#i just want fried chicken ugh

[housecow]

girl I know you aren't reblogging food after eating a massive Christmas dinner

i’m sad (car issues) and hungry but none of the leftovers are appealing 😭😭😭

[robocops-a-christ-allegory]

Pacing around the grocery store kitchen muttering that everything in the world is all my fault

[hailsatanacab]

hey fellow lao gan ma fan! the YT channel "chinese cooking demystified" did a video about making your own, and a separate one on how to make the beef version which is illegal in most western countries. check them out!

Ahhh!!! Laoganma my beloved, I have it pretty much every day with my lunch 😅

I love Chinese Cooking Demystified, too! I wanna make their biang biang noodles so badly, but I still have yet to make the chilli oil...... yet

[4vlad]

My master

—summary: Alucard, the Vampire who proclaimed himself your servant, drinks your blood for the first time

—warnings: sexual content, master/servant relationship, non-consensual touching, dirty talk, blood drinking, human/vampire relationship

words: 1.468.

The day could not have been more exhausting, you had to work late because your boss didn't have more staff, it left you exhausted, very tired but you were finally able to get out of that hell, the bad thing is that it is very dark and cold at night, the London streets are eerily silent tonight.

"Scared dear?" He says a loud voice to which you scream and turn around throwing your bag towards the person behind you, the man catches the bag quickly "is this for me?" He laughs. "Ah! Alucard! You scared me, don't do that again!" You approach him and take his bag from him, "my sincere apologies, my master" you shudder at the dominant alias, Alucard is a vampire who had proclaimed himself as your servant months ago, you think he is crazy and you have certainly realized that he is, you were not a dominant person, much less someone of authority, you honestly don't know why he says you are his Mistress and you haven't asked him anyway. From the little you know about him is that he is a very strong, self-centered and prankster Vampire, you have even seen him in action a couple of times.

Alucard laughs at your ramblings while you both head to your apartment, even though the walk was long neither of them spoke much, as always Alucard only followed you because according to him it is to "protect you from danger" that you appreciated but you also don't want to abuse his goodness.

You enter your apartment and Alucard follows you by closing the door behind him "I must say that your area is very cozy Mistress" he takes off his hat and glasses before sitting on the sofa that he himself has claimed as "his", you Without giving it much importance go to your room and changes your clothes into more comfortable ones, minutes later You returns with the vampire "...I'm going to cook chicken and French fries, do you want?" You ask the vampire "No, dear human, I'm not a big fan of fried food." You thought for a moment whether to offer him a salad since he was a vampire, but he didn't seem to hate human food either, after all, he's eaten with you a few times, well, when you cook for him. .

You got down to work while the vampire just watched you as always, at first you were afraid of this monster, his energy was and is a little sinister, but over time you began to appreciate his company, he saved you a few times from some malefactors even, their presence still bothers you a little but you put up with it, Alucard has made it clear to you many times that he has no intention of harming you, that he is your servant and is here to obey your orders, whatever you ask of him. He's weird, you think.

In your rambling you get distracted and accidentally cut the skin on your hand, a sharp pain runs through you, thick blood falls from your hand to your elbow, you quickly turn off the stove "Ugh!" You groan in pain as you head towards the dishwasher to wash your wound.

The vampire, with his developed sense of smell, perceived a sweet and tempting aroma in the air, a fragrance that was familiar and irresistible at the same time. It was your smell of blood, a signal to his thirsty nature. However, there was something different about this smell, a subtle but unmistakable touch of sweetness, as if he belonged to a human being with a unique and exquisite blood. Alucard quickly stopped you, he appeared in front of you with a smile from ear to ear "Let me help you with that My Dear Mistress, it will be a pleasure to clean and heal your wound" you got a little scared, you were dripping blood with an extremely violent vampire, danger!

Alucard sensed your fear and quickly calmed you down or at least he tried to. "I won't bite you, I promise, you don't have to be scared, sweet human, I won't hurt you unless you give me those orders," he says with a deep but soft voice at the same time. While the vampire convinces you, he takes you to the couch and sits you on top of his legs. You are embarrassed but you still give in. You raise your hand to let the blood drip into your Vampire's mouth. Alucard opens his mouth, big as a beast, his fangs sharp, each one pointed, he sticks out his long, fat tongue, he is eager, salivating even before you will agree to feed him.

A heavy drop of blood falls on the vampire's tongue, his pupils dilate and his gaze becomes intense, the beautiful beast grabs your hand and brings it to his mouth, his tongue was cold, the sensation of the wet and heavy tongue of Alucard slightly relieves your pain, he tastes your entire hand and your fingers, from top to bottom from one side to the other, his tongue moves gently enjoying the taste of your blood, he simply knows that he has never tasted a taste as sweet as it. Yours, it's the first time he's tasted your blood, he knew you were as tasty as he imagined.

Shadow hands appear around you to caress you, his hands are everywhere! On your abdomen, legs and thighs! How disrespectful!

You get embarrassed and try to take his hand away but he is stronger, his grip is firm on his food.

Alucard's hands caress you gently, kneading your skin over your clothes, he wants to taste everything about you.

once he finishes his meal, his eyes are fixed on you, his irises a bright red color, he smiles at you softly but with a dominant expression, he lets out a deep laugh as he brings you even closer to him "my mistress... You are a virgin..." He says with a deep voice, you move your hands away and put it to your chest, your cheeks turn red because of Alucard's words, did he know it just by tasting your blood? What does it have to do with you being a virgin? What a dirty pervert!

"So what...?"

He just laughs, he knew you were shy but you were also sweet and kind, always gentle and ready for anything, he couldn't believe that a little thing as pretty as you was still a virgin, he couldn't believe that even though you was so beautiful, so tasty, no one has corrupted you, well...it's not like any human can properly teach you what carnal pleasures are.

He purred, the taste and your aroma were overwhelming, his Master is as tasty as she looks.

"Mmm...wouldn't you like to feel what sexual pleasure is like, little human?" He doesn't care if you were a virgin or not but now? Oh...he wanted to corrupt you in every way possible, the smell of your embarrassment and excitement from the dirty talk invaded the vampire's senses.

You felt your panties stick to your lips because of the humidity "..." You remained silent, is this how this creature addresses his master? Did you know that he was insolent, what good is he proclaiming himself your servant if he doesn't respect you as such? Your eyebrows knit together in an expression of anger and embarrassment. He laughs at your reaction.

"My master..." he says with a suggestive voice, almost like a whisper, "it's been a long time since I gave myself to a Human," you don't respond. "You know that I am all yours, your servant, I am here to please your needs, to please you my beloved master..." Again he begins to purr. Your heart beats hard as you feel the hardness in the Vampire's crotch.

He was a burlesque and a pervert but he knew how to seduce a woman, using dirty words but at the same time being a gentleman.

He has never given himself this way to a master, not even his previous masters, but you? How could you be so delicious? So cute? He was willing to please you if you wanted, he just waited for you to say the words.

"You...you are not my servant Alucard" you get up from the couch "And I don't want...I don't want to do that..."

Alucard sighs disappointed but accepts "even if you don't want to be my mistress, I want you to know that I am here if you need to satisfy your needs, dear," he smiles.

"Please forgive my insolence, no matter how much I want you, I have to earn your affection and I will do it appropriately" he rises to his height and bends down again to kiss your hand in an act of chivalry.

Sorry if there are spelling mistakes, English is not my first language, I hope you enjoyed! You are free to leave me ideas by the way. AO3: rosemary06 (click)

[starryeyeddreamer21]

Characters as things I've said/heard people say

I went to the fair with my family so you get this

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Angel: No regrets, if we die good riddance

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Cherri: I would strap myself to a bomb for fun

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Charlie: I haven't pet a cow in too long I think

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Vaggie: *furious* All because I can't crochet

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Husk: if I was a goat I'd uhhh umm I don't know I'd probably just be a goat... Sleep maybe?

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Angel: I'm going to touch your ankles

Husk: What are you, some kind of Victorian pervert?

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Charlie: *gasping and pointing to a sign* SUPER FRIED CHICKEN

Angel: Lame I want super SUPER fried chicken

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Alastor: *watching pork roast* Gorgeous

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Charlie: *feeding Vaggie* here comes the airplane

Alastor: ... That was embarrassing for both of you

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Vaggie: *watching a man dressed as a cockroach walk by* The men have started morphing into their true forms

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Cherri: Wouldn't it be funny if this place got set on fire

Charlie: No??? There would be a stampede

Cherri: Oh damn I would die

Charlie: No, you would stampede?

Cherri: I wouldn't run

Charlie: *sigh* yeah, of course not

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Sir Pentious: If I died on a rollercoaster my last words would be "Wahoo"

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Nifty: I need to destroy, I need to rip something to shreds with my bare hands

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Lucifer and his Candy apple adventures a saga:

Lucifer: *holding a candy apple* oh hell yeah I'm gonna fuck this shit UP

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Lucifer: *spits seed at Alastor*

Alastor: *doesn't notice*

Lucifer: *spits seed at Alastor*

Alastor: *looks around* ???

Lucifer: *spits seed at Alastor*

Alastor: *looks back at him* What are you doing?

Lucifer: Huh?

Lucifer: *spits seed at Alastor*

Alastor: WILL YOU STOP

Lucifer: What are you talking about????

Alastor: You're throwing something in my hair and on my shoulders and back-

Lucifer: *singing* head, shoulders, knees and toes, knees and toes!

(my sister never figured out what I was doing 💀)

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Lucifer: *still eating his candy apple* Why am I eating this like a chicken wing?

Charlie: Is that not how you're supposed to eat it?

Lucifer: You are absolutely right

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Lucifer: *covered in candy apple* I'm sticky 🥺

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Lucifer: *done with his candy apple but still chewing on the stick*

Alastor: *takes a bite of a mozzarella stick*

Lucifer: *gasps* MOZZARELLA STICKS

Alastor: *dips mozzarella sticks in marinara sauce and holds it out to Lucifer*

Lucifer: *reaches for it*

Alastor: *takes it back and glares*

Lucifer: what? oh- weirdo *eats it from his hand*

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Lucifer: Can you bring me to the bathroom?

Alastor: I'm not carrying you

Lucifer: *rolls eyes* can you walk me to the-

Alastor: I might be able to find you a little red wagon

Lucifer: I'm going to punch you

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Cherri: Froot loops are just-

Angel: *nods seriously* Gay Cheerios

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Charlie: I need to find a bathroom to cry in asap

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Vaggie: She's either drunk or high off something

Angel: I think it would be easier if I was high

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Charlie: All I can smell is weed

Angel and Cherri: *deep inhale*

Charlie: NO

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Alastor: Ugh there are so many people

Lucifer: I know I'm dying

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Angel: *gasp* MY PHONE IS ON ONE PERCENT

Alastor: *completely monotone* oh no the horrors

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Stranger: Is that your dad?

Husk: Do I look that old?

Angel: No, we're married

Stranger: Oh... you're married

Angel: *laughing* No

Husk: DO I LOOK THAT OLD????

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Lucifer: *singing along* I can count on you like 4 3 2 you'll be there

Alastor: No I'd leave you

Lucifer: Yeah I know

Alastor: Like everyone else

Lucifer: oh

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Nifty: *staring at crystals* Do I think they could heal me? No, I am beyond repair. Do I think they're so so so so pretty? YES!!! I NEED THEM

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Lucifer: *overstimulated, angry, and grinning with tears in his eyes* I wish I could enjoy things

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[thepersonnamedsam]

Hey! Can I request prompt #1 with Charles Leclerc? Like I can totally see him being a little confused and goofy in a steamy situation lol

seduction gone wrong - cl16

pairing: charles leclerc x fem!reader

summary: in where charles tried to seduce you and it goes horribly wrong

word count: 1.5k

warnings: smut with a plot, p in v (wrap it before you tap it, kids), oral (f. and m. receiving), alcohol drinking, some blood (-play idk), aftercare, minors dni, thank you :)

prompt: „do you want me to seduce you?“

note: sorry love, that you had to wait so long for your request, but here it is, hope you like it

and omg, thank you so much for 500 followers, i never thought i would reach that many people with my silly little stories. i am forever grateful for all of you, i mean it! <3

masterlist/ taglist / prompt list

It was a long day and you were tired, unbelievable tired. Everything sucked and nothing went the way you wanted it to. You just wanted to come home and have a good time with Charles, your boyfriend.

Your neck ached, your back hurt and all you wished for was a massage and an orgasm. But Charles, the man he was, didn’t really understand your wish.

You opened the door and smelled the food Charles probably ordered. He knew how to cook but mostly opted to deliver food to your home. „Charles, love, I’m home“, you announced yourself as you took off your shoes and jacket.

„In the kitchen“, he yelled back at you and you went to greet your boyfriend. He was standing there, with his back leaned against the kitchen island, looking devilishly handsome. You almost purred as your hands grinned his broad shoulders and gave him a quick, but meaningful kiss.

„Hey baby, how was your day?“, he asked you. At the thought of your day, the mood was ruined. „Ugh, it was the worst“, you whined and hoped Charles would grab on to your appeal. But with your lucky day, he didn’t. „Is it a glass of wine kinda day?“, he asked you, eyebrows raised. You sighed, no, it was a fuck me till i can’t walk kinda day, you thought.

Charles didn’t wait for your answer and opened the fridge to open you a bottle of white wine. The glass was already propped on the counter and he filled it to the brim. You were thankful for all the things he did for you, but you wished he would just the hint you were giving him.

„Thank you, chéri.“ You gave him a quick peck and took a large sip of your wine. He rubbed your shoulders and you moaned, just a tiny one, but you still did. But Charles didn’t register the moan and carried on.

„I ordered Chinese, are you hungry?“ - „A bit, yes. Thank you, Charlie.“

The plates were already on the table, so was the takeout bag. You took your glass to the table and sat down at your usual spot. He ordered himself some fried rice with chicken and for you some dumplings.

You weren’t talking during dinner, but he was telling you about his day - training, some time in the simulator, he met up with his race engineers and did a fitting for a new seat. His day was way better than yours.

The food didn’t help your needs and desires. You still wanted that orgasm and his mouth on yours. So you took matters into your own hands. „Charles, you look really good today“, you complimented him and batted your eyelids. „Thank you, amour, you too“, he said with a cheerful voice.

„Charles, I want something from you“, you whispered. You looked into his beautiful eyes and tried to look as sexy as possible. „What do you want?“ How can one man be so oblivious? „Charles, I need something from you.“ - „Mhm, yeah, you told me that. But I can’t do anything until you tell me what it is?“

You bit your lip, you loved him, really, he was the love of your life, but right at this moment, you could’ve kicked him to the moon. „Charles?“ - „Yes?“ - „I need you.“ You let out a breathy moan. Your voice quiet and shaky you look at him with lust in your eyes.

„Do you want me to seduce you?“

„That’s exactly what I want, Charles“, you thanked him and he grinned. He left the table and wanted to make his way over to you but in the heat of the moment he didn’t see your wine glass and pushed it over with his arm. The wine spilled all over the table and the floor and the glass broke in millions of pieces. Charles hurried to clean up the mess and crouched down to pick up the pieces. But you were too hungry for him to stop his mission.

You grabbed him by his shirt and said: „I don’t care about some spilled wine, I’d rather you make me overflow like that.“

You licked over your lips and he kissed you. He still tasted the white wine on your lips and groaned into the kiss. „Charles, I really need you“, you told him. He pursed his lips, he tried to be dominant and seductive, but with his luck he cut his hand trying to stand up. He hissed and immediately put his hand into his mouth.

But you were sick, rather than being worried about him you imagined his mouth against your pussy, sucking and licking as he did right now to stop the blood from dropping onto the floor. You took his hand to your mouth and sucked the blood and kissed the wound. „Now can we finally go to the bedroom?“

Charles was star struck, amazed by you. How can one woman be so perfect, so perfect for him? You were the love of his life.

On the way to your bedroom your clothing fell and he was on his way to do the same. Naked on your bed you waited for the love boy to devour you. „Bébé, wait a minute, I just need to find a condom“, he shouted from the hallway. You groaned, „Charles, please, I just need you, I don’t care about a silly condom, put a baby in me anyway.“

It just came out of you, did you actually want a baby from him? Yes, but certainly not now. Charles didn’t catch the phrase anyway, too caught up in still searching for a condom. He gave up shortly after that.

His naked torso and his v-line made you sweat. You pressed your thighs together to gain some friction. If Charles didn’t give you any attention, you had to do it yourself.

You fingers in your mouth to wet them some, even though you were already drenched. They trailed down your body, your mouth opened, a shaky breath released. Your index finger circled your right nipple. Occasionally pinching it. Charles was still focused on something else. „Don’t start without me, chérie“, he absently whispered, head turned to the ground.

You giggled and that’s when he finally looked up, your fingers in your pussy, pumping in and out. Your thumb pressed to your clit. He gasped. How could you start without him? Traitor. He walked up to you with lustful eyes. He crawled to your body and removed your fingers from your pussy.

You heard him inhale your scent. Suddenly you felt him lick a stripe up your pussy. You moaned his name, surprised by his sudden horniness. His mouth still on you, sucking and licking. Your clit inside his mouthy His fingers gripping your thighs, half moons left on your skin. He teased you. You felt his light beard scratch your inner thigh, his hands now snaked they’re way around to your ass and squeezed it. „Charles please“, you moaned, you wanted some release.

He suddenly stopped and smirked up to you. You threw your head back. His trousers were gone in an instant, so were his boxers. His tip was red and swollen. Leaking with pre cum it never looked more delicious. „Baby“, you looked him up and down, „let me please taste you.“

On your stomach now, you licked a stripe up from his belly up to his tip. His shaft thick and pulsating, you couldn’t wait to feel it in your mouth. His pre cum was licked up by you and it tasted salty and just like Charles. You moaned. Your tongue pressed flat on his underside. Hollowing your cheeks you swallowed him whole. His head was thrown back and he groaned, loud.

Your head bobbed up and down his dick. Feeling him twitch and pulsate was your favourite feeling all time. He grabbed your hair and held you down, so you were deep throating him. „Stop, mon dieu my god, I want to be inside you“, he groaned and pulled you off his cock.

As you rearranged and dipped into your wet and warm folds he moaned. And you moaned. „Let them all hear who makes you feel so good, ma chérie“, he whispered into your ears. His rhythm fast and deep. He hit your spot every thrust. You were in heaven, your bad day long forgotten.

He pushed down onto your lower abdomen and said: „I can feel myself, look how good I fill you up, feel it.“ That gave you the rest. The tight know that formed in your stomach exploded and you came with Charles name in your mouth. Soon after Charles came too, after he helped you ride out your orgasm.

He held you in his arms, softly stroking over your naked skin. He got up and brought you a cold glass of water and a lukewarm cloth to clean you up. Slowly he cleaned you up, from head to toes. When he was finished, he kissed you slowly and with lots of emotion.

„I love you, dear“, you whispered and kissed him again. „I love you much more, chérie“, he said and closed his eyes, holding you.

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[ryanmarshallryan]

I've been having a lot more people reach out about the vore stories I write, so thought I'd throw it out there if anyone wants to donate to help me have more time to write stories, or likes my style and wants to commission something let me know over dm!

I usually write thinking from a prey perspective, but was feeling hungry after eating salads for a month and switched to pred for this story.

DIET BACKFIRED

I love my weight. I think my belly looks great on me. When I see those old statues of historical figures with dad bods I see myself and love it. But after gaining 25 pounds in a few months from stress, I decided to try out a diet for a bit, just to be cautious of my health. Man, it was hard. And this morning my hunger took control.

I was preparing a salad, heated up some chicken to mix in, sprinkled in some shredded cheese, spinach, lettuce, cucumber, tomato and such. All I could think about was how wonderful it would feel to have a full belly again. Not just feeling satisfied, but pigging out and shoving as much down my maw as possible. Feeling the gainer bug while also trying to diet was not going to work for me. I tore through my cabinet to find an old box of cookies. I opened the box, came to my senses and closed it, then decided I didn’t care and ate the remainder in one sitting. To try to slow myself down and tire out my palette, I tried to eat a bunch of lettuce, but then added a bunch of croutons and snacks without thinking. I still felt hungry, but just left the kitchen to stop myself.

Later, I hung out with my work-out buddy, Max, and vented about my hunger, “I’m still eating a lot! Just replacing chips with a lot of low fat snacks. So if the quantity of food I’m eating is the same, why am I always feeling sooooo hungry? Ugh.”

“Bro, sounds like you need a cheat day. But, hey, if you’re stressed about having too much high fat food, I can help you eat big while still holding back on the chips.”

“Well it can be helpful to sit with the feeling for a while. So if you start feeling hungry, write down exactly what you are craving and what that feels like. By the time you are done writing it out, if you’re still hungry for it… go for it. If the feeling passes, then move on,” Max continued.

“I’m sure we could try it, but I don’t see how much of a difference it’ll make.” I replied. I knew Max worked as some sort of private personal trainer or something on the side, so I felt inclined to believe him, but my stomach was doubtful.

After our workout, we visited a smoothie place and got large chocolate banana protein smoothies (after writing out what I was craving and waiting a moment before deciding to go through with it). I sucked mine down so fast I got a mild brain freeze.

“So how are you feeling? Hungry for another one?” Max asked, playfully placing a hand on my gut and giving it a quick rub.

“Ugh, I would totally go for a burger and fries right now… no, onion rings… actually both,” I replied, as Max handed me a notepad and pen. I wrote down the menu in my mind and thought about how it can be nice to feel so full without another care in the world.

“It’s been a few minutes… still hungry?” Max said with a sly smile.

“What do you think?” I asked him, lifting my gym shirt up to reveal my hairy belly, which gave a perfectly timed gurgle.

Max drove to my favorite burger joint and ordered a few meals and insisted on paying “This is my idea, don’t worry about it… for science!”

After downing two large burgers, a full bag of onion rings and a couple sides of fries, plus an apple that came with Max’s meal that he was too full to finish, I sat with my gut extended out in front of me.

Max leaned over to me, pulled my shirt up over my belly and patted it with his closed fist as if knocking at a door, “So how are you doing, hungry guy?” He put his ear to my side and listened intently to the stomach gurgles, occasionally making sounds of “Mmm,” “Yes, I see,” “Interesting.” I couldn’t help but burst out laughing at the absurdity of Max speaking to my belly.

“What’s so funny about listening to your gut? Intuitive eating is no joke,” Max said with a joking smile, “What is your stomach telling you?”

I thought for a moment, grabbed the notepad and wrote down ‘Though I should be full and done eating… Ice cream would hit the spot right now… Surely that would fill me up, and fill the void the low fat snacks have opened.’ I handed Max the written note.

Max looked from my belly to my eyes with a poker face, “I know just the place.”

In a few minutes we rolled up to Max’s apartment. Inside he pulled out some pints of cookies and cream ice cream and some mint chocolate chip. He handed me a spoon and opened the containers and sat across from me.

“Do you want me to get a bowl?” I asked.

“Nah. Try to intuitively eat. Just eat until your body feels done.”

“So… eat until there’s a nationwide ice cream shortage?”

Max threw his head back laughing, “If we get to that point, maybe we’ll pivot to a new tactic, but for now, feel free to eat as much as you want.” He looked endearingly into my eyes, and I felt my gut rumble, whether by digestion or hunger, or both, I couldn’t discern.

As I scooped down ice cream, we chatted about hunger, about scarcity mindset when it comes to food, and he told me some interesting facts about digestion and how to make room in one's stomach faster than normal by laying on the left side.

“Is this the stuff people need to know for your personal training work and such?” I asked.

“Personal training stuff?” Max gave a look of puzzlement then laughed, “I think I said that sarcastically a while back. A few guys pay me to help them gain weight and eat big. So sort of a personal trainer, but kind of the opposite effect that most would expect.”

“Ohhh, this tactic makes a bit more sense now,” I replied, continuing to eat the ice cream.

“Well, I thought if I encouraged you to experience the ability to eat as much as you want without restriction, you’ll realize that you don’t have to eat everything. It sounds like you are always hungry, because you are always denying that you want food.”

“Hmm, I suppose that’s true,” I went to scoop up more ice cream then realized I’d eaten all of it.

“How are you feeling?” Max asked, rubbing the top of my belly.

I felt a grumble deep in my stomach.”I can definitely feel my belly full of food, but I also could definitely do the whole thing all over again.”

Max considered me for a moment, then started listing off some random digestion facts again. He put his head on my stomach again, lifted my shirt off my body, listened again, took his hands and gently opened my mouth wide and peered down my throat, until I started laughing and he couldn't hold my mouth open.

“What are you doing? You think my stomach is gonna speak back to you in English?” I joked.

“No… but I wonder if I could better understand your hunger if I could better see inside your gut. Hmmm, maybe even just peering down your esophagus…”

“Don’t you need a fancy scope for that or something?”

“Not if you’re willing to relax your throat for a moment…” Max said. I shrugged, and he straddled my lap and shoved his head into my mouth. I could feel his energetic breathing against my tongue and wondered how on earth he could see anything down my throat with his head blocking light from the outside.

I heard a muffled “I’d like to see a bit further…” and felt him push his whole body forward into me. His shoulders shoved their way into my maw and stretched my jaw wide like an opera singer. I choked a little bit feeling his scratchy hair make contact with my uvula and the bottom of my tongue. I reflexively closed my lips over his skin and swallowed as the hair and breath tickled my maw. I realized that my peristalsis must have taken a bit of control, because I was surprised to see that I was looking down at his lower back with his arms pinned to his sides. I felt his nipples and pectoral muscles sliding against my tongue and felt his head squeezed tightly through my lower esophagus. What was going on? Though the sensation was filling me with dopamine and adrenaline, I realized that somehow my body was getting ready to eat a whole human, so I mentally prepared myself to try and regurgitate him. But instead I felt him force himself deeper into my throat, as his feet pushed off against the floor, and his upper torso wriggled and squirmed to slide deeper into me. I felt a sloshing in my gut, and heard a muffled intake of air and the continuation of more digestion facts being spewed out of Max’s ever curious mind obsessed with digestion.

Since Max seemed so intent on getting inside my stomach, and I knew I would need to breathe soon, I decided to help him out. I lifted his legs up over my head and felt gravity pulling him down my throat. I pulled his gym shorts and such off him and felt the interesting texture of his little belly over his abs, mixed with gym sweat and belly hair, felt past his hard on and groin, and his thick thighs as they all passed over my tongue and against my soft palate. My stomach finally began to feel full, as it sloshed with its soupy contents of dinner encasing Max’s squirming upper body. I knew Max’s hands had been freed from the tight grip of my esophagus as my inner stomach felt a peculiar tickling sensation with Max rubbing it from the inside. I felt him poke around and heard his muffled casual observations about my stomach.

I felt Max’s muscles seize up as he put his legs together tightly and let them slide easily down my throat. I felt his cold feet tickle my tongue, uvula and esophagus until they finally plopped into my stomach and I felt my throat open enough for me to exhale and breathe in more oxygen finally.

I took a few moments to gather my thoughts and catch my breath, feeling Max move around and curl up into a ball inside my tight stomach. I looked down to see the bulge his head made toward the top of my belly, with other odd bumps sticking out that I assumed were his knees and feet pressing up against my stomach walls. I felt his clammy hands push up against my stomach as he surveyed his new situation.

“Max, I forgot to write this craving down first.” I said, jokingly.

“Don’t worry I already did!” I heard him shout back, hearing it almost come up through my own throat. I stared in confusion at the opened notepad next to me and flipped to the last written note that read ‘Ice cream and everything else isn’t satisfying enough. Maybe eating me will do the trick. - Max’

My belly gurgled in surprise, “You planned for me to eat you?”

“I did shove myself down your throat, didn’t I?”

“But why would you -”

“Hey you didn’t try and stop me, bud,” he replied. I felt a pat against my belly, and shivered a little bit.

“Yeah, but I thought you just wanted to glance inside, but you wriggled in deeper!”

“Are you mad that I did?” Max asked. I felt him shifting his weight inside my gut and resting into me.

I considered the events of the night. I had really craved a day to just eat all I wanted, and Max gave all that to me and more. Even though I definitely didn’t expect him to force his way onto the menu, my belly felt much more satiated than it had been. “... I’m not mad at you… just want to make sure you know what you’re getting into… but I do have a confession.”

“What is it?” Max asked, shifting around and pressing his head up against the place where my hand was resting on my belly.

“I could go for some orange sherbert right now… I think your diet tactic failed.” My stomach added a large grumble and groan in agreement.

“Failed for you, maybe. But I’m cozy!” Max tried to stretch out a bit and I watched my stomach bulges shift in a funny manner, and felt my belly tighten and knead Max in response. “Plus, I think I figured out why you’ve been so hungry lately.”

“And what have you discovered?”

“That you should have eaten me ages ago! Once I’m digested into belly fat you’ll have more energy stored in your cells for longer, so you won’t be as hungry all the time! It’s simple science,” Max replied matter of factly.

“I’m not sure that science is sound, but as long as you’re happy, I’m fat and happy.”

“If you don’t think the science is sound, maybe you ought to repeat the experiment. Have a cheat day every once in a while,” Max replied, as he curled into a tight ball again and let my stomach relax and get to work over him. “I know I’ve been seeing that cute guy at the gym drooling over your gut, you know, the one who always wears that green hat? I’m sure he’d love to be a part of your next cheat day once you’ve had enough of your salads and diet again.”

I enjoyed the peace of feeling Max getting comfortable deep in my gut. I took deep breaths and felt my diaphragm move Max around slightly as my chest expanded and contracted. “Maybe I’ll ask him. But I’ll leave it up to him whether he wants to take it as far as you did tonight.” I rubbed my belly and stared, mesmerized at the lumpy spots on my belly indicating Max’s body relaxing against my stomach walls. I felt his heartbeat in polyrhythm against mine, with his breathing patterns tickling my stomach walls. I tasted the lasting flavors of his skin on my tongue, mixed with ice cream and other sustenance I had downed throughout the evening. Good thing we worked out first, to balance out this sharp intake in calories. So I suppose even if I had a cheat day from my diet, eating a whole human balances out to be healthy, right?

[kiss-theggoat]

Familiar

Ghostface (Billy Loomis) x F!Reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Summary: You've been having a shameful relationship with a certain Woodsboro slasher. One night, during a particularly passionate encounter, you discover who it actually is you’ve been spending time with.

Warnings: Smut, you don’t know you’re fucking Billy so I guess elements of non-con

“Guys come on! So what if I’m a virgin, I mean it’s normal!” Randy sat on the concrete ledge, fighting for his life against the vultures that are Stu and Billy. They cackled and fist bumped, turning back towards Randy to listen to him dig himself deeper into the virginity hole.

You overheard this conversation as you walked towards the group, lunch tray in hand and backpack slung over one shoulder, making it ache. Stu and Tatum sat furthest to the right, as usual, on top of eachother, kissing and touching, Tatum sitting on his lap. Then Sydney to their left, then Billy beside her, chewing on some apple slices Syd had brought. Randy sat furthest to the right, a few feet away from Billy. You strode over, plopping down between Billy and Randy. “What’s everyone arguing about?” You asked with a smile, also silently questioning if your school chicken sandwich would give you salmonella.

Stu laughed, tossing a chocolate in his mouth. “We just figured out that ol’ stunner Randy Meeks here is a virgin.” He threw a candy towards Randy, making him swat it away and flip Stu off. You were conflicted. You could take Randy’s side and say you were too, but that’d be a lie. If you said you weren’t a virgin, then everyone would ask who you’d slept with, because you told Syd and Tatum that you were a virgin. They’d know it happened recently, and you couldn’t exactly tell them you’d been meeting with a certain ghost-faced serial killer.

You shrugged. “Me too.” With a sneer, you peeled the bun back to reveal a questionably pink looking breaded piece of chicken. “You want this?” You held the burger out to Stu, who snatched it up and began to scarf it down like he hadn’t eaten in a month, which left you with a few bland, soggy french fries.

“A-HA!” Randy pointed an accusatory finger at Billy. “Told you! Totally normal to be a virgin. Just cause you're used to seeing movies where every single teenager is having sex doesn’t mean that-“

“It’s not the movies, Spielberg.” Billy interrupted. “Most of the people I know - in this school - aren’t virgins.”

You made eye contact with Billy, just now realizing that he was staring you down, deep brown eyes burning holes into yours. Trying to play off how nervous you were around him, you rolled your eyes. “What’s the big deal, Billy? Being a virgin isn’t embarrassing.”

Billy dropped the apple slice he was eating, leaning closer to you. Something in his eyes looked right through you. It looked like he knew all of your secrets, every little thing you’ve done in the dark. You tensed and backed up, biting half of your cardboard-like fry. “What?” You asked defensively, trying to get him to back off.

He didn’t say a word for a few seconds, staring at you with the same blank expression. “You’re really a virgin, huh?”

Did he know? How could he possibly know? Did EVERYONE know? You started to panic internally, but kept it cool on the outside. “Yes! I don’t know what the big deal is. Just because I haven’t found someone yet doesn’t mean I’m a loser or something.”

“Yeah right! You’re a total loser!” Stu yelled, finishing your sandwich. “I can’t believe a hottie like you is a virgin! Maybe you and Randy can fuck, get it over with.” He wiggled his eyebrows at you. You threw a fry at him, but it missed him, unlike Tatum’s slap on the chest, “Ugh, Stu don’t be gross.” She whined.

Randy’s face was bright red. You always thought he might have a little thing for you, but you’d pretty much had your eyes on Billy ever since high school started. You were glad to be his friend, but when he started dating one of your best friends, Syd, you couldn’t help but be consumed completely with jealousy. She knew you’d had a crush on him a little bit, and still dated him. You convinced her you were over it. Girl code, y’know?

“I’m not rushing to not be a virgin. I’m fine with it.” You said matter-of-factly and ate another fry. Billy scoffed, leaning back against his hands, which earned him a glare from both you and Sydney. You had no clue why he was being so rude about this, he couldn’t know. The bell rang out, signaling both the terrible start of your Algebra class and the blissful end of this conversation. “See you guys later.” You mumbled, taking your tray with you as you left.

The alarm clock beside you read 12:36 AM. You had been reading next to your lamp at your desk for a while, procrastinating your homework long enough to where it hopefully disappeared. With a yawn and an ache behind your eyes you decided it was bedtime. As you stood up to turn your lamp off, you jumped at the sound of your phone ringing. Your body had an immediate response, like Pavlov’s dogs. A phone call late at night usually meant a visit from your favorite ghost.

You picked up the line. “Hello?” You asked, a small smile tugging at your lips as you mindlessly chewed on your fingernail.

“Hi pretty girl…” his sultry voice had you hot in your cool bedroom, cheeks turning pink. “Your blinds are closed. I thought I told you to keep those open.”

“Sorry.” You said softly. “It was hot today…” you walked towards your curtains and moved them to the side, standing in the window.

A hearty chuckle sounded from over the line. “There she is…wearing my favorite shirt…good girl…”

You looked down at the tank top you had on, pink, simple, but low cut and revealing. Perfect for bed and, apparently, Ghostface. With it, you wore a pair of plain black lounge shorts that fit loose around your thighs.

“I’m in a hurry tonight, princess so get to it.” He said quickly, “Is the window unlocked like I told you?”

You nodded, big enough for him to see from his usual spot in the yard. You decided to listen to the man, getting to work. You set the phone down for just a second, quickly taking your shirt off. You had no bra, so he had a full unobstructed view of your tits he loved so much. You picked up the phone again and heard a small groan from him. “Attagirl…”

You shimmied your shorts off your legs, pleased that you had worn panties he liked, your girliest ones, purple with a little gemstone heart on the waistband.

“It’s almost like you knew I was coming, pretty girl.”

You bit your lip, leaning in closer to the window. “Come inside already…” You whispered needily, voice almost trembling from your desperation.

One minute your yard was empty, normal. The picture of suburban bliss. The next, it was overtaken by the shadow of a brutal, ruthless killer, threatening aura filling the whole yard. He should scare you, but your body had a visceral reaction to him. Face hot, skin tingling, panties wet. You wanted him every single night like you’d never wanted anything before, and seeing him was like lighting a fire in your chest. It was borderline humiliating how bad you needed him.

You slid the window open, screen discarded weeks ago, and you waited with vibrating skin. You watched his gloved hands grip the window sill, strong arms pulling him up into your childhood bedroom. Maybe that was part of the appeal. He was so forbidden, having a secret relationship in your home with a man like him was so hot to you.

There he stood in all his glory, black boots heavy on your white rug. He was on you in seconds, hands wandering, grabbing your tits hard with one, the other pushing your panties down. “So wet already.” He growled. His voice close-up was weird, but something you’d gotten used to. You knew he was using a voice changer, it crackled very once in a while and you could hear another voice in tandem with his deep, modulated one. His real voice. You couldn’t hear it well enough to know who it was, but you liked hearing it anyway.

You nodded, breathless, backing up to your bed while pulling him at the bicep with you. You laid back, and he slid your panties off the rest of the way, slipping them into his back pocket. That made your face flame red. The fact that he wanted to keep your wet panties was insane to you, made you feel hot, made you feel wanted. It made you feel like he needed you as bad as you needed him.

“Please…” you whined, pulling on his cloak as he stepped between your legs.

“Needy, huh? Such a pretty girl shouldn’t be acting like such a slut.” He snapped, but you could hear the smirk in his voice. His gloved hands trailed up the smooth skin of your inner thighs, stopping at the apex to admire the way you looked in the low warm light of your bedroom.

He slid his glove off, something he’s never done before. You looked down quickly at his hand, but a firm grip on your jaw slammed you back down to the bed. “No peeking, princess.”

You nodded, finally feeling his skin on yours. His touch felt so much better than the rough material of his gloves. Based on the glance you got, his hands were big, but smooth. Something you didn’t expect from him. You expected rough and dirty hands, not soft and manicured fingers.

All of your pensive thoughts were scrambled when you felt his finger push inside of you, quite easily with how wet you were at this point. He groaned at the feeling of your warm insides, eager to be inside you. A second finger slid in beside the first, curling upwards against the soft spot he knew got a reaction from you. You tensed, legs spreading further with a whine at his touch.

Warmth spread over your legs and belly, up to your chest and face. His fingers squelched as he fucked them into you, curled upwards at every right moment. Your bedsheets felt so soft against your hands as you gripped onto them, eyes closed and mouth open, wanton moans escaping you. While you weren’t focused, he slid a hand underneath his cloak, palming himself through his jeans.

He grumbled something softly, something you didn’t hear.

“Huh?” You asked, that small word the only thing you could muster between moans.

“Wanna taste you.” He said louder, grinding his hips into his hand. “You're gonna be a good girl and keep your eyes shut, okay?” He asked, but you felt a threatening undertone present in his words. You nodded quickly, but whined when his fingers left you. You felt yourself clench around nothing,feeling empty without him inside you.

You shut your eyes tightly, hearing him move to the window to shut the curtain. Your hands were clammy as they pressed over your eyes, you had to make sure you wouldn’t peek. You wanted to see what he looked like, but didn’t want to end up in the paper as the newest Ghostface victim.

For a minute, you waited, then suddenly, an eruption of pleasure as you felt his mouth on you, tongue running up your clit, hands pressing your thighs down against the bed. Without even thinking about it, your hands flew down to grip his hair. He didn’t seem to mind. You tried to gather what little information you could from the feeling. He felt sweaty, but his hair was soft, a little bit longer. But that’s all you could gather. You scrunched your face to emphasize the fact that your eyes were closed.

He sucked your clit into his mouth as two large fingers pushed inside of you. You let out a loud moan, mouth hanging open and back arching up off of the bed. “Holy shit…” you moaned, tightening your grip on his hair. He groaned, squeezing your thighs tight with his bare hands, to your delight, both gloves were off. He was becoming way more comfortable with you.

You felt yourself get close, you felt tingles on your thighs and up your waist, all the way up to your arms. Your whole body felt like it was on fire, you felt so good and you couldn’t think straight. At that moment, you wanted to see him. You needed to know who he was. Desperately, you wanted to kiss him.

“I’m…I…” you whined.

“You’re gonna cum?” He asked, voice breathy with small pants. You tensed up. His voice changer wasn’t on. He sounded so familiar but you couldn’t put your finger on it. It was bugging you, but you couldn’t focus on it too long as your orgasm overtook your body, gushing over his fingers and legs trembling as a damn near shriek left your mouth. You felt like you couldn’t see, your ears were ringing and you felt like you had just been beat up. You decided to look. You had to. His voice. You knew him.

You opened your eyes to see the man you’d been fucking the last few weeks. His lips and chin glistening with your cum, face flushed and soft pants escaping his plumped lips, hair sweaty and tousled from your pulling, falling in front of those gorgeous brown eyes.

You couldn’t believe it. You stared in shock. “….B-Billy?”

[writing-whump]

Bad careraker

Needed a break from the drama, so have some Dylan with indigestion and Rip having no idea what to do about it.

When Dylan came home from his emergency hospital call from his sister, it was already late afternoon.

Rip spent the day polishing the kitchen, trying to manage the chaos Dylan left in his wake. Dylan was messy even on a good day, but when he got into something—like digging out his boxing gear or work-out equipment Rip couldn’t identify—their living room turned into a disaster zone.

Forced to live in less-than-clean environments in the last years, Rip cherished the chance to take care of this place—sweeping, dusting, mopping the floors—and he was practically in love with the dishwasher! It was the coolest thing, aside from actual clean plates without splitters that weren't plastic or from the garbage.

Plus, he felt like he was contributing something. Moving around the place was safe, and he could feel himself managing more and more on his feet every day. Which was good cause keeping up with Dylan's fast pace of ruining his work was a worthy challenge.

How Dylan functioned in that mess when he didn't have to was beyond Rip's reality.

When Dylan arrived, his shoes went, of course, flying in two different directions. He discarded his sweaty shirt on the floor as he went, then collapsed in the middle of the sofa in the living room. "Ugh, that was horrible."

Rip had to work hard to contain his annoyance to twitching eyebrows. "Hi to you, too."

Dylan buried his face into the tiny pillow on the sofa with a long-suffering sigh.

"How did it go?"

"Didn't find out much. Just Sel crying her eyes out and everyone being super secretive. God forbit someone finds out Isaiah was sick."

Rip raised his eyebrows, bracing his hands on the kitchen island that offered good view into the living room. Must have been something serious if it got the Executioner into a hospital. Especially one that had such extensive medical knowledge. Something even he couldn't handle?

"I have never seen her like that." Dylan turned his head to the side, facing the turned-off TV. "Or I did, but like an eternity ago. Not since when she came to my room to cry about some bullying classmate or some shit. She was 12."

Rip rubbed the back of his head, not sure if that was information Dylan should be sharing with a stranger. "Will they...ehh, be okay?"

"Should be coming home soon. Honestly, I don't get the drama, he's got a shadow and is healing up. What could be so bad? Touchy wolves and their invulnerability crap."

Rip wondered if he should remind him that Dylan was a wolf too. It was funny to watch how he sometimes counted himself among humans without thinking.

Dylan's cheeks suddenly puffed out and he burped loudly. "Ughhh. My stomach's killing me."

Rip cringed. "What did you eat?'

Dylan turned to the side, so he could rub at his middle with a grimace. "Took Sel to McDonalnds. I completely forgot about how greasy that food is. Didn't eat stuff like that for months."

Rip's gaze went to the collection of protein shakes and vitamins that covered the cupboards next to the sink. Dylan was surprisingly aware of his health, on a diet to grow his muscles and aid his gym efforts. It was hard to meet someone that obsessed with himself. "Why would you do that, then?"

"Cause I forgot, that's why! Had like two burgers, chicken nuggets and fries....and the one more, cause we were waiting on empty and it was getting weird." He opened his mouth with another loud burp, his stomach churning aggressively. "Damn, it's really brewing in there."

Once again, Rip was at a loss for words in the face of Dylan's unashamed openness.

"s gonna ruin my streak too," Dylan said mournfully as he lifted himself up into a sitting position, swallowing heavily.

"Why is that so strickt?"

Dylan gave him a glare. "You are not gonna get sixpack from McDonalds and chocolates, man. And I need to look good on videos if I want sport and vitamin companies to sponsor me." He looked terribly pleased with himself. "I'm gonna make thousands of euroes from being an infleuncer on TikTok with his physique, you just watch."

Rip would be glad to watch if he knew what TikTok was. Dylan forced his old Samsung on him but Rip got easily overwhelmed by the number of apps installed there. Didn't help Dylan's teaching skills encompassed zero patience. Just as short his attention span. This online genration.

Dylan groaned, kneading into his stomach with both hands. That worked up a string of loud belches.

Rip scrunched his nose. "Really, man?"

"What? It's helping."

"Is it?" Rip said dryly. Dylan was getting paler by the second, swallowing frantically. Rip stepped closer to the sofa, and sure enough, he could hear loud, upset gurgles through the whole living room. "Maybe you should lie down or something."

"You don't lie down with indigestion, stupid. Sitting up is supposed to help." His stomach gave another growl again, like a cornered wolf.

"...are you gonna hurl?"

Dylan winced, glaring indignant daggers at Rip. "No. Just feel sick is all."

"That's what that usually entails."

Dylan gulped again, breathing through his teeth. "Do we have something for it?"

"Huh? We?"

"Yeah," Dylan said sullenly. "Sel always has drops or tea or some digestion enzyms at hand."

Rip shrugged, never having any of that ever, not to mention at hand.

"What about coke or tea?"

"Man, I don't do the shopping." He hadn't been outside since the stabbing. Saving that up for later, after Isaiah promised to see over his shadow and figure out what he should do to interact with people normally. His only contact outside was Dylan. "I can get you water?"

"Water? Geez-buurp-thanks, no thanks." Dylan cradled his belly gently, a shiever rocking his spine as his jaw snapped up with another wet burp. "I really don't...feel good."

"What about you go to the bathroom so you don't make a mess?" Rip suggested in irritation.

"I'm not...not gonna throw up," Dylan protested but dragged himself clumsily to his feet, arm wrapped tightly around his stomach. Now that he was standing Rip could see how bloated it was, skin stretched around a giant ball instead of the usual toned muscles.

The black haired wolf followed after Dylan. He didn't really want to be around, he wasn't sure what to do, but it also didn't feel right to just leave him to it. Not when Dylan had been so crazy about helping him at every turn.

Dylan didn't get far, bracing against the kitchen sink as his throat bobbed, working out another burp. He shook his head and grimaced queasily. "Not sitting right. Really wants to fight its way out of there."

"Less talk and more moving," Rip said, cause this was looking too close for comfort. He tugged at Dylan's hand just when the brown-haired retched emptily over the sink.

"See? Hurry up. Sink is gonna be a hassle to clean."

"Y-you are so mean, anyone told you that?" Dylan whined, but let Rip pull him away and towards the bathroom.

Rip felt a stab of guilt and defensive anger. Why was Dylan making such a big deal about a little nausea? Was his own fault for eating crap he knew he shouldn't.

Dylan stumbled in front of the toilet and moaned pathetically towards the water, hands shaking as he grabbed the rim for support.

Rip made a move to leave, then bit his lip at the pitiful whine. Dylan was so dramatic. "What now? Anything else you want?"

"Jerk," Dylan said, spitting into the toilet. His belly gave a loud gurgly moan that ended in a deep rumbling belch towards the water. "Oh, that hurts."

"Where is your fighting spirit," Rip said bitingly, but turned back to stand over Dylan. What was his role supposed to be in this? Dylan obviously wanted something, making such a scene out of it, but Rip couldn't figure out what.

"T-hink the f-fries are winning this round," Dylan wheezed. His shoulders hitched as he retched, but only another burp came up.

"Let it happen already. Geez, you make a big deal out of this," Rip said, rolling his eyes. He was close enough to get the stench from Dylan's unmuffled burps.

Dylan lurched forward suddenly, a wet burp bringing up a small gush of puke. The next heave came right after, a much thicker wave of yellowy mush.

Rip grimaced and looked away, but Dylan's loud retches and throaty burps didn't leave much to imagination.

Dylan was holding onto the rim of the toilet with both hands, a long string of saliva hanging from his mouth. There were little tears of strain sliding down his cheeks and he was sniffling.

"That it?" Rip asked, reaching over to hand him a bunch of toilet paper. "Nothing to be so shaky over, come on."

Dylan lowered his head, lips quivering as he wiped his face. Rip flushed the toilet, still standing over him.

"C-could you get me some water?"

Rip scoffed. "Now he wants water. Honestly, you don't look like you can keep it down yet. Let's not waste it."

That had Dylan's head snapping up, cheeks all red. "You are such an asshole, it's not a waste-"

Rip sighed and drummed his fingers gently over Dylan's back. Dylan's eyes glazed over and he turned back over the bowl sharply as it worked up another burp.

The next one brought a new splatter of sick though.

Rip chuckled at how well that worked. "There you go. Just get it out."

[minty-mumbles]

Linked Universe Survey 2023

The long awaited results of the survey. Sorry it took me forever, making graphs is hard.

There were 452 responses to the survey as a whole, which is almost double what we got last year, so thank you to everyone who participated!

If you want to see the raw data, you can find that here. I had thoughts about the data, but compiling that into another post would be too much of a hassle. Feel free to send me asks about it though!

The rest of the post will be under a read more as it it large

Demographics

Other: Demigirl (4), Transmasc (3), Grey genderfluid, Unlabeled, Demiboy, Demiagender

Other: Omnisexual (4), Poly (2), Trixic, Abroromantic or Bellusromantic, Demisexual

General Questions

Other: Quotev, Discord, their own google docs

Other: Discord, Variations of "I haven't posted yet, but I pan to" and "I haven't posted my fics in ages",

Other: Wattpad, Deviantart, Discord

Other: Crochet dolls, Custom dolls, Roleplay blogs (2), Fan translations, Headcanons (2), Piano music

The purple section in the “Warriors vs Warrior” chart is supposed to read “Warrior.” I made a typo.

Favorites and Least Favorites

Selected Free Response Answers

im sorry warriors i just can't play your game (it is very very hard. i am stuck very early on in the game)

I love cats meow meow meow

was extremely tempted to put twilight for least favorite. unfortunately he is my favorite to write from the perspective of (he has taken over most of my wips. help) and that probably counts for something. WILD on the other hand. hooo boy how the hell do i characterize this gargoyle. why is he Like That. least favorite it is

Twiddy

very good fandom to be in :) everybody is very nice

It's a straight up crime that Wars lost the aesthetics poll so quickly. He has such a peak Link design with the best colors. Ugh I'm getting wistful.

FROGS. FROGS. FROGS. ALSO HAPPY PRIDE MONTH. FROGS. FROGS. FROGS. FROGS. FROGS.

I will fight Hylia herself and the next person who implies Twi can't handle spice. If we're going to lean into him being southern/Midwestern, which is an alright stero type for our rancher, please keep in mind the culture you're basing him off. The south and midwest can handle their spice, I assure you. Have you ever had authentic Louisiana gumbo? It will melt you tongue off. Or some good old fashion spicy fried chicken? I promise the real stuff has quite a kick. (In all seriousness, though. It's more important that you're having fun. And even I can admit the idea of Twi being an Ordonian who can't handle his spice is more than a little funny.)

I am an OoT Link edgelord and have been since early 2017. So, in September of that year, when an artist by the name of jojo56830 puts out a lineup of nine different Links and the Hero of Time is there – the oldest, no eye, Hero’s Shade armor? I saw that one sketch and just thought “oh this is gonna be bad.” Yeah of course he has the coolest design. By the way, it’s only a matter of time until Fierce Deity shows up in the comic and I have reason to believe it could be this current Dawn arc. Dawn … Dawn of a New Day … and who brought about the Dawn of a New Day? Fierce Deity. Twilight is recovering but still injured and what will happen if he falls again? Fierce Deity is coming and we need to be prepared. In this essay I will—

Remember that time when someone put the whole script of the bee movie in here? I’m not that dedicated, and I don’t have that time, but let us remember and hope someone else does it again this time. Cause someone is bound too. We’re all crazy enough to do it. Alright, love you and stay hydrated pls!

Hi! I joined this fandom really recent but i’ve always seen LU stuff on pinterest and elsewhere. Only recently have i actually took the time to understand the fandom and get back into LOZ stuff and i adore the characters and story! The more and more fanart, fanfics, and comics i see about the different Links the more i love them all. It’s such a pain to pick just one i like or one i don’t like because they’re all so unique. I love this fandom and hope to get more involved!! Have a wonderful rest of your day :]

Epona is an underrated queen

your mom

I really don't get why Zelda is called Artemis. Athena makes more sense???? It perplexes me

Anyone seeing this should check out Breanna’s E!Wild AU

Something something queer every Link into oblivion!

[gojos-fr-bae]

Liar pt. 7

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8

Pairing: Gojo x fem!eader

Warnings: Fluff to Angst, Drinking, Cussing, Club tings (lmk if I missed anything

Word Count: 1.3K

A/N: UGH, I hate this one too, idk what it is it just doesn't fulfill what I wanted, let me know anything you would like to see or have to say. Also, DO you guys want this story to have a happy or sad ending? I'm still deciding, I'm about to finish the series so...

(Requests open)

Satoru

Satoru was going batshit crazy running around his house like a headless chicken, trying to clean and baby-proof the house. Things had been going surprisingly smoothly with you and Kaito. He had been going absolutely amazing.

You guys had been going out as a family consistently for the past three months and you finally decided to let Kaito spend the night at Satoru’s. He had spent the whole day yesterday buying snacks, toys, and redecorating the nursery that he had been preparing for the day he would meet his boy.

He was running around making sure he had gotten rid of all his alcohol, although he couldn’t lie that he was buzzed at the moment although he had tried so hard to sober up, his body just wouldn’t let him.

Just before he could begin to spiral, he heard his doorbell ring.

He ran to the door as fast as his lanky legs would take him and quickly opened it. And there you stood.

Fuck you look beautiful.

You were just wearing the first thing you found at the top of your closet, but oh gosh you made it look so good.

In your arms was Kaito’s overnight bag and the precious angel in question. He looked up at his father with his iconic blue eyes, his little fingers having a grip stronger than gravity on your shirt.

Y/N

“Hi, Satoru, thank you so much again, I don’t know what I’d do without you,” you said, you had been swarmed with work and a mission you had to do, not to mention complete registering him for kindergarten and everyone was too busy to baby sit Kaito, everyone except for Satoru, and considering how much you knew he wanted this, and how much you wanted this for Kaito, you thought, why not. I mean, what could go wrong, Satoru is his dad and your baby is two years old. What harm could he possibly do?

“Hey, y-yeah, it's no problem! I would love to spend some time with the little guy,” He said, smiling at the boy who stared back at him, boredom evident in his face.

“Mhm, well here’s his bag, it has all his clothes toothbrush, the usual, and on the outer pocket I put a list of stuff he likes, hates, shouldn’t eat, beadtime instructions, emergency contac-”

“Hey, hey, hey, hey, calm down, he’ll be fine, I promise,” he whispered, holding your shoulders before taking the bag out of your hands, but you didn’t miss how they shook ever so slightly.

You set Kaito down before squatting down to look at him.

“Okay baby, I have to go now, remember what we talked about, and please listen to daddy, “ you said softly. Kaito’s eyes began to tear up as he began to reach out for you, whining softly.

“Oh, Kai, come on, you promised you’d be good, and I’ll be back first thing in the morning, okay?”you said.

“Uh-huh,” he replied, although his grip on your shirt wasn’t loosening in the slightest.

“Okay, I love you the most, okay, so so so so sooooo much.” you said, littering kisses all over his face, causing him to smile the cutest smile ever.

“Love you too!” he replied cutely.

And then, the time finally came for you to part with your little one. It pained you greatly to have to leave him, and it felt ten times worse for the little boy, but all you could do was look up at Satoru and hope he would keep your son safe.

***

Satoru

He stopped in front of Kaito’s room and opened the door to the boy’s room.

“And here’s your room” he stated as he closed off his tour.

Gojo helped Kaito unpack everything and get settled in his room before leading him to the kitchen whenever their dinner of burgers, pizza and fried chicken were waiting for them * Satoru could not cook to save his life*

The two sat and ate in awkward silence before he took Kaito into his playpen and the boy discovered a whole new world.

The thing was huge and filled with literally every toy under the sun. He giggled and ran towards it, ready to have the time of his life.

The night went by faster than he expected and it was finally time for Kaito to go to bed.

“Come on buddy, please just go to bed.” He said to the boy laying on the bed, claiming that he wasn’t tired. Satoru tried to leave but this kid and his iron grip reached for his arm, refusing to let go.

Sighing, Gojo just gave up and layed down on the bed, with his son on his chest, and just like magic, Kaito fell asleep within seconds, but Satoru was stuck. He didn’t want to move because he was scared of waking up the child, so he just accepted his fate and let sleep overcome him.

***

“Mama!!” Kaito screamed, running to you at breakneck speeds, you picked him up and hugged him tight. 

“Hi baby,” You said sweetly, smiling down at him. 

Satoru was leaning against a wall, his heart swelling at the scene before him. He could have had this. You could have been his family. It hurts to know that you are standing right before him, and yet, so out of reach.

“Thanks again Gojo, I owe you one.”

“Well…you could pay me back by going out with me?”

“Gojo…”

“Please Y/N, just this once,” He begged.

“Ok, ok, I'll think about it. Thank you so much again. Say bye to daddy Kai.”

“Bye-bye.” he said, waving at his dad, who waved back.” 

Once he closed the door, Satoru started jumping up and down, giggling giddily. YOU SAID YES, YOU’RE GOING TO ACTUALLY GO OUT WITH HIM.

If pure joy and elation were a person, it would be him.

***

Y/N

You were trying to push through the crowd at the club you had gaslit yourself into thinking you should go to. You had been so stressed recently and since Kaito wanted to hang out with Megumi, you  thought why not. Oh how you would come to regret this decision.

The hoard of grinding sweaty bodies, deafeningly loud music and strobing LEDs were becoming too much, you began to make your way to the bar, hoping for a chance to catch your breath, only to be met with an absolutely heartbreaking sight.

There was Gojo, sitting on a barstool right in front of you.  But that wasn’t the problem. No, the problem was the girl dressed in such a skimpy fit that a napkin would give her more coverage, grinding on him. And he was just sitting there.  He just held his glass, sipping on his whiskey and looking away from her with his hands on her waist. It looked like he was mumbling something to her but you couldn’t make it out from where you stood.

You saw nothing but red. Who the fuck does he think he is talking about how he missed you, asked you out, and then proceeds, to pull this shit.

You walked up to him, tears in your eyes, and slapped him with all your might.The girl looked at you in disgust but Satoru looked absolutely mortified.

“You fucking asshole!” You screamed at him. Heads turned towards you but you couldn’t care less. You turned and ran out of there as fast as your legs could take you. You could hear Gojo frantically calling out to you but you didn’t care. It’s like you completely blacked out. You ran, you don’t know where, you don’t know for how long, but you ran.

Eventually, your legs gave out. You fell on the sidewalk and sobbed into your hands. You couldn’t handle it. You thought he loved you. That he hadn’t changed, but no. Of Course not. Afterall, He’s Gojo Satoru.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8

Again, let me know if u want a happy or sad ending. Thank you for reading this far :)

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[katsona-the-katsequel]

Cooking Is Heaven, Eating Is Hell

Today is Shinjiro's turn! Enjoy!

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"...Geez, why did I have to do this..."

"S-sorry Aragaki-senpai... agh! Ugh (cough, cough)."

"Y-Yukari-chan, are you okay?"

This is Yukari's private room in the dorm. Dressed in a cardigan over her pink pajamas, Yukari is coughing in pain as Fuuka gently strokes her back. Yukari had gone to Tartarus despite feeling unwell, and her cold had only gotten worse. Standing next to Yukari's bed was Mitsuru, who also looked worried, and Aragaki, who looked a little lost. In Aragaki's hands was a tray of steaming hot-looking food, the result of the "things like this" he had mentioned. It seemed that Mitsuru, who had worried about Yukari, had asked him to make the porridge that is the standard meal for sick people.

"Aragaki-senpai is really kind."

Yukari scooped up the dish, which at first glance looked like ordinary porridge, with a spoon and popped it into her mouth.

"What?! Oh well, it was just a whim. Don't worry about it. Just eat it."

In response to Fuuka's honest words, Aragaki simply said that and brusquely handed her the tray.

"Ugh, thank you. Cough..."

"How is it, Yukari-san?"

"It's so delicious! What is this, how did you make it? I can't believe it!"

Mitsuru asked with a motherly tone of concern, asking if it was too hot and if Yukari could swallow it properly, but right in front of her eyes Yukari's expression melted.

Yukari, who had looked distressed a moment ago, had instantly regained her strength and was now moving her hands and mouth with incredible vigor, and in no time at all the contents of the bowl had been emptied.

"Well, how do I do it... I just make whatever works. I thought normal porridge might not be nutritious enough, so I made Chinese-style milk porridge."

Aragaki said it was simple, but it's actually quite time-consuming. Garlic, ginger, and chopped green onions are fried thoroughly in sesame oil, and then rice and carrots and daikon radish cut into strips are added, followed by chicken stock. Then the lid is put on, and once it boils, the mixture is simmered on low heat for 30 to 40 minutes, being careful not to let it boil over. Once the rice is soft enough, milk is added, salt is added to taste, and the dish is ready. It contains carbohydrates and protein that boost the body's immune system, as well as vitamins A, B, and C, and beta-carotene, making it the perfect food for the sick.

Sanada and others had been saying for some time that Aragaki's cooking was on par with that of a professional, but when Yukari actually tasted the food, she was more impressed than she had imagined. Yukari honestly expressed her praise.

"There's no such thing as a proper answer! Aragaki-senpai is the best."

"You idiot... what an embarrassing thing to say..."

"Why are you being so humble? Food is the basis of being a human being. It's important. You can do that so well, Aragaki-senpai, it's admirable! I want the other guys to follow your example. As a person, you have to be able to cook at least a little."

Yukari's excited speech, which was non-stop, was suddenly halted.

"Wait a minute! J-Junpei? And everyone else?"

At the entrance to Yukari's room, the other dorm residents, that is, everyone who wasn't in the room, were gathered with Junpei at the head. Even Koromaru was peeking out from under Junpei's feet.

"What is going on?"

"Well, it smells so good that we just..." Sanada began to speak honestly, but Junpei cut him off with his whole body and pointed his finger at him.

"Yuka-tan... you made us angry!"

"Huh? Huh?"

"If you can't cook, you're not a human? You're a good cook, Takeba-sama, so that means we're not human, right?"

"N-no, I didn't mean that... And besides, it's true that Junpei can't cook properly."

At this, Junpei shook his finger from side to side.

"Not being able to cook is not the same as not wanting to cook, Yuka-tan. Besides, I'm not the only one you've hurt..."

Junpei theatrically covered his eyes with his hands as if to hold back tears.

"...Ah."

Mitsuru and Fuuka were standing beside the bed, their faces down, with a gloomy air around them. "N-No, um. I...I didn't mean to say that...Se-senpai? Fuuka?"

"Therefore!"

Junpei raised his head, which had been lowered, and declared in a loud voice, full of excitement.

"I challenge you to a cooking contest!"

"Huh?"

Thus, the first Iwatodai dormitory cooking championship was decided to be held.

"And so, I, Aigis, will be your host for today. How about you, commentator Amada-san?"

"...All of you must be bored."

"I see. So then, Mr. Aragaki, the chairman of the judges..."

"...Seriously, why am I in this situation..."

The day after Junpei's declaration, Yukari had fully recovered, and as it happened to be a Sunday, the cooking competition was finally held. Aragaki, who likely had the most sensitive palate among the group, was to be the chief judge, while Aigis, who had no sense of taste, was to act as MC. Amada was also encouraged to participate, but he turned them down, saying, "Why should I cook? What do you expect from an elementary school kid?" and took his seat as commentator. Everyone else was now both a participant and a judge.

At first, Mitsuru and Fuuka showed a complete refusal, but Junpei's sweet words, such as "It's like a festival" and "Everything is an experience," gradually softened their attitude, and finally, with a decisive word mentioning a certain person's name, "This is your chance to show off your skills to...", they were brainwashed, or rather persuaded, to participate in the cooking competition.

"Now, the competition will finally begin. First up, Yukari-san, please."

"Okay! Watch this, Junpei!"

The food that Yukari brought in high spirits was a wonderful dish that lived up to her confidence. It was a makunouchi bento that looked delicious. In addition to the standard side dishes of a makunouchi bento such as tamagoyaki (rolled omelette), grilled fish, and kamaboko (fish cake), it also contained Western-style side dishes such as small hamburger steaks and cheese chicken cutlets. Of course, the rice was formed into a cylindrical shape and topped with scattered black sesame seeds.

"Yeah, that's pretty good."

After taking a bite of the tamagoyaki, Yukari pumped her fist in response to Aragaki's evaluation, and the other members followed suit, one after the other reaching for their chopsticks.

"The grilled fish is marinated in Saikyo miso... nice job."

"Wow, the way you cut this kamaboko is intricate."

"Is Yukari already confirmed as the winner?"

Yukari said with a look of embarrassment and pride on her face as she received a constant stream of praise.

"Ah, but this time I have an unexpected rival... I'd like to try his food too."

The man in front of Yukari's eyes was the field leader who seemed to lack self-assertiveness, but from his face, which was only half visible due to his bangs, he seemed to exude a faint confidence that was not always there.

"Well then, let's continue."

At Aigis's urging, the second dish was brought out.

"Oh...!"

It was a clam and tomato pasta dish called Vongole in Rosso, which would not have seemed out of place in a small restaurant. The head judge, Aragaki, deftly wrapped the pasta around a fork and took a bite.

He put it in his mouth.

"The pasta is a little soft, but it passes the test."

"Let's have some too...oh, it's delicious!"

"Clams and tomatoes go really well together."

Surprisingly, he'd lost his parents at a young age and had been living alone for a long time, so his cooking skills were not bad at all. However, perhaps due to his simple personality, his cooking skills were limited to simple dishes such as pasta and rice bowls, which could be said to be a weakness.

"So, who's next?"

Aragaki, who had initially looked sour after being served one delicious dish after another, seemed to be in a good mood. A fun meal can really put people at ease. Perhaps Junpei had planned the cooking contest simply to try to close the gap between Aragaki and the other members, even if only a little. If that was the case, his intention was being fully achieved.

But that happy atmosphere didn't last long.

"What is this?"

"Um, well, ramen."

"It's instant noodles, isn't it?"

In front of Aragaki was a cup of instant noodles that you could prepare in three minutes by adding hot water. They were seafood flavored.

"No, it's a cup! I've got my own way of making it. I got inspired by Aragaki-senpai's milk porridge and made it with milk!" Aragaki made a disgusted face. The rest of the guys all looked disgusted as well.

"What? What? What's going on? It's really delicious!"

"Even if it's delicious... it's not food."

"Junpei, you are disqualified."

Aigis rang the bell next to her, somewhere.

"What?! No way..."

Junpei's shoulders slumped in disappointment. The only one who was there to see him was the field leader, who took a mouthful of the cup noodles and patted Junpei on the shoulder as if to say, "It's delicious, not bad at all."

"Next, Mitsuru-san, please."

Things were accelerating towards catastrophe.

"Duck confit with foie gras and truffles. All the ingredients were flown in from France."

Mitsuru held out a gorgeous silver plate with her chest puffed out, but sweat was running down her face. Staring at the food on the plate, Aragaki asked,

"Which one is the duck?"

"It's obviously t-that one."

"What's this black thing?"

"The truffles."

"And this black one?"

"Foie gras... I think."

"So, what about this black one?"

"Ummm... how about some leeks as a side dish?"

She didn't know what to say when asked that.

Aragaki was looking down with a wicked glint in his eyes and he spoke to Mitsuru in a low voice.

"It's all charcoal."

"Well, maybe I got the heat a little off. The ingredients are good. You have to try it..."

"Can you even eat this?! Next, next!"

He glanced over at Mitsuru, who looked as if the world was ending. The bell rang out from Aigis.

"I haven't done much cooking before. I wouldn't want to serve something weird, so I decided to copy Shinji's cooking."

Sanada's dish was a cloudy soup-like dish, apparently based on the milk porridge Aragaki had made the day before.

“If Junpei was going to take inspiration from Shinji’s cooking, he should have done it this way. Well, I do make some adjustments to my own recipes, too.”

Seeing Sanada already seeming triumphant, Aragaki replied with a wry smile.

"Hehe, Aki's cooking... You can't steal my style that easily."

"You won't know until you try it, right?"

"Okay, okay. Let's have it then."

He scooped up the porridge with a spoon, let it cool slightly, then brought it to his mouth. Then, after a moment,

*Bzzz*

Along with the strange sound, a milky liquid spurted out from Aragaki's nose and mouth.

"Wh-Wh-Wh-What is this?!"

"This is protein porridge that is higher in protein and lower in calories than milk...it's good for your muscles, right?"

"I can't eat that!"

"Finally, Fuuka-san, please."

Aigis said calmly as she rang the bell.

Then, 5 minutes later. An unearthly scream echoed from Gekkoukan Academy's Iwadodai branch dormitory. Police cars and ambulances were called to the scene after being notified by nearby residents, but they quickly left after finding no evidence of any crime. However, according to eyewitness testimony, the investigators and paramedics were all clutching their mouths and stomachs, looking as if they were about to vomit. No one was willing to talk about what terrible things happened that day.

"Listen guys! The key to cooking is the heat! And the salt! That's great, Junpei!"

"Y-yes!"

"And it's common sense, but don't put protein in your food! Got it, Aki!?"

"Oh, yeah, I get it."

"Hey, Yamagishi! Why did you add Tabasco in there? Don't add seasonings based on the color! Taste it! Taste it!"

"Y-yes!"

The day after the cooking contest, an impromptu cooking class was taking place in the dorm kitchen. If these guys' cooking skills were left unchecked, someone would eventually die. In fact, Aragaki, who had nearly died, demanded to give one-on-one cooking lessons to Junpei, Sanada, Mitsuru, and Fuuka.

"Why, why am I doing this..."

Despite their complaints, thanks to Aragaki's hard work and guidance, everyone's cooking was gradually improving to a level that was "edible."

"Hey, wait a minute, Mitsuru. If it starts to burn, take the frying pan off the heat... that's right. Just stay calm and it'll be fine."

"Yes, I understand."

Looking at Aragaki like that, Fuuka chuckled and said.

"After all, Aragaki-senpai is a kind person, isn't he?"

It's unclear whether her words reached him, but Aragaki continued to silently instruct them on cooking. However, it seemed as if a faint smile was floating on his face. Soon, perhaps having smelled the delicious aroma of cooking, Yukari and the others could be seen walking into the kitchen, also with smiles on their faces. As expected, a pleasant meal puts people at ease. It looked like tonight's dinner would also be a pleasant one.

And it was.

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Mk college au shenanigans!!

The order of light.

Hatsune: I am bored.

Jatakaa: me too.

Kia: girls you will not belive what just happened!!

Hatsune: Kia I swear to God if this is something-

Kia: erron was just caught cheating on scarlet with nitara!!

Jatakaa: WHAT!?

Hatsune:..

Kia: yeah and scarlet used her blood magic and almost destroyed his balls off!!

Hatsune: where Did this happen exactly?

Kia: oh it happened in the non binary bathroom.

Hatsune: we have a non binary bathroom?

Sareena: guys cyrax and Kia are dating!!

Hatsune: since when!?

Sareena: since last week. The principal caught them eating each other's faces off!!

Jatakaa:...who's the top?

Ashrah: jatakaa your sister is in detention and you care about who's top!?

Sareena: it was cyrax.

Hatsune: jatakaa you owe me money.

Jatakaa: stupid Kia..*gives hatsune money*

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Suchin: *looking at kenshi* is your bother always this hot?

Hatsune: in what universe is he this hot!?

Suchin: he makes me want to pin him down and make him scream my name-

Hatsune: That's my brother!!!

Syzoth: hey um hatsune. Can you chaperone mine and ashrahs date?

Hatsune: again!? Seriously!!-

Syzoth: I'll give you free pass to pet co for foxes.

Hatsune:....so when is this date and it better not be mexican food again!!

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Hatsune and bi han.

Hatsune: objection your honour are you sure you want to belive this guy!? *points at bi-han*

Judge: um yes he is your competitor

Hatsune: but he hasn't fed his brother's for three days!!

Judge:...objection over ruled.

Bi-Han: you stupid bitch!!

Hatsune: *smirks and flips him off*

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Hatsune: scooch over jack frost.

Bi-han :*sitting alone at his lunch table* excuse me!?

Hatsune: you didn't hear me scooch over I need to eat!!

Bi-Han: *has spicy won ton soup* ugh I switched my lunch with kuais.

Hatsune: I got cold mochi again!!

Bi-Han: want to switch?

Hatsune: I would like that...

Hatsune: here I bought you cold mochi.

Bi-han: I couldn't make spicy wonton soup so here you go *gives her fried tofu in hot chicken soup*

Hatsune:*smirks and leans back on chair* well you finally know your place mortal!!

(Tofu is often given to as offering to the goddess inari and they are also foxes favourite food so bi-han gave hatsune a fried tofu which technically meant he gave her an offering.)

Bi-han: where were you?

Hatsune: at pet co and they have these really cute kittens!! I even held one of them!!

Bi-Han:...*looks at the won ton soup*

Hatsune: bi-han what-

Bi-Han: *throws shard of ice in there* never go to pet co without me.

Hatsune: bi-han this is sareena. Sareena this is bi-han

Sareena: hi nice to meet you!!

Hatsune: Don't mind his rudeness he is-

Bi-Han: it is really nice to meet you too...

Hatsune:....What the fuck!?-

Bi-han: you got the stuff?

Hatsune: *opens her coat showing a collection of kittens.*

Bi-Han: perfect...

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Now introducing the college horror society!!

Kitana: so this is the first meeting of the horror society anyone has any questions?

Hatsune: yeah when can we get into actual horror stuff?

Kitana: we are still planning those events we don't have a good budget-

Hatsune:*takes out black credit card*

Jade:*takes out black credit card as well*

Kitana:...so we now have a High budget.

Tomas: okay for the first event how about this? Haunted house?

Liu: that's too common and where can we even get real ghosts?

Hatsune: I might have an idea.

Hatsune: Please do this for me!!!

Hanzo: okay fine I'll call my wraith friends to help with this but what do I get in return?

Hatsune: I can hook you and kuai liang up for a date at Madam bos.

Hanzo: I am in.

Jade: No!!

Kung lao: but-

Hatsune: look we can't use mileena to chase people around using her tarkatan shape shifting!!

Kung Lao: oh come on its a really cool idea.

Kitana: so since we are making this horror movie who will be the villain?

Kung Lao: no I will rather be the sidekick

Hatsune: that's too bad I find the villains hot.

Kung Lao:...kitana I change my mind!!

Tomas: I am scared to go in the haunted house.

Jade: do you want me to carry you?

Tomas: yes please.

Hatsune: ugh god why do all my friends have dates.

Kung Lao: well I can go with you for you want.

Hatsune:...that'll actually be really nice.

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Horror society club.

President: kitana

Vice president: kung Lao

Cultural head: Liu kang

Treasurer: Tomas

Club advisor: jade

Content head: hatsune

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[satubby]

Hello again! How are you? I hope you are well, I love your Male Makima x reader Headcanons, if it is not too much to ask, I will give you this other request. Could you do Headcanons and Scenario on Male Makima when the reader (both are already in a loving relationship) is popular for her beauty and many guys flirt with her? I hope it's not too much to ask or the order is weird. I hope you can meet my request and I'm your fan!

[Hi, of course, thanks for being consistent and I hope you liked last time. I hope you like this too, I'm still thinking about the full NSFW scenario but I'll leave you a small one here. Cheers!!! 🤗 (＾ω＾) Sorry for the late reply and have a nice day]

[I take this opportunity to thank the 100 followers, I hope you like my junk writing. I'm still working on Powa (Male Power) headconons, thanks!!!]

[Warning: Mentions of violence, sexual and labor abuse, abuse of power, Spanking, derogatory names, NSFW, hard penetration].

The lively atmosphere in the karaoke box bar filling every wall of the place, you've been here for a while and everyone has had a few too many drinks accompanied by snacks and fried chicken. It was your birthday and honestly you didn't want to make such a fuss for a day like this, there would be a chance of a demon ruining it anyway.

The three demonic men in the room don't count or so you tell yourself. Honestly, you didn't want to invite Makime, something about him often gives off a bad vibe and more so when you meet him after all, you're not really of this world.

"Thank you all for being with me on this day, even if it was a small party, I give you my sincere thanks. Let's drink till dawn!!!" You smiled clinking glasses with everyone in the room. Makime as usual just stood on the sidelines, ignoring the noise of the Karaoke.

As you drank another glass of juice, as you were not good with alcohol, you felt a body bigger than yours, approaching and sitting next to you. Immediately, you identified who it was, his unmistakable smell of alcohol and cigarettes told you the identity of the individual: Himeno.

Said man was quite drunk at this point, being a heavy user and addicted to this type of vices because of his traumas, it was understandable to you. Himeno had smoked his sixth cigarette of the night, if you were honest you felt somewhat sorry for him knowing his history, this male version of Miss Himeno was more carefree, but when he got serious he was usually pessimistic and sarcastic.

"Ah! You look a little tense. Come on!!! This is your party, there's nothing better than drinking and forgetting everything - UGH! My head!" he spoke in a clearly slurred voice, honestly this made you laugh.

"Thank you for your concern Himeno-san, but I'm just a little uncomfortable… You don't need to worry" Said man made a reproachful noise and answered you, placing his arm behind you, pulling you too close to his chest.

"Hahaha what a little thing you are! … You know you should relax, we're not working and a little drink won't kill anyone, hehe… You look pretty like that, you know that? How I wish I could kiss you-" The black hair was getting closer and closer, almost as close as your lips. You couldn't move a muscle, and Himeno was getting closer to your face with every word that came out of his mouth. If you were honest, you could feel two pairs of demonic eyes watching: Makime, it was him for sure.

You knew it when you tried to push the man with the patch away, but because he is stronger than you, it was impossible. Makime was drinking his beer confidently and although he seemed calm, you could already feel his jealousy burning or maybe he was amused by the situation.

Fortunately or unfortunately, Powa, also drunk and out of control, interrupted them.

"You rascal! She's mine, big Powa deserves his first kiss tonight… MUAJAJA!" you had to cover your ears when he started yelling. Sometimes he was too loud for his own good, you could almost smell the fried chicken on his clothes and adding the alcohol on both men almost made you dizzy.

"Tsk! What a killjoy you are kid, it was just a little kiss… Besides, you're just as drunk as me hehe…!" Himeno laughed between sighs and took another swig of his bottle. And yes, he literally drank from the bottle Makime had brought and oddly enough that only made them all drunker.

You didn't really think much of it, but now you realized it in a way. Makime once again had something on his hands and you were going to be his victim but the others interfered with his plans.

A bang distracted you, it was like glass colliding with an object. Powa was so drunk that his childish temper only aggravated his demonic and aggressive tendencies, he could barely stand up straight when he smashed the vodka bottle on Himeno's skull.

"SHUUUT UUOP YOU RASCAL! This bottle is mine and so is it (Y/N). I... POWA AM THE KING OF THE PARTY HAHAHA!!!" You ran to the other side of the huge Karaoke room, you were startled when Himeno was there, lying on the floor, also laughing without caring about the blood coming out of his head.

"Powa! What have you done?" you looked at him even though at this point the aforementioned was already gone in his drunken fanfare.

Aki had to come over to calm the pink hair, who was protesting, refusing to move away from the broken bottle that even his hands were holding nailing pieces of it. "HAHAHA DRINK MORE!!! Tch! Let me go you rascal" Powa fought against his partner, poor Aki barely dodged his scratches. In the end, the rowdy little devil ended up slipping because of how drunk he was, falling asleep on the floor.

"Himeno-san, we need to heal your wounds" You tried to help him sit up properly, as he had fallen off the couch. The black hair refused throwing a small drunken tantrum.

"No, I'm fine… JEJE this doesn't compare to my days in public safety, calm down girl" Hiccuping, he collapsed too, blood was flowing worryingly, so you turned to Aki.

"Can you please take him to the hospital? Or something, FUCK! … I'm sorry to ask you this Aki" You rubbed your temples as he smiled slightly.

"The hospital is far away and it's already night, I'd better look for a pharmacy. I'll be right back and don't worry, it's your birthday, I'm sorry Himeno-san again got out of control as well as Powa" With those words and a hug from the boy, he stood up and left the room.

You sighed as you sat next to a sleeping Himeno, his head accidentally falling on your shoulder. You felt uncomfortable but a blush fell on your cheeks as the man himself began to drool in his sleep.

Returning to Makime, he was not very happy to say the least. He waited and watched, as usual just to analyze things. He would have left you alone knowing that expensive wine was laced with aphrodisiacs. Lately you have been avoiding him as if his mere presence was poison, and maybe it was, but it irritated Makime.

That's why he waited for you to drink, it was wrong, but since your mugging at the office a few weeks ago, he was smitten and although he didn't deny or accept his strange feelings for you; as a demon he felt possessive as soon as he sensed something beyond the emptiness in his empty sentimental heart. But this went to hell when the drunken Himeno drank the bottle that was to be for you first.

The Devil Control watched as you took Himeno to the bathroom, as he had thrown up on Denji's shirt at the last minute when he approached you to chat and offer you more chicken. You had offered to exchange your shirt for the orange-haired one, who took off his shirt without bothering to be exposed. Anyway, the others were drunk, except for Aki, Makime and you. Denji on the other hand was half a step away from getting completely drunk.

Therefore, Makime gulped down the last of his beer, standing up and coming towards you, taking advantage of the fact that you were distracted by carrying Himeno in the direction of the bathroom for him to throw up all over himself.

"I see you're in trouble (Y/N), I should help you with this. Himeno is too heavy for your small body" You honestly didn't want his help and you didn't know whether to take that as an insult or something else. But yes, Himeno was heavy for you so you let the redhead help you.

If Makime was honest with himself, he was already feeling the ravages of jealousy in the back of his mind and it turned his stomach. But he decided to be patient with you, he still won't confront you about it.

They both arrived at the men's room carrying Himeno.

"Makime-san, can you help him into the bathroom? I can't for obvious reasons" You said between uncomfortable glances. He didn't answer you anything, but still carried the black hair to the baths. Makime took a few minutes and you could hear the man with the patch vomiting.

You decide to check your old phone while waiting for them. Ah! you really missed the touch screen phones and not these old ones with keyboards.

Makime came out of the bathroom and seeing you distracted, he smiled and suddenly came up behind you, locked you in an awkward grip with you leaning against the wall and the red-haired man locking you in.

If it was indeed what you thought … Makime was doing the Kebedon to you and you would feel this as a compliment, if it was another person and another situation. But no, we're talking about the control demon, a deranged madman who doesn't feel anything or at least that's how you knew him until he started with these little games of catch and run.

"Amm… Do you need something Makime-san? It's… It's quite uncomfortable for you to lock me up like this, hehe." You laugh hoping to ease your nerves and instinctively hide your face behind that insignificant little phone of yours, as if that thing will protect you from Makime's serene and deathly jealous gaze.

Her eyes with rings in them scanned you. Then, a chuckle was heard in the background and Makime walked away ruffling her tresses. It was unsettling and uncomfortable, more so because of the secluded silence of the bathrooms compared to the soundproofed Karaoke rooms.

"Ahh! You really are something… Tell me something, doll, why do you keep testing me huh?" His smile although serene, had a tinge of anger and jealousy which you were not able to decipher because normally your boss is calm no matter how fake the facade is.

"Well… I don't understand what you mean superior" This time you didn't use his name or honorifics, you were more serious. If you were honest you wanted to swallow these growing nerves in your stomach, to appear that you were not at all at his mercy even though the situation and poses contradicted these thoughts of yours.

As if this was even funnier, he laughed and reminded you of that scene in the manga where Denji gives himself to Makima as one of her dogs. Which is ironic because she and he are the same in a way. Same essence, different sexes.

The controlling demon inside him struggled with his pride and growing, but confused feelings for you. Boy was it a cruel prank by cupid or whoever did this, dammit! If you knew how you made him feel, you'd stop fooling around with those bastards you call friends.

"Haaa! Are you that dumb or do you make yourself? Look at me, aren't you aware of the effect you have on my perfect self? For some reason that I refuse to accept as interesting as it is, you move things around inside my empty self."

There was a dangerous edge between the lines, an unleashed desire waiting to be accepted. Makime had always been a master in his perfection and control of everything, even among his own lacking emotions, but at this moment he doubted himself. These months that you have stood out in his eyes like a scared rabbit, running away from him, for some reason made his already perfect composure falter.

Again his gaze fixed on yours. I was looking for those answers in you… Why, of all humans and demons, was he interested in a pathetic being like you? For fuck's sake! He didn't know and yet you managed to have that effect on him… What did humans call that? That's right! Love.

"You really confuse me (Y/N), you make me doubt myself. Are you blind to the fire that burns in me, the hunger that grows every time I look at you? There is always a clash with my emotions and my rationality" He whispered softly almost growling. Both of you close to each other and Makime had unconsciously pulled you back, but you couldn't help it. You also had no words with which to counterattack.

"Every fucking night, every day and hour in this fucking existence called life… My mind goes out to you, for reasons I cannot control" His voice carried a hint of frustration, god knows if it was to himself or to you, though at the end of his words there was that yearning touch.

"Superior… I- I didn't know it put you like this, forgive me if this has caused you trouble" His hand silenced your words, giving way to you, invading your intimacy,. He reached out both palms caressing your face and you swear his gaze ceases to focus as his eyes are clouded. His touch on your cheeks, skin to skin, sends shivers down your spine and strangely is not as unpleasant as you might think.

In a quieter, softer voice, you hear him respond to your words. "I am divided. Torn between the darkness that my being represents and the light that emanates from you, even if it is gray or dull, it still draws me like a moth in a flame" Again you heard the longing in his tone of voice, full of torment and a kind of pain.

"Tell me, do you long for this too, or do you even understand it? The attraction to the forbidden, that which must not be touched or possessed, but I want to do it… Is it just my delusions in a maddening dance called love?" Makime fixed his eyes on your lips and ran his right thumb over them. You were so caught up in the shock of seeing him act so out of character that you didn't even care about this.

You were weak, foolish and pathetic in his eyes, but somehow he craves that warm touch of softness. You don't show him that you fear him so openly and you don't give in to disobeying him either, his control for the first time doesn't work on someone: You.

"Makime-san, I" Your words were caught in your throat as Makime crashed his lips to yours, desperately and obsessively. It was as if he was trying to mark you as his, to make it clear that he wouldn't let anyone else have you. It didn't matter if that went against the feelings you both felt at the moment.

The kiss was wild and charged with forbidden passion. You could feel his voracious hunger and his need to possess you, you awakened his darker and more bestial side, you knew that being in this state he was capable of more than just a game of cat and mouse.

As the kiss continued, you were torn between excitement and fear. On the one hand, you were attracted to the intensity of his emotions or the way he wanted you. On the other hand, you knew that being close to him was dangerous and that his perseverance in his goals could trigger terrifying consequences.

Makime slowly parted, leaving a trail of heaving breath between you. His eyes were filled with a mixture of lust and madness, you could see the internal struggle in his expression.

"What are we in the midst of this chaos?" whispered Makime, his voice laden with possession and despair. "I can't resist how I feel about you, even if it's my own contradiction. But I understand if it scares or disgusts you… You know puppy though, I don't care."

As you struggled to catch your breath, you faced a difficult choice. Makime was dangerous and ruthless, but he had also awakened something in you that you couldn't ignore, your love frustrations of a virgin girl.

You knew you couldn't turn your back on his behaviors. But carnal desire blinded you by making you love him and you were scared of what that meant.

You put your hands on his chest trying to separate and lengthen the distance between the two of you, after all he had already kissed you, though your voice sounded shaky but firm. "Makime, this can't go on like this," you said, trying to set boundaries. "I understand your feelings, but I can't let this consume me. I need you to respect me and understand my concerns."

Makime looked at you with a mixture of surprise and frustration. He didn't like you rejecting him, but his playful side took this as a challenge that he gladly accepted. Little by little he took control, even when you tried to push him away. You had long since forgotten that you were in the hallway next to the bathrooms, you hoped this would end soon, you didn't want to give in or be embarrassed.

"I see you still don't get it, there's no choice here, come on there's no denying it… I want you so bad!!!" Again he grabbed you kissing your neck and starting to suck it. "Fuck! If it wasn't because that bastard Himeno drank the wine I brought for you, you'd be just as horny if not hornier than me" He whispered between sighs and then licked your left ear lobe.

You couldn't help but moan in response, his warm tongue sliding down your neck and your earlobe making your whole body shiver. You had to admit, he was doing it very well and your body was starting to respond.

"If I had known that bastard would drink the wine for you, I would have put aphrodisiacs in your juice… Hum! But it doesn't matter" he replied arrogantly. "Fuck, look what you provoked, I can't believe he actually did it… Drinking your gift, pathetic."

His hand moved down, reaching for your ass, while his mouth nibbled and licked the tender skin of your neck. Then, without warning, he caught you off guard again and rammed you by grabbing your thighs in the direction of an empty Karaoke booth. After all, he had already planned this.

"Hey, put me down," you protested, trying to stop him, but his strength and will were too strong, so he easily carried you away.

"What are you doing? I thought you said you understood and respected me?" you growled in protest.

"Yes, but not everything can be taken into account in a situation like this," Makime replied as he closed the door to the small cabin.

"Did you really think I was going to accede to your pathetic requests after your little games? Ahh you really are a thing, my sweet silly doll."

You felt trapped and frightened by Makime's attitude. You didn't like how he was treating you and wondered how you had gotten into this situation. You tried to break free, but his hands were still holding you tightly.

"I don't want to do this, Makime. Please let me go," you pleaded, trying to hold back tears.

But Makime didn't seem to hear you. She approached you with a lustful look in her eyes and began to rip your blouse. You felt vulnerable and exposed, not knowing what to do.

At that moment, when you both saw the shadow of someone you felt emotions running to extreme edges. On the one hand, Makime felt excited at the thought of those sons of bitches you call friends seeing you in this intimate position and on the other hand…. You just wanted the earth to swallow you up. Apparently Denji had been looking for you, since you had disappeared, but a still drunk Himeno told him to forget it, so they left, leaving your heart more nervous than relieved.

Makime smiled when he felt you tense up, laughing at the situation.

"What's the matter, my little puppy?…. I know, you feel self-conscious because we are here in a public place right?", Makime teased.

You felt humiliated by his attitude and backed away from him, trying to cover yourself with what little was left of your blouse. You couldn't believe that you had fallen for his tricks and had allowed him to lead you into such a dangerous situation.

"You should shut up and play along, after all, we are still in sight no matter how dark the cabin is," Makime continued to mock you as he pulled you back into the small armchair in this cabin which is considerably smaller than the previous one where the others were getting drunk.

But you had had enough, so you struggled even though this only made the demon laugh and he bit one of your hands stopping your struggle, you looked at him indignant and blushing.

"I'm not going to play along, Makime. I already told you I don't want to do this," you told him firmly.

Makime seemed annoyed by your reaction, but finally stopped laughing. Then he turned you completely around because before you were on his back touching his chest and feeling the bulge between your buttocks.

Then the redhead threw you down on the couch pinning you down, he started to take off your clothes while talking to you with a tone of irritation and jealousy.

"I know you love it, that's why you were going from bed to bed, surely Denji or that idiot Powa buried his dick in you".

Makime looked at you with a smirk, her fingers rubbing your clit as her fingers slowly sank into your wet entrance.

"Ahh-! You're wrong," you groaned. "I-I was never with anyone, sleeping or waking up with them meant nothing- NHHH!!!" You almost arched your back as he buried his fingers closer and so far into your sensitive G-spot. It was fucking painful.

"Oh, are you sure, because from what I can see you want lots of men to fuck you and turn you into their little slut. Even with the fact that you don't look like a girl who likes to fuck a lot" Makime commented. in a sly voice "Fuck! You're so fucking wet and tight, ahhh this is a good thing for me, your pussy is going to be perfect."

"Makime-san, it's not what you think! Please let me go. It's supposed to be my birthday" You screamed as he pulled out his fingers and squeezed your clit with them. Then he lifted your legs and ripped off your clothes completely, like a dessert to be tasted in his eyes.

"Oh, of course it's your birthday, my sweet bitch…. I'll use my cock to poke that little pussy of yours, it will be my second present tonight just to remind you who you belong to" You started to cry as he swallowed your juices and licked your pussy like candy. You felt depraved, disgusted but lust clouded your judgment. After all, you were human.

You tried to move, but your body no longer obeyed you. Makime had enchanted you with his control and for the first time carnal desires blinded you both.

"Fuck! I'm going to make you mine, (T/N)…. You have no idea what you are doing to me" You heard his voice, full of lust and malice, it was as if he was talking to himself, as his mouth continued to devour you, he pulled his fingers out of your pussy and grabbed his cock, which moments before he had pulled out of his pants.

At this point you stop caring about the leather sticking to your skin making it uncomfortable or the strange angle of your neck with Makime's movements.

"That's it… Spread my legs, my little whore" you heard him say as you felt his cock thrusting into your entrance, you knew it was quite plentiful from the many times he pressed against you playing those games of his. It was big and thick, even though it was only a few inches, it scared you and more so when you and this body were virgins.

"Makime! Please…Stop," you moaned, feeling the pressure of his cock in your pussy grinding against you.

"Oh! My love, I can't do that…. Not until you beg for my cock" The next thing you knew you felt him enter you and a mixture of pain and pleasure hit you, you gasped for air as he went deeper and deeper.

"Ahh, you're so fucking tight!"

"Stop, stop, it hurts!" you moaned, closing your eyes, feeling the discomfort.

"What the fuck are you doing? Stop moving around like it's going to kill you to have me inside you…. OH GOD, are you trying to make me cum before I get my entire cock inside you?" You inadvertently squeezed your legs and loins together, this caused a grunt to come out of him as you felt his cock against your walls.

"It's so big I don't know if I can handle it" you replied, between sobs. Makime then moved on to kiss you again, you couldn't help it, his kisses were addictive and his tongue was as powerful as he was.

"I already told you, you are mine. If I wasn't so impatient, I'd take my time and enjoy every part of your pussy, whether it was with my cock or my tongue," he moaned, sticking his tongue out and licking his lips. "Fuck! I'm going to fuck you, so you know who you belong to, no one else is going to fuck you again after this" Makime just gyrated from there. He lunged, bit and clawed, just as you, you re-sanguinated his back to withstand each onslaught.

You had never been more aroused, the thought of him taking you as his own affirming his dominance over you made you even more lustful and even though your logical side screamed otherwise, you no longer cared.

"Look how much you want me, look at all this cum you're giving me. Are you ready for my gift, slut, are you going to beg for my gift?". He looked at you between bites, his eyes and yours lost in lust.

"Gift?" You looked lost, again a sense of nervousness and fear.

"Yes, my little puppy…. Don't be afraid, this time I'll be good even if I have to punish you for running away from me" You moaned, feeling it come out of you, it was so sudden and unexpected that your body seemed to collapse too.

Then the redhead pulled your legs down and sat you up, helping you not to fall down from exhaustion, then he licked your wounds before rising again and placing your entrance over his cock, both of you sitting with you on top of him with your buttocks in the air. Makime began to smack you like a parent would a misbehaving toddler as he rammed you then grabbed one of your breasts sucking on it, the other he squeezed digging his nails into it.

"W-what are you doing?" you moaned in pain as his other hand left your breast and went to your clit, his fingers pressed and caressed it.

"Makime, please don't hurt me…. I'll be a good girl, I swear." You were about to start screaming again but that didn't stop him, on the contrary, he moved from your right breast to your mouth, his lips glued to yours, your tongue dancing with his, his tongue exploring every part he could. allowed.

"Ahh! I'll make you understand what happens when you run away from me, if you don't want me to stop, if you want to be my good girl then say so, my dirty needy bitch" he growled digging his nails even deeper into your left breast and then his right index finger rubbing faster against your clit.

"Ngh! Ahh-MAKIME!"

"Oh! You want me to stop, you want me to release that point of pleasure that I know is the right thing to do? But I won't. Beg, beg, beg me to stop, I won't until you suck my cock with your lips."

"Ngh! Ahh- No, no, please…. MAKIME."

"That's not the answer I wanted to hear my dear bitch."

"N-no, don't hurt me…. I-I-I… AHH!"

"What's the matter with you, don't you want it? Tell me!"

"I-I… I… want-NGHH!"

"Say it, say what you want me to do to you."

"I want more… I'm not satisfied… I need more!"

"Fuck! This is… Ahhhh" growled the redhead as his right index finger and cock began to move at a frantic pace, so fast it felt like a blur, making your body tremble with pleasure, your breathing ragged as you neared orgasm.

"Ahh! I'm going to cum…" You moaned almost passing out from the pleasure.

"Good girl… Let it out" Makime replied, his finger pausing to leave you with a sigh of relief and then continuing to rub your clit, but gently as his cock filled your pussy.

Then you both cried out, falling tired, more you than him as Makime is a demon and therefore more resilient.

"Makime-san… Why?" you asked angrily having regained your consciousness away from lust still panting, but this only made him smile.

"Well, if I tell you it will be boring and you'll go back to avoiding me, besides I'm glad to know I was your first time." You were so confused by his words and the feeling of the semen inside him that you couldn't articulate words.

"Do you really think I don't want you even after all I've done to you? Haha, ahh…. Let's change, you don't want to look like that in front of the others…. Although I'm sure they're still drinking. For this occasion I'll reserve your oral fucking" Makime got up from the chair pulling on his clothes starting to put them on. Then he left the karaoke booth and as you were reaching for your panties, you noticed…. FUCK!!! That bastard had stolen them from you.

You quickly put on your clothes and ran after him, while he laughed at the scene, ignoring you even when you grabbed his arm pulling him on nonchalantly. You had to put on his jacket, at least he was aware that he tore your blouse.

"What's the matter? Don't be so rough little dove, you're not going to deny that you like me?" He asked arrogantly getting close to your face, almost playfully kissing you. You felt disgusted and embarrassed by past events.

"You…!"

"I what?", He said as he walked back to the party with you trying to retrieve your panties. It was disgusting of him and uncomfortable for you to walk around without them on.

"Don't look at me like that, I know you like me …. And you should let me go, everyone is looking at you. By the way, from now on, be careful that in the future I find out who you fuck, you're mine. "You blushed when he mentioned it again, embarrassment ran through your being as you felt his hand near your buttocks.

[Well… like I said, I'm horrible at writing NSFW, I'm a virgin and even if I watch porn or whatever to inspire me, I honestly suck. I hope the sex made sense, I'm sorry if there are errors in narrative, coherence or any inconvenience].

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A Bento for Kento

Epilogue: A Street Food Festival

Pairing: Nanami x f!reader

Word Count: ~4.1k

cw: fluff and it gets suggestive, but still pretty tame!

Summary: You and Ren invite Nanami to a street food festival.

Notes: Please enjoy the very last chapter of A Bento for Kento! I used this cool list if you want to look at any of the street foods I referenced: Japanese Festival Food You Will Love. Thank you all for reading and showing love for this series! This is very near and dear to my heart, so I’m so happy to share this with you! Reblog, comments, and/or likes are always appreciated!

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A Bento for Kento Masterlist

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One week after their last lesson together, Nanami receives a call from Ren. 

“Hello, mentor!” His cheery voice rings through the phone.

“Nakamura, is everything alright?”

“Yeah, why wouldn’t it be?”

“Because I told you to only call me in an emergency.”

“Is that what you said? Oops, sorry,” he replies, not sounding sorry at all. “Did I catch you at a bad time?”

Nanami glances down at his bare chest, towel wrapped around his waist, steam filling up the bathroom from the hot shower that’s already running. “I was just about to hop in the shower, so yes.”

Ren snickers. “Oh oops, that is bad timing! Sorry to catch you while you’re naked.” He emphasizes that last word in particular.

In the background, Nanami hears a woman’s voice yell, “Ren! Stop!”

It’s her. Is he blushing or is it the steam from the hot water? Either way, his cheeks are warm all of a sudden. He clears his throat nervously. “Nakamura, what is this about?”

Ren calms down from his fit of laughter. “Well, my sister wants to ask you out –”

There are sounds of shuffling on the other end now, as if someone is yanking the phone away from Ren. “Hello, Nanami?” Her voice is clear this time as she speaks directly to him.

His breath hitches before he manages to say her name in return. 

“What Ren meant to say is that we would like to invite you to go to a street food festival with us. Tomorrow night.”

There’s a flutter in his belly. A food festival. With her. It’s a dream come true. He doesn’t respond right away, too giddy to formulate coherent sentences.

“Hello? Nanami? Are you still there?”

“Yes, I’m here. I would love to go.”

This time, he hears her breath catch. Is she smiling? He imagines her smiling, glorious and bright, just as he remembers from the last time they met. “Okay! I’ll have Ren send you the address to my house. We can meet here tomorrow at 6:00 and walk there together.”

“Sounds good. I really have to go now. My shower is running and I’m still very naked.”

She giggles. “Okay! Well, I hope you and your naked body have a great shower, see you tomorrow, bye!” Before the line clicks, he hears Ren groan in the background, yelling, “Gross!”

Even after she hangs up, Nanami still holds the phone against his ear, shocked. Did that really just happen? He finally sets it down and hops into the shower, processing this recent turn of events. She invited him to a street food festival. She’s giving him the address to her home. And she’s thinking of his naked body…

He smiles, letting the water trickle down his face. 

It’s a date.

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You chuck a pillow at Ren’s face as he stifles his laughter. “I can’t believe you said that!”

“He told me he was very naked! I didn’t know what else to say!” you exclaim, embarrassed.

He grimaces. “Ugh, can we please just stop saying the word naked? I admit, I started it, but I didn’t think it would lead us here.”

“Agreed.” 

You sit on the couch next to him, leaning your head back, remembering the most recent encounter with Nanami from last week. After you had your moment with Nanami, Ren let out a huge burp that quickly brought you back to reality. You watched as Nanami devoured your food happily, giving you compliments from time to time about each dish.

The chicken is fried to perfection and it’s so flavorful.

Tuna mayo rice balls are my favorite.

I thought my tamagoyaki was good, but yours is far superior.

Then, Ren suggested you get a crash course on Jujutsu Sorcery from none other than Nanami himself, which you reluctantly agreed to, at first. When he started lecturing you about cursed energy, using the whiteboard to jot down notes and little sketches, you couldn’t help but fantasize about him being your professor and you being his naughty student…

Since that day, you couldn’t stop thinking about him.

Ren always mentions how serious and boring he is, but those are the last words you’d use to describe him. He is passionate. Passionate about helping others. Passionate about teaching. Passionate about food. He is captivating. His smile, the way he speaks, the way he looks at you like you’re the only person in the room. What is he like when he’s not at a desk? Or when he’s not dressed in a suit with a briefcase in hand? What are his interests, his hobbies, his pet peeves, his favorite foods?

You’re determined to know more. You hope he’s willing to show you.

That Saturday, Ren suggests you bake chocolate chip cookies as a small treat before heading to the festival. Being the doting big sister you are, you oblige. You pop them into the oven as you get ready in your room. The outfit you choose to wear is a simple one: A boho style floral dress with matching sandals. You study yourself in the mirror, confident and comfortable in your attire.

Ren approaches you in the kitchen after you finish getting changed. “Okay sis. I think it’s time I have the big brother talk with you.”

Confused, and slightly amused, you say, “I don’t think that’s how this works, bud.”

He grabs your shoulders with both hands, expression serious. “No, I need you to listen to me for the next minute, okay?” Concerned now, you nod at him.

“I say this with all my heart. You are one of the best people I know. You deserve the world. No, you deserve the universe. And as much as I like Nanami, if he so much as hurts you or makes you feel inferior in any way, I will track him down and teach him a lesson, if you catch my drift.”

You face relaxes. “Sure, pal, whatever you say.”

“I’m serious!”

You pinch his cheek. “You really are the sweetest, Ren. But you have nothing to worry about! Nanami and I aren’t dating. We’re all just going to a festival together. Nothing is happening between us.”

“Oh please, I see the way he looks at you. There’s tension. It’s only a matter of time before he confesses his undying love for you,” he says, tongue sticking out in disgust.

“He won’t. Someone like Nanami would never fall for someone like me.”

“Oh please, Nanami would be so lucky to be with you! And besides, as gross as it is to see you two weirdos flirt with each other, I think you and him would make a great couple, a power couple! Like cookies and milk! You’re the cookies because you’re sweet and he’s the milk because he’s basic.” He chuckles at his own joke.

Grinning, you say, “Thanks for the pep talk, booger. I love you.”

He squeezes your shoulders. “I love you too, sis.”

The alarm for your cookies goes off at 5:45, fifteen minutes before the time you told Nanami to meet. You take the cookies out of the oven, letting them cool, waiting for his anticipated arrival.

~~~

Nanami checks his phone. 5:58 PM. He stands outside a quaint house, stalling. Tonight, he decides to wear a dark blue polo shirt with khaki shorts, no glasses. It’s his casual outfit, at least for his standards. 

Two minutes later, 6:00 on the dot, he knocks on the front door. He hears movement on the other side, someone scrambling to put their shoes on. Then, Ren yell out, “Hey sis, he’s here! Hurry up!”

The door opens, a bright grin plastered on Ren’s face. “Mentor!”

Nanami greets him with an equally polite expression. “Hello, Nakamura.”

He motions for him to come in. As soon as he walks through the door, a delectable scent fills his nostrils. The whole house is brimming with this mouth-watering smell.

“My sister is just putting the cookies on a plate; she’ll be ready to go soon.”

Nanami looks around until his eyes land on the kitchen. It’s like a scene from a movie. Sunlight streams through the kitchen window and shines on her like a spotlight. She’s holding a plate of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies in one hand, waving at him with the other. The floral dress she wears makes her look celestial. And there’s that smile. That gorgeous, stunning smile. The one that sets his heart racing, his cheeks burning, his skin tingling. 

She’s basically a princess. Maybe even an angel. Has he died and gone to heaven? 

“I hope you like cookies, Nanami! It’s our pregame before the main event,” she giggles. It’s music to his ears.

“It smells wonderful,” he comments, smiling.

“Here, try one.” She passes a hot cookie to him. He’s tempted to eat it directly from her hand, as if she’s feeding him, but he exercises all his willpower to resist doing that.

It’s still warm, the chocolate chips melting lusciously against his fingertips. He takes a bite and it’s exactly how he expects it to be: perfect. Chewy, buttery, chocolatey perfection. He really is in heaven. “Wow,” is all he can say.

She grins proudly. “That good, huh? I’m happy you like it.” He wants to make her smile like this all the time.

He savors the rest of the cookie in silence, licking his fingers clean when he’s finished. He catches her watching him with a vague look on her face. Gazing at her, he flirtatiously tilts his head to the side. “All done.”

He revels in the expression she's giving him now. Is she nervous? Apprehensive? Turned on? Whatever it is, there's electricity in the air between them. And Nanami is all in.   

Ren clears his throat and says, in an irritated tone, “Okay, okay, enough. Let’s go.” He grabs three cookies from the plate and leads the way out the door, the other two following close behind.

~~~

The street food festival is only a ten-minute walk from your home, the same one you and Ren attended the night he told you all about Jujutsu Sorcery. Your brother walks slightly ahead, munching on the treats as he listens to his music through his headphones. Nanami is beside you, his body so close that he brushes against your elbow with every swing of his arms.

“What kind of food are you looking forward to trying tonight?” you ask.

“I like Takoyaki and Yakisoba. And Taiyaki, of course. Ren told me that you also like that?”

“Yes! I love it! The last time we went, they were selling it with soft serve, but we were too full to try. We should definitely get it tonight! They also sell Yakisoba-pan. I’m sure you’d like that.”

“How do you know I would like that?” He nudges you, playfully.

“Because of your addiction to bread.”

“And how do you know about that?”

“Okay, don’t make fun of me, but I looked you up on the Internet.”

Nanami eyes you, curious, waiting for you to elaborate.

“Before you make any assumptions, this was before Ren told me all about you, I needed to make sure you weren’t sketchy!”

Amused, he asks, “So what did you find out about me?”

“You used to work as a stockbroker at this finance company I always forget the name of.”

“That is correct. And the name isn’t important,” he comments with a wave of his hand.

“You like cooking and reading.”

“Don’t forget eating. And drinking,” he smirks. “What else?”

You think for a few seconds before answering, “You like helping others. That’s what your bio said. But I see that myself because of how you are with Ren. You helped him so much this summer. He really looks up to you.”

There’s a serious expression on his face as he replies, “He shouldn’t look up to me. I’m just doing my job.”

You lean towards him to give him a little tap. “You’re too humble. You are a good person, Nanami.”

He stops walking and turns to face you, staring directly into your eyes, gaze intense. “You don’t really know me yet. I can be bad when I want to be.” One side of his mouth curves up into a devious grin. 

Your throat is dry all of a sudden. There’s a tingling below your belly. You like this. This is much different than the first time you met him. He barely spoke a word to you then, and now he’s being so bold. So brazen.

“I think we can all be a little bad sometimes,” you say, quietly.

“I disagree. I don’t think you have a bad bone in your body.”

“You don’t really know me yet, Nanami. I can be bad when I want to be.” You give him a wink as you recite his words back to him, turning away to catch up to Ren.

~~~

She’s driving him crazy.

His intention is to flirt with her; to be bold and make her flustered. Behind his serious demeanor is charm and wit when the situation calls for it. He does not expect her to reciprocate it, though. He likes it. He enjoys this coy banter they have going on.

He likes her.

They arrive at the festival, air filled with the smokey scent of delicious food cooking. There’s a variety of vendors and festival games scattered throughout. The first stall they encounter sells yakitori. She buys two chicken skewers for Ren and one meatball skewer for herself. Nanami buys a chicken and leek skewer.

“Oh, Jiro just texted me that he’s here at the festival too! He’s getting okonomiyaki. I’ll go find him,” Ren says, grabbing the two chicken skewers from his sister. “Thanks for the yakitori, sis!”

Before he leaves, he looks at Nanami and his sister with a brow raised. “You two kids better behave yourselves!”

“Well, I guess it’s just us two now, Nanami,” she says, smiling. She eats a meatball off her skewer.

“I don’t mind. It gives me a chance to get to know you better.” He takes a bite of his chicken skewer. It’s yummy, perfect balance of umami flavor from the meat and leek, then a touch of sweetness from the glaze.

“Would you like to trade?” she offers, holding up her skewer.

She wants to share food with him?! This is the greatest day of his life.

“Yes,” he responds, passing her his yakitori. An indirect kiss, he thinks, blushing.

She takes a bite, not bothered by the fact that he just ate from the same spot. “Ooohh, it’s tasty! Good choice.”

Nanami tastes the meatball, also delicious. “This is pretty good too. But I will say, your chicken meatballs from a few weeks ago are better.”

She laughs. “You’re just being nice. I can’t compete with professionals.”

“I mean it. Yours are special.” He takes another bite, handing it to her to trade once more. She doesn’t say anything else as she observes him, slowly chewing her food. What is she thinking in that pretty head of hers? She finally breaks the silence, suggesting, “Should we try something else now?” 

He nods, letting her lead the way, curious. 

For the next two hours, they stroll through the festival, sharing different treats with each other: Takoyaki, Yakisoba-pan that she correctly predicted he would like, chicken wings, giant grilled squid, grilled corn.

As they eat together, they talk about each other’s lives. Nanami finds out she works from home for a local company. He tells her how he didn’t particularly like his job as a stockbroker and how he dislikes being a Jujutsu Sorcerer only slightly less. He recommends a few novels he thinks she would enjoy, and she suggests a list of movies she expects he would like.

They describe to each other what their “perfect day” would be. Nanami’s starts with an entire loaf of freshly baked bread paired with butter and jam, then a long hike somewhere up high with a nice view and a ham and cheese sandwich for lunch. For dinner, he’d go to his favorite Italian restaurant, then he’d end the night stargazing. When she shares hers, he imagines himself spending that perfect day with her, just as he wishes she would do with him. 

They talk about their favorite foods, pet peeves, hobbies. There is no shortage of topics, each conversation leading to another, and another. It’s effortless. It feels natural. 

Besides confirming that she is, in fact, a sweetheart, he also learns that she is smart, a good listener, and funny. Everything he assumed about her based on the bentos, the notes, and Ren’s constant praise of his big sister is correct. She’s wonderful in every possible way.

It feels like a proper date. Sharing food together, learning more about each other, exchanging flirtatious glances and touches. At one point, she blows on a Takoyaki piece to cool it down and feeds it to him, which he happily accepts. In another moment, he wipes a smudge of sauce from her cheek with his thumb and proceeds to lick it. She responds with a giggle and a bashful, “Thank you.”

After eating savory foods, they move onto dessert. Nanami gets Taiyaki filled with red bean paste and topped with matcha soft serve. She gets the same, except with black sesame ice cream. They sit down at a small picnic table, enjoying their fish-shaped desserts in a comfortable silence.

They haven’t seen Ren since his abrupt departure, and Nanami considers if this was his student’s plan all along. Is he trying to play matchmaker for him and his sister? And does he approve of if? Although he’s an adult who doesn’t need permission from a child to date another adult, he respects Ren and wouldn’t want to do anything that might make him uncomfortable.

As if she read his mind, she says, “Ren said we’d be good together.”

Nanami chokes on the last piece of his pastry. “What?”

Avoiding his gaze, she hides her face by turning to the side. “Sorry to be so forward. I just think it’s worth mentioning. In case you feel the same way as I do.”

His mind is racing. She likes him. He’s speechless. his brain short-circuiting from excitement and glee.

“Oh no, do you not feel the same way? I just thought we were having a good time, but maybe I misread things. Just forget I said anything." She buries her face in her hands, groaning.

He does feel the same way. She hasn’t misread anything. He has to do something to show her that. He scoots close to her, knee brushing hers underneath the floral dress. He’s blushing excessively, he can’t even look her in the eyes without combusting. He whispers her name, staring down at the ground. “I like you. I want us to keep seeing each other. I want more days like this.”

He finally finds the courage to meet her gaze. “I can’t remember a time I’ve ever felt this way about anyone.”

~~~

Your heart is beating so fast you’re afraid it might burst any second. It doesn’t help that you have been eating non-stop this whole night. But it was definitely Nanami’s confession that has you on the verge of cardiac arrest.

He wants to keep seeing you. He likes you.

His arm rests on the edge of the picnic table behind you, his other hand placed on your thigh. He caresses his thumb against the fabric of your dress, leaning closer to you. Dark brown eyes meet yours, seeking permission. Waiting. You can feel his shallow breaths tickle your skin, sending shivers along your spine. You smile, closing the gap. Lips brush yours gently, sweetness lingering from the dessert. He kisses you softly, carefully, with eyes closed. His arm behind you moves and suddenly you feel his palm on your face, thumb brushing ever so slightly against the skin of your cheekbone. The cacophony of festival sounds fades into the background. The only noise you hear now is your own heartbeat. Or is it his? Maybe it’s both.

He's holding back, which excites you. The way he’s touching you, as if you’re his fragile toy that he doesn’t want to break, so delicate and tender. You want so badly to give in, but you realize you’re still in public. Worst of all, Ren is roaming around here somewhere. The last thing your poor baby brother needs to see is his sister and mentor going at it on a picnic table.

Reluctantly, you slowly pull away and open your eyes. He’s already looking at you with a dazed expression. You lay your hand over his, the one resting on your thigh. He entwines his fingers with yours and holds you in a firm grip. You let out a small huff and giggle, foreheads touching, both of you in a state of bliss.

“Don’t laugh like that,” he breathes out, shutting his eyes again.

“Why not?”

“I won’t be able to control myself if you keep doing that.” He clenches his jaw, restraining himself from whatever wicked desires are running through his mind. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

God, he is hot. Why did you stop?!

Your phone starts ringing, startling you. Letting go of his hand, you open your purse to retrieve it. As you rummage through your bag to find it, he leans onto the table with his left elbow, watching you, right palm back on your leg, inching closer to your inner thigh. He’s driving you crazy.

You answer your phone, voice trembling slightly from being flustered. “Hello? Ren?”

“Hey! Jiro left and I’m stuffed. Where are you guys?”

As you speak, you rest your hand on top of Nanami’s. He takes it, lifting it up to his lips, placing soft kisses between your knuckles.

You’re dead, deceased. Sent straight to heaven or whatever afterlife you believe in. This is paradise.

“Umm…we’re just sitting here at the picnic tables! Where, umm, where are you?” you stutter into the phone.

“I just got cotton candy, so I’m walking towards the tables now.”

You let out a small squeal and blurt out, “Okay, okay, see you soon!”. You hang up and quickly pull your hand from Nanami’s lips, which were just pressed to your wrist. He pouts at the sudden loss of touch.

“Ren is on his way,” you tell him, guilty.

Nanami smirks. “Okay.”

You eye him suspiciously. “What? Why are you giving me that look?”

“It’s nothing. Just thinking.”

“You better behave when Ren gets here,” you warn him.

“As long as he’s not a mind reader, we’ll be fine,” he responds, that coy grin still on his face.

All you want to do is pounce on him. You stand up to distance yourself in case he does something else swoon worthy.

Ren arrives, carrying a giant cotton candy shaped like a flower. He’s already bitten through some of the outer layer, mouth is covered in blue food coloring. “Hey guys! Did you eat a lot of tasty treats?”

“Yeah, we’re stuffed!”

Nanami clears his throat, smiling. “Yes. I’m very happy.” 

It’s dark now as you start your ten-minute journey home. This time, all three of you walk side by side with each other, Ren to your left, Nanami to your right. Ren chats about all the different foods he tried with his neighborhood friend. You and Nanami listen as your knuckles brush against each other, craving any form of physical contact. 

You reach the front door of your home, disappointed that the night is over and it’s time to say goodbye. You turn towards Nanami, commenting, “This was really fun. Thank you for joining us today.”

“It was my pleasure,” he replies, standing there awkwardly. It doesn’t seem like he wants to say farewell yet, either.

“Okay, I get it! I’ll head in first, geez.” Ren grabs the keys jingling in your hands and unlocks the front door, leaving you and Nanami to stare at him, confused. Stepping inside, he turns around with a smug expression on his face. “I guess my plan did work after all. I’m happy for you two.” He gives a final wave before shutting the door closed.

You and Nanami look at each other and laugh. The distance between you closes as you wrap your arms around his neck, his hands sliding around your waist. His eyes linger on your lips before he leans down to kiss you.

~~~

As they kiss, lips soft and sweet, he remembers the first note he received from her, not that long ago. The note that wasn’t meant for him but still meant everything to him. The note that flipped his world upside down. The tightness in his chest, the butterflies in his stomach, the longing he felt to meet this woman. And now she’s here, in his arms, completely captivating every fiber of his being.

The world is a better place with you in it. Always remember that.

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[crystalgastles]

After the flesh chapter six

This took me longer to get out than I expected ugh forgive me TW for smoking weed and gore and regular Jeff the killer stuff

Falling asleep on a stranger

“You hungry?”

My shoulder stung where he bit me but I couldn’t complain. We were both covered in marks, some my uniform wouldn’t cover but I didn’t care. I wasn’t utterly alone for the first time in a while and the way he handled me gently, hands that had hurt so many tended my wounds and brushed my hair gently. I watched his face, trying to decipher what his thoughts were. Lost in a deep concentration.

“I haven’t had Chinese in a while”

“Had to think about that one for a while didn’t you”

“You’re the one asking”

I walked to the kitchen and he followed like a dog looking for scraps, hot on my heels. I sat on the counter and picked up the landline and twirled the cord around my finger while I looked through the phone book for places that would deliver.

“Ok so” he put his hands on both sides of my face, practically squishing my cheeks together

“This is very important ,do I need to write it down for you”

My voice came out muffled by my own lips when I tried to smile through the way he was holding my face “I think I got it”

“Orange chicken. Chow mein extra cabbage if they have the fried cream cheese things please”

“Ok ok jeez”

I dialed the number, speaking on the phone , giving my address first then ordering while he watched intently, expression focused making sure I got every detail right

“The cream cheese things”

“Shhh-”

I tapped his hand after I reprimanded him. Giving them my card information through the phone then hanging the receiver back up on the wall.

“You got forty minutes till they get here”

“What if I die before then”

“I don’t know man”

He looked through the dvds on my shelf, flicking through every dumb comedy and horror movie my roommate and I had collected from thrift stores and Walmart. Some I had gotten from family members, my sister specifically. He picked up one that she had given me.

“Mars attacks?”

“Do you want to watch that?”

“I’ve never seen it”

“Dude.”

I reached over to where he was sitting. I had to get up to put it in the dvd player but not just yet. My co worker gave me an early Christmas present today and I would love nothing more than to share it with him.

“I have weed”

“You do now?”

“It’ll make the food taste better”

“Please”

The flick of the lighter and sizzle of the joint I had rolled, almost poorly but still usable, I inhaled first, passing the blunt to Jeff who was practically bouncing. I had assumed it’d been a while since he had anything that wasn’t alcohol and smiled. The cold air made my nose red, but huddled together something was so warm about being close.

“Breathe in when you start coughing. Hurts but it’ll help”

“No shit”

He said through light chokes, trying his best to take in air as he passed it back to me

——————————

I had nothing against drug use, the men I killed while they were smoking had nothing to do with the fact that they were smoking. I preferred drinking. The sting felt better to me.

But the warm taste of smoke entering my lungs and the light feeling of being stupid for a while especially with someone’s company you enjoy is something I will not pass up.

I forgot about the tight feeling in your chest it left they tried to coax me through but it just made me aggravated. I hadn’t smoked since I was a teenager. Got caught with a joint and I was made to sleep in the unfinished basement for a week but, their presence kept me calm.

“Ok ok stop hogging it”

“It was my Christmas present”

“You offered to share”

They handed it back to me, yanking it at the last second but eventually handing it to me with a smile. I choked down what i could until the ground beneath me felt light.

“Holding it in doesn’t do anything”

“Am I doing that?”

They laughed as they spoke, tapping my chest

“Yeah Breathe out”

I did, the smoke mixing with the cold air and eventually dissipating while they took the last drag, putting it out and dropping what was left over into a zip lock bag.

“Come on get inside before it hits me and I forget how to work the dvd player”

A knock at the door caught my attention. I almost ran to the door when I remembered they were expecting them to pick up the food. So I waited right behind them, the delivery driver looking at me towering over both of them with a indifferent expression. Trying to figure out what my deal was.

Maybe I was over thinking, or maybe I paranoid but they looked like they recognized me. I hadn’t seen the news in a while and maybe they had plastered my face all over daytime television. No I’m 7 states away from Florida. There’s no way the police made the connection it would be a miracle.

They smiled at me. Relief washed over me as the food was handed over, money exchanged and the door was closed.

“You ok?”

“I’m fine”

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost”

“It’s nothing”

———————————

I sat the food bag down on the floor, sitting cross legged in front of him while he essentially tore through the plastic to get to the food containers, opening one and then shoving the bag towards me, as I tried not to laugh at his frantic pulling of the cardboard and plastic cutlery

“Oh you’re so beautiful”

“Wow”

I ate too, slower but still hungry while mars attacks started up on my tv in the background. I laughed when I noticed the way he was tearing into the food like he hadn’t eaten in days.

“Damn is it good?”

“Shhhhh”

“Ok ok”

I couldn’t help but giggle, rocking back and fourth on the floor when our eyes met unintentionally while we ate, he laughed too, something I hadn’t heard yet that shook me up a bit but made me laugh harder.

“You laugh so evilly what the fuck”

“You’re the one looking at me”

“What’s so funny about that “

“I don’t know, you’re just lookin’”

I couldn’t stop laughing, my head resting on the wooden floor while he kept eating, giggling every time he made an involuntary noise.

————————���—————

I sunk into their couch, my head resting on the cushion while theirs rested in my lap. The tv’s glow changing colors while whatever movie they put on played in the background. Their soft snores interrupting the audio playing lowly.

This is the first time I’ve felt calm in years, there was nothing there that reminded me of the years I’ve spent running from everything and everybody. It was calm, They were comforting and seemed to care.

I ran my fingers through their hair, pushing it back gently. I could love them. They could love me. Just maybe

My lungs tightened when I saw the wood front steps of my old church, the green carpet in the foyer supposed to replicate grass squished underneath my feet because of the years of warm Florida humidity, weather, and rain. The brown wooden tables on each side of this small room grew mold while the flowers inside the vase were dead and now filled with standing water. The pictures of the crucifixion hung above each one. I couldn’t bring myself to open the wooden doors.

But they opened for me. The inside was in perfect condition. No the inside was in a service. No I set this place on fire years ago. No there was my father standing at the pulpit, staring me down.

His eyes were angry but his smile stayed the same. I felt like a small child who spilled milk on the carpet when he spoke.

“My oldest has decided to join us today! Jeff, come sit by your mother. Looks like my prayers were answered today folks”

No. No. I cut him into pieces. His head stuck on the end of their bedpost. I remember his blood on my hands. The fat from his gut spilling when I sliced it open. I remember but he is in front of me. Angry.

I still sat beside my mother the woman I shot in the head. My brother on her other side looking at me with concern. I was the only one in here covered in dirt and not wearing slacks. I couldn’t make out what he was preaching about. Fear gripped my being as the rest of the church stared at me.

A tap on my shoulder

“Why are you so late?”

A whisper, someone so familiar it made me relax.

“Jane?”

“Yeah dumbass you were supposed to be here at seven”

“Jane no no. Jane please go you can’t be here”

“I’m here every Sunday, what’s wrong with you?”

“Go. This isn’t right you need to go. Go.”

My voice was raised as I stood, back facing the stage my father stood on. The stained glass shone across her pale face and black hair.

No this isn’t right. Her eyes were black. Her skin was too smooth to white almost mask like, the only person in the whole congregation that wore black. Her smile twisted into something I didn’t recognize. This was not Jane. Not my best friend since childhood , journalist who wanted nothing to do with me Jane.

“STOP”

“Jeff sit back down now”

My father spoke, angrily through his teeth while I frantically looked for anything to set this place back on fire.

“You shut the fuck up!”

“Language!”

“Stop. All of you stop. Stop stop just.”

You poor thing.

You want this to end

I was with you when you spilled your first blood. I have watched you for years. You didn’t deserve this.

I hit my own skull, on my knees now, pulling chunks of hair out as a cried out.

“Make it stop! I’ve had enough!”

I found my lighter and ran. Finding the curtains that lit too easily. The wood of the church catching next as people ran out, screaming, some catching, burning up in flames and turning into dust almost instantly. until I was the only one left inside. My family now the corpses I remember.

I stood on the steps, covered in soot and sweat, my back facing the burning church.

You are bound to suffering because of the sins of your father

These people don’t deserve salvation. You deserve your penance

I am nor good nor evil I simply am and I am here to do what needs to be done.

——————

I woke up with my pillow being torn out from underneath me quickly. Jeff was up and running to my kitchen, breathing heavily his eyes wide with panic while he turned on my sink. Putting his hands underneath the running water as he sobbed.

“Jeff?”

My voice cutting through the stagnant atmosphere seemed to make his shoulders relax. I had no clue why he woke up in such a panic.

My clock read three forty. I had three hours until my roommate was home and three hours to figure out what happened but. I don’t think he would tell me.

I groggily got up, walking over to the sink and stood behind him, putting my hand on his forearm before he shrugged me off.

“Please don’t touch me right now”