doesn’t want to listen to her. But then JJ surprises her by exhaling heavily and saying defeatedly, “No secrets among Pogues, right?”

Isla feels beyond hypocritical as she forces a smile at JJ’s words. “Yeah, exactly,” she agrees with a nod, nervously hiking the strap of her bag higher up on her shoulder. Swallowing through the discomfort tightening her throat, she says, “Come on. The others are waiting at the Chateau.”

JJ nods. “Let me drop this off at the kitchen and change.” He walks around her but doesn’t leave before asking, “Why’d you walk in? You could’ve texted me.”

“Um,” Isla says, eyes widening because he’s behind her now as she scrambles her brain for an excuse. “My mom thought she forgot her Apple watch in her locker,” she lies, turning to shoot JJ a smile. “I went to check but no dice.”

He clicks his tongue. “Bummer. Alright, I’ll be back in ten,” he says before heading inside.

Isla watches him go, chewing on her bottom lip as he disappears inside. Once he’s gone, her shoulders slump, fingers running through her hair as she shuts her eyes and blows out a breath. She hadn’t realized how tense her body got throughout her conversation with JJ—particularly when he had brought up Rafe. It’s not lost on Isla how quickly she jumped in to defend Rafe without JJ knowing about it, even if Isla had wrongfully assumed and dreaded that Rafe had been the one to give JJ a black eye.

“Everything okay?”

Isla jumps at the sound of Rafe’s voice, as if she conjured him from her thoughts, spinning to face him. “Whoa,” he says, chuckling slightly as he takes a step back. He raises his eyebrows, though Isla sees the concern in his eyes. “You okay?”

Isla glances behind him, seeing Topper and Kelce watching them from their table. Isla’s not sure if she likes that, but she looks back at Rafe, and something inside of her softens at the worry in his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, all good,” she reassures with a nod. “Just, uh, worried about JJ.”

“Yeah,” Rafe says, his gaze flickering over her head in the direction JJ had gone. “That looked like a nasty black eye.”

Isla nods, lips rolling into her mouth as she hums. “Mhm.” Her gaze drops, looking down at her sneaker clad feet, a little too pointedly avoiding Rafe’s gaze. 

She grips the strap of her bag tightly, feeling the weight of Rafe’s eyes on her, silent until he starts, “Wait. . .” Isla reluctantly lifts her gaze and sees Rafe frowning, a calculating look churning in his blue eyes that has her pulse quickening. He once again glances over her head before looking back at her and asks, “Did you think I did that to him?”

Isla’s eyes widen, stunned that he seems to have figured out her shameful thoughts so easily. She wants to laugh it off and dismiss it, but the air knocks out of her lungs when she sees a confused frown on his face turn into one of hurt, pulling back from her, and that subtle act has her stomach knotting up in total discomfort. 

Her expression is answer enough to Rafe’s question, and she watches as his lips curve up and a sardonic laugh escapes him, hand coming up to cover his mouth, gaze darting away. The hurt is obvious in the sound of his empty laugh, and it in turns makes Isla hurt, knowing that she’s the reason for it. “Come on, Isla,” Rafe mutters, huffing out a breath.

“I’m sorry, I—” she hastily speaks, voice a whisper. “Can you blame me? It’s not like this hasn’t happened in the past—”

“Yeah, in the past,” he cuts her off, his own voice low but sharp. She presses her lips together at the way he looks at her, eyebrows pulled together but not quite a glare. Just disappointment and hurt that he’s struggling to hide, and Isla’s throat bobs, already regretting her words. “After this weekend, do you really think I’d turn around and do that to him? I haven’t gotten into it with your friends in a while, Isla. Are you serious?”

Isla takes in a sharp breath, pulse quickening as she tries to de-escalate this situation as it gets away from her. She wants to tell him that she talked JJ out of blaming Rafe anyway for the black eye, but the words don’t come out—not in the face of the look he’s giving her. When she can’t come up with anything to say that could possibly make this better, Rafe shakes his head.

“Alright,” is all he says, gaze cutting away from her as he turns and walks back to his table, hand rubbing the back of his neck as he goes.

She watches him go, a lump in her throat borne of guilt, ignoring the curious and confused looks from Topper and Kelce. Isla hesitates, wanting to smooth things over with Rafe right away because, honestly, her skin prickles with the idea of making him upset. A month ago, Isla wouldn’t have cared, not really. But right now, it worsens the knots in her stomach, overwhelmed with the urge to talk to him and smooth things over, except JJ suddenly calls her name, and she tears her gaze away from Rafe, who returns to his seat, and looks over at JJ waiting for her. Isla takes a step towards him, but her gaze slides back to Rafe, who is pointedly ignoring her. She lets out a heavy sigh, knowing this is her own doing, yet still lamenting how she went from thinking about their date to this.

[smuttyworks]

There is no more home - Dark!Rafe Cameron

WARNINGS: Major death, depression, alcohol abuse, loss of child.

This is part 2 to Lets go home! thank you to one of the amazing readers for the idea of part two with Rafe spiralling ❤️

Part 1

After the death of the love of his life, how does Rafe cope?

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Rafe was spiraling, he couldn’t get control of himself and everyone around him had to just watch as this car accident of Rafe’s life was happening before them, and there was nothing they could do to save him from the wreckage.

The day of your funeral no one thought Rafe would make it. As they lowered the two caskets side by side into the ground, Rafe forced himself to endure the torture of watching and being fully present as the loves of his life were put to rest.

With silent tears streaming down his cheek, he kneeled in front of the grave as his eyes fluttered taking in the two caskets, he grabbed a handful of soil before sprinkling it gently on his girls.

But that was all Rafe could handle. He lifted himself from the ground and ignored the calls of his name from his family and friends and walked back towards his car. 

The pain he felt was so physical, he never knew such hurt in his life… he didn’t know this was possible. 

Quickly getting into the car Rafe felt as if his knees would buckle if he walked any further, not that he cared… his mind landed on the thought of falling onto the dirt above both your graves and just withering away until he was with his family once again.

“FUCK!” He screeched, fists pounding on the steering wheel as he tried to let out some of his emotions, but no matter how much he screamed or sobbed he still felt the same… tortured.

There was days Rafe didn’t get out of bed.

Ignoring the constant knocking at the windows and doors from his friends and family as he had nothing to talk about. Nothing anyone could muster up would change a thing and so therefore there was no point. 

The blackout curtains causing a constant darkness to where he could get lost in his thoughts of you, imagining you as you were that night, fast asleep in this exact bed. He liked to imagine crawling into bed with you instead of walking out the door… the things he would do different constantly eating him alive.

The days Rafe did manage to pull himself up, he would stumble to the kitchen as he would try to ignore the way everything was the exact way you left it. His bare feet padded on the glossy marble floors as he approached the bar. 

Grabbing the first bottle his fingers made contact with, he pulled the cork and swallowed down the burning liquid as if it was water. he wiped his mouth of some of the spilt drink and sat down at the dining room table, taking another large swig.

Soon Rafe was using alcohol every moment he was awake. It didn’t make him feel better, but instead it helped the days go by faster. But with the constant use of liquor, it made him a ticking time bomb, often being set off by nothing at all to the smallest things.

Rafe’s eyes landed on a tumbler you used daily to stay hydrated; Rafe was always the one to go fill it up how you liked it, with half ice and then fill the rest with water. He never let you get up to get it for yourself, as he was the one to take care of you and your growing baby, it was his job to make sure you both were looked after and safe…

The sight of your tumbler had completely shattered something inside of him as he screamed out into the void, the pain in his cracked voice was something never heard of before as Rafe had never cared about anything in his life before. “Please-“ he wheezed out, gripping his shirt above his heart as that all too familiar pain filled his chest. “I wanna go with you…” His broken voice whispered, wishing only to be with his babies.

Other times Rafe’s outbursts were out of anger. Always ending up with his knuckles bloodied, glass shattered around the house, and holes punched through the walls. 

If Rafe had to endure this kind of crippling pain, then why didn’t everything else? Why didn’t everybody else… Why did your beautiful life have to end? Why didn’t your daughter get to grow in the safety of her mother’s tummy? Why is it that only the lives of your family were affected like this?

Scabs reopening and new cuts forming as he tried to form thoughts about how this was real. “I failed you…” Rafe whimpered into the broken marble tile he had just punched through. His tears running down his nose and dripping onto the mess he made.

When Ward and Rose were finally able to enter the house after breaking one of the back glass windows they couldn’t believe the sight before them. Ward’s heart broke as he took in the state of the two of yours home.

Blood streaked on some areas of the walls along the endless holes, broken glass covering the floors as well as many, many, empty liquor bottles around the whole house. “Don’t let Sarah come in.” he swallowed, not even turning to Rose as she just nodded slowly, then silently made her way out of the house in hopes of not letting Sarah see the state of her older brother. Ward’s heart was heavy as he watched his whole family suffer over the past few weeks and he didn’t know what to do.

You came into Rafe’s life and changed him for the better, you helped him build a better relationship with his family and you made him truly happy. There wasn’t anything Ward could do to help steer Rafe in a better direction, he knew that… So when you came in the picture it was a blessing answered.

The moment he saw your pregnant bump he not only felt the weight of losing a grandchild he would never get to meet, but he felt for Wheezie and Sarah, and how they would never meet their niece or nephew… But the heaviest weight Ward felt was knowing his son just lost the love of his life at the same time as he lost his child, and that kind of pain Rafe could never recover from.

“Rafe?” Ward breathed, taking in the eerie silence of the destroyed house as he walked through. He stepped into the bedroom and could see his son in the dark room on the floor, the bones of his back and ribs protruding prominently only telling Ward that he hasn’t eaten.

He kneeled on the floor and sat beside his defeated son. “I failed her…” Rafe breathed, “I failed them both.”

[cheesecakeislazy]

I feel like nobody is going to ever see this. But I just need to get some BEN Drowned headcanons out here-

1. He always wears his goofy ass hat because he never brushes his hair and it helps hide the absurd mess it is

2. Whenever Ben feels shocked, angry, or an overwhelming emotion, his pupils disappear leaving a black void(?)

3. His voice is naturally glitchy, it’s like his vocal cords are a messed up record player. Examples; He repeats words like a broken record occasionally, he tends to stutter pretty often, his voice has a constant static undertone, he has voice cracks but they sound cooler.

4. Virgin af

5. Short king (he’s 5’5)

6. Smokes weed and listens to Hyperpop and electronic music

7. He also loves video game soundtracks

8. He doesn’t technically need to sleep as a technology ghost, so he tends to pull all-nighters constantly

9. When he does sleep, he either has dreams about drowning in an abyss of water or other things he can’t remember

10. He listens to video game OST’s when he goes to bed (usually Minecraft or Legend of Zelda)

11. He loves the Zelda franchise but has a small grudge towards Majora’s Mask

12. He also doesn’t need to eat food, but he likes to anyways- it helps him feel human.

13. He doesn’t look exactly like Link. His blonde hair is a little pastier and dirtier (color wise lol) and his face still mostly looks like his

14. He’s toned. He hates being made fun of for his height so he started working his ass off at the gym to try and get some muscle

15. He loves brownies

16. Sour cream and onion is his favorite chip flavor

17. He is cracked at nearly every game he plays (he totally sucks at Among Us)

18. He can only take showers, baths scare him too much

19. He actually likes the beach, he just hates swimming to far out

20. He loves mint chocolate chip ice cream and Jeff thinks Ben is the devil because if it

21. Ben is bisexual, his motto is “Hole = Fucking Goal”

22. Ben doesn’t know how to flirt, so he just acts like himself (aka a dumbass)

23. He’s not a pervert unless he’s in a very good relationship, he makes sex jokes 24/7 but that’s because his humor is 13 year old boy humor

24. Ben is in his 20’s

25. Ben is a technology ghost. He’s a dead person aka a ghost. But his spirit lingered and possessed a gaming cartridge. Once his spirit was released from the game, he was able to transverse the internet. Computer, phone, tv, anything with a screen that’s connected to the wi-fi he can go through as he pleases

26. He’s really good at standing still like a statue

27. The Blood that leaks from his eyes is minimal most of the time and can be wiped off easily, he just chooses not to because he’s lazy

28. When Ben gets upset or any emotion to make him cry, the blood that oozes from his eyes literally thickens and bursts out

29. Ben hates bugs and he lets out a girly ass shriek when he sees one

30. He can teleport a decent distance, but he usually only teleports within the mansion (slender mansion AU)

31. He can summon fire from his hands but he doesn’t use it too often

32. Sometimes when he gets really mad, he unintentionally sets a fire (lots of controllers have been burned)

33. Ben can manipulate electricity, it makes his entire body warmer as he does it, Fire only makes his hands warm.

34. He tends to constantly have the electricity powers going on at a small level. Not enough to affect his electronics but enough to give you a small shock if you touched him. It gives him a sense of human like warmth

35. He always wears gloves because his hands are so frigid he can barely feel them.

[yowyowyaoi]

Kisame’s Daily Texts from the Akatsuki

From Deidara

Me and Tobi found a big muddy hole full of earthworms, let’s go fishing! 😁

We finished it last night, sorry 

I was just teasing him!

Exploding or boring?

Not a tea person but thanks anyway 

LMAOOO he probably pissed himself 🤣

Pls tell Itachi I’m not gonna hurt her I just want to pet her for a while!

Leader said he’ll kill us if we do it again so no probably not 😓

You gotta use the conditioner too or else it won’t be effective 

I’ll ask him but he don’t really like places like that. Says they’re too happy 🙄

From Hidan

If you have two does that mean one sleeps while the other fucks or ?

No offense but it’s literally so boring I can’t sit still that long 

I would say he’s giving you blue balls but.

Can’t imagine giving a shit but 🤷‍♂️

Tried that once. Got the mask halfway off and suddenly felt like I was drowning. Never again.

Old bastard said no 😑

You need to watch him he takes like two bites and pushes the plate away 

How? Half of us are gay half are insane and some are both 🤣

One dick, two dicks, your dicks, BLUE dicks! Lol get it??

From Sasori

Thanks but water erodes my “skin”.

I’m done reading it, you can borrow if you like.

Please make sure he puts on sunscreen he’s too stubborn to listen to me.

Don’t really remember all that well but I believe it was ice cream.

He has to *want* treatment and so far he’s turned down every offer Kakuzu or myself has made.

They make for more appealing puppets if they have some unique physical characteristic while they’re still living.

I’ll probably marry him some day but first he has to work on not blowing himself to bits.

Oh of course. You know you don’t need to ask.

From Kakuzu

Hey I almost beat you and I’m 60+ years your senior.

Just this once … no charge. Worth it to see him freak out like that.

I’m not very well-versed in animal anatomy but I can take a look and try my best.

EVERYBODY pays. Itachi too.

Fits nice. My thanks.

This place is falling apart, if it’s not one thing it’s another.

It’s annoying but I don’t see any serious long-term effects.

From Konan

That’s so sweet, thank you ☺️ 

Write down the exact kind for me, I’ll pick it up the next time I go to the market.

He’s a sweetheart isn’t he? 🥰

I’ll take your word for it, but ducks are so cute I don’t think I could eat one.

Come to my room I have some eye drops that’ll help him.

If I let that happen no work would ever be done and they’d likely kill each other.

So many miles, with these heels it’s hard on my feet.

If you want it that rare then there’s really no point to me cooking it at all 😒

At this point the yelling has become background music.

Me on one shoulder and Itachi on the other. You big show-off 😁

From Tobi/Obito

You only beat me because Deidara distracted me!

Forty cookies isn’t even that many. Plus Itachi ate two more.

Kakuzu said to earn the money myself so I stole one of his bounties 🤷🏻‍♂️

Itches. A LOT.

Can’t stand tea but if you have any hot chocolate, yeah.

You should hang out with Zetsu more often then. Like one never-ending picnic.

He really wants to go but I don’t have a pole. You have a spare?

Yeah but he might let us get a fish-tank if YOU said you needed it, like for health or something 

Sushi? Isn’t that cannibalism?!

Fuck him AND his perfect ass. Literally and figuratively.

Don’t give me that “kid” shit, we’re like the same age!

From Zetsu

You want to split that guy’s leg with me? He was very fat, lots of good meat 😋

He’s a good man but doesn’t his dubious emotional state concern you?

It’s a lot like hearing two voices at once. Constantly. 

It’s no fun if they don’t scream a bit first. You know this.

I did the scouting; that lake about five miles up the road is both deep and fairly clean.

Let’s hide under his bed and scare him. I bet money we can get him to soil himself while crying for that damn Jashin 🤣

From Nagato

I thank you for the tea. It helped me to sleep.

Well, keep an eye on him.

The pain is worse when I stand but Sasori is working on prosthetics for me that may solve the problem.

As long as you return in time for your next mission.

Get that looked at as soon as possible. We can’t afford to have you out of commission.

I do, but she deserves so much better than myself.

I’ll speak to Kakuzu about getting you a new one.

If you two are going to do that, please keep it away from our hideouts. It disturbs Konan to hear the screaming.

From Itachi

I ate this morning. Promise.

That wasn’t Hidan’s fault, I’d forgotten to take my pill so my reflexes were slow.

Just consider it. Uchiha Kisame. Say it out loud. It’s beautiful 😌

Can you check if I left that shirt in your room?

Dei and I went there last night. The manager banned us for life because Dei set off a C3 in the men’s room. 😑

Fine. You buy the skirt I’ll “model” it for you.

Sad. Come stay with me please.

You worry too much.

That picture is for YOUR EYES ONLY. 

Aww what do you mean? Kitty loves you she’s not trying to eat you!

It’s one that Konan gave me. It’s really good you’d probably like it too.

Tea?

I didn’t *fall* in, he *pushed* me. Big difference.

Mom taught me when I was younger. I can teach you too if you want.

You’re mine too. Always ❤️

[storytowrite]

Love Untold (OT8 x F! Reader)

Chapter 16

Paring: Minho x reader

Genre: smut

Warnings: wet dream, 18+, sex, penetration, binding, gagging, fingering, birth control pills, abusive ex, bullying, fear of thunderstorm, humping

Word Count: 6145

Masterlist | Love Untold Masterlist

Due to the work of your parents, you are forcet to constantly move. However, this time moving houses let to interesting and unusual events. You met 8 handsome boys at school and somehow you managed to move in with them. How will your fate go?

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When you finally got home, everyone went to their room to unpack after the trip. The boys never left your side the whole trip, so you felt safe. Almost as if you were some big star and had your personal bodyguards who would do anything for you.

Despite the time well spent, somewhere in the back of your mind you still had the thought that you would now see Seonghwa and in addition in your class, where there is not a single one of your male friends who could help you if something bad happened.

You woke up in the morning and you had an irresistible need to satisfy yourself, and there was mess in your panties, all because of your dream today. You've had dreams like this before, but not this intense and passionate. You were practically 100% sure you had cum sleeping, just like you did in your dream.

You dreamed you were in a playroom. The walls were painted red and black, and the accessories matched them perfectly. In the center of the room was a bed covered with a red silk sheet, you were naked with your wrists tied to the bed and Minho towered over you. The boy looked especially good in the not too strong light. He was shirtless but still in his pants. His eyes scanned your entire body, which was covered in love bites made by him, not missing the smallest details. He admired how sexy you looked as you squirmed beneath him. Minho flipped you onto your stomach in one quick motion and lifted your hips up. He now had perfect access to your private parts and could do whatever he wanted with you. For a moment you stopped feeling the boy's touch on your skin, which was met with a growl of dissatisfaction. But suddenly you heard the sound of a glass full of ice. The boy took out one of the cubes and put it in his mouth. He leaned over you, pressing his fully erect but still clothed penis against your buttocks. You were very horny for him and waited impatiently for his next move. Lino, still holding the ice cube in his mouth, ran it along your spine. The cold and soft lips of the boy gave you great pleasure, and a long, sluty moan flew out of your mouth. Your body writhed uncontrollably under his touch, demanding that he finally enter you. The ice cubes, under the influence of your hot body, melted quickly, and the boy took out more and more from the glass. He played with you all he wanted and enjoyed that you were such a polite slut to him. Another cube, which this time he grabbed in his fingers, melted on your red from spanking buttocks, the cold perfectly soothed your sore buttocks, and the water flowing over your holes from time to time drove you crazy. You wanted to say something but the boy drowned you out with the tie that gagged your mouth. He placed another ankle against your already very wet entrance. The coldness engulfed your entire core and your back arched even more, lifting your hips higher. The ice was melting at your entrance and Minho's fingers were slipping into you with every second. The boy had nimble fingers that were moving quickly inside you, revealing new sweet spots. It didn't take long for him to add a second and a third finger and start stretching you. Because your mouth was covered, all sounds that came out of you were drowned out, and the tie was already drenched with saliva. Your pussy was also wet, so much so that when Minho sped up his hand, you could hear the noises it was making. Your eyes rolled back and you bit the tie tighter. You felt yourself getting closer and you were about to be a wet mess. As he removed his fingers from you, you heard the sound of a belt being unfastened. Minho pinned your head firmly against the bed and in one motion he was all inside you. A cry of pain escaped your lips and tears welled up in your eyes. The boy's member was huge and it blew you away from the inside. Without waiting for you to get used to it, he began to move quickly. His thighs slapped against yours, filling the room with sweet sounds. After a few movements, you got used to his presence inside you, and the pain was replaced by pleasure. Minho lifted your hips even higher and spread your legs, giving himself even deeper access. He penetrated you hard and aggressively, but you enjoyed it. You wanted him to destroy you… he made you the slut you are every time he's around you. It only took a few hard moves and you came trembling under him. Your body fell tiredly onto the bed, but the boy was still holding your hips, still thrusting into you. You knew he was close too as he dug his fingers harder into your hips. Three hard thrusts and he was out of you, then you felt warm cum fall down your back and buttocks. Your knees were soft and you fell onto the bed. Minho approached you and was about to kiss you but you woke up.

As you got out of bed, you decided not to go to school today to get your problems in order. You took out a loose sweatshirt and shorts from the wardrobe and went to wash yourself in the bathroom. On the way, you saw Minho coming out of the bathroom.

He was standing in the doorway in only black shorts, wiping his purple, rather long hair with a towel. You looked him up and down, focusing on the drops of water dripping from his hair onto his chest.

You bit your lip, admiring his body, which gleamed in the led light in the hallway. It took him a moment to notice that you were standing in front of him, staring at him.

“Oh hi Y/n. How are you?" He asked as he approached you and ruffled your hair gently.

"I...I'm okay." You stuttered, shaking yourself out of your reverie.

Then your eyes met, and you remembered your dream again and felt the mess that was in your panties because of him.

“I must…I must go now.” Your tongue was tangled with stress and your heart was pounding like crazy.

You looked ridiculous as you pushed the boy out of the aisle and quickly entered the bathroom. Your whole face was raspberry red. You let out a sigh of relief when you closed the door behind you and started fanning yourself with your hands to cool yourself down. You had the impression that you also started to feel something for Minho, but you didn't know if it was the same as with other boys.

You took a quick shower and put on some casual clothes and pulled your hair into a messy bun. Strands of hair tickled your face, falling into your eyes, but you didn't intend to fix them, you were lazy today.

When you came out of the bathroom, you didn't hear anything, no more boys’ screaming, no more sounds of fighting for food, there was complete silence. You walked around the house but didn't see anyone, so you figured everyone had already gone to school so you had the whole house to yourself.

You made yourself a quick and simple breakfast, which was toast with avocado and egg. You've forgotten how fun it is to cook something for yourself, even something as small as eggs and toast. You ate your meal with relish and sat on the couch wondering what to do here today, since you have so much free time.

You sat idly, changing the channels on the TV, but there was nothing that would catch your attention. You finally decided to go to the pharmacy before the boys came back home. It was the perfect opportunity to buy birth control pills and take the first one today to take effect.

So you called Sebastian, who came without any questions and drove you downtown. You told him to wait for you and went to the pharmacy. You timidly entered the store and approached the clerk. Without saying anything, you gave the prescription to the cashier and waited impatiently as the woman disappeared behind long shelves full of medicines.

You looked around, tapping your foot nervously, making sure no one saw you here buying pills. You've been waiting for a long time. When you saw the woman emerging from behind the bookcase, you breathed a sigh of relief.

The woman handed you your pills, looking at you slightly appraisingly. You paid, hid the bag with the purchase. and made your way back to the car as fast as you could. As it turned out, Sebastian was not in the vehicle. You called him, and the man explained that he had to go buy some wines that your parents asked him to buy.

So you just stood there, leaning against the hood of your car, lazily flipping through your phone. You were running out of time so you took out a leaflet and started reading it. After all, it would be useful to know how to use these tablets. After reading it and making sure it was safe, you took one out of the package and swallowed it.

Suddenly, you heard a nasty laugh that you knew all too well. Your head shot up and none other than Seonghwa appeared in front of your eyes. The boy approached you, slurping an iced drink.

You quickly hid your pills behind you, your heart was pounding with stress, you wanted to run away from this place as soon as possible.

"What's up sweetheart, you don't have to hide it from me. I know everything about you, don't you remember? After all, I was your first kiss, first love, first time..." He was getting dangerously close to you with each count.

You tried to pull away but the hood of the car prevented you from doing so. He placed his hands on either side of your hips, blocking your escape route. Your heart pounded with fear and your eyes watered. You didn't want him with you, not now that you were alone.

He moved even closer, grabbing you by the waist. You clenched your fists tighter on the bag you were holding behind you, and in your mind you began to ask for someone to save you. Fear paralyzed you again, your ex was your worst nightmare.

You wanted so badly to push him away, but you couldn't. Seonghwa started to place kisses all over your neck and you couldn't do anything. Your whole body refused to obey and not a single muscle could move.

Your eyes filled with tears, your breathing quickened and you panicked. The world swirled around you and everything started to slowly disappear until you were alone with Seonghwa.

Just when you thought it was over and nothing could save you, suddenly you heard.

“What the fuck!” Then Seonghwa was brutally torn away from you.

As if through the fog, you saw Victoria, who threw herself at the boy, then grabbed his drink. A moment later, the cold liquid hit you hard in the face. The crushed ice landed under your shirt. You were stunned by the whole situation.

“First Minho, now Seonghwa. Learn to keep your hands off someone else's boyfriends, bitch!" Still screaming at you, enraged girl.

You wiped the sticky liquid from your eyes to be able to see anything. Seonghwa stood aside and watched the situation with a mean smirk while Victoria stood right in front of you with an appraising look.

You were about to say something when Sebastian came over to you. He was surprised, but also pissed at the whole situation. He didn't know the context, but seeing you covered in red slush made him very nervous. He shooed the couple away from the car, threatening to report them to the police.

“Are you alright Miss?” He asked, wiping your face with a tissue. He was obviously upset about the whole situation.

“Take me to school. I want to be with boys. Please." You managed to choke out between tears that blocked your words in your throat.

The man bowed and opened the car door for you. You got in and after a few minutes you were at school. You immediately went to the roof where you and the boys used to spend time together. People you passed looked at you and pointed fingers, but you didn't care, you wanted to see the boys as soon as possible.

You opened the door to the roof and as expected all eight were sitting against the wall. As soon as they saw you, their joy vanished and turned to consternation. Han ran over to you and without hesitation, hugged you as tight as he could.

“Alright shh…it's okay. We are with you. You have nothing to worry about." He said calmly, lightly stroking your head reassuringly.

Soon after, the others came to you as well. Everyone was worried about your condition. They knew full well that it wasn't an accident and you're in a sorry state.

"What happened honey?" Chan asked thoughtfully, putting his hand on your back.

The boys' touch had a calming effect on you and after a while your emotions calmed down a bit and you were able to say anything.

“Seonghwa…he me…and me….and then Victoria ... .and…now wet.” You sighed, wiping tears from your cheeks.

"Oh baby, you don't have to worry anymore. Do you want to go home?” Hyunjin asked, as concerned as the others, but you sensed a bit of anger in his voice.

You nodded and you all walked to the parking lot together. On the way to the car, Minho handed you his jacket, which he placed over your shoulders without a word. He looked stunning in a loose white T-shirt. The boy always looked good in what he wore. Although his style was rather casual, it suited him perfectly and emphasized all his strengths.

After a few minutes you were home and went to wash up. When you came out of the bathroom, all the boys wanted to take care of you. Seungmin made you hot chocolate because he knew you loved it and always drank it when you were stressed. Felix wrapped a blanket around you as you sat on the couch and Changbin hugged you, giving you the warmth you needed so much.

You all spent the afternoon together laughing and watching some silly romantic comedies. Your mood with them always improves. As you looked at them like that, you knew you didn't want to lose them, not one of them. Everyone was close to your heart.

The rest of the day, until the night, everyone spent doing whatever they wanted. You just locked yourself in your room thinking of taking a nap, but it never came. You grabbed your phone and started browsing the internet when you heard the first thunder.

You cover yourself with a duvet, want to hide from the scary sounds and flashes of lightning. However, when you heard another thunder, a sound of fear escaped your lips, you flinched, and a cold shiver ran through your body.

You knew it was going to be a long and rather sleepless night. You got out of bed scared, wrapped yourself in a warm blanket and trudged to the kitchen to drink something warm. To your surprise, Minho was sitting on the couch in the living room watching some romance novel. From the snippet you saw, you deduced that it was 50 Shades of Grey. The boy was fascinated by the movie and didn't seem to notice your presence.

You grabbed a bottle of milk from the fridge and poured yourself a glass, then microwaved it. You liked warm milk that warmed you from the inside out. You took a few sips and wanted to go back to your room, but another thunderbolt struck, lighting up the whole room in white.

You jumped in fright, nearly spilling the rest of the glass on yourself. Your automatic reaction was to run to the first person you saw, and that person was Minho. You jumped on his lap and snuggled tightly into his neck. The boy was obviously surprised by your behavior. He wrapped his arms around you, rubbing your back calmly.

The warmth of his body enveloped you all over, and the steady beating of his heart soothed your uneasiness. You were grateful to him that he didn't reject you. After all, until recently, your relationship was very strained.

“What's going on Y/n? It's just a storm." He chuckled softly, pausing the movie he was watching.

You nodded without saying anything and gripped the material of the boy's shirt tighter. You acted like a little kitten that snuggles up to its owner, demanding caresses. You stayed like that for a few moments before you pulled away slightly.

"Can I sit and watch with you?" You asked timidly, getting off his lap and sitting next to him.

Minho agreed and turned the movie back on. Not paying much attention to you, he went back to watching. The light from the TV illuminated his features, and instead of focusing on the movie, you watched the boy.

However, with another thunder, you snuggled into him again and heard his quiet laugh above your ear, but the boy didn't say anything, just put his arm around you and continued watching.

A warm feeling of peace and security went through your body. Only then could you fully enjoy the movie, not paying attention to the storm outside the window. You both watched the movie with great curiosity when during the sex scene you felt heat start to build up in your core.

You put your hands between your squeezed legs and rubbed them together to get rid of the heat. You surreptitiously looked at Lino to make sure if he noticed. You secretly hoped that the boy was so engrossed in the plot that he did not pay attention to you..

You went back to watching the movie and were focused on it until the next sex scene. Then you looked at the boy again, your gaze lingered on him for a longer time.

His beautiful features illuminated by the red light coming from the TV delighted you. Only now did you notice how beautiful his eyes look, emphasized by long, lush eyelashes. His beautiful straight nose and stunning full lips. Everything about him was out of this world. It's as if he was created to devour everyone with his appearance.

You were definitely attracted to Minho, and you had no need to lie to yourself. You don't know when but you fall for him. You stared at him for a good 10 minutes, never taking your eyes off him. He must have sensed it because he turned his head towards you.

Your faces were inches apart and you stared deep into his eyes. The two of you didn't say anything, and the silence between you, punctuated by the sounds from the movie, made the atmosphere tense. You kept your eyes on his gorgeous face, lingering on his lips from time to time. You saw that Minho was surprised by your behavior, but you couldn't help but admire him. You don't know if it's because of the movie, or the storm, or maybe the feeling that accompanied you every time you saw him, but you had an irresistible urge to kiss him.

You lingered your gaze on his lips, which seemed to be screaming for you to taste them. They felt soft and smooth and felt like the forbidden fruit you craved so much. Staring at him intently, your heart sped up and you bit your lip, which made the boy's face look surprised.

Unable to hold back any longer, you moved closer to him and without thinking, your lips met in a kiss. You felt like a lot of fireworks went off inside you, igniting you from the inside out. Time has stopped for you and you don't know how many seconds or maybe minutes have passed since you connected your lips.

Only after a moment did you realize what you had just done and quickly pulled away from the boy. You saw how surprised the boy was. His eyes were fully open and his mouth slightly parted.

“I'm…I'm sorry…” You stuttered in surprise as you touched your lips. You were so stupid. You acted very selfishly, now you will probably lose one of the people you care about the most. "I really don't know what..." But you didn't finish.

“Oh shut up. You don't know how long I've been waiting for this." You were interrupted by the boy, grabbing you by the neck and pulling you back to him.

He pressed your lips together again, this time in a very passionate kiss. You could feel the amount of lust and desire that you both had for each other. It's like you've been waiting for this for decades.

You sat astride his lap, not taking your lips off of him. And that's when you already knew what feeling it was every time you were together. You wanted him very much, just as much as he wanted you.

Minho crept his tongue into your slightly parted lips. You fought for dominance for a while, but it didn't take long for you to realize that you had no chance against him. It actually suited you how desperately you both wanted each other and acted like there was no tomorrow.

He placed one hand on your neck, pulling you closer to deepen the kiss. You felt fulfilled even though you knew it was only the beginning of the fun. You didn't give a shit if anyone saw you, for you right now there was nothing but you and Minho.

His hands began to move lower and lower, stopping on your buttocks. You had the impression that Minho's kisses couldn't get any more passionate, and yet the boy continued to surprise you. You don't know exactly why, but you've never felt so good when someone kissed you before. You thought kisses would always be the same for you, but these seemed so much better than anything you'd experienced before.

You felt so good when the boy kneaded your buttocks in his hands, and with every slap you got from him, a charming, silent moan of pleasure came out of your mouth. Your core started to heat up and your thoughts turned to very sexual and naughty directions.

As you felt a mound form in his pants, the corners of your mouth turned up. You wrapped your arms around his neck and began to move your hips, irritating his slightly hard cock.

Rubbing against him was driving you crazy, and your thoughts were getting more and more confused. You threw your head back, breaking away from the boy's mouth, which quickly found its way to your neck, finally taking care of your sensitive skin.

Your movements became more and more sloppy, you couldn't concentrate to control your body, which was seething with desire and excitement. Taking advantage of the boy's moment of inattention, you grabbed his shirt and pulled it up, leaving him topless.

You'd seen him shirtless a few times before, but the sight still made your heart beat faster. You placed your hands on his torso and carefully examined every inch. You reveled in the beauty of his body, his perfectly sculpted belly, his well defined chest, even the scar he had on his belly made you melt.

When you brushed his body with your fingers, the boy's eyes were fixed on you, and there was nothing but desire in his eyes. He was craving for you and could barely keep from ripping off your clothes.

With another movement of your hips and another bite of your lip, the thin wall that held Lino back cracked. Minho grabbed your breasts in both hands and played with you with fluid movements.

A melody composed of various sounds of pleasure flowed from your lips, which tickled the boy's ears. You completely forgot about the storm, even though the thunderbolts were still pounding, illuminating the room from time to time.

You quickly took off your hoodie, revealing your beautifully exposed breasts in a black bra. The bra wrapped around your tits perfectly, giving them the perfect shape, and you knew it.

Without stopping to move your hips, feeling the already well-defined mound under you, you directed the boy's hands to your breasts. Minho grabbed it and immediately went into action. He kneaded, massaged, caressed your breasts through the thin fabric that exposed your painfully erect nipples.

“Fuck. I can't hold back any longer." He growled, unhooking your bra with one hand.

With sensual, slow movements, he slid the straps off your shoulders, letting your bra slide down, revealing your naked body. Cold air enveloped your skin, making you forget where you are.

Minho grabbed your bra and tossed it somewhere on the ground, next to his shirt, then grabbed your entire breasts in his hands. You were getting more and more aroused by his movements, every action of his gave you pleasure. Even the way he breathed, letting air out on your skin every now and then.

The first droplets of sweat started to form on your forehead, which you also noticed on Minho. However, you weren't hot or tired, it was the warmth of your bodies that made you sweat.

Lee Know leaned in slightly, cupping one of your swollen nipples in his mouth. Stars flashed before your eyes and you arched your back, giving him better access to you. Your hands on his knees, helped you not to fall, because your body slowly refused to obey.

Minho's breathing was getting heavy and uneven, you knew full well he was just as excited as you were so you pressed harder on him trying to drive him crazy like he was driving you with his tongue.

His tongue swirled around your nipples, leaving a wet trail behind him. His fingers efficiently provided you with new sensations, weaving between your breasts. and the buttocks. You were getting wet, very wet. With every movement of your hips, you felt exactly how wet you were down there.

Minho stopped sucking your nipples, which was met with a growl of displeasure, but his lips soon found their way to yours. Your breaths merged into one again, and your tongues danced in a beautiful and passionate dance.

Lino grabbed your buttocks, letting you know that you are changing the place of your fun today. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing your breasts to his bare chest. He lifted you up easily, allowing you to wrap your legs around his waist. Minho held you tight making sure you wouldn't fall off and without breaking your kiss you made your way to Minho's room.

He opened the door and slowly placed you on the bed. Your body relaxed as it touched the soft fabric of the quilt. Minho kissed your neck, collarbones, breasts, belly, giving each part of your body the right amount of time. A feeling of pleasure spread throughout your body.

You bit your lip, trying to stifle the moans that desperately wanted to escape your mouth. Your eyes closed tightly, rolling back. You enjoyed it very much. You might even say too much.

However, after a while the wonderful kisses stopped and you didn't feel the boy above you anymore, so you opened your eyes slightly. You looked around the room for him. The decor in the room was modern and the furniture was in dark colors. There wasn't much in the room, just a bed, nightstands, a desk with a computer on it, and a couple of huge wardrobes. The room exuded mystery and you loved it.

Minho was standing by the wardrobe looking for something. He finally took out a black, silk tie and returned to you again.

"Give me your hands." He commanded you in his low, intriguing voice as he sat next to you.

Curious at the sudden request, you did as he asked. You were so excited and attracted to him that you were ready to do anything. Lino grabbed your wrists and pinned them together, then wrapped the tie tightly around them so you couldn't move your hands.

A moment later he was towering over you again, keeping your hands on your head. He had complete control over you, and you loved it. Dominant Minho is a completely different dimension of pleasure.

He went back to kissing you, one hand still holding your wrists above your head and the other slowly starting to slide down. He stopped on the inside of your thigh, right where your shorts ended.

His hand traveled all over your thigh, occasionally hooking his finger on your pussy. Your juices have already soaked through your panties, and soon they will also wet your shorts. Unable to hold back any longer, Minho placed his hand on your crotch and began pressing his thumb against your already sensitive clit.

There were no more thoughts in your head except lust. You wanted him more than anyone before. You wanted him to fill you up, fuck you all night, and make you feel like you'd never been before.

"You're so wet for me and I haven't started having fun with you yet." He smirked as he ran his fingers all over your cunt.

His fingers, despite the material that separated him from you, sank between your folds. You wiggled your hips, demanding that he finally satisfy you and not torment you any longer. You wanted to feel his fingers inside you, his nimble fingers deep inside your pussy.

“Minho…please…” It was all you could say, your head no longer thinking normally.

The boy understood what you meant and in one quick move he took off your shorts along with your panties. For the first time you were lying in front of one of the boys, all naked, unable to cover yourself with anything.

He licked his finger seductively and in one fluid motion, he slid it inside you. Even though his fingers weren't as long as Hyunjin's or IN's, stars appeared in front of your eyes anyway.

You clenched your fists tighter as he began to move his hand. You were showered with kisses all the time. Some were longer than others, some more passionate, and others decidedly more aggressive. You saw that lots of new love bites will appear on your body.

Finally Minho added a second finger, scissoring you. He wanted to make sure he prepared you well for the rest of the fun. A huge knot began to tighten in your lower abdomen, which only needed a moment and a few perfectly placed strokes to unravel.

You felt that you were close and wanted to feel his member inside you. You wanted him to make your body feel light, without any worries.

“Minho…put it in…please.” You begged, unable to bear the lust any longer.

“Are you sure? Once we start, I might not be able to stop.” Minho said, leaning over you.

You nodded and wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him to you. You placed one last passionate kiss on his lips before he pulled away and took off his pants and boxers.

You tilted your head slightly to look at him fully. The boy seemed to look like a Greek god. The perfect body, combined with the perfect face, created a coherent whole that you couldn't resist. 

The atmosphere between you was boiling with the heat your bodies were producing, with the lust that enveloped the two of you. The boy leaned over you, directing his dick to your pussy. His penis was much bigger than you thought, you thought he was the biggest of the boys.

Before entering you, he ran his entire length between your folds several times, additionally wetting him. He placed one last kiss on your swollen lips and slid inside you.

His member hit your sensitive spot perfectly, and a loud moan of pleasure escaped your lips. Unable to dig your fingers into his skin, you writhed beneath him, wanting more. Minho lifted your leg and placed it over his shoulder so he could go deeper into you.

You felt like his member was tearing you apart, but you liked it, no, you loved it. The boy's sweaty body glistening above you as he moved inside you, looking deep into your eyes, made you want him even more.

This look screamed "I want you, I need you", but it was also full of concern and admiration for you.

"Y/n, you're so tight." He whispered in your ear, speeding up his movements, which were no longer so neat and tidy. They were getting messier and messier now, but they didn't lose any speed.

The moans that escaped your mouth got louder and louder. You were getting closer to reaching your goal. You put your other leg on the shoulder of the boy who understood your silent desire and thrust himself even harder into you. The boy penetrated you with his entire length, perfectly hitting your sweet spot, which you didn't know about until recently.

Your body began to warm up from the inside out and the knot in your stomach was about to unravel. The walls of your cunt began to narrow, tightening slightly on the boy's penis. It made him growl softly, but perfectly audible to you.

You arched your back craving more sensations, more Minho, you wanted more of him. Your breathing quickened and you clenched your fists tighter again, digging your nails into your palms. It only took a few more of the boy's strong moves and you came screaming his name.

A burst of pleasure waves quickly filled your entire body. You were shaking uncontrollably under him. Your eyes were tightly closed and your lips were bitten hard, turning from pink to pale white.

“Ugh Y/n you're clenching on me. I can't stand it for long. Can I cum in you?" He asked, speeding up his movements.

You nodded, still having your orgasm. This information was enough for the boy and after a few strong movements you felt the warm liquid fill you from the inside. An unexpected moan escaped your lips. You've never achieved this state before, with anyone before. You had to admit that you enjoyed it and wished you could reach that state more often.

Minho's cock throbbed inside you, shooting more and more cum as he continued to pound into you. It took a while for both of you to finish your orgasms. Your breathing was heavy and unstable. You were exhausted but very satisfied.

He slowly pulled out of you and kissed you tenderly on the lips.

“You're gorgeous Y/n, you know? I wanted you so much. Will you stay with me tonight?" He asked, brushing a strand of hair from your wet forehead.

You were surprised by the questions. You didn't expect that from Minho at all. For a moment you didn't know what to say and your eyes wandered around the room, searching for an answer. However, after a while, when you calmed down a bit, you smiled at him and agreed to his proposal.

Satisfied with your answer, he quickly untied you and helped you get yourself together. You made your way to the bathroom to take a quick shower and walked back to his room. Minho showed you to the bed and kissed your forehead as he went to take a shower as well.

You sat there waiting for him, looking around the room. Only now could you fully admire how nicely decorated this room was. This boy really surprised you more and more.

It didn't take long for Minho to reappear at the door. He immediately walked over to you and hugged you tightly. You both got under the covers and made yourself comfortable. As the emotions subsided, you became aware of what was happening around you again.

You heard another lightning strike and you shuddered in fear. Lino chuckled and pulled you closer to him. You were now spooning, Minho's hand was under your head and the other was hugging you tightly.

"I'm with you and I'll never leave you again, Y/n." He whispered, stroking your hand to calm you down.

The boy's caring words and his warm body soothed you. You snuggled closer to him and closed your eyes. You became more and more sleepy until you finally drifted off to dreamland.

<;- Part 15 | Part 17 ->

[mcnotok]

okay so i live in a place where it's cold very like 80% of the year, including now and because it was really freakin cold today, it got me thinking about how the climates of undertale really work and that in turn got me thinking about how the bad sans gang™ would react to the cold.

so like first off, do monsters even react to the temperature changing. i mean undyne overheats in her armour when you enter hotland so presumably she does react to changes in her surrounding temperatures. but undyne isn't made entirely out of magic and bones and she likely is a little bit more human than other monsters since a really popular theory about her eye is that she got injected with determination.

but sans and papyrus are skeletons and live in snowdin and that place is constantly covered in snow. (side note: HOW THE FUCK IS THERE SNOW UNDER THE MOUNTAIN. like it could be magic but that's just weird especially considering the fact that waterfall which is right next to snowdin is a marshy grassland which if you know anything about that type of environment you know that snow doesn't really work, okay rant over back to the skeletons).

i've seen a few pieces of art and fanfiction that basically make it so the skeletons react to the cold like a human would; frostbite, hypothermia, ect... but thought is always like would they react that way. most versions of sans are wearing hoodies and shorts and slippers out in the cold and they seem just fine.

cross is wearing like sixty different layers but it's made pretty clear that his outfit is supposed to be a really embellished royal guard uniform so jury's out on him actually being hot underneath all the fluff.

my conclusion is that skeleton monsters are pretty resilient to the cold in general and that it takes a lot to get any of them uncomfortable when it comes to the weather.

so onto the headcanons.

i think that horror, killer, and dust would react to the cold in a similar way because they all lived in snowdin for most of their lives prior to getting hired/adopted into nightmares gang. i think all three of them would really enjoy the snow and the cold in general

horror would be a little more adverse to it because of the hole in his skull and getting water out of there seems kinda annoying to deal with. killer starts a snowball fight and immediately gets his ass handed to him by everyone else. dust just would sorta starfish into the snow and stay there for the whole day. he's like those huskies who just stay outside for as long as possible and when someone drags him back inside he's just laying on his back, covered in snow.

cross is interesting because he also technically grew up in snowdin but most of the universes that x-gaster put him into were on the surface and along with his fluffy coat and scarf i think he's less hyped about the cold. like with all the layers he'll be fine but if you take that from him and he's just outside with a turtleneck and shorts, he'll be shivering after like 15 minutes.

nightmare hates the cold. i've seen a few headcanons that involve his slime/sludge freezing and i think that's really fucking cool. nightmare would rather eat like (idk what nightmare doesn't like to eat but assume something icky) than go outside. if it's under like 35 degrees he's just going to stay inside. he also fucking hates the snow with a burning passion because if it melts on him it'll hurt (i'm actually not sure if the whole, nightmare is hurt by water thing is canon to dreamtale lore, but i think it's cool so i'm sticking with it)

anyways sorry for the long ask, but i got thinking a bit too hard and your blog is probably the thing that got me back into utmv

anyways i hope you have a lovely day!!

I hope this is how you pictured it :)

Ice/slushie consistency when cold nm my beloved

[jelliefishhhh]

hey i think you should. share some ninjago agere hcs. like yk it would be neat!!

Ooooh

I think that most if not all of the Ninja are probably regressors.

I think that Kai, and Zane are probably flip's, regressor leaning

Jay and Nya are flips's caregiver leaning

Cole and Lloyd are mainly caregivers but will regress sometimes

Also I feel like Lloyd would totally hide his regression a lot more post-season 7 because he has to be the team leader now and doesn't feel like he's allowed to regress :( (But he is and the other Ninja help him feel comfortable with himself as much as they can)

Now for more organised ramblings

Kai:

When he regresses, he's very clingy, but at the same time, he doesn't like to be treated as helpless

He's more likely to take charge when little. He'll try to do everything himself. For example, Trying to shove his way past Zane to do the cooking, even if it is something he's completely unskilled at cooking

He uses his powers a lot more mainly because he has very little control over them, meaning with the last example if he is trying to help with cooking, it is very likely for the kitchen to just end up in flames.

He would spend most of his time with Nya because she's most familiar to him, not to say he wouldn't spend time with anyone else.

He can commonly be seen asking Cole for uppies, or piggyback rides

He may look like an endless ball of energy but once he burns out he basically cuddles up and sleeps like a cat

Can be very grumpy

He also gets overwhelmed very easily, even more so than when he's big so loud sounds or bad textures may very quickly lead to a meltdown

Zane can help with that though, his ice somehow always seems to calm him down

Jay:

Jay is constantly off the wall when regressed

Do not give him candy because if you do he will never sit still again

He's still very into his tinkering but to make sure he doesn't hurt himself he's mainly given more of those kids toys to take apart instead

Loves playing with those boxes where you put shapes into the holes

As a caregiver as much as Jay loves to look after other people he very much struggles with it

He finds it easier to caregiver for Zane or Nya (Sometimes) as they are more so at a pace he can manage

But with him zooming around constantly he surprisingly doesn't mesh well with littles who do act like him

He likes alphabet soup, idk why this is just my truth for little Jay

Zane:

Zane will regress more in public than he is comfortable with

You can tell he's regressed because he will become fidgety and more quite than normal

He is perfectly able to do things for himself because he's a robot

But he loves for people to help him doing things it makes him feel so much more loved and little

He loves being picked up and Kai, Nya, and Cole seem to be the only ones capable of doing so (metal is heavy)

He has good control over his powers but that does not mean he does not use it to get up to mischef

Nya:

She is the kind of little who does not have a filter on what she says and it makes for hilarious conversations with her caregivers.

She's very picky with her food like her brother and will be vocal about

If she and Kai are regressed at the same time they will destroy the area

Nya is very good at roping other people into her shenanigans

Child who bites but it's out of affection

But at the same time if someone upsets someone she cares about she will become absolutely silent to that person and you can just feel her glaring across the room even if you did it by accident

And with the upset person she will do her very best to cheer them up

She likes to chew on things and it helps her calm

Cole:

You will barely ever see him regress but when he does he is sooooo eepy

The eepiest guy ever

He will just lie on you and then you will never be able to get up again

Crushed

But he is warm like a hot water bottle

Lloyd:

He likes to hide away when he regresses, and seeing his door locked is an immediate tell.

He loves candy but unlike Jay it won't make him jump of the wall

He likes blankets, not for there intended purpose but he tends to throw them around a lot

[lunastarnight]

Another small writing thing. This one's mostly about Den, and got inspired by the first/second chapter of 'Iris Japonica' by @turkeyinnovember over on AO3. (Once again, sorry for any mistakes, tips/criticism are appreciated)

Honestly? This felt fucking weird.

Den hadn't quite gotten used to this whole thing, how were you supposed to get used to something like this anyways? Yeah, just casually assended to Godhood, no big deal.

It had honestly even taken time to just adjust to the changes of her own body. She felt taller for some reason, couple inches at least. The sharp teeth had been annoying, Den biting her cheek and tounge accidentally, but now her teeth making them bleed. And those claws had been suprising as well, Den almost scaring herself when those accidentally came out, but now they were quite useful, wether it be cutting stuff up for dinner, putting holes where ever needed, or threatening Ivan on occasion.

The changes in her body had been managable, but her mind...The Souls she had absorbed back at the Tournament were quite talkative, and it was quite hard to concentrate on things like work, when you had hundrets of voices in your head, from god knows where or when, most of which weren't shy about sharing their opinions, and even less about starting fights.

"You're drawing yourself like that?"

"Seriously? This is what you call a job?"

"Might I suggest something more calming?"

"Madam, I'm sure your husband will provide, there's no need for you to work."

Den sighed in annoyance, rubbing her temples as if the pressure could make the voices go away. "Can you shut up? Yes, I'm drawing myself like this, yes this is my job, I would be calm if you were quiet, and my husband is already working, just like me. So, whoever you guys are, fuck off!"

Den had never bothered to learn their names. Why should she? There were too many anyways, and it wasn't like she liked them. She knew some names, one of the guys constantly telling her to "settle down", "let the husband do the work" and "go look after your children" (even though she didn't have any besides her dog) was named James, or something like that. There was a shrill one ironically named Karen, some guy sounding like he'd belong in a Skate Park with a B name, and a suprisingly young child who Den was pretty sure was named Tom. He was one of her favourites, suprisingly optimistic, even if his constant demand for sugar could get excausting.

Later, when she tried to make dinner, things didn't get any better.

"How about a nice, hot soup?"

"Ice Cream! Ice Cream!"

"Let's just get takeout, way less work"

Den slammed her hand down on the counter. "I'm the one that actually needs to eat, I'm making Pasta, and that's final!"

Christian, having heard the commotion, came into the kitchen, standing in the doorway with a mixture of confusion and worry on his face. "Yo, you good in here?"

Den sighed. She didn't know. Her eyes started watering when she admitted to herself what she had been avoiding for the last couple weeks. She didn't know. She honestly had just been feeling more mentally drained every day, always having voices in her head, always breaking up fights, having to listen to complaints...she was loosing it. She was loosing it., and she had no idea what that meant for herself, the others, or the souls. She didn't know anything. Wasn't she a god? Gods were supposed to know this stuff right? They were supposed to know stuff about their powers, weren't they?

She slowly got pulled back from her rabbit hole of endless questions when she felt a hand on her shoulder, Christian now standing next to her, looking at her worriedly.

Without looking up, she spoke, admitting what she never thought she would ever have to say.

"No...I'm not."

[pinkydevil16]

Eric Northman x reader: part 2 18+

Part 1

Eric's hands ran up Y/n's thighs, his lips kissing her inner thigh as he looked up at her, Y/n whining as she felt his teeth scrape along her artery teasingly. 

"Please." Y/n begged, her voice light and feathery as she keened into him, his hands gripping at the plush flesh of her thighs with a dark look in his eyes, a hunger. Eric smirked as he licked a stripe over her clothed cunt, Y/n whining in response as she tried to roll her hips into his mouth, his hand coming down harshly to hold her hips still with a warning glare.

"Don't be a brat." His voice deep as he ran his thumb under her underwear, slowly making circles on her aching clit as she moaned, his mouth returning to her inner thigh as he sunk his fangs into her soft pillowy skin. Eric moaning pornagraphically as the sweet blood filled his mouth, Y/n feeling tingles spread through out her body before rushing straight to her clit as she squirmed cumming instantly at the sensation. 

Y/n sat up in bed, her body covered in sweat as she stared wide eyes at the opposing wall, her hands pushing back her hair as she tried to catch her breath. It was the third dream this week where she's woken up on the verge of an orgasm and very ready to jump Eric for simply existing, throwing the covers off herself she stumbled to the bathroom and climbed into the shower. The cold water giving her instant reprieve as she tried to clear her head but all she could see was his face between her thighs, his hands on her and his tongue- shaking her head she turned the water been cooler wanting to be frozen. She felt like her body was boiling even though the water pounded onto her back in an ice cold jet, her body still tingling from the dream as she threw her hair back with a groan. She knew what this meant, she'd seen the changes and now the dreams, three long dreams, sleepless nights and constantly being horny was not a good combination. 

"Hey Y/n, you okay to stay on until close tonight, family emergency?" Arlene smiled widely at her, Y/n felt terrible, she'd spent all night trying to get herself off just so she could concentrate and nothing had worked, she refused to think of Eric because she knew that would work. She cursed vampire blood with her whole being, Sookie had called in sick so she'd had to come in for an early and now Arlene was asking her to stay until 11pm, nodding she tried to smile back but even that seemed exhausting. 

"Yeah, get home to the kids." Arlene gave her a quick hug, the contact making her jump as she woke up more, she wanted to curl into a ball and die at the fact even the hug made her horny. She didn't remember drinking Eric's blood but she knew she must have, enough that she was now a walking hole wanting to be plowed, she hated it so much. 

"Your skin looks amazing by the way, you need to lend me your creams." Y/n gave Arlene a wide smile mumbling that she would before turning back and grabbing her apron, she felt like she should have dark purple circles under her arms and blood shot eyes with lifeless hair due to the lack of sleep, instead she had a natural glow and her circles were gone completely. Running her hand through her hair she grabbed a hair band, tying it out the way as she felt it bounce with a volume only 80's actresses should have, she felt like a whole new woman and she was sure her breasts had gotten bigger. Y/n served a few more tables, each time trying not to seem so on edge as she spotted different men each barely similar to Eric but even the idea of him being so close made her clench around nothing and pray to the gods it wasn't him because she didn't think she could handle seeing him. 

Y/n sat on the bar stool, the last patrons had just stumbled out and her body had calmed down but now all she felt was rage, she could still feel the blood in her system but she wasn't ready to jump anyone now. Waiting for Sam she grabbed her bag, her keys tight in her hand as she simmered in her rage, staring at the clock as she tapped her foot at Sam. The older man's eyes widening as he rushed to lock up and give her the tips she'd earnt, Y/n nodding to him before storming to her car, Sam barely able to turn around before she was reversing out the car park and slamming her car into first to make her way to Newport. Sam blinked before walking to his trailer, he would ask her about it when she was next in but for now he was content with dropping onto his bed and sleeping for 7 hours. 

Y/n slammed her door closed, the car barely parked as she walked towards the door of Fangtasia, Pam giving her a toothy grin as she opened the door admiring Y/n's work uniform as she looked at her.

"Hey Pam, you look gorgeous as always, quick question you're not attached to Eric right? Because i am going to beat him to death." Pam let out a seductive laugh as she pushed the door wider letting the angry girl through, her hands pushing patrons as she made her way to the stage where Eric lounged with a wide grin on his face.

"Office. Now." Y/n seethed, pointing at the office with one hand whilst the other angrily sat on her hip, Eric's eyes lazily taking in Y/n's tight white top and jean shorts before standing, his hand extended for Y/n to lead the way. His eyes running down her body as she angrily turned stomping into the office, the crowd parting for Eric as he smirked at Y/n the whole time, opening the door for her which he received an annoyed noise back. Eric flopped into his chair, the desk in front of him as Y/n glared at him her chest moving up and down as she tried to gather her anger. Her hands slammed onto the table as she leaned over, his face in a smirk as he looked her over, reaching over she grasped his shirt pulling him to the edge of the desk.

"You, when did you even do it huh? I have had enough of being horny! Everywhere i look, everytime i close my eyes, i am horny and i am so sick of it. I want to sleep without you being in my damn dreams." Y/n seethed, Eric pulling her hands off him as he leant back with a cocky grin, Y/n cocking an eyebrow at him as he took a fake breath in.

"Well that's one way to say you want to fuck me Y/n, you could have just asked politely, i can't help it if you want me that badly." Y/n dropped her head and hit her fist onto the desk before pushing off and pacing for a moment, Eric grinning as he watched her well aware of every emotion she was feeling including the arousal practically dripping off her. Y/n let out a sigh before turning back to him.

"Admit you gave me your blood, i am having dreams, my skin is glowing, my hair is unnaturally bouncey and my fucking tits have gone up a size. When did you do it you slippery bastard?" Eric's eyes instantly dropped to her chest, his head tilting slightly as he stared at her before crossing his arms with a serious look.

"I have no idea what you're talking about, if you're so horny you're imagining things i'm more than happy to help." Y/n's eye twitched for a moment as she stared at him, she could see the devious glint in his eyes, the way his mouth slightly curved and his whole body tried to hide the truth. 

"I wouldn't sleep with you if we were the last people on earth and god had a gun to my head." Y/n spun on her heels, slamming the door open and storming out the office into the crowd as Eric laughed, he could feel how much his words had affected her, he could feed off her lust if he really wanted to. Y/n slammed a 20 on the bar, she wanted to go home so badly but she knew she'd end up with cramped fingers and almost ready to beg Eric to just put her out her misery if she did, instead she ordered 2 vodka shots and took them so quick she barely registered the taste. Pam grinned as she leaned against the bar, her black nails running along Y/n's arm as she nodded at the new hire to bring Y/n whatever she wanted, she enjoyed the human and how she kept Eric on his toes but never asked for anything unlike Sookie who seemed to be a constant thorn in their sides.

"I seriously hate him Pam, also stop that you know exactly what it's doing." Pam gave her a fang filled grin as she inhaled loudly to make a point, her hand grabbing another shot to place in Y/n's hand which she took quickly.

"I think even human's can smell you right now." Y/n dropped her head to the bar, the sticky drinks making her want to gag as she quickly lifted it and wiped her forehead, another shot placed in front of her by Pam which she smiled as she took. Wincing as her throat burnt, she could feel the familiar haze begin to buzz in her head, her toes feeling lighter and shoulder no longer carrying the weight of the day as she leaned against the bar to look at Pam. 

"When did he do it?" Y/n asked, Pam humming as she handed her two more shots, Y/n pulling a face but she knew Pam would never tell her unless she drank them, shooting them quickly she almost gagged at the taste.

"That wasn't vodka." Y/n wheezed as Pam handed her a third, Y/n putting it down with a finger up to her asking for a moment.

"You were half asleep and covered in bites from another vampire, i would have done worse if i had a human in that position." Y/n rolled her eyes downing the shot as she shook her head at the bartender begging them to stop pouring her shots but Pam smirked and handed her another.

"You want information, you drink." Y/n gave her pleading eyes but she knew she had to do what she said, Pam liked watching people suffer.

"I am not his human, also i don't want to know what you'd do because it'll probably make me cum in my shorts." Y/n's words slurred slightly as she shifted feeling the ache return as she imagined how Pam would have claimed her human, except Pam soon turned into Eric and the human turned into Y/n being bent over the throne and tongue fucked. 

"I think you're not too far off doing that anyway." Y/n slapped herself lightly, looking at Pam's devious smirk before she followed her eyes to where Eric sat on the throne grinning at the pair, Y/n giving him a mocking smile and swearing at him. Turning back to Pam she groaned pushing her hair out her face, she needed to not see his face or she'd be sat on it.

"How much longer do you think he'll wait? He'll get bored eventually and you'll be sat here drinking wishing you were the human he's fucking in the basement." Y/n visibly cringed at Pam's words, another shot placed infront of her which she hesitantly took, she knew when she stood she'd be on the floor but that was future Y/n's problem. 

"Good luck to them, i hope they can deal with the harassment." Y/n mumbled, almost crying as Pam placed a shot against her lips and tipped her head back, one manicured hand holding Y/n's jaw as she forced her to drink. Y/n's eyes closed as she drank, the way Pam held her, the dominance sent a shock through her body that made her whine into the shot glass, her eyes shooting open as she stared at Pam's grin. Pushing the glass away from her lips Y/n forced herself to stand, catching herself on the bar as her legs wobbled.

"Fuck, okay i can do this. You, stop making it worse." Y/n pointed at Pam as she raised her hands in mock surrender before walking away, Y/n letting out a breath as she collected herself, her head fuzzy as she closed her eyes for a moment. Swaying she almost tumbled over but caught herself, forcing her eyes open as she let out a yelp seeing Eric smirking down at her. 

"Nope." Y/n said quickly turning as she tried to walk away, stumbling over her own feet as she did, her hands grabbing the bar stool to stabilise herself, she could feel Eric watching. Moving her hand to her shorts she pulled out more of her tips, waving it at Eric as she refused to look at it.

"I'm insulted you think i only cost $50" Y/n groaned loudly wanting to hit her head on the bar as she snapped her eyes to him with a glare.

"Call me a taxi dick." Eric gave her a devious grin as he pulled her arm to twist her back to him, her body falling into his as she felt the room spin, his hand coming to hold her face as she closed her eyes to stop from vomiting. 

"You can sleep here." Y/n opened her eyes purely to roll them, her entire body tingling as Eric held her against him, resisting the urge to rub her thighs together.

"Why so you can seduce me and drain me? Tough chance buddy, this human is going home to use her vibrator." Eric inhaled as she spoke, his eyes dilating as he imagined her on the bed, legs wide and fingers working on her dripping cunt, he could feel how aroused she was. Any other emotion drowned out by her desperate need for it, his blood had worked perfectly on her.

"My blood only amplifies feelings that are already there, you've thought of me before otherwise you wouldn't be dripping right now." Y/n closed her eyes, lightly hitting his chest as she leaned her forehead against his chest. 

"Promise me you won't do anything?" Y/n looked at him with wide eyes, a small smile on his face as he nodded leaning down go graze his lips over hers.

"I won't do anything unless you beg me to." Y/n let out a small whimper and Eric felt his entire body shift at the noise, he wanted so badly to hear it again but he knew his teasing was already bad enough for her. Y/n nodded feeling the room spin as Eric ran them to the sleep area, two coffins, both large enough for atleast 3 people, a black and purple one and a plain black one. Eric helped Y/n climb into his coffin, plus pillows and a duvet covering the bottom as she flopped into it, she looked tiny compared go the large coffin as she curled into herself inhaling his scent. Eric climbed in a moment later, his large body covering Y/n's as she visibly shivered at the contact, biting her lip to stop the whine that threatened to escape, going to give him a piece of her mind but Eric was quicker.

"Shush it will help. Go to sleep." Y/n nodded, trying to settle but every movement she made was torture, she could feel him against her, she wanted to open her legs and let him in. Y/n shook her head pushing it into the pillow, reminding herself she was drunk and drugged on his blood, it wasn't a real attraction. It was all the blood. 

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[awmancreeper]

ミ★Just Say You Love me </3 . 39 - peachy.rei

--★ Kai’s friends roast him for not being in a relationship since he was 12. While Y/n tries to avoid getting into a relationship every week. One day Kai spots a familiar girl hiding in a tree finding out she was hiding from her 2nd confession that week. After hearing the university’s IT girl struggles Hyuka comes up with a plan.

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Yeji's leg bounced up and down rapidly as she suffocated from the thick air. Even after breaking the ice by asking for water, something still felt off. You sat on the complete other side of the couch making this interaction 10x more awkward.

Why was it so awkward? It’s not like you and Yeji hadn’t gotten into arguments before I mean you have been best friends for years. But this time everything felt different.

It was you

You were cold, uninterested, constantly looking back at your room door wanting Yeji to leave so you can get back into your hole. Yeji had never seen this side of you because she’d be the one to always pull you out before it got too bad.

“So um how you been?” She asked but your empty eyes just glanced at her before returning back to the door. This caused a chill to run through her body “I um heard what happened”

‘Everyone knew?’ You question feeling the shadows get colder. You sunk into your body wanting to disappear.

“NOT because it going around! I just was told about it by someone I know” Yeji clarified but still someone knew. Someone knew you had nothing.

“I’m sorry y/n!” Yeji bowed, and you can hear her begin to cry. “I’m such a shitty friend! I don’t even know why I did that!” She cried

“Yeonjun been telling me, you’re better off without me but I NEED YOU!, you’re my love, my wife, please don’t leave me, without you I’m nothing!” Yeji fell to her knees

Your heart ran

Kai slowly fell to the floor “Y/n please don’t do this to me,” his tears landed on the wood floors “Tell me you love me!” He cried “Please!”

“Please! You don’t have to forgive me, in fact, you can’t kick me out right now and never look or talk to me again!

But please don’t because I don’t wanna lose you!” She cried, nails clinging to the rug.

Yeji was torn up, her red hair look like it hadn’t been brushed in days and her clothes were filled with food stains.

“Y/n you’ve been my best friend since we were 7-“

“Stop crying” you bluntly told her

“I’m trying!” She yelled wiping her eyes but the waterworks didn’t stop “I just- *hiccup* really miss you!”

“I know you’ve told me”

Your words were so cold and distant. Yeji felt like this was gonna be your last interaction “I’m sorry”

She squeezed her eyes shut, wanting to never open them again ‘I’m a piece of shit’ she said over and other again in her head. If she could redo that night she would, and never would’ve left your side.

Yeonjun and Niki have been telling her that. Y/n lives in her shadow and they might be right. Why hasn’t Yeji ever seen it in that way? I mean

She has always been someone that could easily talk to anyone. That’s why you were so drawn to her. But talking to you right now has been the hardest thing she’s ever done.

“It’s okay”

Yeji felt like she could levitate with the immense amount of weight lifted from her chest. “Plus it wasn’t your fault Kai broke up with me” you added

She looked at you with wide (as much as her swollen eyes allowed her to) eyes “H-he broke up with you?” She questioned.

“Yeah, isn’t that what your friend Yuna told you?”

Yeji blinked “Ryujin told me I kissed Wooyoung”

“Huh?”

“I thought I did this to you”

You were baffled, she hadn’t talked to you in weeks because she thought you were falling apart because of her. “Get over yourself” you blurted out

“I mean what you did was shitty and yeah it did hurt me at the time but I’m over it”

Yeji sobbed throwing herself onto your lap. “I thought you hated me” she cried clinging onto your waist as you patted her back awkwardly “I don’t know why I kissed him, I don’t even like him!”

“That’s something you gotta think about” you told her

She cried a bit more as you stroked her hair. “Wait,” Yeji said, “Huening Kai broke up with you?”

[darkdevasofdestruction]

Chapter 3 - Mad Max Combo x 3

Morning came by fast, the Sun was up, and the weather was fine; For once, Billy was awake before noon - And Katrina wasn't. He felt something warm clinging onto him; He looked down, and smirked - He even let out a chuckle. Kat was really behaving like a cat, clinging onto him like that, nestling into his side like that, as if to seek warmth and affection; Her head was resting on his shoulder, her warm breath rhythmically caressing his neck, one arm draped around his torso, and one leg hooked around his thigh - She was practically on top of him, and looking damn comfortable.

Still, one thing piqued his interest - Her long hair cascaded in a wave of fire over the bed, revealing the back of her neck - And a surprising tattoo. It was the number '3'. Did it symbolise anything for her? Miss goody-two-shoes having a tattoo was hilarious to him, especially considering how easily hidden it was. Billy thought people got tattoos to show them off - Her tattoo wouldn't be evident even if she tied her hair up... Maybe.

Sleeping Beauty lay there over him for at least one more hour before her long lashes fluttered open. As soon as she noticed him, she smiled, and cuddled even closer to him. She didn't say anything, except let out a soft meowing sound. Damn, she was cute, the boy thought - But he was getting restless and bored; There was only so long he could stay laying down, doing nothing - And not smoking. All of a sudden, his hand was in her hair and rapidly messing it up.

"Hey - Hey, stop it!" in a split-second she was already sitting, away from him. He kinda missed the feeling of her wrapped around him like that - Though seeing her all messy, the collar of the Tshirt slipping down her shoulder like that, and her pretty, slender legs visible... Lucky he slept in his jeans, otherwise she'd have seen how turn very hard she was making him.

"Couldn't pass the opportunity to torment you a little." he teased her, dragging himself up. "Can I smoke here?"

"No." she deadpanned. "No smoking in my house." she followed with a sorry afterwards.

"No fun." he groaned, hitting the back of his head to the bed rest.

"Sorry, but I can't stand the stench of cigarettes." she said. "Or the taste."

"You didn't seem to complain much last night." he pointed up, all smug and teasing.

"Well, in my defense, the tar was overshadowed by the bitter taste of cheap beer." she shot right back.

"What, Princess Tutti Frutti, you only drink teas and water?" the girl couldn't help but laugh; She hopped off the bed, went to the kitchen and returned with 5 bottles of vodka, making the boy's mouth hang agape - He was even more turned on now.

"I'm half-Russian, Billy. That stereotype is not wrong. Ice cold vodka, like the coldest nights of Siberian tundras." that vixen-like smirk of hers did many, many things to him - None of them innocent. "I mix my vodka with liqueur or fruit juice - Ask Tina's girl groupie, and you'll hear Freaky Kommie Kat became Vodka Queen last night."

"You really shouldn't trust me to spend the night with you again, tootsie." he got off the bed, stepping right behind her, his broad chest pressed against her back; His hand caressed her face, before tilting her head up to look at him. "I don't think I'll be able to hold back next time with how precious you are."

"I'm not worrying." she snarked him back, leaning so she could plant a kiss on the inside of his wrist - Just enough to stun-lock him again. 

A month passed since Tina's Halloween party - Every morning since then, Billy went to pick Kat up from her home to drive her to school; Every second spent around her was a blessing to his damned existence... And every second spent outside of that hell hole, was closer to heaven than he'd ever been. Unfortunately for his mental health and sanity... That ginger parasite was constantly on his back... And even she realised there was something going on between him and Kat, considering she's the only girl she's seen hanging around him lately... Every day, without fail.

"Y'know Mad Max? The movie?" Maxine was in the backseat, her arms hanging over both the driver and the passenger seat, leaning forward to speak to the other red head. Unlike the other girls around Billy, she was actually nice to her.

"Yeah, I've seen it when it came out - The sequel too. It was pretty fun." she hummed amiably; She wasn't that bad - A typically curious middle-school girl. 

"You know - My name's Maxine - But I prefer Max. Everyone calls me Max." she said, a smile on her face. "I go to the arcade very often - I broke all records before I even started school this year." she continued, grinning in triumph. "MADMAX is now the top of every arcade game."

"Woaw, that's very cool, Max! Way to go!" Kat clapped at her.

"Hey now, don't indulge her. It will go to her head." Billy shot Max a warning glare to get back and stop bothering them.

"Oh, don't worry, Billy, it's quite alright - Just a little chit-chat." Kat waved her hand. "I'm still going to cheer on you today at basketball practice."

"Good girl." he grunted under his breath.

"Hey, Kat, you play DnD?" Kat shook her head.

"I don't have friends to play with - But I know the game. Tried to play by myself, but... Kinda lame." she chuckled casually. "I'm an Elf Druid. Healing spec." she grinned, looking back at Max. "I wanna be a doctor."

"Whoa, cool! Druids are, like - The backbone of a party." she was so enthusiastic. "I'm a Tiefling Rogue."

"Uuu, that's awesome, Max!" Billy looked weirdly at the two girls.

"The hell are you talking about?" he muttered, not liking the idea of being left out of a conversation.

"Races and classes of our Dungeons and Dragons characters." Kat explained. "It's a tabletop game played with friends. Usually we create characters that represent us."

"Oh yeah?" he spoke with mock interest. "What about me, then?"

Kat and Max shared a look, and started thinking; For once, Max wasn't afraid of Billy. She liked how mellow he was around Kat - Whatever influence she had on him made her very happy. "I think you'd be a great Bard."

"That's a lame ass name. Don't like it." his bratty attitude made the older girl grin.

"You have charisma, dexterity and strength -- And you can play the guitar, right?" he gave her a questioning look - Not enough. "You, ergh... Can go around and smack people in the head with a lute?"

"That's more like it." his expression turned into a smirk of approval.

"They can also manipulate people - By charming the pants off of them - With very good looks and a pinch of flirting." Max looked at the way Kat was leaning in towards her step-brother; She was teasing him fiercely. "And you can also seduce a door into unlocking itself."

"Ha!" he grabbed her jaw. "Is that how sexy you find me, dollface?" he glanced at her from the corner of his eyes; Too bad he still needed to look at the road ahead.

"It's how the whole population of Hawkins sees you." she chuckled, leaning back on her seat.

"What about the race?" Max asked, gagging at the occasional flirting they were doing. Gross.

"Hmm... Proud, strong, and imposing, with a natural charisma that makes everyone look at him when he enters the room." Kat pondered playfully. "And with quite the intense aura and fiery temper."

"Sounds like a Dragonborn to me." Max grumbled, not happy that her step-brother was was appointed such a badass character.

"So I'm a big ass dragon who fucks doors?" Max and Kat had to fight back their giggles at how funny his conclusion sounded.

"About right." his step-sister teased him - He wouldn't do anything to her with Kat around. 

"If I can seduce a door - Can I do the same to tree-huggers also?" he winked at his pretty girl.

"Maybe after a few songs and further progress into the campaign story." even he understood what she meant; 

Finally, the atrociously long car-drive ended. "Run along, cockroach girl." he waved Max away, watching with annoyance as she skated away. "I'll be seeing you after lunch."

"I'm sure you will - Gotta look at me when you show off." Kat winked and went towards her class.

Three hours went by excruciatingly slow for both Kat and Billy - Was it because they couldn't get enough of each other's presence? Or because the classes were boring as hell? Or, even better - The people around them were all idiots and they got quickly tiresome. They both wanted to get the hell away from Hawkins - That meant, finishing University already. It was not even Winter yet, the was passing by much too slow for their liking. At least occasional dates, working on the project and sport practice kept their mind away from the tragic routine they were stuck into. And dearly wishing for winter break and the ball to come by already - Not only did that mean a shit ton of free time to do whatever they wanted, without the responsibilities of doing homework and what not - It also meant they were almost halfway through this inferno.

As per usual, Kat was outside easing her own lunch, yet Billy hadn't shown up - He said he'd be at the cafeteria with the others, so she wouldn't bother cooking more than needed; She was listening to music on her cassette iPod. Thankfully, an hour went by fast, and she found herself sitting on the bleachers. Billy wasn't there yet, so she did what she knew best - Placed her ankle over her knee and took a book from her bag; Dostoevsky's 'The Idiot', written in its native language. Her mother gave her the book when she was much younger, as a way to help her learn the language. Between learning Russian and Chinese... Having English as the 3rd language wasn't easy. Three different writing styles, three very different languages... But she wouldn't trade it for the world.

"Hey, Black, this ain't the best place for a nerd like you." Harrington's voice came out of nowhere, yelling in her ear - He purposely tried to jump-scare her. It wasn't often he found her all alone, without her stupid bodyguard goon Hargrove. They destroyed his reputation, and his relationship with Nancy Wheeler; He really couldn't stand how, from the most popular guy in Hawkins, he became the laughingstock everywhere he went. "Give that here." he snatched the book from her grasp. "Ah, of course - Freaky Kommie Kat pretends those squiggles are an actual language."

"Give me back my book, Steve." Kat got up to her feet, extending her hand towards the boy. "You're here to play basketball, not to pick on me. Leave me alone."

"Ohhh~!" Steve had a shit-eating grin on his face. "What - You've finally found the guts to speak up? Is it because Hargrove's popped your cherry, and you think you're his one and only?" he laughed in her face. "Dream on, dumbass."

Kat arched a quizzical eyebrow. "I genuinely have no idea what you tried to tell me - But I'm pretty sure you insulted me."

"You need me to translate for you, huh?" he bent to her eye range. "The only reason you have the courage to speak back to me - Is because Hargrove's been fucking - And you think you're special." he leaned back, smirking widely as he saw the darkness in her eyes, and the way her jaw was set; He loved getting a reaction out of her - A unique, special treat.

"Don't project the shitty way you treated Nancy, to the way Billy treats me." Steve never heard her speak so defensively - Cold, steely and harsh, like a deathly blizzard. "Just because you're a jerk who can't accept 'no' for an answer, doesn't mean every boy in the world is like you."

"Whoa, you're defending him - Ha!" he placed his hands on his hips, his smile mocking and patronising. "You're really stupid, aren't you? Falling head over heels for the first guy who gets in your pants. That's low, even for you." he chuckled. "And to think you were Miss Righteous."

"Steve Harrington, give me my book back, or I will --" she had to stop herself from speaking an outright threat - Because she knew she would follow up with an appropriate action. She took a deep breath to calm herself. "Give my book back, Steve."

Harrington grinned, extending his arm up, along with the book. "Reach up and get it." he said, waving the book around. "Reckon I should change your nickname? Freaky Kommie Kat sounds outdated -- Maybe... Kat the Slut? How's that sound? You like to get on your knees for every guy who gives you some attention?"

Were it not for Billy showing up behind Harrington, Kat was sure she'd have jumped on him and ripped him apart; Her left hand was grasping tightly her right wrist, her dominant arm was quivering violently, ready to claw his face out and maul him to death. She wanted to see his blood, to see the life seep from his eyes and destroy that ugly smirk off his face.  How dare he insult her like that? How dare he accuse her of dishonouring her family? The bastard had a death wish, and Kat was ready to be the executioner.

"Hey, lookie here, King Steve!" Billy reached out to retrieve the book. "Too afraid to face me and you prefer harassing a girl? You're such a pussy." Billy's voice echoed from behind Steve. "Why don't cha come on the field and fight someone your size?" he smirked, getting in his face.

"Oh, what a surprise - He's come to defend his little whore - Since when do you care so much about your bitches?" Steve definitely had a death wish. "What's it, Pussy King? Can't get your body count to get past two digits?"

Billy, like Katrina, had to hold themselves back with every bit of self restraint they had; To think his taunts would work on King Billy too - How amusing. "Are you jealous that you can't even score one girl, Harrington?" the Californian looked down at the idiot who dared mess with him like that. He was towering over Steve, his massive stature intimidating him. "Or you're pissed that your ex let everyone know how big of a bullshit excuse of a cunt you are? What, didn't know where to stick it? Or you couldn't even get it up?" Hargrove went in his face. "You a faggot, Harrington? Need a little lesson on how to speak to a girl?"

Steve didn't dare say another word - There was hardly anything he could say. With another shady look addressed to Kat, he side-stepped Hargrove. "See you on the court, loser."

Billy licked his lips - He needed to chain-smoke two packs of cigarettes to calm down a little. He wanted to break Steve's face... But someone else seemed to have lost her touch with reality. Her nails were digging hard into her flesh, fresh scratches forming pink lines up and down her forearm. "Hey, doll, you okay?" he slowly reached out his hand to hers, grasping it away so she'd stop hurting herself. "Pretty cats like you should rip the drapes to shreds, not your own arm."

"Someone's spreading rumours about me and I'm not happy with having my family name tainted with lies and dishonour." she sneered under her breath. "I fear if I hear that dumb fuck speak to me again, I'll bash his skull in."

The ferocity of her threat made the boy let out a shocked laugh of amusement. She was so small and cute that violent threats made her look hilariously adorable. "Don't worry your pretty head over that fuckass." he took out his shirt in front of her, flexing his biceps. "Are you gonna cheer on me, pretty girl?"

Kat looked up at Billy, looking deeply into her eyes; She said nothing at first - The empty coldness of her eyes almost freaked him out - Until she grabbed his face and forced him to her level. "Fuck them up, babe." she whispered into his ear, kissing his cheek, and recovering her book, she plopped down on the bleachers and started reading. "Now go show off so I can have a reason to stop reading."

He scoffed at her - Unbelievable, he couldn't believe what she'd done to him. "How the hell can I focus on the game when you've got me all turned on, huh?" he strutted out of there, and onto the court, seeing her shrug her shoulders innocently, not offering him any more attention.  What a psycho. Getting him all hot and bothered, then letting him cool down all alone.

Well - Time to trample all over Harrington and that baseless audacity of his.  The game soon started, after a much warranted warm-up; The whistle blew and Harrington had the ball, dribbling left and right, until Billy came in front of him, looking intimidating as ever - The game wasn't yet heated up enough to get Kat's attention - But it was good enough for the surfer to start taunting that vermin. He would bump into him hard enough to throw him off his feet - It was a pleasure seeing Harrington take a few tumbles to the ground, easily retrieving the ball from him.

Every time Billy would score, he would turn to wink at Kat - Magically, she seemed to always be looking at him from above her book, he noted. She wasn't really reading - She was admiring in secret. All the more reason to show off.

The whistle blew again, one of the shirtless guys was dribbling the ball and Steve was blocking him, but, of course, since he's the best player in that team, Billy managed to easily secure the ball and dribbled it away from Steve, but then stopped and started taunting Harrington.

"King Steve! King Steve, everyone! I like it, play it tough today." he got closer to his face, annoying Steve. "Jesus! Do you ever stop talking?! Come on!" Steve tried to make Billy shut up, but to no avail. "What? Afraid the coach is gonna bench you now that I am here? Huh?" Billy laughed as easy going as usual, then dribbled and pushed past Steve and stopanotherpoint. "You didn't seem to stop talking to my girl either." Billy looked at Steve, offered to help him get up; He grabbed his hand, squeezing tightly. "If I see you upsetting my girl again, I'll break your legs and make sure you can never walk again." he let him fall harshly to the ground and walked away; His team did the triumphant high-fives and fist-bumps - Then went up to the bleachers. Kat was pretending to ignore him.

"Liked the show, babe?" he asked, his chin up proudly, his hands on his hips, smirking cockily whilst panting to regain his breath.

"Hmm? Sorry? Is that the wind?" she spoke casually, not looking at him - As if the book was more interesting.

"Ahhhh, don't do that to me, doll. You're hurting my feely-willys." his voice was playful and teasing. "C'mon, doll, wasn't I cool? Go on, praise me." 

"Dunno, I didn't watch." she hummed non-chalantly. "Guess you didn't show off enough, hot shot."

"M'kay, sugar, what's about to happen is all on you." swiftly, he plopped next to her and engulfed her in a strong bear hug; She struggled and let out a loud 'EWW GROSS' whine, making him chuckle victoriously. "That's what you get for ignoring me."

"But you're all sweaty and gross!" she continued to whine, flailing around childishly. "Whaaa, my clothes are all wet and stinky. Urghhh. Jerk!" she let out a loud groan. "Fine, fine, you win -- Gimme a break, man!" finally, he let go of her. "Go take a shower."

"Where's your shirt?" the girl asked. "Not that I mind seeing you like this."

With a smirk, Billy got up, helping her rise also. "On the court, apparently." he spotted it. "Ever stepped on the court?"

"Nope." she shook her head, following him. "I'm not a sports girl. I prefer practicing my sword-fighting." he looked at her with an interested look.

"Show off some day, will ya?" he smirked, bending to pick up his shirt and throwing it over his shoulder. "Wanna?"

"Wanna - What? Play basketball?" she looks up at the very high-up scoring ring. "Ergh... I don't think I'm cut up for this."

"C'mon, give it a go. It's fun." Kat rolled her eyes, grabbing a ball.

"I don't find physical effort - Or sweating, for the matter - Fun." she said, trying to slap the ball to dribble it. "It's pretty damn heavy - And big. How the hell do you manage this thing?"

"Remember how I picked you up and walked you around?" he looked smugly at her. "That's ten times easier than a dribble and a ring toss."

"Alright, alright - You're strong and sexy - I know." she looked up, biting her lip realising how very high the ring was. With some difficulty, she threw the ball with both hands - And Billy laughed. It hadn't even reached half the distance.

"Just what I'd expect from Thumbelina." he said playfully, going to gather back the ball. "Throw it my way - Hit it into the ground."

She phlegmatically threw the ball into the ground, and it bounced back towards him - He did the same back to her - And they repeated the process a few time. "So you do this every practice day - And you don't get bored out of your mind?" Kat found herself speaking.

"Just that, tootsie - With consistency I managed to get these puppies." he flexed his muscles again.

"Yeah, true, I get it, I get it - But it's still boring to me." she let the ball bounce idly on the ground. "And my arms also kinda hurt. Too much sport for me."

"Yeah, didn't take you for the athletic type." he chuckled, using his shirt to dry his already messy hair. "I'll go shower - Wait for me by the car, will ya?" he strutted around a little, looking at her all charming. "Unless... You wanna join me in the shower. Doubt anyone's still hanging around the locker." he winked, giving her a charming look.

"I'll let you enjoy your operetta recital by yourself." came her teasing reply.

"Heard you liked playing with balls, Slutty Kat!"

When Billy's back was turned, Steve threw a ball from the ball cube right at Kat, hitting her on the back of her head; She fell to the ground like a ragdoll with a painful thud and a yelp. Once again, her hair was spread everywhere, revealing that blasted tattoo. "OI, HARRINGTON, WHA' DID I SAY ABOUT PICKING ON SOMEONE YOUR SIZE, YOU PUNK?!" Billy's voiced echoed painfully through the court - He wanted to wipe that shit-eating grin from Harrington's face; But Kat beat him to it.

"Duck-hunting season's over, you piece of shit." she hissed under her breath, throwing the ball right at him, hitting the back of his ankles so hard, he stumbled over. Billy could only watch with deep confusion - Not only did this sweet little thing throw that damn ball so hard it made Harrington take a fall like that - But she threw it that hard, when she couldn't even reach the ring; He didn't even notice when a flash of red went by his eyes, and Kat was on top of Steve, throwing punches at his face.

"Whoa, hey, hey, that's enough --" once he regained his senses, Billy rushed to their side, easily picking the girl up and keeping her suspended in the air.

"I'll send his ass to hell --" his grip around her small body tightened the more she squirmed in mid-air; It would have been almost comical, if Steve didn't look disfigured.

"If you dare speak of this to anyone, Harrington, I'll kill you." Hargrove threatened the idiot who groaned in pain and scurried away.

"Fucking freak." Steve glared at the red head, before leaving the place.

"That's enough." slowly, he placed her with her feet on the ground. "Easy, girl. Easy." he whispered into her ear, trying to sooth her anger. "He pussied out - Ain't gonna bother you again after this." she was still shaking with anger. His hands slowly trailed down her arms, reaching to her own hands, squeezing them softly. Her knuckles were busted and a bloody mess - Much like how his used to be many times. "Easy."

"I wanna go home." her voice was frail, weak, and she hugged herself tightly. "I wanna go home, Billy."

"I hear you. I hear you." his hands squeezed her shoulders. "Go wait in the car - I'll go shower and drive you home."

"Thank you." she whispered softly, and left the safe embrace of her protector.

Kat went to lean back on Billy's car, she looked down at her bag - The temptation was high - Too high. And she gave in. She dug her hand in her bag and rummaged around for her secret sin; She lit up a cigarette, taking a long drag and blowing smoke into the air. She lost control - Again. It was already the second or third time she'd lost control of herself, of her anger, and it wasn't a good sign - The last thing she wanted was to get a suspension... Or worse... Get people suspicious.  She needed to stay in check - To finish that freaking school year and get the hell out of Hawkins. ASAP.

Her eyes were red and stinging her as tears were threatening to spill - But she had to stay strong; To control herself. Her father always told her to control her emotions - Always stay demure and noble, like a noble Princess. Her latest actions were the farthest thing from being a Princess. She was going to destroy everything she ever worked so hard for; Her scholarship, her reputation, her name, her relationship with Billy.

Failure. A failure, that's what she was. She knew she was going to fall down the rabbit hole of self-destruction, and she was terrified of the rapid descent into madness she was spiraling into.

After what felt like four or five quick stress-smoked cigarettes, the sound of a skateboard reminded Kat of reality; Max appeared in front of her - She seemed pissed also. She leaned back on the car also, and started ranting about her fight with this guy, Lucas, Her words were a jumbled mess mixed like a perfect smoothie in Kat's head; Truly, she had no idea what Max was saying - She was still fighting within herself to calm down and no jump another of person. She looked down at her knuckles - Billy must have wiped away most of the blood from her fists - But he couldn't wipe away the scrapes. 

Her hands looked awful, god damn awful. She wasn't a cute, little, inoffensive princess anymore - She was a monster with anger issues - The exact thing she tried so hard to avoid. What the hell was she gonna do? Wrap her hands and wrists in bandages, like those brawlers on the streets? Guys who did that were hot as hell - Billy would look so sexy she'd probably jump on him - But not her. She wasn't supposed to look like this - Never, ever.

"Thought you said you hate the smell of cigarettes." Billy's voice woke her up from her trance.

"I do." she mumbled to herself; Much to his shock, Kat rose her sleeve and extinguished the cigarette on her skin - Revealing the exact number of cigarettes she'd smoked waiting for him - Seven. And she didn't even seem to realise, Billy noted, as she didn't even react. She was still so hung up on her overreacting with Steve, that she was numb to everything else. It wasn't much different to the way his anger numbs him to everything surrounding him, after his father goes crazy on his ass.

The car ride was silent, save for Max trying to communicate, and Kat saying a few absent-minded 'uh-huh's to her, a simple habit she developed over the years to appear polite, even if she wasn't paying attention to the conversation. "Sure you'll be alright by yourself, toots?"

Kat glanced at him lethargically from the corner of her eyes. "Safest for everyone, yes." she muttered, opening the door. "Thanks for today, Billy. See you." she left, dragging her bag inside the house.

"What's with her? She seemed... Off." Billy nodded, his tongue licking his bottom lip before he, too, retrieved a cigarette.

"Shut up, squirt. None of your business." he shut her off immediately.

"Not fair! She's my friend too!" she chimed in like a brat. "Was it your fault? Did you upset her?"

"Can you shut the hell up for once, Maxine? Huh?!" he grabbed the front of her shirt; She gulped, her eyes wide and terrified. He pushed her back on the backseat.

It was already the beginning of December; Things had significantly quieted down among the highschoolers. Kat was back to normal, serene and nice as always, Billy was a certified King and Max kept complaining about the stupid band of idiots who didn't want to befriend her. The basketball championship was approaching soon, along with the Winter Ball.

Under the guise of working on their Biology project, Billy invited Kat over - After Max pestered both him and her mother to invite her over. The last thing he ever wanted was to expose that angel to Dante's Inferno. Even the last circle of hell couldn't compare to the shit inside his house. Still, it seemed Max wanted to hang out with her only friend, and Susan agreed to take Neil on a date the whole day, leaving them the whole house for themselves.

Once Kat arrived at their small house, she knocked and Max opened the door for her in a split second - Was she glued to the door like a dog on the doormat? Kinda weird how enthusiastic this girl was to see her. Regardless - The first thing her green eyes saw was the Godly silhouette of Billy Hargrove working out. What a sight for sore eyes. He was doing it on purpose.

The loud rock music made it impossible for them to speak and understand each other - But looks said it all; Billy knew what he was doing to her, all sweaty and shirtless, his muscles flexing all sexy with every lift of the weights; And that damn smirk plastered on his face, those kissable lips... And that tongue flick. In their mind they were all over each other - Just not physically also. Little angel wasn't ready for him yet - Not that he could blame her; With idiots like Harrington messing around with her for years, he'd run away from guys too - Or beat the hell outta them.

Max dragged her red head friend to her room - Away from her loverboy - And pushed her on her bed. She showed off her skateboard collection, and her video games - She even had multiple drawings of her D&D character. It was all a little confusing for Kat - But then, she started to speak about something different - Something that made Kat's hair stand up with fear. She used words like 'Demogorgon' , 'Demodog' and even 'Hawkins laboratory something something'. It was the worst.

"Like, can you believe him? That stalker thought he could lie to me - In the arcade, of all things! He tried to prevent me from playing any game, just so he'd lie to me. That's, like, so messed up - Right?" Kat's face must have looked completely terrified and distraught. "Like - Who would believe his stupid stories - Right?!"

"He wasn't lying to you." her voice came in a whisper, making Max yell a loud, incredulous 'WHAT?!' her way. "What else did they tell you?"

"About this girl - Eleven the Mage - Or something. Said she had some super powers. Mike and Will don't want me in the party because El disappeared - Or something." Kat's breath hitched in her throat at the mention of El.

"Eleven is alive?!" Kat shot up to her feet, her hands in her hair. "I can't believe it - That kid broke out of the lab all by herself?!" she started pacing around the room, her nails scratching at the opposite hand; Her stress levels were through the roof. "Eleven got here? She was here - And I didn't know. I can't believe it."

"Kat...? How do you know this, erg... Eleven?" Max spoke in a somewhat sympathetic voice, seeing her eyes get watery.

Kat sat back on the edge of the bed, then rose her hair off the back of her neck, showing off her '3' tattoo. "Eleven and I, like many other children stuck in that lab, weren't born with a name - We were assigned a number. I was one of the first ones around there - The 3rd experiment. Eleven was one of the youngest. She was still very young when I managed to get out of there." Kat turned around to look at the little girl - Her large blue eyes were wide like cherry pies, and she was assimilating the story like a sponge. "My parents were both scientists there. Mum was Russian, dad Chinese. It was a very communist lab, I know." she waved her hand dismissively. "Anyway - Yekaterina and Shilin, my parents, were married; Because 'One' was dead, and 'Two' was in a coma, they were tasked with taking care of me - And experimenting on me also." Kat explained. "Felt guilty after they forced my powers so hard I hemorrhaged myself into a coma, so they decided to protect me." she muttered, looking down. "They saw all these kids dying around them - Because of them - And decided to change something... And they did..." she let out a pained exhale. "After my mum was diagnosed with terminal cancer. Stage 4 lung cancer, metastasis everywhere." she scratched the back of her head awkwardly. "They ran away from there - Took me with them - And we bought ourselves a nice house here, in Hawkins. Been living there for the past 6 years." she offered an empty smile. "Now that I think of it - Eleven would be now around the same age I was when I escaped that hell."

"Are you KIDDING me?!" Kat shook her head. "No way - Like - NO way!" Max was stomping around the room, so excited and erratic. "That's insane - Really, it's so damn insane!" she continued. "So, like, that stalker idiot was telling the truth... The band of dumbasses are in a literal, real-life, D&D campaign... And they won't let me in?! But I'm a badass Zoomer, what the hell!" she let out an annoyed growl, throwing herself on the bed -- Before scurrying again to look at Kat. "Did you say something about powers?"

Kat leaned back on the bed rest and looked around the bedroom; Once she saw a notebook on top of the desk, she rose her hand up - And Max watched with awe as the notebook flew right into her hand. The ginger cheered loudly, making her do that again - Instead, Max found herself in the air, floating around smoothly like a cloud. "SO COOL!" she turned around like there was no gravitation - It was so much fun! But then, she was placed back on the bed. 

"Sorry, Max, I don't like using my powers too much." she gave a small smile. "Headaches and bleeding."

"So - You chose your own name?" Max asked, and Kat tilted her head a little.

"Sort of." she played with her fingers. "Ruyi Katerina Yelena" she smiled sweetly, saying her name. "That's my actual, real name. My dad loved the name 'Ruyi'... He said it was fit for a Princess. 'Katerina' comes from my mother, and 'Yelena' means 'Moon' because I was always a dream, and I loved to look at the sky at night." her smile widened a little. "But... Y'know... English people can't pronounce my name... Ruyi Katerina Yelena is too difficult for people to pronounce it, so... 'Katrina Black' is written on my ID - Which, by the way, it's a very fake ID that looks 100% legit and I can renew with no issue at any given time."

"Roo-EE... Kah-The-Ree-Nah... Ee-Lee-Nah?" Max struggled very hard to pronounce her name, but failed miserably. "Okay, okay, I get it. 'Kat' is much easier." she chuckled awkwardly. "But it's a pretty name!"

"Thank you, Max. I appreciate it." she nodded at her.

"Hey, Kat --?" she let out a hum, to have her continue speaking. "You and Billy...?" she made a 'sort of' gesture. "He really likes you, y'know? Since he went to that Halloween Party, I haven't seen him with any other girl except you." that comment made her smile back at the ginger. "Are you ever gonna tell him anything about this?" she shook her head. "Why?"

"Why would I? He knows my parents are dead, and that I'm 'Freaky Kommie Kat' because my parents are foreigners from communist countries. I don't think I need to tell him more than that, unless necessary." she shrugged her shoulders casually. "I just want to be a normal teenager, Max. I don't want to be implicated in this... Supernatural mess that's come up recently. I just want to graduate and leave this town as far as possible."

"You know Billy wants to move back to Cali?" Kat nodded. "And... You wanna go with him?"

"If he wants me, yeah, I'd love to." she said softly.

"Kat..." Max scooted over to her. "Billy is... Weird." she gulped. "He's violent, and mean, and rude, and harsh... And a jerk with capital 'J', okay?" she sighed. "But he's really not that bad - Especially with you. It's his dad's fault. He scares me too... But with Billy? He's awful with Billy. He yells at him, scolds him so much... And he even hits him." she shuddered a little. "I always hide when he starts going ape shit on him... I can't see Billy get all that shit. It's terrifying." she admitted. "Don't blame him too much... It's not his fault he ended up like this. Neil was abusive to his mum also... Would get very physical, I heard. I'm surprised he hasn't taken it out on my mum yet... Uhm... Billy's mum left him alone with Neil. Wasn't answering his calls and all that..." she hugged Kat's leg tightly. "No mum should ever abandon their kid in the hands of their abusive dad."

Kat looked down at Maxine, reaching out her hand to stroke her hair - She had guessed his parents weren't the best - But by hell she hadn't expected that. All the more reason to try and make his life as nice as possible outside of this house... And get the hell away from this town. "Don't worry, Maxi. I'll protect him even if it's the last thing I do in this life."

She might not have been his blood sister, but in spite of how much of an asshole he is, Maxine didn't want Billy to suffer so much; Kat was a good influence on him, at least on the surface; Hopefully, he won't kick her aside because of his self issues.

The door was swung open, and Billy grabbed the frame of the door, leaning over. "Party's over, munchkin. It's my turn to steal Jessica Rabbit." and steal her he did, picking her up and swinging her over his shoulder, bringing her to his room and letting her plop on his bed.

"I'd never seen a more 'boy bedroom' than this." she chuckled softly, looking around the room - Various posters of rock bands like Metallica and Motley Crue were messily plastered on the walls - Along with some sexy pin ups. Some left over beer cans on the nightstand, many clothes thrown around the best, and the bed was a mess. "I wouldn't expect any less." she made herself comfortable. "But I guess I shouldn't expect to look around and find a book, huh?"

"Why'd you think I'm studying science, not art, babe?" he threw himself on the bed next to her, making her jump a little on the bed. "Now then - How this sounds - Susan called. Said they're not coming over for the night - Expected around afternoon. Y'know what that means, yeah?" he smirked, leaning over to her. "No need to spend the night alone in that big, scary house of yours."

"You want me to stay over?" he nodded. "Really?"

"Yeah, sweetcheeks. Gotta return the favour, ain't that right?" he trailed her soft face with the back of his fingers. "Can't have you all scared and screaming for me, in the dead of night - When I could be right here."

"That's very nice of you, Billy. Thank you." her eyes averted down bashfully. He could see a delicate hue of pink painting her cheeks. "We ordering tonight? Or you wanna cook with me?"

He wanted to kiss those damn sweet lips of hers, that's what he wanted. He wanted to feel that flawless skin of hers against his own, to grab at her flesh and see her all dazed and dreamy underneath him. He wanted to do so many things to the pretty girl in front of him; To grab her face and pull her into kisses so long that she won't remember how to breathe... And by God, how he wanted to make her sing for him like a sweet nightingale - He was sure she made all the cutest noises. What an addictive girl... To think they hardly went any further than a few kisses every once in a while, and he wants to get all messy under the covers with her.

"Got all the things to make one big, mean pizza." his hand gingerly placed on the side of her face made its way up into her hair, to the back of the head, pulling her into a kiss. "But I need so life breathed into me to even have the energy to think about leaving the bed when you're in it."

His flirting seemed to earn quite the amused giggles from the girl. "Alright, alright, I got this. Let me save you, oh, my knight in shining armor." it was her who initiated the kiss; Damn how he missed the taste of her cherry lip gloss and how well their lips molded together - She even had such adorable reactions when he'd bite her bottom lip a little; A cute eeping noise, a slight squeeze of his shoulders...

Billy shifted a little to lean on his elbow, the free hand trailed down her back, her hips, and rested on her supple thigh - Thank God she was wearing jeans, or he'd go crazy - He brought her closer to him, dragging her leg in between in own; She was comfortably trapped in his strong arms, against the pillows, allowing herself to get lost in the bliss of his kisses.

He was going crazy - She was making him crazy; He could feel himself melting, blending together with her; He shifted his position again, this time he was comfortably laying between her legs, on top of her. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, and the rough texture of his jeans against her thighs, grinding against her slowly, instinctively, against his better judgement.

Billy broke the kiss for a moment, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he looked down into her glazed over green eyes. "You're driving me crazy, woman. All pretty and trusting, in the wolf's den." he murmured, his voice low and husky.

Kat's smile was angelic, her heart pounding in her chest. "Then I'm doing my job right." she whispered back, pulling him down to her again.

Billy didn’t hold back. He kissed her deeply, hungrily, as if he couldn’t get enough - As if kissing her meant living for one more day. His hands roamed up her sides, slipping under her shirt to rest on the bare skin of her waist. Kat shivered at his touch, feeling the heat pooling in her stomach as his fingers traced small circles on her skin. Without as much as realising, he had unbuttoned her shirt - She was below him, revealing that gorgeous body of hers, and that pretty pink lace bra of hers. Her skin perfectly pressed against his, her heat and his combining so flawlessly - It was natural, so natural, as if that's how the world was supposed to be.

The kiss was intense, full of unspoken desire and the need for closeness, desperate for an intimacy that was more love than lust. Billy’s lips left hers to trail kisses down her neck, his breath hot against her skin as he found the sensitive spot just below her ear. Kat gasped, her hands clutching at his shoulders as he explored her with his lips, his tongue, his teeth. She could feel his heart pounding just as hard as hers, their bodies pressed together as if they were trying to become one. 

But those sweet whines of hers drove him back to reality, and he forced himself awake from the reverie he willingly drowned himself into. He looked down at the beauty laying on his bed like a gorgeous pillow princess, all sweet and innocent, ready for him to corrupt her - God damn it. He took a few more seconds to regain his breath, to admire her more - That's his girl, only his - Then he pressed a soft kiss on her forehead and got up.

"So what's your favourite band, angel?" he asked non-chalantly, forcing himself not to look at her - He drove himself into his wardrobe to rummage through his band Tees. He was almost sure, if he were to look back at her, he wouldn't be able to rip himself away from her, and he'd claim her on the spot. He didn't want that - Rationally, he didn't - But her spell was too strong, and he was weak to her enchanting beauty.  He was a huge fuck up - But he wanted her to stay by his side for as long as possible.

"Uhm... I don't know. Metallica, I think." she got in a sitting position - Only to be hit in the face with a large black Tshirt with the very band imagery. 

"Good. You change while I go dream about you in the bathroom, then we can start on that pizza. How's that sound?" the look they shared made the girl blush all shy and awkward, realising his implication, but nodded anyway.

"Sure, sounds good to me." she hugged the Tshirt to her chest, waiting for the boy to leave the room so she could change.

She was shocked they got so far - But she at least knew she was right to trust him. She wasn't fooled, she wasn't wrong. And she loved every second of it very much; Oh, if only she wasn't so afraid, she'd drag him to bed herself. Still she folded her clothes neatly on a chair and changed in that Metallica Tshirt - It went just above the knee. She didn't have to wait too long for him to return - He was wearing shorts and a tank top, and he gestured her to follow him to the kitchen.

Billy flung open the fridge and retrieved the ingredients needed for a most delicious meal, all of them scattered across the countertop. The smell of fresh dough and spices filled the air as they prepared to make their pizza from scratch. Kat dug her hand into the flour bag, using the bowl to make dough. Unfortunately, although the dough was easy to make, they had to wait a whole hour for it to cool down and rest back in the fridge. How lame.

"Okay, babe, time to wait for the Sleeping Beauty Dough." he gently slapped his hands on her hips, lifting her on the counter. "What we doin' in the hour?"

"No clue." she pressed her hand on his face, imprinting her palm with flour. "The White Hand of Saruman!" she giggled cutely - But fuck if he knew. He didn't read nerdy fantasy books - He hardly read at all anyway.

"Okay, Nerd Queen, I've got no clue what you're on - But let's not start a flour on we can't finish. They will get my skin on a spike if the kitchen isn't spotless." he grabbed the towel, wiping away the floor.  "Oh, damn, you're right - I'm sorry." she cupped his face, planting a quick sweet kiss on his lips, her legs dangling idly on either side of him. 

"Apology very much accepted." he picked her up. "Now - We either make out again for like an hour, and make me lose my mind --" he placed her on the couch, going to look through his VHS cassettes. "Or we watching a horror movie."

An hour and a half well spent watching some shitty B-listed slasher, but at least the dough rested enough. "Okay, Pizza King." Kat teased, handing him the rolling pin. "Show me what you’ve got."

"You just like seeing me show off." he grabbed the pin, pressing the hell outta that stubborn dough.

"Yeah, I do. It's a lovely sight." she grinned shamelessly. "You’re on topping duty also."

Billy looked her up and down, habitually licked his lips, and smirked. "With you? Any time. Gladly." she was adorable when she got all shy on him.

Kat only did as much as to spread a little too much tomato sauce over the dough - And even more mozzarella cheese. Everyone loved a cheesy pizza. Billy leaned against the counter, watching her with a soft smile. He found it hard to take his eyes off her when she was like this —carefree, happy, and entirely in her element. 

As they added toppings, their hands occasionally brushed, sending little sparks between them. Billy took every opportunity to flirt, sneaking bits of cheese and pepperoni into his mouth - and into hers also. It was kinda cute, feeding her like that - Even though his fingers would occasionally brush with her lips, and his minds went into promiscuous territories. When the pizza was finally assembled, they slid it into the oven. Once again, they had to wait. Just the best, it was soon time for 'Hill Street Blues' and 'Murder, She Wrote' to air on TV. No more shitty slashers - Instead, some pretty funky detective shows.

When the timer finally dinged, they both jumped up to check on their creation. The pizza was golden and bubbling, the smell mouthwatering. "That smells damn good." Billy said, pulling the pizza out of the oven.

"And looks even better." Kat said. "Can you slice up the pizza while I go call Max to dinner?" ah right, the brat. He forgot all about her stupid carrot hair. He huffed affirmatively and did as instructed, throwing the slices on a big tray; He then took out some soda bottles from the fridge and brought them over in the living room.

The three sat comfortably on the couch and indulged in the fantastic food and the TV show - It was a successful evening, peaceful and nice - Something he hardly ever experiences. It's usually all gloomy and yells, maybe even tears and slaps. This night felt like something more — A taste of normalcy, of something real and sweet, in a life that was often anything but. Was this what some called 'Domestic Bliss'? If yes - He wanted that. Billy found himself wishing the night wouldn’t end. He looked at Kat, her eyes sparkling with happiness as she laughed with Maxine, and realized he didn’t want to let this go.

"A'ight, bed bug, 'nough fun for the night. It's curfew for toddlers." he didn't waste any second to drag Kat back into his bed. "Okay, lovebird, I know what you want. Get here." he laid down, patting his chest - A perfect invitation for her to lay on him again.

"I can't say no to you." she got in bed immediately, cuddling up into his side just like last time. 

"You should." he mumbled under his breath. "Girl like you has no clue how difficult it is to hold back."

"It's not easy to resist you either." what a completely delirious thing to say - Shocking, insane, unbelievable - Ahhh, there she was, driving him up the wall again. Hopefully Billy Jr. won't wake up randomly and disturb him.

"Did I ever tell you I tried to sneak into an R-Rated movie when I was, like, twelve?" that affirmation was met with a shocked exclamation. "Yeah, girl. 1978's Halloween. I and the guys thought we'd see Jaime Lee Curtis' tits on the screen." he was already making her laugh, what a success. "Our brilliant plan? Vending machine mustaches and fedoras."

"Foolproof!" Kat exclaimed, giggling so cutely. 

"So we go there - Stone cold assholes, saying we want tickets to Halloween, right? Well, that bastard on the other side of the counter, barely 17 years old, looked at us and said 'Sorry, kids, we don't screen cartoons today'. Fucking jerk." she continued laughing. "We were mad, of course - But! While Jack and Michael argued with that asshole - I sneaked in and hid in a corner. I was wearing black, hoodie up - No one even knew I was there."

"Met with quite the disappointment, huh?" she grinned up at him.

"Not once - Twice!" he was dramatic. "Not only did JLC not show her tits on screen in Halloween - But when she did, last year, in 'Trading Places', she was, like, super ugly - Like, why the hell did she cut all that pretty blonde hair, and got those ugly short spikes anyway? She looked like a deranged sea urchin -- Not to mention that horrible make up -- What was she, a clown?" he was so theatrical and charismatic that Kat needed time to breathe.

"You're so funny, Billy!" she exclaimed happily.

"What about you, sweet cheeks? Any funky story?" shit, Kat thought, her laughing stopping.

"Ergh -- I don't know, I'm not really funny, and my childhood was pretty boring. Y'know, no friends or anything." she chuckled nervously. "Ergh... I don't remember much anyway. Like - Dad built the swing in front of my face - And he taught me how to cook grandma's recipes. Mum taught me Russian literature - And how to mix drinks. I had my first drink at twelve - That's when I started appreciating the beauty of absinth mixed with water and sugar... What else..." she tapped her chin, deep in thought. Now that she thinks about it, she doesn't really have many memories from the past six years since she's been out of the lab. "I... Used to play dress up with my parents. Dad got me pretty clothes and mum taught me how to do my hair and make up."

"Lame." after exactly 5 seconds of silence, they both started laughing. "S'fine. Once we're outta here, it's memory-time for us, Maid Marian." he said, a small grin on his face. "Once you get a taste of the waves, sun and sand of Cali, you'll never wanna leave."

"...Cali?" Kat shifted a little to get a good look at Billy.

"Yeah, toots. California." his voice was a little lower, a little tender. "That's where Imma go for Uni, and everything else afterward." his hand caressed her pretty face. "You with me?"

"You really want me to come with you to California and make memories together?" she sounded completely breathless and flabbergast; In the dark of the night, Billy noticed her bottom lip quivering softly.

"Yeah." he breathed out. "I do." he couldn't believe himself, admitting such a thing - Such a commitment - Out loud, no less. To another person - The person in cause. He was going crazy, truly.

"I would love that very much, Billy." the boy was completely mesmerised - Every time he heard someone crying, especially him, their voice was all raw, whimpery, weak... Pained. He never experienced any person ever crying for any other reason than anger or sorrow... But time time, he was shocked to see... A single stray tear that was filled with a mix of pure joy, adoration and love. And they were addressed to him. "Thank you." to think she would think she needed to thank him... For wanting her by his side... 

SIlly girl. If only she knew how much he needs her - How his life depends on her and that damn smile of hers. That smile that lights up his dark world; The only sunshine in this shit hole. Stupid, innocent, silly girl... Too good for this world... Too good for him. He didn't have the voice to reply to her, nor to himself. Instead, he decided on the perfect response - And he hugged her tightly to his chest.

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[bleach-your-panties]

dive in —-- 🏊

basically just some of my faves and how they eat the 🐱(characters aged to 18+)

× armin arlert🩵:

definitely a munch and he knows it🍑👅

the type to sleep between your thighs after eating you out for hours 

likes when you pull his hair and squeeze his head between your thighs, especially as you're cumming💦 

will hump against the mattress because your moans sound just like when he's fucking you with his dick 

holds your legs open, gripping your thighs while he's face down in your puss.

will vigorously move his head side to side as he licks and slurps your juices up with his tongue flickering over your clit🧃

grabs your ass to hold you still as you come on his face. he loves being covered in it.

looks so sexy as he looks into your eyes, pretty blonde strands of hair sticking to his forehead with a mixture of sweat and cum 🫠

king of aftercare - he'll clean you up and get you a drink (cause that throat dry from moaning his name constantly)😉

(can y'all tell I love Armin lol)

× kurapika kurta❤️👁️:

I've been watching hxh and omfg he's just a vibe💘

everything he does is so pretty and sensual, pussy eating is no exception 

starts by kissing your half nude body all the way down, extra focus on your inner thighs

trails his tongue over your belly button 

moves your panties to the side with a single finger, chains lightly jiggling 

massages inner thighs with the other hand while slipping the cool metal up and down your folds. smiles as you whimper at the cold sensations. 

likes to have some slow r&b love songs playing in the background (fight me)

'tie it up, put a chain on it. make you tattoo my name on it'

red lights, he looks so damn good under them, makes his eyes stand out even more 

'your body lightweight, speaks to me'

will look into your eyes while flicking his tongue on your clit before taking it between his lips and sucking gently

can't stop running his hands up and down your legs 

his tongue is wet on your folds but he won't be sloppy. 

makes little sounds as he's eating it ("umnn..", "hmm..mhm.." "unhh..") sounds like he's singing and it's SO. FUCKING. SEXY.

cleans you up real good(with his tongue) after you cum, then with an actual washcloth 

smiles and kisses you sweetly on the lips afterwards, thanking you (he's a gentleman)👏🏽❤️

(OK so obviously I like blondes)

× shoto todoroki ❤️‍🔥🧊

king of holding his breath because his face can stay buried in your puss for hours 

'won't drown, ain't even coming up for air now, I'll just keep my head down, down down. swim for dayssss🏊'

is rough 

don't try to run or close your legs, you'll be sorry 

'read the sign, ain't no running!'

crescent marks on your thighs from him gripping them and holding them open

makes you want to check on him because his head rarely pops up while eating 

most definitely will overstimulate you 

puts an ice cube in his mouth and pushes it in with his tongue, licking the water up as it melts 

nose rubbing against your clit while he pokes your hole with his tongue 

nips and sucks your lips with his teeth and tongue 

makes you get up and sit on his face 

rocks your hips against his face as he goes FERAL on that PUSSAY 

'baby you can ride it, ooh yeah, bring it over to my place'

then you be like: 'baby who cares, but I know you care' 

he'll sit you on his desk in his office and kneel between your legs 

"make sure you wear a skirt when you come by y/n."

"ok, but why?'

"just do it"

has a bathroom in his fucking office so you can easily clean up later😏

[grimm-rider]

Entry 29

So the bathhouse was not relaxing at all.

Like. Fuck. I thought the Water Palace would be a nice easy mission to cool off with after fighting a former Demon Lord. Instead half of us nearly died at least once.

There was a Leviathan. Not my pet Levi, like an actual giant water monster Leviathan. And some sort of water monster with tentacles and multiple wolf heads. And some sort of water dragon. Like a dragon made of water not like a sea serpent.

What the fuck was all that?

We’re home. We’re resting now. Tomorrow we’re going to the Nonagon so it’s not like I’m getting any sleep tonight. So might as well write it all down, because I sure as shit won’t be in the mood to write about this tomorrow.

So after we got back from Ioberia and had a little downtime to plan and to fill Greta in, we made for the Water Palace. The plan was to get in playing the part of regular upperclass citizens again, like we did at the library. Aenland would stay outside with Nevra and Talsune on the roof of the building across from the bathhouse and wait for my signal to attack. In the meantime, the rest of us would get inside and do some scouting and setting up undetected.

We made it to the Water Palace with absolutely no hassle. By this point the patrols have become so few and far between that they’re generally easy to avoid, not to mention the lack of killer clowns and time dragons popping up. We did still have to avoid the encroaching fungal infestation Xanthadon’s left in her wake, but we didn’t end up face-to-face with any of those creepy archers or any other twisted…fungal thing. So I’d say we did a pretty good job.

At the Water Palace, I took the lead talking to the hostess. She directed us to the changing rooms and the tubs. So we got changed and stashed away my Bag of Holding in the provided lockers. All of our weapons, armor, and supplies were tucked safely within the bag. I stored my component pouch separately in the same locker—just incase someone other than us got the bright idea to steal my bag.

I don’t think poor Edeya quite knew what to do with herself with everyone else declothed. Nestian and Greta certainly weren’t shy about it—and why should they be? For one thing, they’re a bear and a winter wolf respectively when not in human form, so it’s not like nudity is exactly a thing they would have to worry about around others in their other forms. For another, let’s be real, we are a very good-looking group of people. Why be bashful about what you have?

Perhaps to spare dear Edeya, we split up with me and Nestian circling around the tubs in one direction, and Greta and Edeya scouting around the other. We didn’t really discuss it ahead of time, we just kind of ended up splitting up that way on our own.

Nestian and I made our way up the stairs, past the chilled tub. Towering above us was what, at a glance, appeared to be a statue. But it didn’t take long for me to identify it as a living creature—an ice yai oni, standing still as a statue. Keeping watch.

There was a second one on the opposite side of the warm water tub ahead of us. And standing, posted gloriously on the ledge into the hot water bath, was that appeared to be a dragon made entirely of water, with a waterfall pouring from its mouth, constantly refilling the tubs with fresh water. At the time it, too, appeared to be a statue—and unlike the Onis I didn’t see anything that indicated otherwise, nor did I personally know of any dragons like this. I asked Talsune mentally if he knew, but his response was a resounding shrug, he'd never seen this particular type of dragon before either if it existed at all on Triaxus.

Nestian nudged me, and said there was something written in Skald in the water near the back wall of the warm tub. I looked, and sure enough there it was—difficult to see with all the water in the way, but now that it was pointed out I could make out that it was labelled as a VIP room. Nestian and I theorized that this was likely where the Crone Queen was holed up. After all we’d already found one Crone Queen in a VIP lounge in a bar, why not one in a bathhouse as well?

We waded into the warm pool and motioned for the other two to join us. We moved as far out of the Onis’ earshot as we could, and told them what we’d found. We discussed our options, and came up with a plan. Edeya and I would try to sneak in and scout ahead, while Nestian would get a head start and go to grab the Bag of Holding and my spell components. Once we were ready to kick things off, I would signal to Aenland, and Edeya would teleport Nestian to us with her newly refreshed Bracelet of Friends. Greta would just have to burst through the door, but by that point stealth would no longer be in the cards anyways.

So Edeya and I waited for a few minutes, making sure we gave Nestian plenty of time to get back to the changing room and to collect our bags, before Edeya slowly eased open the door.

I could have sworn she was perfectly silent about it, but perhaps the sounds of the bathhouse itself coming through the doorway alerted those within the chamber, because a whispery hissing voice from one corner of the room said that there were uninvited guests.

Within the room was another pool, this one monstrously deep, the bottom pitch black and obscured in darkness. A Crone Queen and an elven man were in the pool, as was that horror I mentioned at the start of this entry, the one with tentacles and multiple wolf heads. In each corner of the room was an upsettingly large spider, about the size of an elephant if the size of my twin Rajput Ambaris are any indication. And apparently the elephant-spiders could also talk, because it was one of them that had heads the door open.

Edeya immediately closed the door. Good call. A little too late, unfortunately. But a good call, none-the-less.

Then there was a deep low voice that rumbled the entire building and shook through my bones. Because I had Tongues up I could understand the speech—although something about the magnitude and slow uncaring pace of its speech gave me a cold feeling in my gut that whatever was speaking was unspeakably big and equally old. It only spoke one word—slow and drawn out. ‘Intruders’. The word echoed out from somewhere deep below us.

And that’s all that was needed for everything to go to hell.

The two onis and the water dragon all quit their statue act and went on the offensive. And it turned out all the staff were warriors with a skillset adjacent to Cesseer’s. Except for the head of the house, who was a sorcerer with draconic power. Been a while since we’ve seen that. The woman who stabbed me in Radosek’s tower if I remember right? Yeah she was a bitch to fight, too.

Well, okay unless we count every single sorcerer we fought on Triaxus, but that was Triaxus, everything is dragons there.

The two onis towered above us, one stabbing me as she charged in, the other swinging her blade around and catching me, Edeya, and Greta all. Then one of the monks swung around and tried to kill Greta in a single hit with her Quivering Palm technique—but Greta’s stronger than that and she resisted her attempt to stop her heart.

Which just meant I was going to have to stop the monk’s heart instead.

With that, I nudged open the door to the VIP chamber. I called to Aenland over the Stone of Farspeech that this was his cue, then I called down a Fire Storm on every living thing that wasn’t a fleeing aristocrat, in both rooms.

Much to my displeasure, with so much water around the sorcerer was the only one who got caught alight for any amount of time, but it was still worth it. From the look of the gash on the oni’s leg, the fire also stopped their regeneration. So, no more dealing with that. We had enough of that with Kostchtchie.

Without my spell components, I couldn’t throw a second spell at the monk—who had frustratingly dodged all of the flames. So instead I tried to Banish the oni that had stabbed me. To equally minimal effect. She laughed at me, saying a puny human couldn’t send her home! I’m indignant thinking about it.

Unfortunately, without my Bone Armor or my Belt of Physical Perfection, I have to admit I was not at my best. My only protection was Vigliv’s boon, a Ring of Protection I’d thankfully had the sense to nab off one of the anti-paladins we’d fought earlier that day, and my Amulet of Natural Armor. I felt sluggish and my stamina was flagging fast—along with the loss of much of my blood. I knew that my best hope was for Edeya to bring Nestian to us with her bracelet immediately.

Or so I thought.

Apparently Nestian had heard that booming noise, and had taken it upon himself to reach us—because a moment after that oni stabbed me, a familiar bear came barreling over the edge of the tub, and with the power of his Boots of Speed positively flew across the water to our side, his axe putting a respectable cut through the leg of the oni as he went.

Nestian offered up the Bag of Holding, and I quickly nabbed my necessities. Headband, belt, spell components, and pocket watch. I could live without the rest…or at least I sure hoped so, because I didn’t have time to dig out the cassock and throw it on right that moment. I could call on the Bone Armor as any time, but at least with the belt and headband I was no longer tired and sluggish, and I could feel a deeper connection to my magic that had waned without the headband and its effects on my natural charisma.

I didn’t get to savor the feeling of power for long, when the water dragon looked straight down and breathed boiling steam on us. I was already battered and bleeding, and now I was burning alive on top of that. I desperately needed some negative energy to patch myself up. And we were not in the best position for spellcasting.

I felt, rather than saw, that Talsune, Nevra, and Aenland Dimension Doored into the room with the Crone Queen behind me. I heard that water creature howling in the other room, and then fall silent, and recognized the feeling in my mind of Talsune finishing off a foe. He doesn’t get the same almost giddy satisfaction I get from killing our enemies. His is somehow both a much calmer and much fiercer satisfaction—that of a warrior who has felled a vicious foe in the heat of battle.

I also heard Nevra begin singing, and the Crone Queen yell—and then heard as that yell was cut short. I’m going to assume that was Aenland’s doing, if Talsune’s claws were full with that sea monster. And then it sounded like Aenland was arguing with someone?

I didn’t really have time to focus on any of that while I was trying to not die, obviously. It was more just what I noticed in the back of my mind since my back was to the door where they were. I had ducked back towards the doorway and with my guard up I cast Harm on myself, the icy cold of the negative energy revitalizing me and stitching the worst of my wounds closed. Hearing the fighting in the other room—and not having much room for him with me, Nestian, Edeya, and Greta practically fighting back-to-back—I pulled Roscoe from the Bag of Holding and sent him to help Talsune and Aenland. A moment later I heard the echoing bang of his gun firing.

There wasn’t much I could do about the onis right that moment, so I turned my attention to that attendant who’d tried to kill Greta. I quickened a Boneshaker, and grabbed hold of her skeleton, forcing her to her knees, and then pulling her head under the water.

She never came back up.

It was almost that same instance that I felt genuine fear from Talsune, and through our bond he told me that there was some sort of Irriseni Leviathan in the pool, and it just ate Aenland and dove back into the depths.

I told the others, thinking we would have to try to figure out some way to save him. Instead, Nestian took the news in stride, and told me to trust him—he had a way to get Aenland out.

I put my faith in Nestian, and turned my attention to the water dragon, which had just thrown itself down from the platform above us and was now baring down on us from the opposite side as the onis.

But now it had unwittingly put itself into a vulnerable position.

I cast Horrid Wilting on everything around the Water Dragon, sucking the moisture from the dragon and the onis. The dragon in particular looked like its form wasn’t holding together so well after that.

While I kept the dragon occupied, Nestian made use of his own Bracelet of Friends, teleporting Aenland from the literal belly of the beast and into a more metaphorical one with onis and dragons.

After he appeared, the sorcerer made her move. I’d honestly mostly forgotten about it after setting her on fire, but apparently she’d been lurking around the edges of the tubs, just waiting for the opportunity to strike. And strike she did: I heard her speak a single word as she cast a spell and tried to snuff out Aenland’s life in an instant. However death wouldn’t have Aenland again—Nestian made sure of it, throwing the protection of the Black Rider around him and causing the Power Word Kill to fall on deaf ears.

Aenland immediately repaid the favor by slaying both the dragon and the sorcerer, his arrows a deadly rain.

The nearest oni—the one that had stabbed me prior—tried to reposition herself so she was where the dragon had fallen, in an attempt to flank us with her twin oni. Aenland and Nestian both took advantage of her dropping her guard and laid into her.

And unfortunately for that oni, she found herself standing facing Greta when she swung around to where she thought she wanted to be. A few axe swings and a particularly brutal bite later, and we were down one oni.

Have I mentioned that I love that woman? It’s one thing that Nestian can take down enemies with a bite as a bear—you expect a bear to be able to rip someone’s throat out with their teeth. Greta can do it even in her human form, and no one ever sees that one coming.

Also, if anyone saw Greta naked and covered in another person’s blood and didn’t find it at least a little hot, there’s definitely something wrong there.

Now that I got a good look at Aenland, I could see why the sorcerer had aimed her Power Word Kill at him—he looked like he was on his last legs. Worried that the final oni might still be able to take him down, I pulled him away and quickened an Oracle’s Vessel on him, followed by a Harm to close up the worst of his wounds. I doubt it’s as pleasant for him as Edeya’s healing—just like positive energy still made me feel a little squirmy the one time I used the Pallid Crystal—but better that than dying.

The other oni didn’t last much longer than her twin—Nevra had Dimension Doored herself and Talsune out of the Leviathan deathtrap room and they’d appeared right behind the other oni. And Talsune made short work of her.

Roscoe was conspicuously absent—and the sound of gunfire still occasionally sounded from the room behind me. Considering how long Roscoe lasted by himself in Abbadon, I wasn’t too worried about him against a bunch of spiders, and I didn’t think it was likely the Leviathan would try to eat a Baykok, assuming he’d even remained low enough to the ground to be snapped up.

Nestian charged past me—despite the fact I could see that there was more blood coating his fur than was probably left in his body. Edeya ran after him, saying not to worry and that she’d heal him. Nevra swooped around and grabbed Aenland before flying through the door. Talsune and I quickly followed suit.

I took stock of the room, which I’d only seen for a moment through the cracked door or through flashes of Talsune’s perspective. There was a paralyzed spider in the corner nearest the door, courtesy of Roscoe—the same one that had spotted us when Edeya opened the door, and which Nevra silenced once and for all. Another in the back corner had arrows sticking from it in the telltale signs that Aenland has just released half a dozen shots. The elven man and the Crone Queen also lay dead by the pool, also peppered with arrows. Nestian was fighting the last spider, with Edeya behind him. His fur was still coated in blood, but he looked much healthier, his eyes sharper, not dulled by pain. So Edeya had clearly already worked her magic.

Aenland finished off that final spider as well. Just in time for the Leviathan to resurface, and once again leap just out of the water enough to nab the elf from atop Nevra. Through the Stone of Farspeech, Aenland told me not to let Edeya use her Bracelet of Friends to pull him out until the thing was dead. I passed on the message.

Talsune flew us down, ramming his sword into the Leviathan. Despite the great beasts I’ve seen my partner take out, to the Leviathan that might as well have been a papercut. I channeled my magic through the Pocket Watch and used the same trick I’d used on the svathurim earlier that same day. I overcharged a Slay Living, making it so it would be nine times as powerful if the gargantuan creature resisted the spell.

As predicted, the great beast’s resistance was formidable—and that allowed the watch to work its magic. Inky black flames licked at the Leviathan, decaying and burning wherever it touched. It certainly didn’t kill it, but the beast definitely felt that one. There was an angry putrefied burn across its back and side where the black flames raged across its blubbery flesh before going out. The flames weren’t hot enough to melt the icicle spines that coated its back, but the bright white of the ice was a stark contrast to the dark decaying flesh that now surrounded it.

I attempted to follow that up with a Boneshatter, but the beast was onto my tricks now, and it shrugged off my magic.

Before it could fully submerge itself and flee to the depths with its meal, Nestian dug his axe into the massive whale-like titan with one final swing.

Aenland crawled out of the Leviathan’s now loosely gaping maw as the unimaginably massive body sunk down below the water’s surface, and then vanished into the darkness.

As we gathered up anything that might be useful and licked our wounds, we discussed what next. There was supposed to be a gateway to the Dancing Hut in this room, somewhere. We decided while we were here we should try to figure it out.

Nestian borrowed Aenland’s goggles and dove beneath the surface of the pool, swimming deeper and deeper, until he, too, vanished into the dark. He came back a few moments later, and explained that there was a glyph in the side of the pool, which could be used to dispel the darkness, which would also make the pool magic. Using the pool for an hour while this was active could rejuvenate us, in the same way certain powerful clerical spells could. The glyph could also be used to teleport into the Dancing Hut. However, Nestian didn’t know how to activate the glyph. He believed that I should take a look at it later, next time we come back. I’m inclined to agree. I didn’t really fancy a trip all the way to the Dancing Hut if the activation didn’t go off without a hitch first try. If it was made by anyone other than Baba Yaga I’d feel confident I could do it no problem, but our kindly grandmother’s magical creations have proven tricky in the past.

Also Nestian did not find the body of the Leviathan down there, which admittedly has me slightly concerned. I’m hoping it just means it was either summoned here, or it was taken back to the Dancing Hut after we slayed it. What I’m worried about is, if it was put there by Baba Yaga, what if it’s like many of the creatures in the Hut, which would return to life and continue doing their designated guard duty or puzzle or what-have-you after a certain amount of time passed? I don’t want to fight that thing again. That pool is not worth it.

When we were finished, we decided to teleport directly back to the Clocktower, to avoid being seen coming and going too often.

Aenland headed out with Nevra when the sun was setting, off to find the Night Monarch and save Xanthadon’s soul.

I hope she is actually salvageable, when all is said and done. Aenland did a shitload to try to save her, he’s really put a lot of himself into this. And Xanthadon’s kind of…crazy. She didn’t ever once think Aenland wouldn’t be okay with her whole using dead elves for a fungal army thing? And I mean, yeah, she didn’t choose to serve a Demon Lord, but she’s sure as fuck embraced it. What if there’s nothing left of her, when he pulls away all the demons and plots and trauma? I’m worried how he’ll take that, if that does happen.

Not like I’m one to talk. I’ve been keeping this shaky peace between the others and Keisuke, and I’ve probably stretched it as far as it will go. I know he isn’t a good person, and I know the others have very good reason to hate him. I just…hope he will listen, so that hopefully the others never have to interact with him again, and it never comes to a fight.

Is that naïve of me? To just this one time not want to fight? Nestian and Edeya have both had situations in which they’ve faced a problem and decided they wanted to solve it without killing. I know when we first met I thought they—especially Nestian—were weak and foolish for looking for way to avoid killing their problems. But…just this once can I have that too?

…

It’s just on my mind, because I know we’re going there tomorrow.

Anyways, while Aenland and Nevra were both safely out of potential eavesdropping range, I pulled Nestian aside for a talk. See…after we beat Kostchtchie we’d had a little conversation. It was just a passing thing at the time, but it bothered me. We were talking about how we’d just killed a Demon Lord (former Demon Lord, whatever), and I said it was good practice for going after Treerazor next. And Aenland said it was good practice for him. So I said something about how, obviously we were coming along. And Aenland said it was a Kyonin problem, it was none of our concern. And I snapped at him slightly saying it was his problem, so it was our concern. Nestian steered us onto another subject before it could become an all-out argument.

But I went back and talked to Aenland later, told him that he was being ridiculous if he thought we wouldn’t come and help him face a nascent Demon Lord. He had better chances of winning—and surviving—if he had us with him. Aenland at first argued that we all had our own lives to live that didn’t revolve around each other’s problems. I told him all I planned to do after this was travel. So I’d travel to Kyonin and fight Treerazor with him of my own volition if I had to. He said something about me dying and leaving Greta waiting for me, to which I told him he’s daft if he thinks Greta wouldn’t be right there with me. Which only made him double down because then he was arguing that we were both going to get ourselves killed. So I told him, what the hell? We just beat a former Demon Lord. Treerazor isn’t even an actual Demon Lord! And we’re only going to get more powerful going forward, not less. I, for one, intend to get Mythic Power from my wish from Baba Yaga, so I know I’m going to be plenty capable to handling myself thank-you-very-much.

So then Aenland finally fucking laid it out, what his actual problem was. He already lost two family members to Treerazor. He didn’t want to see that happen again.

And just, fuck, how are you supposed to respond to that? Because I still know I’m right. He’s going to get himself killed going and doing this without us. He needs us there. But he doesn’t trust us enough to believe we can hold our own in a fight, and maybe even know when to pull back if things actually are too nasty. Even after all this time together. He just projects his trauma onto us instead of trusting us. So what am I supposed to say to that? Because he’s not listening to any of my perfectly sound arguments!

So I told him, fine. I don’t agree with you, but I’ll drop it for now.

And that brings me to Nestian. Because I don’t know how in the Nine Hells to handle Aenland when he gets emotional and up in all in his own head. But Nestian is good at dealing with him. So I went to Nestian and laid out pretty much everything I just wrote above.

Nestian told me to approach it from a different angle. That next time it comes up, I should talk to Aenland about how being left behind will make us feel rather than trying to approach him with hard logic. Remind him how he felt when he lost his family, and let him know that’s how we would feel if he ran off to do this on his own and died without us being there to help him. The guilt, blaming yourself for not being able to save him.

I can’t say Nestian’s picture rings entirely true, however. If he went out and got himself killed, I wouldn’t feel like it was my fault he died. That’s ridiculous. I’d feel like it was his fault he died and like he’s an idiot. And I would miss that stupid idiot.

As I was thanking Nestian for his insight and making to take my leave, Nestian mentioned something about how I should get some rest because we’d be venturing into the Dancing Hut to find Anastasia tomorrow. This gave me pause. I asked him if he was sure that’s what he wanted to do next—after all, we hadn’t found his mother while fixing the Eon Pit, and her Eidolon was still with Keisuke. I’d figured he’d want that to be our top priority.

He stopped and I could practically see the wheels turning in his head as everything clicked into place. He immediately sounded worried and agreed that we should pay Keisuke a visit in the morning to rescue his mother, who he felt was probably in even more danger now that the Nonagon was back in working order. I don’t know if that’s true or not, but I know I’m going to do my best to convince Keisuke to release them into my care, and hopefully avoid a confrontation.

Nestian asked me why I cared so much about Keisuke, really—feeling that my prior explanation that I owed him my life did not really cover it at this point. And he’s right, it doesn’t. I haven’t thought about things with Keisuke in relation to him having raised me from the dead in a long time.

I told Nestian the truth. At least the truth in the best way I could articulate it. How I feel about Keisuke has been…complicated, for a while now. I don’t know that even I, skilled as I am at speaking my mind, could really get it across properly. But I told him the most accurate truth I could. I told him that if we’d met at any other point in time besides when we did—be it me without my memories or as the Grimm Rider—if we hadn’t travelled together and gotten to know each other, they would have all wanted to kill me just as much as they want to kill Keisuke. At the very least I don’t doubt Aenland would—he shot Keisuke for a single wrong word at the wrong time the first time we met, before we really knew anything about him except that he was a necromancer and someone from my past. I was only different in their eyes because of them—both because they know me now, but also because just being with them and Greta has made me different than I was. If we’d met at any other time I’d just be some showy necromancer in their way.

Nestian disagreed. He believed that even if we’d met at a different point in time, we could have come to an understanding in a way the others can’t with Keisuke. Because, according to Nestian, I am not pointlessly cruel. I don’t just hurt and kill innocent people for fun. I argued that hurting innocent people was just a waste of energy—it wasn’t some moral stance on my part, I just know it’s an ineffective waste of my time that I could be focusing elsewhere. Nestian pointed out that plenty of people we’ve fought didn’t think so—they tortured and killed just for their own amusement. I argued that this only proved my point, because we’d killed all of them, so clearly that wasn’t the best way to go about gaining and holding power.

Nestian claimed that I’m a better person than I give myself credit for. He pointed out that I’d never hidden a thing about who I really am from Greta, and we were still together, still love each other. He said that he didn’t think Greta would stay with someone if they were as bad as Keisuke—so we were clearly on a different level. That…I couldn’t argue. Greta might not care about the whole morality thing any more than I do, but I can’t imagine her being happy with someone like Keisuke. For one thing I think she’d rip his throat out the first time he hurt someone she cared about and then tried to act like he was the victim for not knowing ahead of time that he shouldn’t kill that one particular person.

I’ve been…perhaps more patient with such things than I should be. But…like I said it’s complicated.

We bid each other a good night shortly after, and I returned to Grimm Labyrinthus to write in peace for a while. If they need me again tonight, Aenland has the Stone of Far Speech. I just…need to get into the right headspace for tomorrow. I know that despite his promise, Aenland is chomping at the bit to have another shot at Keisuke. And Nestian has every reason to hate him, and to want to see him dead. I wouldn’t have even blamed him if he were to decide by this point that was done with letting me try to talk to him. But Nestian is nothing if not patient. Really the only people I’m certain won’t just go for his head the second they see an opportunity are Talsune and Greta. I know I can trust Greta, and I can feel from Talsune his intention to not start anything so long as Keisuke doesn’t act first, for my sake. They’re both really better than I deserve.

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I…should take Nestian’s advice. And try to get some rest. Not that I expect I’ll sleep well tonight. I’ve got a long day ahead of me tomorrow.