#i got carried away hehe. whoops

[vgilantee]

Hmmm you want Price sharing thoughts, you say?

What about him inviting the guys into his office while you’re bent over his wooden desk? Whether or not they know what they’re walking into is up to you, but just imagine the gasps they let out when they see their captain slamming into your wet cunt. Your face pressed against the wood of his desk, tits pressed against it too (and Soap’s eyes fly to your lonely nipples way too quick, desperately wanting to suck on them while his captain is balls deep in you). Moans and whines falling from your bite-swollen lips as he just keeps stretching you out so deep and so full.

Imagine how Price talks about you to his men while he’s fucking you. He’ll call on each of them, sometimes one at a time, sometimes not. And he’ll tell them to stand next to his desk and watch. Watch how your ass ripples when he ruts it. Watch how your brows furrow when he angles his hips in such a cruel way, so he’s hitting your g-spot even better.

More to come (pun not intended) when I have more time :)

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price has his hand on the back of your neck, fingers pushed up into the hair on the nape of your neck with his nails occasionally scratching at your scalp. your cheek pressed firmly into his desk and a puddle of drool builds around your mouth and soaks the side of your face, mixing with tears as you babble for price. asking for more, pleading for god knows what, calling him price and sir and captain and john.

you barely register the sound of the door opening and the three pairs of boots that stop just at the edge of your vision. it wasn’t the first time price had played with you (read: fucked you brainless) in front of the three of them. hell they’ve all had their way with you under his watchful eye. but this was a punishment. not for you, no no. for them.

the last time the four of them had you, price had noticed that while they’d all made you cum, you weren’t a boneless, brainless mess. and that just wouldn’t do. if he was going to let his most trusted men take care of his girl, the love of his life and the most important person in his world, the they’d do it right.

price doesn’t stop his abuse on your poor, swollen cunt while he talks to them, doesn’t slow his ministrations as you whine and cry out, clenching down and cumming around his cock with a cracked scream. he just keeps talking to them conversationally, his captain voice heavy with lust. all three men ignore the moans that occasionally break price’s instructions just as price ignores the way gaz adjusts his twitching cock at the sound and soap’s eyes haven’t left your tits. at least ghost has the manners to not touch himself without permission and to keep his eyes on his captain (despite how desperately he wants to watch the way your pretty little pussy sucks in price’s cock and leaves a milky ring)

the next few hours - though you aren’t entirely sure how long, the only thing you know for certain is that at some point between price spanking your ass raw and soap biting your nipple, you pass out - price talks each man through how to make you cum in various ways. each have their own preference of course, and price helps them learn how to have you shaking and dumb after each orgasm. you lose count of how many you have, and how many times you get cum on, the only think making it into your silly little, cockdrunk brain is price’s voice telling you how good you’re doing “lettin’ my boys take care of ya, sweet thing. doing so well, takin’ their cocks n mouths. don’t worry your pretty little head, love, i’ll do all the thinkin’ for ya. just feel good ‘n’ cum for us”

(*cough* @glossysoap)

[kitten4sannie]

𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔠𝔦𝔱𝔶

pairing: criminal! yunho x fem! reader (criminal) x criminal! jongho

genre: smut, cyberpunk au?? kinda, kinda lore compliant

summary: After finishing up a late night drug deal, you find yourself getting arrested by two suspicious policemen.

w.c: 6.1k

warnings: *possibly triggering content* drug usage, jongho and yunho play a little bit of bad cop nasty cop with reader jshshd <33, hard dom! yunho, dom! jongho, bratty sub! reader, dubcon elements, mxm, kissing, brat taming, degradation, praise, pet names, exhibitionism/voyeurism, manhandling, fingering, spit kink (so muchhh), face slapping, pussy slapping, spamking, oral (receiving), size kink, breeding kink, bulge kink, unprotected sex, sloppy seconds, creampies, squirting, slight dumbification

a/n: choo chooooo 🚂 next stop is smut cityyy – i mean, night city hehe whoops <33 just fyi i renamed the fic and changed the aesthetic to better fit the vibe. also i stg i gave yunho grillz before the teaser came out and i just - someone please write seonghwa with grillz,, i will kiss the ground that you walk on 🧎🏻‍♀️ anyways enjoyy bc this one goes on forever and everrr ٩( 'ω' )و

song rec: numb to the feeling, slow down by chase atlantic

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“How much for Night Serum?” a soft-spoken, disheveled man asked you, only allowing you to see his dry, quivering lips and the few beads of sweat that were rolling along his chin, the rest of his face hidden underneath the heaviness of his coat hood. 

Leaning your back against the slightly damp alley wall behind you, your fingers traced the outline of a small pocket that you had sewn onto the inside of your jacket. “120 for a vial.”

He pulled out a wad of cash from his pocket and smashed it down into your open palm. “I want two.” 

You counted the money and shoved it away into your tank top, then fished out two small vials filled with a glowing blue liquid from the small pocket, dropping them into the man’s eager hands. “Pleasure doing business with you,” you said mostly to yourself, the man already fast walking his way out of there and tossing his head back to down it. You watched with envy as he let out a blissful sigh and headed towards a hologram of a beautiful woman that was beckoning him inside the building she was posted in front of.  

With your hands shoved inside your hoodie pockets, you followed in the direction of the man, heading back out onto the semi-empty street and mindlessly walking down it, your eyes settling on the plethora of neon signs around you, some advertising 24-hour ramen shops and bars where you could drink your sorrows away, some flashing red XXX’s at you, enticing you to settle for a quick fuck with a lovebot of your choosing. None of it really interested you these days. No matter what you did, everything just felt numb. Muted. All you wanted was to feel alive again. Before you could think, you pulled one of the little vials out from your jacket and looked down at it, eventually opening it and swishing the liquid around. 

A pair of blue and red lights suddenly blinded you, an irritatingly loud siren joining in as well to overwhelm your senses. “Oh, fuck,” you reacted, suddenly taking a step back once you realized you had done something incriminating right next to an idle cop car. Just your luck. The vial smashed onto the ground just as you ran in the opposite direction, glancing back in horror to see an intimidatingly solid man with large thighs and equally large biceps already catching up with you.

“Stop right there!” he called out, reaching his hand out in your direction, amused by the fear in your eyes and the quickening pace of your steps.  

You carried your body down the pavement as fast as you could, your lungs already on fire from routinely panting and breathing in the cold night air. Your breath escaped your lungs completely when you were suddenly yanked backwards by the collar of your jacket, the color leaving your face once you got a good look at the serious man standing behind you. 

“Possession of illegal drugs and evading the law. That’s enough for a few months in the slammer,” the man said with a smirk, bending over slightly and lifting you up over his shoulder with ease. You squeaked at the feeling of his arms squeezing around your body, hitting your fists into his solid back and yelling at him to let you go. Whistling a bit, he simply carried you back to his taller, older looking partner who was leaning against the police car with his arms folded across his chest. 

“What do we have here?” Yunho mused, a mysterious glint hidden within his coffee brown eyes. 

Once Jongho placed you down onto the ground, you tried to take off, instantly being yanked backwards by the taller man and shoved down face-first onto the hood of the police car. “Trying to run again, huh? Seems like we have a little troublemaker on our hands.”

“Fuck you,” you replied with your cheek smushed into the cold metal of the hood, groaning from how rough Yunho was as he grabbed your wrists and forced them behind your back in an uncomfortable position. 

“She’s feisty,” Yunho commented to his partner, the two of them exchanging pleased glances with each other, just as you heard a click sound and the sensation of something cold and heavy hanging on your wrists. You were fucked. Completely and utterly fucked. So why were you elated? “You have the right to remain silent, pretty girl. Everything you say can and will…” his voice trailed off a bit, focusing on pressing himself against your ass, sighing at the sensation. “…be held against you.” 

“And you have the right to choke on a dick,” you retorted, squeezing your thighs together, both disgusted and turned on knowing that you could feel just how large the man was in every sense of the word. 

“She wants me,” Yunho stated, grinning at his friend. Jongho playfully shook his head at Yunho, who chuckled and stepped aside. 

Your fingers twitched behind you, biting down on your lip in anticipation for what was next until you began to feel strong hands sliding up and down your thighs, then to your ass, his fingers squeezing into them and spreading you apart through your thin joggers, making your brain feel a bit fuzzy around the edges. “Wh-what do you think you’re doing?” you questioned weakly, lifting your head up to look back at Jongho with a glare. 

“It’s called a body search, sweetheart.” Jongho continued, moving his hands up your waist, going in a slow, deliberate manner, like he was trying to memorize how your body felt inside his hands. Once he got to your chest, he kneaded and squeezed your tits, able to pinch your nipples through your thin tank top, drawing a stilted moan from your lips. 

“Y-you’re a fucking pervert,” you scowled, squirming around, Jongho’s hands continuing to grope at your tits until he pulled the wad of bills out of your top. Before you could protest, Yunho grabbed a section of your hair and lifted your head up to make you look at him, causing you to whimper. 

“You’re the little pervert here, princess. Moaning and squirming around during a simple search. I bet you’re wet too.” 

“Sh-shut up…” you mumbled, your cheeks hot to the touch, comforted by the cold metal of the hood when the man let go of your hair. 

“Uh-huh.” Yunho lowered his hand to your ass and grabbed it roughly, before sliding his hand in between your thighs, rubbing at the underside of your clothed cunt, pressing his digits down where he presumed your clit was. “Is this where you keep your drugs? In this little pussy of yours?” 

You didn’t know what the hell was going on, but you almost didn’t want it to stop. You knew Night City was going to shit, but were these two assholes really allowed to be a part of the force with the way they were acting? Well, anything was possible. “Show me your badges,” you suddenly commanded, only for you to get flipped onto your backside, looking up at the two men who were staring down at you with hungry eyes. “Prove that you’re real cops.” 

Yunho laughed a bit to himself, nudging Jongho out of habit. Jongho gave him a gummy smile, looking sweeter than he should have. His face sharpened when he looked down at you, his tongue poking into his cheek, casually holding what appeared to be a police badge in front of your face, which confused you even more. If he hadn’t just groped you and taken your hard earned money, you would’ve believed that he could listen to reason, unlike the psychopath that stood there gripping the outline of his unreasonably large package. “You want proof, huh, little slut? I got my baton right here.”

You looked as bored as you possibly could, tilting your head, responding with a simple, “Is that it?” The man didn’t appreciate that very much, simply yanking you up from the hood of the car and shoving you into the backseat before accompanying you. 

“I know you want to keep acting like a stubborn little brat, but I know you want this just as much as we do,” Yunho said into your ear, nibbling on your earlobe with his teeth, sending a shiver through you. “I bet you’re soaking wet. Don’t you think, Jjong? Our little plaything is probably gushing for us, huh?” 

Putting the car in drive using the stick shift, Jongho pulled out onto the street, eyeing you through the rearview mirror, the corner of his lips lifting upwards. “Wouldn’t hurt to check.”

Yunho slipped his hand past your joggers, cupping your bare pussy and hearing the audible squelching sounds of your abundant arousal. You were a mess. Is this what Night City turned you into? Someone who was willing to be used by two unhinged strangers? You didn’t like the answer, but at this point, you were too invested to care. “Fuck me, you’re even wetter than I thought. We got a little whore on our hands, Jjong.” 

“Are you gonna do something about it, or what?” you challenged Yunho, your heart ready to burst out of your chest due to the rush of adrenaline flooding your brain. 

On the drive back to what you assumed was their residence, Yunho and Jongho both appreciated your encouragement, resulting in your joggers being pulled down past your knees and your dripping cunt being pounded by two of the “officer’s” sizable fingers.  

As Jongho turned the leather steering wheel to the right to make a turn at an empty intersection, he cleared his throat, gaining the attention of his partner in crime. “Add a third finger, Yun. Stretch her out for me.” 

“On it.” Yunho didn’t even bother hiding his giddiness, chuckling to himself, before pursing his lips to drip some saliva down onto his fingers. Being finger-fucked by him was almost the equivalent to having a cock inside you, especially if he filled you with three. He had a habit of breaking his toys too quickly, so he decided he would take his time preparing you for the real thing. 

“I’m really starting to think that the two of you aren’t real cops,” you chimed sarcastically, finally having calmed down a bit, eyeing Jongho through the rearview mirror, who gave you a cheeky wink, before glaring over at Yunho, instantly annoyed by the smirk that his pretty lips twisted into. 

“What makes you say that, princess?” the man asked aloofly, slipping a third equally long, equally thick finger into your tight entrance and stretching it open, leaving with you a pleasant burning sensation. 

“You’re literally knuckles deep in me right now, asshole!” you spat in his direction, resulting in a quick, though rough slap to your cheek, a stinging imprint of Yunho’s large hand still left on your face. It made you leak, aiding him in his quest to make you fall apart. 

“Is that any way to speak to an officer of the law?” Reveling in your clear shock and the influx of arousal slipping past his thrusting fingers, Yunho shook his head. “Oh, you dumb little girl. I’m obviously doing a routine cavity search. Checking for drugs and such.” He began to curl his digits and rub at the little spongy area that made your eyes roll back, noticing how you started to clench around him. “Though I don’t think you can fit anything into this tiny pussy of yours, but you’re more than welcome to try with my cock.” 

“A-as if I’d want your disgusting cock anywhere near me. You’re only getting away with this because I’m fucking handcuffed!” you grunted out, trying to bite back the moans you so desperately wanted to let out, the fire in your belly about to erupt into something that you couldn’t even try to tame. “I’d be choking the fuck out of you if I could use my hands.” 

Yunho opened his mouth and dragged his tongue across his top set of teeth, the silver finishing of what seemed to be a bottom set of grillz glimmering in the light. “Kinky. I’d like that.” 

You couldn’t tell if you wanted to spit on him or kiss him, so you simply looked on, finding Jongho’s eyes routinely locking with yours when he didn’t have to immediately focus on the road. He had hardly spoken a word to you and yet you found yourself pulsing around Yunho’s thick fingers just from having him stare you down. You were getting close and you couldn’t quite hide it anymore, your eyebrows starting to move upwards, mouth beginning to hang open, and your moans coming out embarrassingly high pitched in response to the pads of Yunho’s fingers rubbing at your g-spot. 

Jongho chuckled to himself, licking at the corner of his lips. “Are you going to fall apart for him, doll?” You could see his arm shift a bit and the side of his forearm coming in and out of view from where you were sitting. “Are you going to–fuck–cum all over his fingers?” He was starting to sound out of breath. The motherfucker was jerking himself off and driving at the same time. To be quite honest, you were more disappointed that you couldn’t watch than the fact that he was risking all of your lives on the freeway. Maybe you were just like them. Just maybe. 

Yunho pressed his lips onto the shell of your ear, feeling you routinely squeezing around him. He needed to send you over the edge. “Cum for me, pretty girl. You know you want to.” You pulsed around him, giving him a good idea of what you wanted to hear next. Sending his tongue up along your earlobe and biting it roughly, making you shudder, he growled, “Be a good girl for me and fucking cum.” 

A ragged cry escaped your dry throat as Yunho shoved his fingers inside you one last time, keeping them there, your arousal pouring out of you, getting all over his veiny forearm and the leather seat below. Once you recovered, you cleared your throat and blew a bit of hair out of your eyes, side-eyeing Yunho. “This is the only way you get girls to fuck you, huh? By handcuffing them and putting them in the back of your car?” 

Yunho felt a surge of anger shoot through him, but it went straight to his cock. “Fuck, you really do like being a little brat for us, don’t you? Because you like how we put you in your place, huh, baby?” Yunho ran a ringed finger through your hair and pushed a few locks of it behind your ear, his dark eyes studying your flushed face with an intensity that made you throb. 

“We’re here,” Jongho interjected, pressing a button on a small remote he had in his hand, the sliding metal garage door in front of the car slowly rising up, revealing a spacious garage complete with a secondhand sofa, a TV, a large toolbox, and randomly assorted car parts wrapped in bubble-wrap lying on the floor in the corner. 

You disregarded their set up, not needing to ask to know that they were probably up to some shady shit. It didn’t matter, anyway. You did what you had to do as well to keep up with the city that was both decaying and upgrading itself at the same time. 

Once Yunho pulled you out of the backseat, you motioned your head to your restraints. “Can you take these off now that you’re done with your little show? If we’re going to fuck, I don’t need my arms to be going numb.” 

He chuckled, sending Jongho a quick, pleased glance as his friend took a step behind you and put the tiny key into the slot to unclasp the handcuffs, not letting you go before he reached around you, pulling your jacket off, leaving you in just a thin tank top. Jongho noticed the sound of two vials clinking together, feeling through the jacket and slipping his fingers inside the secret compartment. 

“Go on and get comfortable, sweetheart,” Yunho chimed, nodding his head up at you, watching you with dark eyes as you sat down in the middle of the couch, one leg crossed over the other. 

Jongho stood next to him, handing him one of the vials. “Is this the stuff she’s selling?” Yunho mumbled, holding it up in the light, eyeing the chemical blue liquid sloshing around inside. “Night Serum, huh? What’s a pretty girl like you doing selling something like this, anyways?” 

You shrugged. “I gotta make a living somehow.” 

He tapped his finger against the glass, watching as a tiny bubble formed inside. “You wanna try it?” 

“I mean, yeah, but are you sure you want to?” you questioned, tilting your head. “One of my regulars told me he downed a vial and fucked a lovebot so hard, its system shut down halfway through.” 

Yunho smirked at Jongho, before pressing his shoulder into yours. “I mean, you’re the one that’s acting as our little lovebot for tonight, so are you prepared for that?” 

Were you? You weren’t too sure of much, to be frank. Just that you wanted to be used and abused by the sleazy pair of fake cops (mechanics?) hovering over you. You simply nodded at him, licking at the corner of your lips. 

“Bottoms up,” Yunho purred into your ear, tilting the glass back and allowing the liquid to drip into his mouth. Before he swallowed it all, he grabbed your chin and forced his mouth onto yours. 

“Mmfff…” you mumbled into his mouth, looking back at him, barely able to handle him shoving his tongue down your throat. The effects were almost instantaneous; your senses and any physical sensations you felt were immediately heightened to the tenth degree. Not only that, but you felt the overwhelming urge to be filthy. You could see why everyone wanted to get their hands on it. 

This discovery almost distracted you from what was going on in front of you. Yunho had grabbed Jongho by the collar, his other hand clutching the back of the younger man’s head, their lips and tongues eagerly entwining, both occasionally biting at each other’s lips. 

Once Yunho sucked on Jongho’s tongue and swallowed down some of their combined spit, he pulled back slightly, their now swollen lips barely touching, the both of them breathing in the same air, sending pleasant zaps of arousal below the belt. “What do you want to do next, Jjong? Tell me.” 

Almost breathless, Jongho cleared his throat, a faint blush on his cheeks. “I want to eat her out,” he mumbled, looking past Yunho and making eye contact with you. “I want her to squirt for me, Yun.”

Yunho smirked, running his thumb across the younger man’s glistening bottom lip. “Mm, you want our pretty little toy to make a mess, huh?” 

Jongho nodded, smiling softly. “A big mess, yeah.” 

-

With your thighs being held open forcefully by two strong hands, you squirmed around inside Yunho’s lap, barely able to handle the visual of Jongho ravaging your swollen cunt, his nose grinding repeatedly against your clit, his tongue buried deep inside your hole, and his dilated eyes focused solely on yours. 

“Stay still, kitten,” Yunho purred, gripping the undersides of your thighs and bringing them upwards so that your knees were up by your chest on either side. “Let my pretty boy take care of you.” 

Jongho groaned softly at his friend’s sentence, his hand closing tightly around his cock, fisting it with diligence. He plunged his tongue in and out of you, only stopping to purse his lips and let the mix of arousal and spit drip down onto your clit. Eyeing the wetness longingly, he smacked his hand down onto you, sending a bolt of pleasure through your body,before going back down to slurp all the escaping arousal back into his mouth. 

“Don’t swallow, Jjong.” Yunho reached around your shoulder to clutch your jaw, forcing it open, your tongue lolling out of your mouth. “Let her taste.” 

Jongho slowly stood up and hovered over the both of you, sending the mixture of fluids into your open mouth, replacing Yunho’s hand on your jaw to shut it. 

Just as you were about to swallow it down, Yunho growled, “Hold it,” near your ear, smiling slightly at the small, obedient nod you gave him. He grabbed Jongho by the chin and pulled him in for a kiss that mostly consisted of teeth and tongue, tasting you on him. The two men grunted and groaned, their hands automatically reaching for each other’s cocks, haphazardly stroking them until they were dripping more and more pre-cum by the second.

“Mmmn,” you mumbled with your mouth full, your back warm against Yunho’s heated chest, your pussy throbbing with urgency the longer you watched them pleasure one another. 

Yunho rubbed his thumb over Jongho’s slit, making him gasp and pull away due to how sensitive he was, a few strings of saliva still joining their lips. “Cute.” He chuckled, almost forgetting you were there until he saw the way you were begging for his attention with your eyes. “Aww, poor baby. Here’s your reward for waiting.” He tilted your face towards his and sent a wad of spit down your throat, making you moan and pulse heavily around Jongho’s tongue once he had returned to the space he took up between your thighs. “Good, now spit it out onto your cute little cunt like a good whore.” 

Biting your lip, you angled your head down and sent the warm liquid down onto yourself in globs, feeling it spread out over your clit and drip down your puffy folds. 

“Good girl,” Yunho praised, reaching down to rub the rough pad of his thumb back and forth over your clit at a rapid speed. He pressed kisses onto your neck, licking and biting at it, enjoying the myriad of moans and whines you let out the closer you got to your release. 

It only took one forceful squeeze of your clit and the feeling of being stretched open by Jongho’s large tongue for you to cum so hard you saw stars. When you came to, Jongho was licking your squirt from his chin, his eyes hooded and hair completely soaked in your release. 

Yunho cupped your cunt and palmed it just to feel your body begin to shudder against his from the overstimulation, smiling fondly at the sight of Jongho’s rampant lust. “Did you like being squirted on, baby bear?” 

He nodded with enthusiasm, standing up to show Yunho his softened length that was covered in his own release, smiling cheekily. “Very much so.” 

“Mm, that’s what I like to see,” Yunho nodded approvingly, his fingers idly slipping into your soaked hole and scissoring his fingers apart. Moaning, you pressed your head back against one of his broad shoulders. He placed his lips onto your cheek near your jaw, humming against your hot skin. “Ready to take my cock, sugar?” 

-

Laying on the couch with your legs spread open, you suddenly stiffened up when you felt Yunho’s cockhead press against your entrance, his large hands gripping onto your hips. You looked down at his condom-less cock, asking, “And what do you think you’re doing?” 

“Aww, come on, princess,” he purred, grabbing one of your ass cheeks and kneading it around. “You’ll let me hit it raw, won’t you? Don’t you want to feel my big cock rubbing against your pretty little cunt?” Sensing Jongho’s presence near him, Yunho moved out of the way and spread your pussy open, watching as Jongho sent a wad of spit directly onto your slit.

You were practically melting in Yunho’s grasp from hearing his filthy words said in such a patronizingly sweet tone and feeling Jongho’s spit drip down your heat, barely able to handle his intense gaze. Yunho tapped your cheek with two fingers. “Tell Jjong that you want it. That you want to feel me pump you full of my cum.” He took a second to let out a pleased sigh, his cock throbbing inside his grasp. “Tell him that you like that he’s going to watch me use you before he gets a turn.” 

“I-i want it,” you murmured with a pout, your eyes solely focused on Jongho. “I w-want to feel Yunho’s cum inside me…and…” You were both so fixated on each other that you didn’t even notice when Yunho slapped his cock down onto your lower abdomen, pre cum smearing across your skin. 

“Finish the sentence, doll,” Jongho requested, his soft, though commanding voice sending a shiver up your spine. 

Your eyelids lowered, feeling yourself begin to pulse in between your thighs. “You’re going to watch me while I get used by Yunho before you get a turn with me.” After hearing Jongho’s small groan and seeing the lust take over his features, you unconsciously spread yourself further open like you were about to take him instead of Yunho, which they both greatly appreciated. 

Yunho suddenly slapped his length down onto your abdomen, lining it up so that you all could see just how far he would reach inside you. The tip of his cock reached just above your belly button. You whimpered, feeling dizzy at the sight of it, wondering how something so big was going to fit. Yunho, however, was having the time of his life. “Oh my god, I’m going to rearrange your fucking guts,” Yunho groaned huskily, sliding his cock back and forth across your clit, using your combined arousal to stimulate the both of you. Enjoying the sounds of your small, breathless moans, he smacked his cock down onto your clit, making you let out a sudden gasp. 

“G-go slow, okay?” your voice not coming out as commanding as you wanted it to, your eyebrows furrowed, despite giving the two men a pout. “I don’t want to be split in half.” 

Yunho could’ve cum right then and there, too delighted with your acknowledgement of your clear size difference.

Noticing his friend zoning out, Jongho wiped some of the drool that was starting to escape Yunho’s lips. “What’s on your mind, Yun?” 

Yunho smiled gleefully at Jongho. “I’m going to break her, aren’t I?” 

Jongho shook his head, returning the same glazed over look that Yunho was giving him. “We’re going to break her.” 

-

You couldn’t quite remember how you got here — getting pounded into next week by some pervert with grillz and a silver chain hanging in your face, letting him use you to his heart’s content, while his partner simply watched on, steadily fisting his cock with unwavering enthusiasm. You never would’ve guessed that you’d be getting your brains fucked out in some random criminal's rundown garage that night, instead of just heading back to your apartment downtown. 

“Jjong, she’s zoning out again,” Yunho spoke up in between grunts, letting go on one of your spread thighs to rake his fingers through his sweaty hair. “What should I do?” 

Repositioning himself on the couch beside you, Jongho grasped your chin and tilted it upwards. “Give her a little smack.” 

Smirking, Yunho backhanded you, just hard enough to bring you back to reality, immediately allowing you to feel the immense pressure of the man’s hips rocking into yours, his cock plugging you up over and over. “Fuck, if you’re going to smack me, then at least aim for my p–”

Yunho’s large hand slammed down onto your cunt, his calloused palm rubbing against your swollen clit, replacing your words with a choked moan and bringing a smile to his sweaty face. 

“Again,” you said, your demand coming out as a plea instead, your legs starting to tremble against the slippery couch. “Do it again.” 

“Who knew such a feisty little thing would become such a needy slut for us?” he asked his friend, who shrugged his shoulders. Yunho removed his hand from your pulsing cunt, instead lifting your hips up and slamming into you at a deeper angle, making you let out a yell of pleasure.  “Would you like to do the honors and help make our new little toy cum all over my cock, Jjong?” 

Jongho immediately brought his hand down and slapped it directly onto your clit, not giving you a second to react, before he did it again, both him and Yunho watching with delight as your arousal began to squirt out of you like a small fountain. "Good girl," he sighed, sliding his fingers through the wetness and spreading it over your swollen clit.  

You looked to Jongho for a moment, your cheeks burning from the way he was gazing down at you with his pulsing cock in his hand, but Yunho's grip on your jaw brought your attention back to the cock that was currently drilling into your spasming cunt. "P-please cum," was all you could verbalize, a line of drool escaping past your lips.

Yunho continued to fuck you through the overstimulation, leaving your inner walls slick and warm with the heavy amounts of pre-cum that were spilling out of his cock. “Mm, that’s right. I bet a slut like you wants to feel every drop of my load when it spills into your womb. Don’t you? You want to know the exact moment that you get pregnant for me, huh?” 

You let out a long, drawn-out moan, gripping the edge of the couch, chipping off some of the faux leather material from the cushion with your nails. “I’ll…nnngh…kill you if you get me pregnant…” 

“What, you don’t like the idea of someone like me pumping you full of my kids?” he asked near your ear, his body pressing heavily against you, smacking his hand into your ass so harshly, he left a lasting handprint. 

“N-no, dumbass,” you choked out, throwing your head back into the couch cushion once Yunho persistently bucked his hips into you, sloppily and without nuance, like you were just a sex doll he had just purchased from Night City’s local rundown sex shop. 

Yunho scoffed, shaking his head, his raven locks starting to stick to his forehead. “Then why are you throbbing around my cock, pretty girl? Why are you about to cum all over it?” He bit his bottom lip, pulling all the way out and shoving himself back into you, your combined arousal making a filthy squelching sound. “You want it so bad, you’ll let Jongho fill you up too, won’t you?” 

“Fuck, just fill me up, please, both of you,” you finally admitted, your voice barely coming out, the way Yunho picking up his speed and slamming himself repeatedly into your sopping wet cunt sending you into another state of euphoria.

“I'm gonna fill you up, baby. Oh, fuck, here it comes,” the man grunted in between thrusts, letting out a series of low, gutteral sounds, holding his hand down on the bulge in your lower abdomen, cum shooting out of his cock in long spurts, coating your walls with white. It felt so good, you almost lost it, whimpering and whining. “Yeah, you fucking like that, don’t you? You like how big I feel inside you? Like I'm gonna split you open, huh?” You simply nodded, unable to think, let alone speak. Chuckling smugly, Yunho pulled out, fisting his cock until a few more dribbles of cum leaked out of him and dripped down your mound. 

Before you could ever take a breath, you were suddenly being lifted up by Yunho and being set down onto Jongho’s lap. “Ready, doll?” the younger man asked, running his calloused hands up along your curves, squeezing at the softest parts of your body, his fingers settling on your tits and tweaking them.

“Yes, sir,” you moaned softly, your words flipping a switch inside Jongho’s mind. 

Jongho picked your hips up and lowered you down onto his thick length, slowly pushing the entirety of it inside, his hips already moving like it was second nature to him, efficiently fucking Yunho’s cum back into you, some of the milkiness dribbling down to the younger man’s heavy balls. “Feels good?” 

“Really good.” You panted, wrapping your arms around his neck, holding onto him. “So good. More, please.” 

When Yunho nudged his neck and jawline with his lips, whispering something into his pierced ear, his tongue eventually sliding across his heated skin, Jongho leaned his head back, inviting it. He kept one hand on your hip, the other moving to stroke his friend’s cock. “If you want more, you’ll have to work for it,” Jongho stated, smiling lazily at you, his hand moving down to squeeze your ass. “Ride me, baby. Make it bounce.” 

Feeling desperate, you obliged him, gripping his broad shoulders tightly, his muscles tightening underneath your grip, lifting yourself up, only to drop yourself down onto him, his groans of approval urging you to go as fast as you could. “I’m riding you, sir, just how you want, so please give me your cum. I need it.” 

Yunho sucked and licked at Jongho’s neck as he nodded weakly, finding his softer moans to be a lot cuter than the deeper, more masculine sounds he tried to make. “She’s our little cumslut now, baby bear. Fill her up with your honey, okay?” Jongho’s hand tightened around the older man’s length, squeezing out more clear liquid and using it as lube, drawing muffled groans from Yunho. 

Determined to take the strangers’ loads one after another, you bounced on Jongho’s cock with fierce determination, his cum-covered length stretching you open over and over, effectively setting your insides ablaze. “Please,” was all you could whimper out, wiping some sweat from your forehead, looking between Jongho and Yunho, hoping to bring attention to your desperate situation. 

Yunho pressed his lips onto Jongho’s earlobe, mouthing something into it, both of their hands eventually traveling to your pulsing clit, taking turns thumbing it eagerly and rolling it around. “Cum for us, sugar.”

Drawing short, airy moans out of Yunho with his skilled hand movements, Jongho smiled softly at him, then looked at you, his fingers roughly squeezing your clit, as he studied your pleasure-struck face, chiming in, “Make a mess.” 

Letting out a ragged cry and blacking out for a moment, you came undone, the sensation of warm creaminess spurting into you bringing you back to reality, your head spinning from the feeling, as well as the sight of Yunho shuddering and covering his chest in his own mess. “Fuck….” you exhaled, leaning forward into Jongho’s arms, who wrapped them securely around you, all your strength suddenly leaving your tired body. The drug was starting to wear off, and you were left accepting the decisions you made, some of it dripping out of your cum-filled cunt. 

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“The comedown from Night Serum is really rough, you know,” you sighed, sliding your fingers through your damp hair and leaning your head back into the couch cushion, puffing on the cigarette that sat between your lips. “Hot flashes, the shakes, cottonmouth, fever, the list goes on.” 

“I guess we gotta keep busy, huh? Maybe I’ll just fuck the fever out of you since you love to take cock so much,” Yunho replied smugly with a short, brusque laugh, buckling his belt and nudging Jongho with his elbow as if he was asking him to laugh along with him. Jongho gave him a small exhale of air, barely a chuckle. A pity laugh, if you will. 

“Uh-huh, right.” You tilted your head to the side, batting your eyelashes up at Yunho. “You’re lucky I didn’t give you head. I would’ve given your cock a little chomp if I had the chance.” 

Yunho flashed you a wide grin, his silver grillz reflecting in the light. “Well, there’s always next time.” 

Not that you didn’t know before, but Yunho had to be a psycho. You weren’t quite sure about Jongho yet, but there was always time for him to surprise you. Were you actually considering sticking around these two after everything they did? Arresting you, manhandling you, fucking you within an inch of your life — were you really capable of handling that for god knows how long? 

You sat up, flicking the cigarette stump away onto the dirty ground and smiling over at Jongho, who quietly observed you with the same pleased expression he had the entirety of the night, before gazing up at Yunho, your eyes full of determination, fire, and maybe a glimpse of insanity. “I’m looking forward to it, Yunnie.” He took a small step back, caught a bit off guard, letting out a nervous chuckle. You suddenly stood up and bit down onto your bottom set of teeth, making Yunho stumble back into the cop car and slide down the smooth metal until he landed on his ass, resulting in a hearty laugh from Jongho. 

Yunho appeared to be shocked, until his pretty lips twisted into a mischievous smile, his eyes upturned with satisfaction. “The others are gonna like you.” 

“O-others?” you squeaked, feeling Jongho settle a strong hand down on your shoulder and pat it, as if he was already apologizing for what was about to come. 

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[milkemim]

Hetalia Advent Calendar: Day 1: First now

Word count: 1837

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It was finally december! Little baby Italy looked out the window in the morning, to see a thick blanket of snow covering the ground, with more falling every second that passed. He gasped and dropped down from the kitchen chair he was on.

“Ms. Hungary! Ms. Hungary, It’s snowing outside!” Italy yelled, running to her.

“Really?” She looks down at him and picks him up. “It came a bit late this year, hmm?”

Italy happily snuggles into her. “Can we go make snow angels? Por favore!”

“Let’s have some breakfast first, okay? Then we need to find you some winter clothes, and maybe you can ask [Name] to take you. I have a lot of chores to do today.” Hungary says, carrying Italy to the kitchen where Austria was almost done with breakfast.

After a happy, healthy breakfast, Italy approached [Name], who was sitting and watching Austria and Hungary run around. “Mx. [Name]! Will you look for a coat with me, please, and come play in the snow?”

“Little Italy!” They happily pick him up and place him on their lap. “That sounds like so much fun! I’m sure Austria has an old coat you can borrow.” They stand up and begin walking to an old storage room in the house.

“Mr. Austria’s coat? But that’ll be way too big on me!” Little Italy claims.

“He was as little as you once. Hehe, I remember how adorable he was. Me and Austria have been friends for a while now, did you know that? I have all kinds of embarrassing stories about him.”

“As little as me? Really?” Italy gasps, “Have you known Ms. Hungary for a long time too?” he smiles hopefully.

“No, not really. I got to know her just a little before you.” [Name] says as they reach the storage room. They put Italy down and open the door, turning the old light on. “Wow, it sure is dusty in here.”

Italy followed behind, looking at all the high stacked boxes. The storage room was messy, and Italy wasn’t allowed here without permission, which he never really got even if he asked nicely. The most he had seen inside was when Hungary had to go fetch something from there.

After a bit of searching through Austria’s old clothes that he hadn’t thrown away, saying he’ll tailor them to fit again, [Name] holds up a tiny coat. It was a little worn down, but it’d do the trick. “Try this one on!” [Name] says and helps Italy get the coat on.

“It’s a little big…” Italy comments and flaps his arms a little.

“That should be fine. Next, let’s get you some gloves and a hat! And boots too of course!” [Name] says, taking the coat off so Italy wouldn’t get hot.

The two search the old clothes boxes more, until Austria comes in. “I have been looking for Italy all over! What is he doing here? It’s dangerous, the loose items could fall on top of him.” He fusses and sighs. “I thought you’d at least be a little responsible, [Name].”

“Don’t worry, Austria! I’ll keep him safe! We were just looking for your old winter clothes so we could go out and play in the snow… And help Hungary with the chores too, of course.” [Name] assures.

“My old clothes?” Austria comes over and sits with the two, looking at the old box in front of [Name].There were articles of clothing scattered on the floor around them. “Was it impossible for you to just put them away neatly?” He glares a little.

“Haha, whoops! Anyway… Do you want to help us search?”

Italy smiles and watches the encounter between the two adults. Even though Austria could be scary and mean sometimes, he was a little amusing.

Finally, after some time and arguing, the clothes to keep Italy warm are found.

“Let’s go show Hungary your new clothes and then go play.” [Name] says, taking Italy’s hand and walking outside with him.

Hungary was shoveling snow around the house. She looks over to [Name] and Italy once she hears them waves them over.

“Awww! Aren’t you just so adorable?” She crouches down and pinches Italy’s cheek. “Do you want to help me shovel the snow? We can make a big snow mountain and then sled down it!”

Hungary gets Italy a little shovel to help her. Austria watched from a little ways away.

“I’ll go handle the backyard. Do you want to come with me, [Name]?” Austria asks, looking at them.

“Yeah, sure. Let’s make an ice piano!”

“No.”

After a few hours, both the back and front yard were less hazardous and more walkable. [Name] was spreading little pebbles on the walk path to make sure no one slips. Italy was climbing the little snow mountain that was born from all the shoveled snow. Hungary laughed and watched over Italy, clapping and complimenting his bravery and making sure he gets caught in case he slips.

Austria was walking behind [Name] to make sure they weren’t slacking off while spreading the pebbles. He walked over the path multiple times and nit-picked a little on where to add more pebbles. 

“Do you want an old man to fall and crack his head open?! Add more here!” Austria points in front of his feet. “I’m not even going to walk over this. It’s too dangerous.”

“There’s barely even any ice! But fine…” [Name] pours more pebbles around the area and sighs. “Seriously, we’re going to have to do this all again in two days when it snows even more. Shovel, sand… Play.” They look over to Italy and Hungary.

Austria looks over too. “Well, they sure look like they’re having fun.” He crosses his arms, trying to keep his cold hands warm.

[Name] smiles and turns back to Austria. “So, are you going to be playing Christmas songs on the piano from now on?”

“When it gets a little more holiday-ish.”

Italy waves to the two of them from on top of the mountain. “Hey! Come play with us! Let’s have a snowball fight!” He yells, laughing.

Austria sighs. “I’m cold. I’m going inside.” He says to [Name] and walks away.

“Boring… I’m coming, Italy!” [Name] runs over, almost slipping on the ice. “Woah! Let’s team up and defeat Ms. Hungary!”

Hungary laughs. “Bring it on, peasants!” 

“Here, I’ll even give you my gloves so we’re even.” [Name] smiles and hands them over to Hungary.

What a noble mistake. 

Hungary ended up totally sweeping the floor with poor little Italy and [Name]. All three of them were panting, Hungary and [Name] holding a competitive stare while having a little break. Until an annoying voice disturbed it…

“Hey, hey, hey! What’s going on here? A battle? Without the awesome Prussia involved?” Said Prussia hops over the fence.

“Hey! That’s trespassing! You’re not allowed here!” Hungary yells at him, now irked by his sudden presence.

“It’s Christmas, crime is forgivable!” Prussia laughs, walking over. “So what’s going on here? What, is Hungary losing to these two weaklings?”

“No!” Both [Name] and Hungary yelled.

“O’ mighty Prussia, team up with me! I need to take her down!” [Name] drops to their knees, their hands intertwined together.

“He is not joining our snowball fight!” Hungary protests.

“The great Prussia does not team up. But, I suppose I could be allies and help you defeat this little girl!” He smirks, taunting Hungary.

She glares at him. “Italy. Go inside and help Mr. Austria with whatever he’s doing. It’s about to get violent.”

“Eeek!!” Italy gladly runs away inside. Now it was just Prussia vs. Hungary vs. [Name].

Prussia and [Name] mostly focused on taking Hungary down, with throwing just a few snowballs at each other. Hungary wasn’t doing so well now, being teamed up by two competent fighters. While the two of them were focused with another little argument and fighting each other instead, she built a little wall of snow to duck behind to take cover and stock up on snowballs.

“Hey, Hungarys breaking the rules!” Prussia yells, disturbing the fight.

“I don’t think there’s any rules in a snowball fight… But she has an advantage now! You keep firing and I’ll make more snowballs and build a wall for us too! Just watch my back!” [Name] quickly makes a strategy and gets to work.

“Okay, I can do that!” Prussia smirks. “Hungary, you may have an upper hand for now, but don’t think you’re winning yet!”

The fierce battle went on. It was certainly more balanced with Prussia joining in. It was a bit too serious and competitive for a snowball fight, but there was still a lot of laughing and fun, even if Hungary and Prussia didn’t want to admit it.

Everyone was tired, but not ready to give up. Until Austria had to come and ruin the fun. He poked his upper body out of the window he was walking by.

“Fighting at my house is not allowed! How many times do I have to tell you?!”

“What are you gonna do about it, Austria?” Prussia yells back at him.

Austria ignores him. “And Hungary! Look at the yard! I hope you’ll be the one shoveling it all again, [Name], you too!” He glares.

“Y-yes, sir…” [Name] says and scratches the back of their neck.

“I would make Prussia do it as well, but he would only make matters worse. I’ll think of a fitting punishment for you!”

After Prussia is chased off the yard, meaning he just got bored of being chased around, Hungary and [Name] got to work on making the yard neat again.

“At least we didn’t make too much of a mess…” [Name] says, mostly to themselves.

“Yeah. Soon we’ll have to put up Christmas decorations though, so I’m glad we battled now instead of then. I wouldn’t want to try detangling Christmas lights back to how they were…” Hungary responds, Shoveling snow back onto the small mountain.

“Let’s blame Prussia for this.”

Hungary nods in agreement.

After all the yard work was done, Hungary and [Name] finally migrated back inside and got something warm to drink. The two made 4 mugs of hot chocolate and Hungary carried it on a tray. The two walked to the music room, [Name] holding the door open for Hungary.

Austria stopped playing the piano and looked over. Italy, who was sitting next to Austria and listening to him play, looked over as well.

“We made hot chocolate! One for you, and one for you.” Hungary smiles and hands each of them a mug.

“It’s getting dark out, and it started snowing again. The window here is nice and big, so we can watch as the snow falls and chat.” [Name] says.

And so they did. They piled blankets and pillows in front of the window. It was a cozy evening, and overall a good and fun day. December had started with a bang and hopefully it would be smooth sailing for the rest of the month.

[ddejavvu]

hi Mei! Happy Saturday!! I know I've been a little MIA haha (school and mental health have been taking a heavy toll on your girl recently) but I saw you were looking for Top Gun thoughts and I had one that I wanted to share!

I have this headcanon that Jake secretly loves when guys flirt with you at the bar. He loves it when guys saunter up to you, all casual and cool-looking, with a beer in the their hand and their shirts undone just a little too much. He loves watching as they sit themselves down next to you and smile at you, trying to convince you to give up your name and to let them buy you a drink.

He loves it because it gives him the chance to show off, the chance to be possessive, and to show the world you're his girl. He's quick to get up from his seat, shades hooked on his shirt, feet carrying quickly to where you are.

It's almost instant, the way the guys lean back when they see his arm drape over your front. He pays them no attention as he turns you around and dips you back slightly. He kisses you hard, hands at your back and in your hair, and he doesn't let up as the guy grumbles past you two, as the crowd stares nor as the 'whoops' and cheers start.

He doesn't let up until you're squeezing at his shoulder, breathless and giggling, and even then, he doesn't let you get far. He stays standing in between your legs, heavy arm slung around your waist, and smirks at the hazy look in your eyes.

And if he catches a guy making eyes at you, he makes sure to stare them right in the eye as his hand travels further to squeeze at your ass, letting you slap at his chest and bury your face in embarrassment.

(NSFW - when you get home, he literally will bury himself into you, making you cum again and again until you're boneless and whining into him, and when he finally cums, he's growling into your skin "Fuck, my pretty pussy, my girl taking my cock so fucking well, s'like it was made f'me")

Hehe hope you enjoyed it, hope you're doing well lovey <333

oh twins <3 we're both getting our asses kicked by school i see <3 good luck sweetheart!

this post is 18+, minors dni.

*screams into pillow* ...yeah <3

he's got suuuuch an ego on him, a combination of both his looks/confidence, and the fact that he's dating you <3 he's so proud of you and he loves to show you off so much that he's not even worried about the losers that try to pick you up by the bar, because he gets to step in <333

he hands off his pool cue and probably drawls something like 'sorry boys, flies are buzzin' tonight' as he goes to rescue you from this man that is just all over you... he does the big grandiose Spin 'N Smooch, smirking against your lips as people start cheering and he's tugging you closer and squishing you tighter against him with his massive hands and toned arms and skfjnsdnf and oh look at that! when you finally wriggle away for some air and bury your face in his chest? guy's gone :)

hnngh yes the most intense, possessive sex afterwards <3333 absolutely jackhammering into you, balls deep, face in your neck, teeth nipping your skin, and he probably makes you cockwarm him, too, crooning at you and kissing your heated face while you blabber and whimper about how good he feels still inside of you <33

[mornings-of-gold]

Academic Labyrinth essay coming up!

My wonderful English professor let me use Labyrinth for my movie review essay. Hehe

I got a bit carried away.

Whoops

[14-ds]

Trying to Save The World

This is the actual first part of this phase of the series! I just didn't finish it at the time, and "Unknown Saviors" was finished first so... look, just pretend this was released before "Unknown Saviors" and enjoy the chapter, okay? Okay!

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The City of Townsville; always a pleasant place to live until…

                                  *CRASH!*

…trouble breaks out..

“Ahhh!! Somebody help! The Amoeba Boys have stolen my purse!”, the woman cried out as three life-like Amoeba ran away with her purse while snickering.

“Not so fast, boys!” There stood the preschool aged heroines Powerpuff Girls; Blossom, Bubbles, and Buttercup, the saviors of Townsville.

“Gah, it’s the Powerpuff Girls! Let’s get ‘em!” One of the Amoeba called out, commanding his crew to charge at the girls. However, their efforts were proven to be pathetic as the girls punched, kicked, slammed, and all around gave the Amoeba Boys a good whooping.

When the girls were finished, Blossom nobly handed the woman her purse back. “Here you are, ma’am.”  ‘Oh, thank you, Powerpuff Girls!” The woman was as grateful for the girls as can be.

              Once again, another crime stopped, thanks to the Powerpuff Girls!

Pearl and Marina were watching the scene from afar, having just entered the universe. “Look, ‘Rina! Those girls are superheroes! They’re exactly who we need to help us!”, Pearl eagerly shouted out. Marina listened carefully to Pearl’s shoutings, but felt a bit skeptical and concerned about her proposition. “Are you sure, Pearl? I mean, they ARE just little girls…” “Don’t worry, babe! I’m sure they’ll be up to it. We just gotta reach ‘em somehow….”

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The Powerpuff Girls were out patrolling the town, looking for crime to fight on the streets. “Alright, girls, you know the drill. Keep an eye out for any trouble in the streets!”, said Blossom, the commander and leader of the trio. Buttercup and Bubbles flew behind her. Buttercup couldn't help but glare at Bubbles, who was currently carrying her stuffed octopus toy, Octi, while on patrol. “Do you HAVE to carry that thing around?” Bubbles innocently looked over at Buttercup and insisted that Octi stayed. “Well, why can’t Octi fly around with us? Besides, I don’t want him to get lonely at home.”

Suddenly, Blossom spotted a teal-haired woman being robbed by a shorter pink-haired woman. “Look, girls! That lady’s in trouble!” 

The said teal-haired and pink haired women were Pearl and Marina, attempting to get the attention of the Powerpuffs. “Help! Help! Somebody’s trying to rob me!” She breaks character for a bit and whispers to Pearl. “Are you sure this’ll work?” “Trust me, honey. It’ll work. Just keep actin’ like I’m gonna hurt you.”, Pearl whispers back. “Oh. Okay, then. Help! Help!”

“Let’s go, girls!” With Blossom’s command, the girls quickly fly down to the scene. After their descent, the girls were hovering above the two cephalopods. “Not so fast, evil-doer!”

Pearl started to smirk. “Hehe. Hey, girls…” Marina then whispered to Pearl again. “Plesse, be careful, Pearlie…” Buttercup flew close to Pearl’s face, giving a menacing look. “Okay, bub. Ya askin’ for a smackdown or what?” Bubbles floated next to Buttercup, giving a threatening look as well. “Yeah! Leave that lady alone!”

Pearl laughed. “Don’t worry!” She took off the burglar mask she was wearing. “We got you right where we want you!” The Powerpuffs watch Pearl take off the mask and get confused about her true motives. “What!? Is this supposed to be some sort of trap?”, Blossom asked suspiciously. 

“Uh… It’s a good trap..!” Marina nervously called out to the girls. “The both of us needed your help, and we didn’t know how to signal you..” Bubbles didn’t think much of the explanation. “Oh. Well, It was pretty clever, though!” Blossom glared at the cephalopods. “But, if you wanted to signal us, you shouldn’t have posed a fraudulent crime scene!”

Pearl scoffed slightly and began to explain. “Okay, okay… I’m Pearl. Me and Marina over here came from another world. We traveled here with some angels who also came from a different world, but we lost track of them. Don’t know where they went.”

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Stocking was eating various sweets at the Townsville Bakery while she watched Panty try to hook up with a guy to have you-know-what with. 

“Let me guess. You’re gonna do thi everytime we go to a new universe, right?”, Stocking sarcastically asked Panty while eating a cupcake. Panty excitedly answered; “Damn right, I am! There are so many new men to f**k… So much meat I haven’t stuffed in my face… I just can’t pass this up!” While saying that, Panty walked away with a random guy, Stocking watched her sister walk away to do the deed with another man. “What fun am I gonna have during all of this! Somebody, kill me.”

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Pearl continued to explain to the girls. “Anyways, this is serious. There’s a whole multiverse out there too, and some weird demon girls wanna take all the universes over, including this one!” Marina added on. “Yeah! So right now we’re traveling to different universes for people to help us, and while we were searching, you three came up!”

“The point is, we’re NOT gonna let the multiverse be concerned! We need all the help we can get. Will you girls help us?” Pearl asked the girls that crucial question that sealed the offer, hoping that the Powerpuffs would hear her and Marina out. The Powerpuff Girls heard the question and thought about it…. And then proceeded to laugh at the two. Pearl was confused and enraged. “WHAT!? Why are you guys laughing!?” 

Blossom laughed and collected herself for a moment. “Are you kidding? That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard in my life!” Buttercup laughed the hardest of the girls. “Yeah! You really expect us to believe THAT!? You called us over to hear your crazy ramblings!?” Bubbles giggled softly. “And what’s even more funny is that we were created with basically nothing! …But what you guys said was still funny.”

Pearl growled in anger. “Come on! You’re superheroes! You’re supposed to help people, not laugh in their faces!” Blossom sighed, having finally finished laughing. “I’m sorry, but what you’re saying isn’t possibly true. If you have an actual emergency, why don’t you call us then?” The Powerpuff Girls fly away.

“NO! COME BACK HERE!” Pearl violently hissed at the girls. Marina attempted to calm her girlfriend down. “Calm down, dear… Maybe we should try a different approach….” She smiled. “And I know how to do it.”

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The girls were unwinding in their humble home after a day of patrol..

Buttercup was hitting a punching bag while snickering. “Can you believe those crazy ladies? There’s no such thing as a multiverse!” Blossom sat in front of a mirror and brushed her hair, snickering with Buttercup’s commentary. “Yeah… What nutjobs!” Bubbles played with her toys, but she didn’t laugh genuinely. She mustered up some fake laughter though, having something on her mind. “Haha, yeah! Those two were weird…” She seems to be taking what Pearl and Marina said in consideration.

Speaking of Pearl and Marina… “You sure this’ll work, ‘Rina?”, Pearl said while holding a ladder that she placed against the home of the Powerpuffs. Marina was climbing the ladder, heading towards the windows of the Powerpuff Girls’ room. “This will work, I know it! We just need to confront them personally without any trickery.” Bubbles looked out the window and saw Marina. “Oh, hi, Ms. Marina!” Marina smiled at Bubbles’ greeting. She was still so kind towards her and Pearl despite their first impression towards the girls. “Hello, Bubbles. Do you think I could speak to you three again for a bit?”

Blossom spotted Marina and Bubbles having a conversation seemingly about the multiverse topic earlier. “Bubbles! What are you doing?” Bubbles gets startled at Blossom suddenly calling out to her. “Oh! Nothing, Blossom! I’m just talking to an… imaginary friend?” Buttercup looked out the window. “That doesn’t look like an imaginary friend. It’s one of those loony women from earlier!” Marina sighed. “Yes, but this time you have to listen to me. Please! I’m being as serious as it gets with this!” Blossom grumbled. “Look, lady! There’s no such thing as a multiverse. If there was, we’d be flying to more places to fight crime than before! And the mere concept of a multiverse just isn’t possible considering modern scientific studies!”

Pearl climbed up on the ladder next and argued with Blossom. “Science, shmlience! We’re not gonna quit bugging you if you agree to help us with this!” Buttercup still looked skeptical. "Why should we help you? You said you already got angels to help you out. Besides, we don't even know if the nonsense you're talking about is true!" Pearl huffed and grudgingly explained to Buttercup. "Because, you guys take out monsters and stuff all the time, and the angels don’t even act like angels. Now all of a sudden you draw the line at the multiverse being threatened?"

Bubbles looked over at Pearl in a confused but innocent manner. "Well, it doesn't sound too logical is what we're saying..."

"Aw, come on! Even KINDERGARTENERS don't believe this!?"

Marina sighed again and asked the girls genuinely and honestly, hoping that they would comply. “Listen… we know we haven’t made a good impression on you girls, and we get that you don’t believe us. If somebody told us the same thing when we didn’t know about all of this, we’d think that person is speaking nonsense, too. But, PLEASE, girls, this is a very serious problem we’re facing. We recognize that you’re more than capable in helping us with such a task. You three are the saviors of your world, and just think of all the different universes that need saving, and can’t save themselves on their own. Right now, those worlds don’t know it yet, but they all need help from a great threat, including the very world that you inhabit. So, I have to ask you again… will you find it in your hearts to help us with this, as crazy as it might seem?”

Buttercup and Blossom looked at the two. “Well… maybe we’ll consider it," Buttercup said. Marina gasped in joy. “Really..!?” “...No.”

Pearl growled at Buttercup. “You heartless little girls! A woman here is asking for your help in the multiverse’s hour of need, and you have the nerve to not hear her out ONCE about this, even though it sounds like nonsense to you!” Buttercup growled back. “We’re not hearing you two out because it IS nonsense!”

Suddenly, the Powerpuff Hotline buzzed. Blossom, as always, was quick to answer. “What’s the problem, Mayor? Uh huh.. Mhm hm… Ghost monster attacking the city? We’ll be there as soon as possible!” Blossom puts down the phone and flies up. “Come on, girls! There's trouble downtown!” She looks at Pearl and Marina. “And as for you two, we’ll have this conversation later.” The Powerpuffs fly out of their windows, knocking down the ladder that Pearl and Marina were on. 

Pearl angrily got up from the ground. “That’s IT! If those girls don’t wanna listen to reason, then we’re gonna have to use force!”

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The gigantic ghostly monster rampaged through downtown Townsville, and the Powerpuff Girls came just in time. The Powerpuffs were watching the monster destroy parts of the city, preparing to attack.

“Alright girls. Let’s make this quick.” With Blossom’s command, the girls get into fighting formation. “Heat Vision!” The girls target the monster and their eyes light up in a red glow. Lasers shoot out of their eyes and hit the monster directly in order to finish it off quickly. 

The monster was severely burned, but it wasn’t defeated just yet. “What!? That should’ve taken that thing down, what gives?”, Buttercup exclaimed in frustration. Blossom is still determined to defeat the threat as quickly as possible. “That’s okay. We’ll just have to try something else!” 

The girls get into another stance. “Atomic Twister!” The girls spin around in a circle and form a large, destructive tornado. They aim for the monster and sweep it up in the tornado’s severe trajectory. After a bit of time, the girls stop and find the monster defeated, lying down on the city streets. The girls think that they’ve won… until the monster got up from the ground, not ready to surrender just yet.

Blossom was still determined, but was now confused. “How is it not defeated? Those were our two most powerful attacks!” Buttercup grumbled, being quickly fed up with the monster’s resilience. “I say it’s about time we just use our fists and not some fancy moves!” Bubbles thought about how resilient the monster was and came up with a little conclusion. “Guys! Maybe the monster is so resilient because it’s actually from another world! Maybe the two ladies were right about the multiverse existing! Besides, a regular monster from our world would just quit on a normal basis!”

Blossom sighed in annoyance and glared at Bubbles. “For the last time, Bubbles, the multiverse DOESN’T EXIST! Those ladies are obviously insane, and due to scientific studies, the mere concept of it doesn’t compute!” Buttercup angrily got in Bubbles’ face. “Yeah, what Blossom said! And if you’re gonna talk all crazy like those women, you could just leave all of this to me and Blossom; the two Powerpuff Girls who AREN’T FREAKY NUTJOBS!”

“I… But… Okay…” Bubbles sadly glided down and walked away from the fight. Buttercup looked at Bubbles walking away and smirked. “Glad that I took care of that. We had enough crazy ladies botherin’ us for one day.” “Don’t be rude, Buttercup. Bubbles is just more innocent and gullible than we are. All she needs is to clear her head.” Blossom tried to reason a bit with Buttercup. “Don’t be rude, Buttercup~. Bubbles is just more gullible than we are~”, Buttercup rudely mocked Blossom. Blossom groaned. “Buttercup, focus! We still need to take down the monster.” The two remaining girls get in more formations to fight.

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Bubbles was sitting near the pond, thinking about today's events, and how she believed what Pearl and Marina were saying was true.

“Please, girls. This is a very serious problem we’re facing. We recognize that you’re more than capable in helping us with such a task. You three are the saviors of your world, and just think of all the different universes that need saving, and can’t save themselves on their own. Right now, those worlds don’t know it yet, but they all need help from a great threat, including the very world that you inhabit.”, Marina’s heartfelt words rang in her head. “I believe them… Maybe they're right… Saving people is our job, and people in different places need us right now… I don’t want to let any of them down..” Tears trickled down Bubbles’ cheeks and dripped into the pond one by one… 

While Bubbles was sitting in solitude and sadness, she heard Pearl nearby, who was yelling with anger and determination. “Huh..?” In a different area in the park, Pearl had set up her patented Princess Cannon (a modified version of the Killer Wail) and aimed it at the ghost monster. “This is the last straw! If this doesn’t get the message through the girls’ big heads, I don’t know what will!” Marina stared at the monster in admiration. “It’s amazing how that creature is still standing after so many brutal attacks…”

Bubbles flew towards them. “Hey, guys! Wait!” She rushed to them in a hurry, wanting to tell them what she had to say. Pearl turned to Bubbles and glared at her. “Oh, hi. You’re just in time to watch us prove that the multiverse DOES exist and that we’re NOT makin’ stuff up!” “Wait! Wait! Blossom and Buttercup don’t believe you, I do! I wanna help you make them believe!”, Bubbles hastily insisted. 

Pearl and Marina looked at Bubbles in shock. Marina cautiously checked if Bubbles was being truthful. “You… You do!?” Bubbles nodded. “Yeah!” She then looks at the Princess Cannon. “Uh… What is that?” Pearl gave a confident smirk. “That’s what’ll prove to the other two once and for all that we’re not talking trash!” The cannon charges. “You two might wanna cover your ears.” Bubbles and Marina do as told.

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Buttercup and Blossom used every attack they had, and the monster was still alive and kicking.

“Huff… Huff… What’s the matter with this thing!?” Buttercup is now aggravated beyond comprehension. “Blossom, do something!” Blossom was just as tired and agitated as Buttercup. “Well, I don’t know WHAT to do! We already used all of our attacks! Maybe we can still-”

“Boo-YAAAAAAAHHHH!”

Pearl’s loud voice screamed out and a wide pink ink laser shot out and blasted the monster, blasting it all the way to a different side of town.

Panty and Stocking watch the monster fly across. “Holy sh*t! Was that Small Shrimp’s voice?!”, Panty exclaimed, having heard Pearl’s battle cry from afar. “Meh. Don’t care.” Stocking remained uninterested as she played with her stuffed bone kitty toy, Honekoneko.

Bubbles stared at it all in shock. “Wow…” She quickly brushed it off and carried Pearl and Marina to fly where the monster fell. “Well, let’s go see Blossom and Buttercup and what they think now!” The three speedily flew off.

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Pearl, Marina and Bubbles head to the scene. Buttercup and Blossom look at the monster and carefully think about the current events. “That was… AMAZING! Did you see that laser!? It took down that monster like WHAM! That was SO COOL!”, Buttercup exclaimed. Pearl smiled at Buttercup’s enthusiasm towards her actions. “Glad you liked it, Firecracker!” She glared at Blossom. “Well, Ms. Science, do you believe us now?” Blossom stared in disbelief. “How… Why…”

Suddenly, the monster’s head opened like a robotic contraption… because it actually WAS a robotic contraption. Out crawled a small pink plushie-like being. It had light green eyes, a zipper going down its angular-shaped head, another zipper around its neck, and pointy short black limbs, resembling a praying mantis.

Our heroes looked at the monster in surprise. “What the hell is that thing?”, Pearl asked, confused and aggravated that the supposed monster was a robot controlled by a small plush thing. “I don’t know… but, it’s so CUTE!”, Bubbles happily exclaimed. She swiftly picked up the plush thing and hugged it.

It was just then, Panty and Stocking came to where everyone else was, looking uninterested. Panty looked at the plush thing. “Oh, it’s that thing who runs around with those demon hoes.”, Panty remarked in a deadpan tone. Marina turned to Panty in shock and glared at her. “PANTY! There are children here!”

“What? I just said ‘hoes’. It’s not like they know what the f**kin’ word means.”

“PANTY.”

The plush thing leapt out of Bubbles’ arms and pulled out a walkie-talkie. The creature muttered and chipred into the device. “Fastener? Fastener, darling, did you accomplish the task of conquering Townsville?” Panty was right however, as Scanty’s voice came from the walkie-talkie. Fastener grumbled in the device, communicating that he had failed his mission. Kneesocks’ voice yelled from the device next. “WHAT!? How could you have failed!? That mecha was specifically designed so that those three impudent brats would find you impossible to defeat!”

Stocking rolled her eyes. “Those stuck-up assholes. All they know is how to talk fancy and get on everybody’s goddamn nerves with their stupidass rules.” “Will nobody stop their foul language? PROTECT THE INNOCENCE OF THESE LITTLE GIRLS!!”, Marina screamed, worrying about the innocence of the Powerpuff Girls and getting fed up with how the angels acted around them.

The Daemon Sisters continued to communicate with Fastener. “We are very disappointed in you, Fastener. You failed what was a simple task given the advantages that you had. But regardless, we need you for something very important. Use the Portal Generators me and Kneesocks gave you and come here at once.” Scanty ordered Fastener to aid them in something else, and he did as told. He took out a bag of small marbles and took one out. He placed one marble on the ground and as soon as he did, a portal formed on the ground.

Fastener jumped in the portal, and while he did, Blossom narrowly missed him, flying across the portal as quickly as she could. Fastener had already gone in the portal and it closed as soon as he did.

Marina worriedly paced back and forth. “Oh, this is really bad, now… What are we gonna do?” Buttercup looked at Blossom. “Yeah, and what was the point of flying across that portal, Bloss? You missed him!” Blossom smirked. “Did I?” She holds up the bag of Portal Generators that Fastener had. She flew quickly enough to steal them while he didn’t notice.

Panty smirked back. “Hell yeah! Pink bug-eyed girl for the win!” Pearl jumped around in excitement. “BOOYAH! We’re gonna take down those demon screw-ups for sure!” She stopped jumping around and realized something. “Hold up. Does this mean you’re…”

Blossom nodded in affirmation to Pearl’s wonderings. Buttercup mischievously grinned. “Yeah, we believe you now. We’re gonna help you kick some demon butt!” Bubbles jumped around in joy. “We’re happy to help!”

That’s right, folks. The Powerpuff Girls are officially joining this story’s band of heroes to stop the Daemon Sisters from taking over the multiverse!

Pearl had heard the strange narrator voice. “Wait, who said that?” “Oh, that’s just the Narrator. He narrates a whole lot of stuff in Townsville.”, Blossom reassured Pearl. Marina looked around a bit for the narrator. “So, Mr. Narrator? Would you like to join us on our journey?”

Oh, me? Why, I’m just a faithful narrator. Narrating’s what I do best, nothing more!”

Bubbles smiled warmly. “Come on, Narrator! We could always use some narrating on our adventures. And besides, you might like what you see in the worlds we come across!”

Well… it would be nice to see some new sights. I’ve been in the narrating business for 26 years! Aw, what the heck, count me in!

Panty rolled her eyes. “Great, now we got a weird omniscient narrating guy on the team. Great setup so far, Pearl.” Pearl growled at Panty. “Why, thank you, Panty.” She then went back to smirking. We’ll find more people to add to this team! Whoever we find next in a different world, we’ll bring to the team!”

Ooh, a cliffhanger! I can’t wait to see how THIS turns out! But, if you excuse me, I still got some more narrating to do!

And so, with the events that Pearl, Marina, Panty and Stocking caused, the multiverse will soon be saved with help from… The Powerpuff Girls! Oh, this is gonna be interesting!

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You know what? I had more fun writing this chapter than I thought! I wanted to introduce Fastener to the story as well, and I felt that this chapter was the one to do it, so that's why "One Hell Of a Time" was put on hold. But I'm gonna work on it again now, so be prepared for what happens next in this crazy fanfic!

[gayfanservice]

Its your favorite Demi here! I absolutely loved how you did the chaos duo poly request and I was wondering if you could do a part two where Kiyoko's brother becomes a manager too. Again I love the idea of over protective older sister Shimizu. Like Imagine they have a practice game/or at a tournament and shy little Y/n went to go and check if the team left something behind and a guy corners him and now you've got not only the chaos duo but big sis coming to the rescue! Also if you ever need any ideas let me know. I'll help anyway I can👍

Part 2s are always welcomed

Ooc Kiyoko whoops :P

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“(Y/N), you’re looking extra lovely today!” The two boys squealed at each other as (Y/N) passed them, laughing at their antics as he hopped down the bus’ stairs. Kiyoko glared at them, dragging (Y/N) away from the duo, their cries echoing throughout the valley, “Shut up!” The captain of the team scolded the two. The breeze flew past the siblings, a content look taking over as they carried the luggage towards the building the team would be staying at for training.

The siblings talked as the rest of the teams found their rooms, bags going in their respectable places, “Oh, I think my bag’s still in the bus.” The older of the two looked through the pile of bags, “I’ll get it,” (Y/N) set down his bags and made his way to the bus, “Thanks, (Y/N),” He hummed as he made his way to the bus.

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“Thank you, bye.” (Y/N) watched as the bus drove away, “Good thing the bus didn’t leave yet, hehe.” He let out a exasperated sigh before making his way back to the building, Kiyoko’s bag hanging on his shoulder. The wind gave a slight chill, neither too cold or unpleasant as he made his way back to the building. The sky was a beautiful shade as the sun began to rise, orange and yellow replacing the darkness.

The walk back to the building was short, nothing worth taking note of as (Y/N) walked back to Karasuno’s quarters, only realizing he had no idea where he was. (Y/N) forgot to ask where the team was heading, and now he was lost. Silly (Y/N).

A boy came into view. (Y/N) was having an internal debate whether he should ask for directions. He decided yes, as he would just become more lost without it. The walk towards this unknown person was dreadful, filled with cold anxiety as he mentally prepared himself to talk. Coming up to the guy, before he could say anything, the stranger leaned on the wall with a smug look, “Hey man, you look a little lost, need a hand?” Nope, nope, nope. (Y/N) did not like him already. “Uh, y-yeah. I’m, uh, with Karasuno and a little lost so…” he trailed off, wishing Kiyoko was there with him. She talked even less than him, but she was definitely better at it.

The stranger’s face faulted, his eyebrows twitched subtly as (Y/N) mentioned Karasuno. “Oh really? What do you do?” (Y/N) adjusted Kiyoko’s bag on his shoulder, eyes looking around for any way out. “Uh, stuff, manager stuff,”

“Oho, a manager?” The guy leaned closer to (Y/N), who stepped back.

“Yeah, do you know where they are?” Please just leave me alone. (Y/N) wished he had just gone the other way. Each second that passes, the stranger gets promoted; now he’s a weirdo. (Y/N) wished anyone from the team would pop out of nowhere and save him from this awkward interaction. The weirdo kept talking to him, not answering his question. “Dude, this is nice and all, but I really gotta find my team, so if I’m just… gonna… go.” (Y/N) slowly stepped away ready to turn around before the weirdo started up again.

“C’mon, man, they can probably wait a few minutes, nothing-” He suddenly stopped talking, his eyes wide as his collar scrunched up.

“Get. Away. From. My brother.” Kiyoko stood behind him, eyes glaring into his soul as she held him in a death grip. The stranger stuttered, a panicked look on his face as he stumbled.

“What? We were, just, uh, we, yeah okay!” The weirdo comically ran away with his metaphorical tail between his legs. Kiyoko hugged (Y/N), “Are you okay? He didn’t do anything to you, did he?” (Y/N) let out a sigh, happy to finally have his sister with him. He shook his head, handing Kiyoko her bag as they walked to wherever the team was.

When they returned, the two (lovable) weirdos immediately ran towards the two. Hearing about what happened, they acted like guard dogs, barking up a storm about how they would of kicked his ass if they’re were there. Kiyoko sighed, (Y/N) snickered, and Daichi was seriously considering kicking them off the team.

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This was mostly focused on Kiyoko cuz she deserves to be seen #kiyokosurpremicy

[crackmori]

“…oh- maybe stranger and I got a little carried away, hehe… whoops…”

-_- @crackmori

[monocaelia]

Well hello~ for the kiss prompts how about xiao with prompt #44 ❤️️ (hope your day has been good!)

44. a goodbye kiss, but neither of you can quite let go

feat. xiao

note : hello rene!! i've been doing okay! i hope you've been doing well too uwu <3

send me a kiss and i'll write you something short <:

solitude is something xiao has gotten quite used to. he prefers to work alone and never accepts help from anyone, regardless of if they were mortal, a fellow adepti, or even the traveller.

but his world nearly collapsed when he met you.

at first, he had ignored you when you first greeted him at the wangshu inn. your smile was bright and inviting, coaxing the adpetus towards the warmth that you radiated. but he knew knew he shouldn't get close to mortals in case something were to happen and his karmic debt was unleashed a bit too close to prying eyes.

despite his cold shoulder and the whoosh of wind left in his place when he teleported away from you, you always smiled at him and greeted him as if you were friends.

eventually, you had caught wind of his favorite dish and brought some with you every time you went up to see the mysterious guest. when you couldn't find him or tempt him out of his hiding spot, you would always leave the plate on the balcony and retreat back inside. only then would the yaksha leave his spot and take a few bites from the almond tofu.

before he knew it, xiao had gotten accustomed to your visits to the wangshu inn balcony. subconsciously, the adeptus always expected to see your figure approaching his spot with the same plate of almond tofu in your hands.

"oh! you're finally here," you exclaimed softly, as to not startle the adeptus away. he doesn't say anything when you approach him with your smile. your warm, sweet, enticing smile.

he could have sworn crystalflies surrounded your figure when you left the warm glow from the wangshu inn.

"it's nice see you, xiao." his name leaves your lips like a gentle melody, one that the adeptus wishes he could hear forever.

with each passing day, xiao grows closer and closer to you. with each passing day, his fingers begin to slowly brush against yours more and more until your hand is fully encased by his own and your fingers are interwoven with one another.

the moonlight illuminates your bedroom with its gentle glow, revealing the adeptus who cradles your head in his lap. his fingers brush against your face, tracing soft shapes along your jaw.

"i have to go," xiao's voice is gentle in the quite evening. his brows furrow at the thought of leaving you, of leaving his safe haven in order to maintain his promise to keep liyue safe. "i have a duty to fulfill, so i can't stay with you any longer for tonight."

"that's okay, i understand," you tell him, smiling softly at the yaksha hovering above you. you bury your hand into the back of xiao's hair. "at least kiss me goodbye?"

xiao lets you tug him down for a kiss. your kisses are soft, like the qingxin flowers gifted to him for his pains. and like the medicinal flower, your mere presence alone is enough to make his pain dissipate. although his karmic debt lingers and sends him into an episode of pure pain and agony, the thought of you, your welcoming smile, your innocent and fleeting touches, your healing embrace is enough to keep his debt at bay.

and yet, when you part from the adeptus, he remains at your side for just a little while longer.

[caroldantops]

can we talk about little!reader finally trusting mommy!wanda after being scared and nervous around her to finally having soft moments with her

i actually touched on it a bit in this headcanon set

but like god. thinking about how u go from sitting curled up against mama wanda while she talks with scarlet witch not yet mommy wanda and you’re just trying to process the whole thing, her coming bursting into your lives and your mama offering your home as a safe space for sw wanda to heal

and it slowly becomes her home as well, and it’s so odd to you how…familiar she is. yet how far away from you she seems. she doesn’t initiate conversations with you when you’re little, really. you think it scares her a bit, to see the way you offer your most vulnerable self to mama wanda. she doesn’t even step foot in you and mama’s shared bedroom for months, afraid of inserting herself into that intimate part of your home.

that familiarity is the key for you though, because you know that behind all the pain and anger and grief that this wanda is at her core, the same woman you love so much. she just needs the extra care, similar the care that usually wanda is providing to you. so you start trying to engage with her more, warmth filling your chest as you go from seeing her almost shaking with hesitation to even give you a hug to relaxing fully when you crawl into her lap instead of mama’s.

the first time you call her mommy she cries, holding you tight against her like she’s afraid you’ll vanish like everyone else. whispering against your skin that she’s so happy to be your mommy. mama wanda cries too, so you’re left with two blubbering wanda’s to comfort and cuddle.

after that mommy wanda is a lot more at ease around you, and her more teasing nature comes out. poking fun at you and sneaking you the snacks mama tells you not to eat before dinner.

one of mama wanda’s favorite moments was when she left to go to the store and returned to find you laying on top of mommy wanda, both completely knocked out sleeping on the couch. she put a blanket over you both, dropping a kiss on each of your heads, then went to go make mommy wanda’s favorite paprikash

[babiemingoo]

YAY SEUNGCHEOL FINALLY😭 i hope he doesnt mess up againnnn anyway read one of ur ask josh being comedic relief, thats a fun detail to know! honestly you're very detail for every character tho i could never

aaaa thank you!! I knew that because svt is such a big group that it would be difficult for me to give every single character depth but I wanted to give every character a ~purpose~ you know, so josh is supposed to be the #1 comedic relief and the foundation for cheol when he lost all his other friendships, wonu is supposed to be the comedic relief for mingyu’s friend group, and vernon is the comedic relief for chan’s friend group :D hopefully that makes sense hehe but if there’s any other little details people would like to know pls ask... I love talking about the little tidbits of the characters c:

[scarletxvision]

Tfw you start to really get into a fandom, and I mean to the point where you are suddenly researching the character's backstories and looking up clips/fan edits on Youtube and you begin your descent into that familiar black hole of starting to ship characters and searching for fanfics and fanart of them and knowing that this is now a fandom that you are going to be unable to escape and will be emotionally invested in for the rest of your life.....

[margowritesthings]

you made me

pairing: Anthony Bridgerton x fem!reader

word count: 3.3k words

warnings: 18+, angst, smut, oral (r receiving), orgasm

a/n: I honestly dont know where this came from hehe - Ive been so blocked all week and thought Id bash some angst out and got.... carried away whoops. Hope you enjoy!

tagging: @faye-tale @slut4colinbridgerton

My requests are currently open!

Thomas Dorset’s lips were oh so close to your ear, so much so that his breath brushed your lobe when he told you just how stunning you looked tonight. It tickled, but not in the way you were used to. Not that you expected it to. This was, after all, Thomas Dorset. Nobodys breath tickled hot fire across your skin quite like-

No. Not tonight. 

You had promised your mama that tonight was about finding a suitor. You had promised yourself that you would stop breaking your own heart day after day waiting. You couldn’t think of him. Not tonight. 

The task seemed near impossible when you felt it: the crackle of electricity against the back of your neck, the fair hair standing to attention and a shiver running down your spine. You felt his eyes- Viscount Anthony Bridgerton’s eyes- staring furiously past his friend Mr. Dorset and right at you, wine glass clutched in gloved hands with a vice-like grip. Even from across the dimly lit ballroom, you could see the tension in his jaw as his teeth clenched. His brother Benedict appeared to be talking with him, but Anthony seemed too engrossed in his fury to have even noticed.

Your heart pounded in your chest, seemingly desperate for escape. You couldn’t blame it, part of you wishing you could be swallowed up by the Bridgertons beautiful wooden dance floor, or perhaps kidnapped by pirates and taken to The Americas. Anything to help subdue the hurt you were feeling right now.

Dorset twirled you around as you attempted to mumble out responses to the small talk he was trying his hardest to harvest. Poor Thomas, you thought, watching an actual bead of sweat produce on his forehead from the excursion of conversation with you, he doesn’t have a clue.

How could he? Nobody did. From the outside, there was no way to know your heart belonged to another, which was exactly the problem. You had been with Anthony for almost a year now, in secret, and he had made it obvious he had no intentions with you. You, on the other hand, had to marry. You had to help provide for your mama, there was no other option. Hence why the University chum of the love of your life was bowing his head to you gratefully as the music died down. 

You smiled politely, thanking Thomas for the dance, knowing full well there would absolutely not be a second. Your cheeks ache. Your heart hurts. It always was so much harder to maintain a fake smile than a real one. 

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ: *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

You breathed the cool air in deeply, as though emerging from being submerged in water for hours, and glanced around the terrace to ensure you were alone. Glancing at your dance card, you grimaced, knowing Viscount Darby would be waiting on the dance floor for you at this very moment. It was most improper to leave him waiting, but after feeling Anthony’s intense glare on you for the last 10 minutes, you were starting to lose the ability to breathe. He hadn’t approached you. Of course he hadn’t, you thought bitterly, gripping onto the vine entwisted railing until your knuckles were white, as if you could somehow transfer pain from the heart to the hand. 

Tears pricked at your eyelashes, threatening to fall and you shook your head furiously, trying in vain to will them out of existence. A stray curl fell from your coiffure right in front of your face and you cursed. Again, most improper, but so was falling in love with a man you had been secretly living in complete and utter ruin and sin with for a year. Maybe you were just improper. Perhaps that was why he wouldn’t marry you or court you or anything of the sort. 

Whatever it was, it was done, and you weren’t going to find a husband with dishevelled hair like this.

You had been snuck into the Bridgerton house enough times to know that you were only a hallway away from the nearest washroom. It wasn’t perhaps open to the rest of the guests, but you’d much prefer to stay away from anyone else until you looked less like you’d just been compromised. A harsh laugh escaped your throat as you snuck away back into the house. Compromised. Imagine that.

As suspected, the hallway was empty, but you had actually been snuck out through this very entrance, so knew exactly how to get to the washroom. It was three doors down to the left, you just had to go past Anthony’s stud-

“A word, Miss y/l/n?”

You gasped, every muscle in your body somehow simultaneously frozen and on fire. The most nauseating drop of dread fell into the pit of your stomach.

You turned on your heel to the origin of the voice, seeing Anthony leaning against the doorframe in the entrance to his study. 

Longing eyes shared a moment together, before you realised there was absolutely nothing you could say that would dissuade Anthony from having this conversation with you. Wordlessly, you walked past him into the office. 

The fire was lit and you once more felt like an ant under a magnifying glass, ready to burn on the spot at any moment. The air was suffocating for a second and then even more so as Anthony’s intoxicating scent was pushed into you after locking the door and stepping towards you. He towered over you, almost backing you into the bookshelf as your wide, defiant eyes blinked up at him. You couldn’t speak, having imagined this conversation so many times over so many tears that the real thing didn't feel real at all. Conviction threatened to collapse just after seeing him, but you swore you wouldn’t break. You had to follow your duty, no matter what he had to say.

 Anthony’s eyes were dark and you spotted a muscle in his jaw flutter. You tried not to think of the other times you’ve spotted that muscle, while he grit his teeth to try to last longer inside you and keep your precious time together going as long as possible. 

“Dorset is not suitable for you.” 

You scoffed, all heartbreak halted for a moment as you attempted to fathom his audacity.

“Jealousy isn't becoming of you, my Lord.” you spat, trying not to notice Anthony wincing at the sudden formality between the two of you.

Anthony’s eyebrows knitted together, sadness creeping across his face and defying his angry demeanour.

“Was that not your intention? To make me jealous? Why else would you be dancing with half of London all night, flaunting yourself in front of me!” It was your turn to wince at the raised volume to which he shouted, his accusations of flaunting painful. Truly you had not intended to make him jealous, but you were on a mission to find someone to care for you and your family. Dancing was rather mandatory at a London ball when in want of a husband.

“I beg your pardon, my Lord-” “Anthony.” “-but I fail to see how who I dance with is any of your concern. I am a Lady and you know full well how improper it would be for me to decline an offer of a dance from a gentleman.” 

Your breath caught in your throat as Anthony took a step forward. Your back hit the bookshelf gently and strong arms clad in a velvet jacket encased you in.

“And when, exactly, did you start caring about propriety, little siren?” The nickname he had for you was instantly intoxicating and you felt something inside of you crumble and desire pool deep. You were forced to push it all down, absolutely determined. 

His breath tickled your skin- exactly how you liked it- as he spoke, whispering deeply “You think Dorset can give you what you want? You think he will know you as I do? Every trick,-”

His tongue flicked against your ear so gently that you could have screamed.

“-every moment, all those depraved, wicked things you love? Only I know those, little siren. Only I know you like you need to be known…”

 It would be easy, so easy, to give in, especially as your Anthony’s lips came closer and closer to your-

“No!” You exclaimed, ducking under one of Anthony’s arms to escape. The confusion on his features was a stab to the heart and a punch to the gut all in one. You had never felt such physical, palpable pain for something so intimate and emotional. 

“What is going on, y/n?” He demanded, the fury of earlier in the evening returning to his eyes.

“I cannot do this! I cannot do this anymore, Anthony. The time we shared was…” words failed you, unable to do justice to the sheer weight of the time you and Anthony shared together, “Whatever it was, it isn’t sustainable. I need to be with someone I can marry, someone to provide for my family. You have made it more than clear that you do not desire to state your intentions on me, so this… This cannot continue.“

You could almost see the cogs whirring around in Anthony’s brain before completely falling apart, shattering with a silent crash. The tension fell away from his jaw and if it wasn’t so dark in the study you would have sworn you saw his eyes glisten. 

And your entire being broke all over again. 

“I… I see.” He managed, swallowing hard. “I… I did not realise you needed to… I see.” He trailed off, suddenly unable to meet your hard gaze. Your eyes dropped to the floor too, knowing each second of that intense eye contact was another moment you weren’t sure you could handle. 

“I did not mean to… That is to say, I-” “It is fine, Anthony. There is nothing left to say. I shall take my leave, my lord.” And without meeting his gaze again, you attempted to make your way to the door. A hand grasped around your arm stopped you in your tracks.

“Why do you think that? That I should not wish to marry you?” Your eyes met. It was a mistake, you knew that as soon as you noticed the sadness pooled in Anthony’s face. It was unbearable. If it wasn’t for such a stupidly obtuse question, you may have lost some of your resolve.

“I know what I am to you. We had fun, but you hid me away in the shadows, my lord. A Viscount needs a Viscountess he can show off to the ton, do you not think? Not a ruined woman he is ashamed to be seen with.” The tight grip on your skin loosened but didn’t fully subside, Anthony not yet ready to let go, it seemed.

“Y/n… Do you know why I didn’t announce our courtship?” You blinked, and upon realising that was answer enough, Anthony continued, “I felt guilty. I felt I took liberties with you and the ton can be so unforgiving to ladies such as yourself. If they found out what we did? What we shared? You would be ruined, forced to marry me and spend a miserable life with a husband who compromised you… I… I lo- I care for you too much to allow you to settle because of my actions.”

The revelation split the world in half. Or, at least it felt like it did. Your legs felt like jelly and you wished more than almost anything that there was an aptly named fainting chair around for you to drape upon dramatically. Your skin fizzed under Anthony’s grasp and your hairs once again stood on end. Jaw slack, lips trying to form words that refused to be spoken, you tried to figure out if Anthony was telling you just what he thought he was telling you.

“You… You didn’t ruin me, Anthony. The ton may say otherwise but I don’t see it as ruined, I never did. I don’t regret what we did, I didn’t regret it the first time and I haven’t regretted it since. You didn’t ruin me, you made me and if I could live the rest of my life with you I would. I… I…” 

At some point, your arm had slipped from Anthony’s grasp. Tears were welling in your eyes and you were both breathing hard, panting. The silence grew and the room got smaller and in that one moment, it became inevitable. 

You became engulfed in Bridgerton blue velvet and pulled against Anthony’s warm body, lips clashing with his violently. Books fell to the floor as you managed to push Anthony into the shelf, your tongues angrily dancing together.It was hot, it was needy, it felt as if your futures together lie in this kiss, as long as you could hold on and never let go. 

“Y/n…” Anthony breathed through kisses, a hand reaching to push the stray piece of hair that was responsible for this whole exchange behind your ear. “Y/n, y/n, y/n… my darling…” He was breathless, breaking the intense kiss between the two of you to pepper more down your neck. Everything fell apart from the two of you, leaving two souls alone in the world, about to change their lives forever. 

You closed your eyes, allowing the tingles to spread across your silky skin with each kiss like ripples in a pond. When your lashes fluttered open again, you had to look down to see Anthony, who was holding onto your hips and was knelt before you, his head inches away from your belly.

It wasn’t the first time you’d seen him knelt before you like this, but it was the first time you were clothed. The fire crackled beside the two of you, illuminating Anthony in the most stunning glow as he snaked a hand around to take your hand.

“What are you-”

“Marry me.”

“What?”

He didn’t seem to even blink, gazing at you with enough intensity to make you feel like some sort of masterpiece in a gallery.

“Marry me. Not because I compromised you, not because you must marry to care for your family, not because I am the only one who truly knows you. Marry me because I love you. Marry me because I am a bloody fool who couldn’t see what was right in front of me. Marry me because you, y/n, made me. Marry me because-”

You couldn’t wait.

“Yes! Yes. Anthony, I- my God, Anthony… Of course I’ll marry you. I love you too.”

Tears of pure joy and absolute unadulterated happiness welled in your eyes as Anthony shot up and whisked you into his arms, spinning you around. He kissed every inch of your face and neck, just whispering your name over and over again until it ceased to sound real. God, it better be real.

Both feet firmly back on the ground, your cheeks were squished together by Anthony’s strong hands as he pulled you back close to him for another kiss. He kissed away the tears falling down your cheeks. He kissed your jaw and your nose and he anchored his fingers into your coiffure, fingers sensually scratching the back of your head. You mewled deliciously, teasing a growl out of Anthony’s chest. Closing the gap between you, he reached around to unbutton your dress expertly, more than used to your intricate ball gowns. It wasn’t long before there was a puddle of silk on the office floor and the skin of your back was exposed to the heat of the fire. It no longer suffocated you, instead fuelling your passion. Every sensation felt like ecstasy at that moment.

Your fiancé led you over to his desk, sitting you down on it as he knelt between your legs. He didn’t break eye contact as your underwear was pulled down your leg slowly. Stockings were peeled off your legs. You were now completely bare, practically dripping onto the desk while Anthony bowed below you. Seeing him knelt there, ready to pleasure you might just have been the hottest thing you’d ever seen. You felt that same tickle of breath between your legs and you fought to stay still.

Torturously slowly, Anthony’s tongue slipped out, licking a line all the way up your slit, dipping into you ever so slightly before flicking over your clit. You cried out, grabbing Anthony’s hand and entangling your fingers with his thick curls. 

“Shhh…” He cooed, the vibrations of his hush felt right at your core. Anthony’s hand snaked up your chest, taking care to brush your hardened nipples on the way up as he guided you to lay back onto the papers strewn across his desk. Another long lick bucked your hips into the sky and you tried to muffle your moan by biting onto your arm. He pulled away, never once breaking eye contact with you as his devilishly rakish smirk grew and grew.

After what felt like torturous hours of breath teasing at your exposed, soaked cunt, he finally delved in, kissing and nipping and licking in all the right places. He knew you and he knew just how to reel your coil tighter and tighter until you were grinding against his face chasing release. 

“Oh, God, Anthony…” You whined, reaching for the hand that wasn’t holding your chest to the desk so you could hold onto it, feeling as though if you weren’t grounded by Anthony, you might just fly off into the sky. 

“Fiancee…” He breathed out, before taking your clit into his mouth and sucking. You couldn’t help but scream his name, damn anyone who may walk past, as you are catapulted over the edge by your Viscount’s expertise. As you came, the sweet suction on your nub pulled and pulled at your centre until tears formed and fell down your cheeks once more. Gentle licks at your dripping juices gently let you back down to Earth as the white hot melting of your mind subsided to a gentle, satisfied fuzziness. 

Trying to catch your breath, your lashes fluttered down to between your legs, where Anthony still knelt, looking up at you with all the love and lust in the world. If not for the racing of your heart and rushing of blood in your ears, you would have sworn this was a dream, a fantasy you would wake from. But it wasn’t, emphasised by the slight jolt sent up your spine when Anthony nibbled at your inner thigh .

“So… Do you still wish to marry me? Or shall I return you to your…” Anthony glances down to the floor, picking up the long discarded dance card that must have fallen in your passion, “Mr Bradshaw? Oh, my love… You’re staying here with me, for your toes and sanity if nothing else.” He began peppering kisses over your skin, up your stomach and chest until he was on top of you, catching your lips every time he could manage to get in through the giggles. 

“Don’t be cruel!” You blushed as Anthony’s tender kisses moved to your cheeks and nose, “But yes, of course I still wish to marry you. But- oh, God!” You almost shot up, very nearly bashing Anthony in the forehead, “I’ve been gone for so long!! My Mama will-” 

“Think you’ve been kidnapped and compromised by a handsome Viscount? Oh, my stars…” Anthony whispered, his eyebrow raised and boyish grin fully formed now your womanhood wasn’t blocking your view. You hit him gently on the chest before pulling him in for another kiss, quite literally in awe of this man and enthralled by how quickly everything had changed. 

“And what, pray tell, does this handsome Viscount intend to do with me next?”

“Oh, he intends to absolutely ruin you…” 

[yandere-daze]

hey daze! i've been reading your (yandere) self aware enstars stuff recently and just wanted to share some short snippets of ideas and such that i have that i hope are okay to share! also, i wouldn't call myself the creative type so my ideas might be a little boring or lackluster so apologizes in advance (╥﹏╥)

(okay, so i'm not sure if you outright established if the ensemble star characters can actually see or hear you through the screen but i kinda implied that they can, so i hope that it's okay!! <3)

ok, so...imagine the yandere self aware enstars characters having a player (who joins their world) being very persistent on leaving. no matter how hard the characters try to make them feel comfortable or offer their support, the player is always refusing and trying to find a way out (so basically, player with trust issues). and maybe, instead of sticking to those who are more protective/bound to keep them safe, they stay close to the ones who seem to know how to get them out of here (but of course, those ones are just secretly manipulating them so they can have the player all to themselves <3). also, regarding that scenario, if the player does end up getting stuck in the self aware enstars world, do you think there would ever be a way to get out/return to their world?

oh, and another idea! how do you think the self aware characters would react to the player favoring another game? let's just say...twisted wonderland, for example (though you can use any to add to this idea!). maybe the player really enjoyed enstars and would almost spend their whole day playing the game until they were introduced to twst. now, it's not the player completely ignores enstars, but it's definitely noticed to the other characters that the player is coming less and less. do you think they would actually come to the realization that another game was stealing all the player's attention or come up with an excuse for themselves that the player is still interested in them and the game?

but anyways, idol player is always being dragged from unit to unit (and then to anzu because she always has them back in her arms ♡) because each one wants to convince them to join their units. so like, at the end of the day, once anzu has them back, idol player is babbling about what they did that day with the units as if they weren't literally being tugged at the arm as if it was a game of tug of war. despite that, the idol player tells her how nice valkyrie's uniform looked when they hanged out with the corresponding unit and even was offered by shu to design them one until they were dragged away by a member of knights and shown the latter unit's uniform (and being told how it's much better than valkyrie's and that they should join knights by the unit members...). then, they were dragged by rinne to go watch one of crazy:b practices and was marveled by their choreography and was even allowed to join them (rinne was very "helpful" with teaching them some of the unit's dances, much to the other members disapproval). and after crazy:b, they're dragged off by another unit...and another, and another, and another until they've visited all the units and are back with anzu.

okay, that's all! i hope that wasn't too much because i think I got a little carried away (๑•﹏•) anyway, i hope you enjoy these little idea of mine (that weren't proof-read so you might see some errors...whoops)! (oh, and also!! daze, are you pulling any cards from the link click collab with enstars? i was able to get my beloved mika after 20 pulls <3)

- 🗡️ anon

Welcome, welcome, glad to see you again, 🗡 anon! Hehe, yeah the self aware au kind of took off which really surprised me in the beginning! But I´m happy to see that everyone seems to be enjoying themselves ^^

I think your ideas are really neat and creative so there´s no need to apologize! I like reading them and thinking about them. There´s lots to talk about here so let´s move this under the cut

gn reader

tw yandere, obsession, manipulation

A player that wants to escape as soon as possible; a player that instead gets interested in a new game and idol! reader getting many offers to join another unit

Wanting to leave as soon as you enter ensemble square is not that strange of a reaction if we´re being honest. Like obviously we like thinking about what it would be like to hang out with our favorite characters and all that but actually ending up in the world of a game? And a game that has a crazy cast of characters like enstars? It´s really no wonder you might want to get away. The fact that everyone is bending over backward to accommodate you and the way they look like they have hearts in their eyes whenever they talk to you probably isn´t helping your trust issues either.

And so it´s only natural that you would try to stay away from the ones that are suspiciously friendly and always with you to “protect you” or “keep you safe”, right? I mean why would they care so much about the well-being of a stranger? It´s all kind of fishy to you

So you avoid most of the characters and you´re pretty happy with that. Until you are approached by a person you can´t simply avoid. They´re as welcoming as the rest and while you´re contemplating how to best get out of this conversation, they tell you that they know a way for you to go back home. Truly, they understand how overwhelming all of this is, with everyone trying to talk to you and spend time with you while you´re just confused. But fear not, they are willing to help you out! And like sure, they obviously sound pretty shady in their own right but you can´t really ignore a chance like this, can you? I mean you have no clue how to get home so any pointers would be very welcomed

So they tell you “all they know” about this place ( they only tell you what they think you need to know) and give you advice on who best to avoid. Sure, the goal is to go back home but it doesn´t hurt to know your way around the place while you´re still here. They tell you all about possible ideas to go back to your world that they´re all too happy to look at with you. It makes sense that they would be with you to test things out. Sadly none of their plans have worked so far but they assure you the next one is going to work, you´ll just have to try again

And the entire time they get to be around you, all alone. I think characters that would try to pull something like this include Eichi, Ibara, Natsume and Rei.

The player favoring another game with twisted wonderland as an example? Man I can really relate to that, my hyperfixation keeps switching between these two games and the characters would be so confused by that, I imagine!

There are times when you are very active and they´re really happy about that obviously! They bask in your time and attention but eventually they notice that you´ve been playing less and less lately and they get a bit concerned. At first they just assume that life must have been pretty busy for you and that that is the reason why you aren´t playing as much anymore. They miss you a lot but they understand. They just hope you´ll have more time soon!

But it just doesn´t get better at all and they get really worried and panicky. Have they gotten boring? Are they not interesting anymore? They try to listen to you speak through the microphone to maybe get a hint on what´s been going on.

They aren´t very likely to find out about the other game you have been playing on their own because their reach is mostly limited to just enstars and what other permissions they can gain on your phone. They aren´t really able to infest another game entirely so there would be no way for them to know what else you´ve been doing on your phone.

But if you suddenly start mentioning another game or a name they don´t know of? Oh they´ll get very suspicious indeed. This is one of the only times where everyone would work together to find out just what exactly is going on. You like to change the characters on your home screen or the idols you use in lives so they all need to come together and share the info each of them has gained to hopefully get the larger picture.

They will not be pleased when they find out the truth. Be prepared to be bombarded with guilt-trippy messages and voice lines where they ask you if you don´t like them anymore :/

Love the idea of idol! reader being dragged around by everyone because everyone desperately wants them to join their unit and they´re just excited to see all these cool outfits and learn new dance moves that they almost ignore how creepy this kind of is, with the way everyone is roaming the halls, hoping to find you and snatch you away from whoever you are with the second they spot you. No one wants to be shown up here, even the ones that normally wouldn´t take such bold approaches. It simply wouldn´t do for everyone else to get a “chance” to pitch their unit to you without them too getting their turn.

So while you might be having fun getting measured by Shu for your own outfit, everyone else is scrambling to find you so they can convince you to join them instead. They´re all so persistent about it too, none of them wanting to back down.

I like all of the neat ideas you´ve shared there as well, it all sounds very fitting for the units to do. Omg typical Rinne 💀  and everyone else is just losing their sanity ( if they even had any in the first place)

And Anzu just listens to you talking about your day with a smile on your face and she is just so concerned ( and jealous).

“AH, I think as a producer I must choose the best possible career choice for you. I think it would be best to continue with your solo work for the foreseeable future. Of course I´m going to be with you every step of the way!”

[y-yo-a-ti-cas67]

Heyy sorry for all the incorrect (totally correct) rebloged hamilton quotes 🙃

[dialovers-translations]

Diabolik Lovers LUNATIC PARADE ;; Carla Route ー Sub Scenario w/Yuma

–> In between the main route chapters, the player is taken to the area map of the Parade where you can freely roam around. There are four different places to visit, each with different mini games and sub scenarios to enjoy.

AREA: SMARAGO MOUNTAIN

CHARACTER: YUMA

ー The scene starts by the volcano

Carla: ...What is this scent? 

Yui: It smells lovely. I think it might be coming from over there?

ー They follow the scent

Yuma: ...Hm? Why are ya guys here...?

Yui: Um, we got lured in by the delicious scent...

What has brought you here, Yuma-kun? 

Yuma: Isn’t that obvious? I’m grillin’ up some meat, see? 

*Pssh*

Carla: ...Hooh. This is a high-quality cut of meat.

Yuma: Hehe, looks good, doesn’t it? Do ya want some as well? 

Yui: What should we do, Carla-san?

Carla: ...No, I shall pass.

Yuma: Geez, you’re such a party pooper.

Carla: After all...I already have this cured ham.

*Rustle rustle*

Yui: ( A pack of cured ham!? He has been carrying it around with him... )

Yuma: Oh!? Actually, that’s perfect! Gimme that for a sec.

*Rustle rustle*

Carla: ーー Oi...!? 

Yui: ( He stole Carla-san’s cured ham...!? )

Yuma: Don’t gimme that look. It’ll be much tastier if ya sear it for just a few secoーー

*Pshh*

Yuma: ーー Whoops, ahー ...Guess the flames were a lil’ too strong...

Yui: ( Carla-san’s cured ham got swallowed by the fire and instantly disappeared...! )

Carla: ...You bastard...!

Yuma: I-I’m sorry, ‘kay!? But there’s still a couple of slices left, see? Just watch. I’ll get it right this ti...ーー

*BOOM*

Yui: Kyahーー!

Yuma: ーー Oi! This shit erupted!? Better run!

*Thud*

Carla: ...Oi. Leave the rest of the cured ham behind. 

Yuma: Haah!? I don’t give a flyin’ fuck ‘bout this shiーー

*BOOM*

Yuma: ーー F-Fine! I’ll give it back! Here!

*Thud*

Carla: You fiend...You have to treat this product with care. Or elseーー

*BOOM*

*CRASH*

Yui: ( A-Another eruption!? )

Yuma: ーー !? My bad! I swear I’ll never do it again...!

Anyway ya Founders are hella scary! I didn’t know ya were this powerful, honestly...

Oi, you! Imma make a run for it, so take care of the rest!

Yui: Eh? Yuma-kun!? 

ー Yuma runs away

Carla: ...Those Vampires are as weak as ever...

Yui: B-But you can’t blame him. You can even cause a volcanic eruption with your powers...!

Carla: ...You actually believe what he said? 

Yui: What do you mean...?

Carla: It was just a mere coincidence this time. ...Although it would be possible for me to do that.

Yui: ( He actually can!? )

( I better be careful not to upset him either... )

ーー THE END ーー