#i love his frilly sleeves but also how they get small at the bottom. makes his body look small in comparison to his shirt

[mikeru-funzies]

positive rant in tags about this beware

Rogermon in High school au 🧿

No, Roger is not a fancy bitch. He usually wears plain t-shirts and jackets. I think it was some school event and Jack gave him his clothes so Roger wouldn't embarrass himself ✂️

(I see some suggestions in the "questions" tab, I just can't answer them with doodles yet, although I really want to. Sorry! Don't think that I'm ignoring you or anything, I'm happy to receive any questions!!! just don't have enough strength to answer them right now : - ( )

[ghoultramp]

study buddies [sukuna x reader] {req}

▷       jjk

↳ pairing: sukuna x f!reader

↳ content: { request fic } - dom!sukuna, subby!reader, curvy&soft!reader, college!au, dubcon, choking, spitting, marking (biting, scratching), dacryphilia, degradation (?), breath play (?),  a sprinkle of praise (as a treat), nicknames for reader (princess, babygirl)

↳ words: 4.7k

⇢ summary: sukuna’s a little fed up of yuji having you all the fun with you, so when yuji suggests you should take a break from studying, sukuna decides it’s the perfect opportunity to have a taste of yuji’s little princess.

also available on ao3

⇢ note: request for nemi; i’m so sorry it took so long to get around to this but i hope this makes up for the wait! a huge thank you for being my partner in crime on this and for some of the fantastic ideas you shared.

Yuji had been grumbling at his textbook for the better part of ten minutes before you peered over the top of yours. While he lay chest down on the floor, your legs were lazily propped over the small of his back. Your own back was supported by a pillow against your bed frame, comfortable enough, but you were starting to ache. Yuji wittered beneath his breath, he looked sweet when he tried to concentrate; his eyebrows furrowed and his nose wrinkled, but it was the way his tongue poked over his top lip that made you giggle.

“Stop,” he groaned, “this is hard.”

You cleared your throat as you closed your book, placing it on your lap.

“Which question is it now?” you asked, lifting your legs off him.

He grumbled incoherently, flipping the same page back and forth. You shook your head and shuffled next to him, straightening out your skirt as you brought your knees together to retain some modicum of decency. You leaned your weight against your left hand and softly patted Yuji’s head with the other.

“Uhm,” he mumbled, “still on the first one…?”

“Yuji-Kun,” you sighed, “have you been listening to a word I’ve said?”

He looked at you through his peripheral vision while his mouth fought against a nervous smirk. You playfully tapped him against the side of the head. Yuji feigned injury, holding his head and rolling onto his back; you were trying so hard not to laugh as he rolled about, wailing dramatically.

“You’re such a baby,” you told him, throwing the textbook to the side.

You watched as he stopped and spread his limbs out like a starfish, he turned his head in your direction.

“Says the little Princess,” he retorted, he flashed a grin when your cheeks flushed a pretty shade of pink.

He loved rendering your speechless with the utterance of a single word. To everyone on the outside, you and Yuji were this cute, Hallmark-movie, high-school sweetheart-type couple, barely even kissed, blushing at the sweet whispers you exchanged; how wrong they were.

Those sweet whispers that made you blush wildly were due to Yuji sharing with you his demands for you that evening—because you would always be his good Babygirl, his good little Princess. They would never see him grope you beneath the lecture hall desks, purposefully dragging you to the back. He’d ignore you as you cried into the sleeve of your sweater while his fingers fiddled with your sensitive little bud behind your underwear.

He rolled onto his side to prop his head up with his hand, you brought your hands up to cover your flushed cheeks.

“Hey,” he was trying not to laugh, finding your bashfulness absurdly loveable, “why don’t we take a break?”

A squeak escaped through the fingers of the hand that covered your mouth. Yuji awkwardly shifted onto his hands and knees, crawling toward you. When he sat up next to you, he swung his legs around to place them on either side of you; trapping you between him and the bed frame.

“Now who’s the baby?” he cooed, teasing you more by poking your hands playfully.

He laughed at your attempt to look annoyed, it was wasted. You resigned, watching as he began to lean into you, his hand pressed against the back of your head and his lips brushed against your ear.

“Or should I say,” his whisper was a low growl, “Babygirl?”

 “Yuuuuuji,” you were whining as you squirmed between his legs, “you’re doing this on purpose.”

The warm breath expelled by his chuckle brushed against your neck. You felt the grip he held on the back of your head fall to your wrists, you didn’t fight him as he pulled your hands from your face. You knew he got off on how bashful you always were, and maybe you played into that a little, he felt the hot flush of your cheeks radiate against him.

He could devour you so easily.

You felt a thumb press hard against your chin, pushing your head right back. A pitiful laboured noise escaped your mouth, now pushing his palm against your throat. It wasn’t quite enough pressure to stop you from breathing, but enough to cause you discomfort. Enough to satisfy him. For the moment, at least.

“…ji,” you were fortunate enough to be able to squeeze the last syllable of his name.

Using his free hand, he kneaded at the delicious pudge of skin that poked out above your slightly-too-tight thigh-high socks. They were just a part of one of your many little uniforms reserved only for Yuji, and today was one of his favourites; a just-tight-enough shirt opened enough for your delicate, frilly lingerie—of his choosing, of course—to peek out, paired with a simple, pleated skirt.

You were ever so grateful when he lightened the pressure on your larynx, allowing you to urgently drag in a deep breath. But it was mere seconds before you were gasping and panting, succumbing to his will as his fingers pressed gently against the damp cotton of your panties.

“Finally,” you heard him say, the lowered tone of his voice triggered your flight response.

“Yu-Yuji?” you whimpered.

“Yuji’s not home right now, Princess,” he declared, “it’s not fair that he gets to have all the fun anyway.”

“Su-Sukuna, please,” you whined, tilting your pelvis back in an attempt to escape his roaming fingers, he only pressed against you harder.

“Why don’t you let me take you for a ride, babygirl,” as he said it, he dragged his finger downward, following your sweet, little slit beneath your underwear.

“You p-promised you wouldn’t,” if it wasn’t for the fact that Sukuna was so close to you, he never would have heard your feeble pleas.

“We all promise things we don’t really mean,” he groaned, removing his hand on your throat.

Sukuna smirked all the while you gasped for air—once again—and then whimpered, the focus in your sight made everything soft, your head felt full of cotton wool. Sukuna sniggered, the dumb, heavy-lidded look on your pretty, little face was nothing less than perfection. He pressed his fingers a slightly bit harder against your clit, inhaling sharply when he pulled strangled little mewls from behind your slightly parted lips.

Sukuna was more than a little fond of Yuji’s choice of mate, he’d been waiting far too long for this opportunity and he wasn’t going to squander it.

He was going to savour every moment.

“Let’s see,” Sukuna contemplated, relieving your clit of his fingers. He’d want you to beg for it, prove just how much of a needy little whore you really were; he’d have you screaming his name soon enough.

You whined at him as his hands crept along the outsides of your thighs, under your skirt, grabbing hold of your shapely hips. He ignored your cries while he pulled you toward him, your skirt now ruched above your waist.

“C’mere,” he grunted, jostling you with some force when you didn’t move quick enough for him.

From your position—your head now propped where your back had been, Sukuna suspending your arse with his large hands—you could almost pretend that it was still Yuji. It was still his body after all, right? Your eyes passed over the dark lines that only Sukuna had—you always thought they looked like tattoos—and the closed, second set of eyes. Those eyes unnerved you, scared you. You dropped your gaze.

You didn’t ever think you’d have to face this situation, Yuji had reassured you time and time again that he had control of Sukuna, that he wouldn’t be able to take over when things got hot and heavy between the both of you. Now, you supposed Sukuna had lied about being compliant the entire time.

Sukuna continued, “I demand a taste of this—“ he yanked your underwear down your thighs, pulling a little too hard on the waistband, “—sweet fucking cunny.”

Dumbfounded, you were only able to watch him with curious, wide eyes as he moved your legs to benefit him while he struggled to remove your underwear. He was clearly getting impatient, throwing your soaked underwear over his head and across the other side of the room.

Sukuna let out a long, deep moan, as he shuffled himself back. He brought your legs down, pressing his muscular upper-arms against the back of your thighs; this was his way of stabilising you while having both of his hands free.

With his biceps pushing into your thighs, you yelped as your neck was forced into an uncomfortable position. The top of your head pressed against the base of the bed while your ear squashed into your shoulder; you scrambled to hoist yourself up, pushing your palms against the floor.

“Ah-ah,” he growled, yanking you down by the hips.

Sukuna mumbled something, you may not have been able to hear it, but your widely spread cunt certainly felt him say something. He brought the index finger of his right hand up to hover just out of reach of your presenting hole; raising his gaze to catch you looking at him--your chest heaving with your gulping breaths, your eyes almost entirely closed, with your tongue gently lolled out over your bottom lip--he certainly hadn’t expected you to submit to him like this so easily.

“I can see why Yuji likes you,” Sukuna mused, you gasped loudly when his thick finger penetrated you for the first time, “a needy little bitch in heat, like you?”

He let out a satisfied groan as you convulsed against him, nowhere for you to go as he twisted his finger, left to right and back again, fucking you with little care as his thrusts became almost violent. You cried out when he began to hit his palm quite forcefully against your clit with each thrust of his finger; Sukuna’s dark eyes glared up at you, his thick brows pulling together in the middle of his brow while he snarled at you.

You really were trapped.

“I happen to know you like it rough,” he was smirking, the loud, wet sound that came from between your legs as he removed his finger with a yank make you shrink beneath him.

“But, let’s get one thing straight,” he continued, moaning while he sucked at your sweet juices that soaked his finger, “your little Yuji-Kun won’t ever compare to a demon,” Sukuna watched the panic set in your eyes, felt your thighs shaking against his arms as he angled you up.

“It’ll be so delightful and easy, making you teeter on that edge,” he snarled, “between pain and pleasure until I see fit.”

You yelped uncomfortably when the pad of his heavy thumb pressed into your clit; you heard him chuckle above your cries, pressing against it harder. Sukuna pursed his lips against your inner thigh. You felt his smirk against your skin when his thumb quickly shifted from your clit to your hole; it was without warning, your slick allowing him to pull in and out with ease. But the intrusion made you shudder, followed closely by an uncontainable wail.

“Oh, Princess,” he cooed, talking into your thigh, “you’re going to make over-stimming you so much fucking fun.”

“Wh-what do you mean?” it was a pitiful attempt at finding your voice.

Sukuna either couldn’t hear you or at the very least, he didn’t want to hear you. He dragged his tongue along your delicate skin, playfully nipping at you every few inches.

Oh, how it amused him when you squirmed, afraid of his real bite, perhaps? The thought excited him.

You continued to whimper while Sukuna roamed your thighs, but when he flicked the tip of his tongue across your clit—fucking you with his thumb, his fingernails digging into the flesh of your arsecheeks—you brought your hand to your face, biting down on the flesh of your wrist.

Sukuna ignored you, giving attention to your throbbing clit, using his free hand to spread your lips just a bit more, enough for him to sink his lips down and around you. He loved when you made those whiny, little bleats—so pathetic, so fucking easy.

But, no, this wasn’t enough for Sukuna. He jerked his thumb out—your walls quivered around the empty space—and replaced it with his tongue; he groaned loudly as he sloppily lapped at your dripping, wet cunt.

Crying into your hand, still biting down on your already raw flesh, you felt the pull of your hips, ready to spasm with the release that was building up within your core. Sukuna masterfully worked his way around your insides, tensing the tip of his tongue to satisfy that sweet spot within you.

“Cum for me, Princess,” his deep voice was cast even lower as he growled as he spoke those words, commanding you; you felt a pressure within your pelvis vibrate and coil.

A pretty, choked sob found its way behind your lips as you relaxed your head to the side. The arm you had been using to silence yourself came down on Sukuna’s head so hard he scratched at your outer thigh; that would surely leave a mark. Whether you were willing to admit it or not, the thought excited you, you wanted him to hurt you.

Sukuna seemed frustrated when you didn’t obey his demand.

“I said fucking cum for me, Princess,” he snarled, firmly placing his hands on either side of your arse. You gasped, feeling the sting of him driving the points of his nails into your flesh. “I won’t hesitate to hurt you, y’know,” he continued in between tending to your soft, little cunt, “but I get the feeling you’d—“ he huffed, driving his nails into you, eliciting a strangled, wailing moan from your lips, “—like it.”

A whimpering, twitching mess was all you were beneath Sukuna’s grip. You heard the sloppy, wet noises combining with his hungry moans, tasting as much of you as he possibly could. Leaning back onto his knees, Sukuna noticed the bright flush in your cheeks.

“Sweet, little thing,” he laughed, “look, she’s embarrassed.”

Sukuna delighted in having you as his play-thing, but he wasn’t quite done with you yet. While he stared at you with his impossibly dark eyes, you heard the distinct jostling of a belt being undone; you heard it land with a thud when he discarded it to the side, triggering your body to shudder once more.

He wasn’t impressed with you when you lowered your gaze away.

“No, no, no,” he chuckled, “you will return the favour, Babygirl.”

Your heart beat wildly against your chest, your breathing was nothing but desperate, clamouring gasps as he hoisted you by your hair. Your protesting cries meant nothing to him as he effortlessly pulled you to your knees and the sight of your eyes brimming with tears amused him all the more.

“You’d do it for him, wouldn’t you?” he gave an inflection to his voice, trying to mimic Yuji’s, “It’s still his body, right?”

Sukuna’s grip on your hair tightened while he fiddled with the zip of his trousers, you felt helpless, watching as he relieved his thick, hard cock from its clothed prison. It was Yuji’s body, but like this—when Sukuna felt the need to barge his way in—it was his, not Yuji’s.

“Isn’t it?” he spat, pushing you down toward his crotch, cock in hand.

You may have been too shocked to form words, disjoined syllables tumbling from your lips, but not shocked enough to resist him. You didn’t recoil when your lips pressed against the swollen, wet head of his cock, as he brushed his pre-cum across your lips. In fact, you were eager, Sukuna laughed when you parted your lips, ready to receive him.

“See, it’s not that bad, is it?” he mused as he tugged your head back to look up at him.

You heard him stifle a low growl, looking up at him with your pretty, glassy eyes and your puffy, pink lips.

Whining at him as you placed your hands on either side of his muscular thighs, you were a desperate little pet eager for master’s attention. You didn’t care that he held your weight by your hair, it didn’t matter that it hurt. You didn’t care how aggressive he was; it didn’t matter when it felt this good.

“That’s it,” his smile was devilish, allowing you to lower your head into his lap on your own terms.

When you moved Sukuna’s hand away from his cock, he let out a chortle that made your heart flutter. He was gentle while you teased the aching head of his cock. You were ever so pleased with yourself when you pulled guttural, feral moans from his lips; it was your turn to tease Sukuna. For however long he might allow it, that was.

Which wasn’t long at all, it would seem.

Sukuna was impatient and you were taking far too long, he wanted his dick rammed as far down your throat as he could, and he would. He wasn’t being gentle now, not when he pushed your head down onto him. When you let out a surprised yelp, he took the opportunity to take advantage.

“Fuck,” he hissed while you gagged on the intrusion of his length.

Your throat felt raw, there was no niceness about him now as he held you down. You were sure he would be smirking as you convulsed within his grip, feebly attempting to push against his tensed thighs with very little effect. Yuji might be rough with you, but Sukuna was on a different level, and you quickly understood just how utterly useless any and all attempts to save yourself would be.

It’s all fun and games until someone gets hurt, and you knew—for certain—that someone was going to be you.

You closed your eyes and held onto his thighs so tight your knuckles turned white; it was the only thing you could do to distract yourself at that moment. The tears he’d forced from your eyes dripped onto your chest with your clumsy movements. You let out a wail of relief when he pulled you away, even just for a moment, it was welcomed.

"There's a good girl," he grunted, admiring the spit that dribbled down your chin, "there's my good little Princess."

Your moan at his words was cut off by a cruel shove of his hand; you gagged under the duress of him ramming into the back of your throat. He didn't care that you choked and spluttered beneath him, in fact, you knew it excited him; the way his cock twitched with each uncomfortable noise you made told you everything.

Every bone in your body screamed at you to submit to him, you would hope it would be less humiliating than this. Sukuna was surprised when you fell limp within his grasp and jerked you back once more.

“I wasn’t sure I’d break you so easily,” he chuckled, raising his free hand to your tear-stricken face.

You shuddered when his thumb stroked away at your wet cheek. You kept your eyes closed as his hand snaked its way across your face and down to your mouth. He tightened his grip on your hair as he held down hard with his other hand.

Your eyes darted open, Sukuna was a God looking down upon a mere mortal.

He hissed, you felt a heavy pressure against your lips as he used his hand to push you back against the pillow still propped against the bed. He was quick, untangling his hand from your hair to rest it on your inner thigh. He was laughing as his fingers tightened around your thigh, claws pinching at your flesh.

“Open wide, Babygirl,” baring his teeth at you, he looked maniacal, his hulking shape looming over you.

You sobbed helplessly as the mouth on his palm opened up, summoning a tongue that successfully infiltrated your mouth with very little effort. He laughed as your pretty, flushed face twisted, breathing frantically through your nose.

You were unable to make out the words he growled while he dragged his claws along the tender flesh of your inner thigh. The games he’d played with your throat, and consequently your oxygen, had dulled your senses—all except the ones that mattered, of course.

The bottom of his palm hit hard against your abused clit and your eyes widened with realisation. Sukuna smirked, both hands pressing so impossibly hard against both sets of your lips as he leaned into you.

“Just a little more,” he growled, “and then you’ll be ready for me.”

There was no time to think before the hand at your mouth pushed your head back, the finger and thumb on either side of your nostrils were dangerously close to completely restricting your airflow. Another tongue infiltrated your aching hole, he laughed at you as you convulsed beneath him. He allowed you to shake your head from side to side but nothing more, he found your efforts at yet another struggle tempting.

Your hips bucked defiantly beneath his hand as he bore against you. You whimpered against the tongue at your mouth as the one inside your twitching hole tickled against your most sensitive spot. Sukuna brought his face down impossibly close to yours, now gently grinding his palm against your clit; the only thing you felt were tight shocks that battered away within your core.

Sukuna gripped your face with his fingers, careless as his claws almost scratched at your face. When your head was brought up to meet him, your noses touched. It was unnerving.

You felt Sukuna’s tongues retreat. You were conflicted when you felt the gnawing ache of emptiness that was left behind. Formulating thoughts seemed impossible, coherency was nowhere to be found. With heavy-lidded eyes, you lazily watched as Sukuna knelt back.

It was cute, the way you opened your legs even wider for him. It wasn’t enough for Sukuna, nothing ever seemed enough for Sukuna. You felt his clawed hands grip the underside of your tender thighs; your breath shuddered, feeling the wet head of his cock bump against your widened hole.

“Good girl,” he breathed, “open wide.”

There was no other warning than his words as he shunted his hips forward, you moaned low in your throat—a strangled, feral noise—as your dripping wet cunt enveloped his throbbing length with very little ease.

“See,” he grunted, tightening his grip on your thighs, “I can be kind—“ he pulled his entire length, your hole quivered at the empty space, “—when I want to be.”

You wailed as he bottomed out against you, digging his claws into your flesh hard enough to draw blood as he frantically thrust. He’d been patient long enough but, while you’d been a good girl and indulged him, playtime was over.

Your head whirled and your limbs were numb. The only nerves that you felt any connection to were the ones in your pussy, the ones that made it possible to feel every protruding vein of his achingly hard cock The nerves that made it possible to feel every twitch it made as Sukuna put all his weight into you. He grunted, pushing back on your thighs, you yelped when he folded them against your stomach.

Sukuna delighted in hearing the moan you gave him after yet another deep, unrelenting thrust, his pelvis grinding roughly against your clit. You found yourself unraveling beneath him, you no longer felt within your own body.

“Yuji,” you mewled.

It was an easy mistake to make, a mistake that Sukuna did not appreciate. He laughed down at you as he picked up his pace. An unrelenting pace that shunted your body with each and every thrust. A pace that made you see stars.

“Silly little bitch,” he growled, spitting on your cheek, he was surprised when you let out a gasp of arousal, “say my name.”

He watched you convulse beneath him, felt you writhe and twist in his arms. It was delicious. The way your cunt clamped on his cock, tighter and tighter, and harder and harder until your cervix felt bruised.

“You’re mine right now, Princess,” he told you breathlessly, “Say it.”

You felt his spit hit your face again and your pelvis tightened. Things like that were supposed to feel this good, and for a brief moment, an internal struggle between arousal and embarrassment took place. Your arousal when Sukuna spoke.

“Say my fucking name,” was his final demand, but you could only cry out nonsense, “Say it!”

“Su-Sukuna!” you cried, obliged to obey him.

You were rewarded with the relief of Sukuna removing one of his hands from your thighs, too fucked-out to move—or care—your leg still rested against your stomach. He bared his teeth and brought his hand back; you were astonished that he never lost his momentum. 

He grunted as he breathed.

“That’s right,” his voice began to waver, close to his own climax, “good girl.”

You could almost believe you weren’t just a piece of meat to him, the way his tongue wrapped around the words he used could make anyone feel special. But you were rudely reminded this was Sukuna, not Yuji, when his swung-back hand collided with your thigh.

The Earth itself could have shattered at that very moment, and all you’d feel would be him; you thought yourself lucky enough to remember your name.

“Good—“ he grunted against your arching hips, begging for more you couldn’t possibly take, “—girl.”

Sukuna juddered on top of you, within you, while his claws made their final assault on your skin, while he buried himself as deep within you as possible. You writhed and mewled beneath him, your hands grasped at the carpet, desperate to hold onto something while the pressure of his hot cum filling your battered cunt overwhelmed you.

There was a faint sting that broke through the pleasure as he continued to roll his hips against you, gently for the time being, now that he was spent.

It astonished you how quickly his breathing returned to normal while you struggled to draw any breaths that felt satisfying, still recoiling and twitching. You could speak only broken gibberish.

Sukuna lowered your legs, you wished he’d more gentle; you winced as your hip joints creaked having been forced into such an uncompromising position. You felt the weight of his chest press against yours and his nose nuzzled gently against the crook of your neck.

There was a tense moment as you lay under him as your senses regained consciousness.

“Yu-Yuji?” you whimpered, tears threatened the edges of your eyes.

The pretty pink man who lay on top of you let out an angered growl, the hands that tightened around your wrists no longer had claws; there was care in the grip.

“I’ll kill him,” you heard him growl, his grip tightening.

“Yuji I’m—“ he didn’t leave you room to finish as he lifted his head, gazing down at you with furrowed eyebrows and bold, dark eyes.

“But first,” he told you, looking down at the mess between where your bodies connected, “it looks like I have to punish you first.”

He looked back to you—was he enjoying this?—and cast a dirty smirk at you.

“Because despite what Sukuna may think or say,” he continued, looming closer to you, his cock twitching with every word, “you haven’t been a good girl, have you, Princess?”

Your lips may have been moving but your voice was inaudible.

“You can thank Sukuna for one thing though, Princess,” he growled, nipping at your neck.

His voice broke when he deliberately moaned in your ear, a sound that made you squirm with delight.

“There’s no more holding back,” was the last thing he said before raising your arms above your head and locking his teeth to your neck.

[twasday]

𝕋𝕠𝕜𝕪𝕠 𝕆𝕣𝕡𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕤

Characters: Mikey|Manjiro Sano, Baji Keisuke, Takashi Mitsuya, Draken|Ken Ryuuguji, Smiley|Nahoya Kawata, Luna Mitsuya, Mana Mitsuya, Mentions of Takemichi Hanagaki

Genre: Crack, possibly fluff

Warnings: Cussing, Violence, Smiley accusing his friends of being racist AS A JOKE

Summary: Mitsuya wants his friends to help him with modeling for his next competition but all they do is provoke each other and it ends with Smiley and Baji in the ER. 

A/N: I had fun projecting through Smiley they seem like the kinda person to say something is racist when there is the smallest inconvenience. I’m not extremely happy with this but I do think it's a start. 

Smiley is Black, Non-binary, and uses They/Them pronouns. Baji is Hispanic and speaks Spanish.

“My ass doesn’t look fat enough in this dress Mitsuya.” 

Mitsuya rolled his eyes as he heard Baji complain about the dress he forced him to model in for his next competition. Baji had his backside facing the mirror as he kept one hand on his hip, turning around to get an image of his figure. “It’s not outlining the hourglass figure that I worked years for, this is simply tyranny.” Baji swept his hair behind his ear, slightly annoyed. 

“There wasn’t much in the back to begin with, you should be glad that dress gives you any shape at all.” Draken taunted as he fixed the jet-black lace corset that squeezed his abdomen perfectly, paired with black velvet bellbottoms, and fishnet underneath that went above his belly button to decorate his v-line.  

“Draken, You're built like a fucking iPod. You have no room to talk, bigfoot.” Baji shoots back as Mitsuya tugs on the lace at the bottom of the dress, concentrating on fixing it to line up to his liking. 

“Mitsuya did amazing work on these pieces, you’re both just ugly as shit. Couldn't be me though, y’all stay safe.” Smiley says as Luna attempts to do their makeup. 

They both whip their heads around irritated by the comment “Guys please shut up, holy shit.” Mitsuya quickly cuts off their bickering to get some peace to work. 

They grumble little apologies as luna contently finishes up the red graphic eyeliner look that formed a heart around Smiley's eyes and a heart lipstick that made their cupid's bow pop. It went well with the frilly white flower dress which went about mid-thigh and had a bow tied in the front and puffy short-sleeved arms. 

“All done Hoya! You look like a pretty princess.” Luna exclaimed excitedly watching as Smiley twirled around gently, the dress perking up at their every movement. 

“Thank you, Luna. You did such a good job, I love the look.” They smiled softly at the small girl who beamed at the praise. 

“Mitsuya these clothes seem a little too casual to be part of some big ass competition, no offense I like ‘em,” Mikey said from the other side of the room, distracted by a sports magazine. “And why can't I dress up too? I have a rather slender build ya know.”

“Mike, this is just a local competition. I wanted to attempt some new stuff so I didn't wanna go too big with this piece but I still wanna make my mark.” Mitsuya swats Baji’s hand away from fiddling with the dress again. “Also, these pieces aren’t built for tiny petite kids like you there are other people with different body types,” Mitsuya grumbles quietly. 

“You mean built like a door frame? If I was a judge this would be unappealing. Who wants to go to a show to see goldie locks and a leash kid? Count me out please.” Mikey lazily states not even flinching at the harsh yells that Draken and Baji follow up with. 

“I think all of you look very cool no matter how your body looks! You’re all very handsome.” Mana happily states with a cute smile, hoping to get them to stop screaming at one another.

“Girl, don't lie to them. God took no time on those Duplo building block bitches. I was sculpted by that man's bare hands, just look at this waist.” Smiley intervenes while admiring themself in the mirror, lightly swaying and posing. 

 Chaos ensues. Baji launches at Smiley, getting them into a chokehold quickly. Smiley claws at Baji's arms, hoping to get some air, in the process of laughing hysterically. Mitsuya runs to get them off of each other, not entirely caring about the fight but just about his fashion pieces. “IM GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU TWINK,” Baji yelled as he strangled smiley. 

“Is it because I’m black?? Oh wow, I thought we were better than this Keisuke-” Draken easily pulls them out of the mix before Baji suffocates them. 

“I hate you guys oh my god." Mitsuya seethes angrily, "next time I'll ask Hakkai for help, you all are freaking animals.” 

“Just call me a monkey and be done wit’ it.” Smiley huffs, rubbing their neck hoping to soothe the pain.

Mitsuya turns his head rigidly “You are on thin ice, Nahoya. You should be glad you’re killing that dress.” 

 Smiley cheers hoarsely. “Trip and fall down some fucking stairs bitch.” Baji hisses at them in Spanish.

“Did you just call me the n-word? In Spanish??” Smiley provokes Baji once again with a shit-eating grin.

 Baji leaps to sock Smiley in the face, ultimately breaking their nose. Chaos erupts again as they beat the shit out of each other. Both of them ended up in the hospital that night. Baji with a dislocated shoulder, a busted chin, and Smiley with a broken nose and a sprained ankle. "This isn't as half bad as last week when Baji beat the fuck out of Takemichi for being in the bathroom for too long.” Baji giggles at the memory that Mikey brings up.

Mitsuya bores his eyes into the floor below him “All of you are on my hit list sleep with one eye fucking open.” 

Here was the inspo for the fits:

Draken | Baji | Smiley <3

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Cat and Mouse

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | more coming soon

Summary: You’re the daughter of an extremely well-known pastor. You’ve lived a quiet and sheltered life, that is until you meet and fall in lust with a gang leader they call the Grim Reaper.

Pairing: Gang Leader And Yandere!Taeyong X female reader (college student)

Chapter Genre: SMUTTT just smut in this one, with a dash of angst

Chapter Warnings: mentions of religious practices (this in no way is meant to offend followers of Christianity), profanity, toxic relationship, drug addiction themes, stalking, manipulation, corruption kink, innocence kink, female masturbation, pet names, recording of sexual act, oral sex (female), public sex, unprotected sex, sir kink, overstimulation, rough sex (spanking, hair pulling), c*eam pie, cockwarming.

Word Count: 5K

(A/N: I have NOT proofread this, forgive me, I will one day.. this is just wild Idk what else to say lmao but it’s still kinda thanksgiving and I just wanna say thank you to ALLL 1,906 followers WOOOHOOOOO!!! Your feedback and support means so much 🥺❤️ I love you guys like ALOT and I hope you have a wonderful night/day wherever you are)

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Taeyong to You: Look outside.

You glance you your left and look out through the large windows  that surround your dining table.

It’s Thanksgiving. The day that your family decided to open your exorbitant house to the public to provide food to the less fortunate.

Taeyong knows this, but he also knows that he can’t exactly show up to the front door of your place and face your father. He clearly knows who Taeyong is and definitely wouldn’t invite him in.

So, in true Taeyong fashion, he decides to watch. Perched up on his motorcycle a few feet away from your window and in between the towering trees that surround your house.

You squint your eyes to try to make out the red-haired villain. He’s hidden just enough to be undetectable by anyone just scanning the area, but exposed enough for you to see him.

You give a small smile as you watch him text you.

Taeyong to You: Let me in through your window.

You look back at the table then up at the many people that filled your dining room.

It’s possible to sneak away. Sure, you were supposed to be handing out food to the needy, but you really, really wanted to see Taeyong.

“Hey, uh, Jennie..I’m gonna take a nap..I just got the worst headache.” You pout while you lean into your friend’s ear. She’s a friend from church that is the absolute sweetest and is always willing to cover for you, so you have no worries about being able to slip away discreetly.

She nods and gives you a wink.

You’re parents are chatting up with other churchgoers, so they definitely won’t notice your absence..at least not for the first 30 minutes or so.

You take your apron off and hurriedly cross the hall to the opposite end of the house where your room is. There are people everywhere, eating, laughing, watching television and just having a good time, but all too busy to notice your speed walking and preoccupied expression.

You finally make it to your room and quickly lock the door behind you before running over to the window.

You unlock it and slide it open then look to the side for Taeyong.

“Hey, baby.” He says smoothly and smiles while perched up on the small roof cover by the window.

You smile widely and chuckle.

“Well, come in, its cold out here.”

You help him inside even though he doesn’t need it, hell, he could’ve gotten in without you even unlocking your window.

He’s wearing a fitted black long sleeve and black skinny jeans with his red hair styled out of his face. He looks good but then again, he always looks good.

“Taeyong I-“ you started but he’s already latched his lips onto yours, the sound of teeth clicking against each other fills your quiet room.

Taeyong kisses you like you’re his air, like he hasn’t breathed for centuries. He’s taking everything from you, his tongue pressing against yours while your lips rest firm against his.

Taeyong wraps his arms around your waist to pull you in closer, as if to take more than he already has. He wants you, all of you.

Your arms encompass his neck as your heads turn, allowing more access for your mouths.

You can’t help but groan as you press into him and feel his abs on yours.

He doesn’t have his lip ring in, giving you the perfect opportunity to lick over his bottom lip and bite it gently.

Your fingers massage his scalp and his hands go under your shirt, resting on the nape of your back.

He finally pulls away to look at you and there’s a dark and dangerous flint in his eyes. You should’ve been used to it by now, but it always gave you butterflies as you shiver in his hands in anticipation for what’s next. With him, you never knew what to expect, but you knew that he always made you feel new and wonderful things with your body.

“I wanna fuck you.”

Taeyong looks into your eyes, patiently waiting for you to nod, but all you can do is breathe heavily and stare at his plump and swollen red lips.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” He asks, and of course he already knows the answer, but to hear the Christian girl say it is what he needs, it’s what turns him on the most.

You lick your lips and nod.

“Yes..”

“Yes, What?” He smirks, his hand rises up to your bra and plays with the hooks in the back.

“Fuck me, Taeyong.” You finally look into his eyes and place your hands on his chest.

He chuckles and listens to the 50 maybe 80 people right outside of your door that walk about, talking and eating. All while you’re about to have sex with a gang leader.

“In front of all these people? That’s not very..good or Christian-like of you, sweetheart.”

His hand still plays with the hooks in the back while his other hand dips into your skirt, pushing past the waistband of your underwear and right onto your folds.

His mouth opens slightly as he realizes how wet you are just from the sloppy kiss you had.

“Please...Taeyong..I don’t have much time before my parents notice I’m gone.” You can barely talk as his digits start to work their way deeper, pressing into your sensitive area.

“Please? What are you begging for exactly?” He raises an eyebrow as the sweat on your forehead starts to build and your heartbeat starts to race. It’s becoming too much for you.

The low tone of his voice, the hot air on your ear, the way his fingers tease your entrance by tapping and rubbing at an unsteady pace.. you start to fall apart and this is exactly what he wants.

You fall back against his hand as he inserts one finger while still rubbing your clit with another.

You groan and look down at his being arm disappearing into your skirt.

“Taeyong—I-I’m a good girl I promise, I’ll do anything.. fuck me.. fuck me hard..please.”

Taeyong likes what he hears and chuckles, tilting his head as you look back up at him and bite your lips.

“Anything?”

You nod quickly and moan while he pushes two fingers into you, he moves them in all the way so that you can feel the cold metal of his rings right at the entrance, but you don’t mind it. It just feels good to feel something inside you.

“Oh God..Taeyong.”

That’s what he wants to be to you. He wants to be your new God, the one that deserves praise, the one that deserves all you have to offer. The one that your life will center around. And so, he will give you everything. He will make you crazy for him and him alone.

You place a hand on his broad shoulder to steady yourself as you move up and down, and rock your hips in a circle to gain more friction in your bud.

Taeyong’s hums in your ear while your eyes close and your mouth falls open. You’re standing in the middle of your room, getting off on his fingers and it’s the most beautiful sight for him.

Your head falls back and your nipples perk up through the thin fabric of your white long sleeve shirt.

“Let’s play a game, baby.” Taeyong’s husky voice only makes your more delirious as your high approaches, all you can do is nod.

His thumb is gentle on your clit while his long fingers reach the depths of your pussy every time he pushes them in. You feel so good that he could tell you you’re going to fly to space and you would agree to.

“There’s a lot of people out there...if you can stay quiet while I fuck you..I’ll reward you..” Taeyong knows you’re not the best at hiding your feelings and emotions when you are on the brink of cumming, but he wants to see if you’ll do anything for him. Are you true to your word?

You nod and a Taeyong smiles before slipping his fingers out completely.

You whine and lick your lips, hating the sudden absence.

But when you finally start to have a clear head, you think about what he said. Could you really be quiet while he made love to you?

He took your hand and turned to the bed.

“Do you remember the first time we met?”

You nodded, wincing as you remembered the night he caught you masturbating to porn for the first time.

“You were touching yourself right, little mouse?”

You nodded again.

“Well, I want you to do that again, but I’ll guide you this time.”

You nodded.

He sat down in the chair across from your bed while you stood and waited for his instruction.

“Take you shirt off..slowly.” His tone low and gaze almost haunting as he watched you.

You slowly rugged at the hem of your shirt and lifted it above your head.

The cold air hit your skin as you threw the shirt onto the floor.

“Take the skirt off, now.”

You zipper your frilly skirt down and Taeyong watched as it fell to the floor. You stepped out of it and your shoes, and stood in front of him now in just your bra, g string and knee highs.

“Unhook your bra..slowly.”

You reaches around your back and did as he said, letting your perky nipples also fall victim to the frigid cold air in your room.

“Perfect. You’re perfect.”

His comment makes you smile.

“Now, lay down on the bed and touch yourself for me.”

And so you do. You push your body up on the bed and push your fingers into your underwear, attempting to replace his long fingers with your own.

It’s not the same, but some movement is better than nothing.

He sits forward and watches as your delicate fingers work their way inside you.

“I wanna see more, little mouse.”

You open up your legs a little more, but refrain from looking at him.

You look up to your ceiling and focus on your impending orgasm.

“That’s better, sweetheart.”

Taeyong is two feet away but it feels like he’s right beside you, whispering into your ear.

“What a sweet pussy you have, so good.”

You can hear him start to unzip his jeans and pull his member out.

He starts to pump himself up and down, using the precum that leaked from before to provide the perfect friciton.

“Faster. Move those pretty fingers faster.” He groans a little louder now. The sound of your fingers entering your core over and over starts to get louder as your wetness builds and its making him wild.

His eyes are focused on your soaking entrance, your sweaty and wavering legs, your fingers and the beige lace that’s covering them.

You start to move faster and know that you are close.

“Taeyong—I’m going to..” you whine quietly.

“yes, baby, cum for me but stay quiet.”

Taeyong moves his hand faster.

“Look at me.”

You look back at him and swallow hard. His shiny dick is out and hard, you want to feel it inside you, filling you up so satisfyingly. You lick your lips, prompting a question from Taeyong that he already knows the answer to.

“You want my cock, don’t you, little mouse?”

You nod without shame and try so hard to not let a peep escape. Instead you breathe heavily and bit your lips.

“Use your words or I’ll fuck it out of you.”

Taeyong snarls and his voice is gravelly, he’s close.

“Yes, Taeyong..I-“ a wave of pleasure washes over you as you cum. Your head falls back into the pillows behind you and your hand stops moving.

You grunt quietly but luckily no sound escapes. And you think you’ve played Taeyong’s game, you think you’re done with the teasing, but you’re wrong.

Taeyong lets go of his member and walks up to you quickly. He grabs both legs, pulling you further to the edge of the bed so your legs are opened wide right in front of him.

“Do you want my cock?” He raises the eyebrow with the slit and looks into you like you’re a piece of meat.

“Yes..yes-I want it, Taeyong” you’re still dizzy from your orgasm but nothing feels better than having him fuck you, so you’re ready for another one if that means he gets to be inside you.

“Well, if you want it, you gotta work for it, sweetheart, touch yourself again.”

Your eyes widen. But you swallow hard and move. You wouldn’t dare to pout and disobey him.

“Taeyong..please..I don’t have much time left before they come looking for me.” You start to work your fingers on your sensitive area again.

“I dont care, I’ll fuck you when I think you deserve it.”

Taeyong smirks and starts to pump his dick up and down again, but this time, his right in front of you, watch you writhe below him and lick your lips at the sight of his pink head and thick, veiny length.

“Pinch your nipples” he demands.

You pinch your soft skin and let out a quiet mewl at the arousal you start to build again.

Taeyong twists your other nipple with his free hand, you’re about to cry out loudly but remember that the challenge is for you to stay quiet.

Taeyong’s eyes are focused on your body below him and the way you ride your own fingers. He can’t believe you’re so beautiful as you ruin yourself. You’re on full display for him in cute knee highs as you lose your innocence once again.

He knows he can’t wait much longer but he wants to see just how far you can go.

He leans down and licks a long stripe up your abdomen, then latches onto the nipple you’re not playing with.

He groans and sucks on it hard while still fucking into his hand.

His other hand reaches behind your head and grabs a fistful if hair. He holds it tight as he is just seconds from cumming.

He pulls your head back with a harsh tug and you can’t help but yelp with a little more volume.

He looks up at you through dark eyes while still darting his warm tongue out and around your hard nipple.

He doesn’t have to say anything, the look on his face tells you you can’t do that again, you must absolutely be quiet. After all, anyone outside of your door could’ve heard that.

You’re sensitive and tears start to prick your eyes, but nonetheless, another climax approaches. Something about the way Taeyong looks at you and has a hard grip on your hair makes you lose it. This time you and Taeyong cum together.

He stands up straight and watches cum shoots out onto the perfect skin of your abdomen while you shake and ride out your own orgasm.

You remove your hand and close your legs as Taeyong releases his grip on your hair.

He quickly grabs the waist band of your soaked underwear and drags it down your legs.

He pushes them open again then kneels down at the edge of the bed. Without giving you the chance to close them again, he licks up and down your dripping folds, taking in all of your cum like he needs to to survive.

He parts your lips with his fingers then dips his tongue in, circling around to collect juices from every area.

“Taeyong!” You cry out at the feeling, you’re extremely sensitive from cumming twice already.

You try to close your shaking legs but Taeyong forces them apart with his strong arms, his hands holding firmly onto your ankles beside his head.

He stands up and quickly flips you over before slapping your ass harshly.

“What did I say, little mouse? You wanna be a good girl, right?” He growls and flips you over again, regaining his position between your legs.

He kisses your clit and dips his tongue in, circle around the entrance of your pussy.

You start to cry and your legs shake while he drives you crazy with his mouth.

You bite your lips hard to keep any moan from escaping while your grip on the sheets below you tightens.

Taeyong pushes two fingers into you, make in you push your body up the bed but he holds your waist and watches you carefully, daring you to try to escape him again.

Your eyes are locked as he licks long stripes up and down your sensitive pussy. His tongues draws circles around your bud before he pulls away to kiss it lightly. You start to feel his icey rings again.

You feel overwhelmed and your breathing is unsteady. You might just lose this game if he continues to eat you out like you’re the last meal he’ll ever have. But you really want him inside you, so you push through.

Your head falls back into the bed and your knees raise as you try a new position. Taeyong is able to push both his tongue and fingers in deeper.

You look down to see Taeyong still watching you fall apart through devilish eyes.

Everything about him was wrong, but he felt to right. He made you feel things no one else did or ever could.

“Oh my God..” your eyes start to roll as you’re about to cum, but you hear a knock on your door.

You try to push Taeyong’s head away but he digs his nails into your skin through the fabric of your knee highs.

“T-Taeyong..” you try to whisper as your face twists, you’re so close but you can’t ignore the fact that someone is at your door.

Taeyong only chuckles then goes back to flattening his tongue against your folds, then sliding it in between them while humming.

“Honey? Are you okay?” It’s your dad.

“Oh..sh-“ you start while Taeyong moves his fingers in and out faster.

“I’m fine!” You manage to get out at a high pitched tone.

“Okay, well we’re going to say an evening prayer, please join us.” Your dad states, completely unaware of the sin you’re commuting just a few feet away from him.

The devil himself is fingering you and making you feel complete ecstasy with his tongue, while your dad wants you to join him for evening prayer. Sounds comical.

“Oh—ok!” You say a little too loudly as Taeyong aggressively circles your bud with his tongue, so you quickly grab the pillow and press your face into it as you cum.

You cum hard but Taeyong doesn’t stop moving. He wants to taste everything you’ve got, to be completely filled with your sweet juices.

You scream into the pillow and tremble.

You can hear your dad start to walk away, but his foot steps stop when he hears what sounds like muffled screaming.

You close your eyes tightly and bite your lips to keep yourself from making anymore noise.

And your dad starts to walk again.

You wipe sweat from your forehead while Taeyong stands up and smirks.

He wipes your essence clean off his chin with the back of his hand. 

“You’re always so delicious, you’re the only meal I’d want for thanksgiving.” He winks but all you can do is give a small smile and breathe heavily.

Your body is weak and tired and you wonder how you can possibly make it through the rest of this thanksgiving day after all this, but still, you want more. Greed is a sin, but it’s not like you haven’t been in lust this whole time.

What difference does it make?

You stare at Taeyong’s hard member poking through his jeans.

“Taeyong—I’ve been a good girl, right?” Your eyes go from his pants and to his eyes.

Your eyes are large and your expression is cute as you pout. You didn’t exactly play his game well, but Taeyong knows that it’s time.

“Yes..now get on your knees, sweetheart.”

You get up and turn around, displaying your ass and your wet legs to Taeyong as you crawl to the headboard.

Taeyong goes on the bed and kneels behind you. He places his phone under your bodies so he can watch a video later, making sure to record the way your boobs move every time he pushes into you.

He’s slow at first, carefully kneading his hands into your hips, then massaging the skin of your ass, specifically the section he slapped earlier.

“You’re so beautiful, little mouse.” He leans down and whispers into your ear.

You can feel his hard cock poke your thigh.

“Are you sure you’re ready?” He asks as he coats his dick with the essence that continues to run down your leg.

You knew you weren’t ready yet, you we’re still too sensitive, yet you nodded out of greed.

Taeyong pushes into you carefully from behind, letting you adjust because he knows he wants to reach your depths.

Your delicate pussy is perfect fit for him and that’s the only way he wants it, full of him and nothing else.

You wince and shift on the bed, his girth is something you have to get used to, but once you do, he feels so good.

He pushes deeper, letting out a quiet groan while you make a small whine.

“Taeyong..I want to be a good girl for you, fuck me hard please.” You can’t wait any longer, you are chasing your third high for the evening after you’ve finally gotten what you’ve been craving.

“Yes, baby, just promise me you won’t be loud, you’re mine, right?” Taeyong watches your naked back and falls weak.

He thought of how outraged your annoying father would be if he knew he got you like this. But he also thought of how you didn’t care anymore. You only cared for Taeyong, he was the man in your life now, the man that controlled everything.

“Little mouse...be a good girl and call me ‘sir.’” Taeyong’s voice is barely above a low whisper as he leans into your ear again, pushing into and burying all of himself into you.

You gasp and nod. “Yes, sir.”

Taeyong smirks and likes the sound of that so he grabs your ass and pulls back, making sure his dick runs against your tight insides slowly as it leaves.

He watches as the tip drips in a mixture of his precum and your essence and a string slaps onto your shakey thigh.

He slaps your ass hard and grips the skin, making you jerk forward.

You close your mouth and whine quietly.

He holds his length in one hand and rubs the tip along your folds. 

“What do you want me to do, princess?”

“I want you to fuck me, s-sir.” You swallowed hard, you had to do everything right, you were so close to getting what you wanted. You couldn’t afford anymore teasing.

Taeyong continues to rub along your folds, parting them so the tip teases your clit. You feel his veins on your core and shut your eyes tightly.

“Perfect.” He says as he pushes into you hard.

You yelp and move forward, the unexpected pain of his tip reaching the bottom of your stomach made you flinch.

He moves at a steady pace now, rocking his hips against your cheeks.

He grabs your hair tightly again and pushes in to you hard, your neck bending backwards and your mouth falling open.

He watches your back arch and your arms hold onto the headboard as he pounds into you from behind and really wishes he recorded the two of you from a different angle.

He bites into the glistening skin of your neck to hold back his moans, his grip on your hair still tight. His hot breath decorates your skin and the scent of his citrus shampoo fills your nostrils. The warm skin of his abs falls against your back, strangely, making you feel safe.

He starts to move faster, and smacks your ass one more time,adoring the ay it starts to change color after he hits it.

He pushes his dick into you deep, so deep you can’t help but cry out.

The sounds of skin against skin grows louder and so does Taeyong’s grunts.

He picks your upper body up by your hair and pushes you down into the bed so your ass is up and your head is down.

The new angle makes your eyes flutter shut. He feels amazing as he destroys you, making you feel raw but full.

He chuckles to

Himself as he feels you clench around him.

“Do you like that?”

“Y-yes, sir” your voice is shakey, you’re almost there, almost in bliss.

Taeyong forces himself into you so deep then picks up the phone that was right under your linked bodies.

He leans it up against the headboard so it still records him hitting it from the back, only this time it’s recording from the front-facing camera so you both see everything. And you swear to yourself, that somehow makes everything ten times hotter.

To know that he’ll watch this video later and think of you makes you happy.

Taeyong watches your fucked out expression on the phone and smirks. He loves having you so messy for him, your innocence gone, your mind and body completely filled with him, corrupted by him.

You moan loudly so to stop you he lets go of your hair and sticks two fingers into your open mouth.

“Suck.”

He watches as you open your wet eyes stained with mascara and suck on his long fingers hard while watching him on the phone. You looked like such a dirty slut, and both of you loved it.

The feeling of your tongue on his fingers reminds him of the way you swallow his dick whole and choke on it until he cums all over you.

Taeyong’s red hair sticks to his sweaty forehead and only moves when he pushes into you, but the sadistic look on his face as he watches you through the phone makes you so wet.

“Play with your pretty clit for me, sweetheart.”

He pants as he gets closer.

You start to rub circles into your clit while he continued to grind into your entire body and move it against the bed.

“I want us to cum..together. I want you to get so full of my cum..Do you want me to fill you up?” Taeyong’s grip on your ass is so tight, you know there will be bruises. As for your pussy, he’s stretching you out with every push, you’re not sure if you’ll be able to walk to evening prayer. He takes his fingers out so you can talk.

“Yes..sir.”

“Tell God you want me to fill you up, pray to him right now.” Taeyong is grunting and groaning as his husky voice echoes in your ear.

He pushed harder, so hard that the headboard starts to hit the wall.

He knows people could hear this, that people would know what this meant, but he didn’t give a damn.

Your velvety walls fit him like a glove and he couldn’t wait to cum all over them.

You massage your breast with your other hand, and do as Taeyong says.

“Dear..G-God, please—Taeyong!”

Your third orgasm crashes over you while Taeyong also cums.

He holds your waist and releases deep into you, making you shake under him.

He pushes a few more times then pulls out and watches your whole leak.

He flips you over to watch your face and your chest shining beautifully with sweat.

He quickly uses his tip to gather what has escaped and pushes it back into you, while you whine quietly.

Taeyong starts to pull out but you hold his arms and lean forward to stop him.

“Don’t leave.” You look into his eyes and beg. You’re tired of him always leaving you after you fuck. If he’s your boyfriend, then you might as well spend more time together.

He sighs and looks away, knowing that your eyes always make him weak, a feeling he didn’t like.

“Don’t you have evening prayer or something?” Taeyong looks down at the apex of your open legs where his member still lies inside you.

“You know you’re a Christian right?” He teases you.

“I’ll text my dad that I don’t feel well. It’s not like I can go out there looking like this anyway.” You both chuckled.

“It’ll just be you and me tonight..please.”

And that’s what he wanted. He wanted to replace everything your life. He wanted your addiction to him, something he only dreamed of, to come to life. And slowly, it was happening.

“Stay..inside me, I want to feel you.” You shocked yourself at how blunt you were being, but it was the truth. He was all you could think about and he felt so good, you didn’t want him to go.

Taeyong liked the idea of cockwarming so he agreed. To be honest, he didn’t really care about your feelings of “love” towards him, he just wanted your obsession.

This was just another deal for him, a game he had to win.

So he laid down and brought your leg up around his waist so you could both cuddle and sleep comfortably while he stayed inside your warm flower.

Taeyong watched as you drifted off into sleep quickly. He used your body like a toy tonight so he understood that you were beyond tired.

There’s a strange feeling in his chest that grows as he watches and he can’t explain it. Could he really be falling for you? Could he be losing his own game of cat and mouse

[loudestcloud]

After a long brake from this saga, it returns for her birthday! However, I should start this by saying the obvious fact that I don't like they way Nami and women in general are drawn, I really wish the mangaka had a middle ground between the 'If I sneeze I'll snap in half sexy girls' and the 'i will crush you in my fat rolls ugly girls' types but here we are and this is what we've got. As a result, most of my connects would usual be how I wish she her skirts would be longer n such but I'm not gonna do that because I don't want it to get in the way of the actual content in the post. Let's go: NAMI!!

'First appearance': it's not the first at all, idk what to call it tho, it's her 3rd. it's just the one in We are so technically counts. It's probably the nostalgia, but I love this look. I can't place why but I'm not even mad at the weird stripe lengths design, it's just cute to me. The sleeves are short but long enough to hide her tattoo and I adore her skirt too like the dark orange parts remind me of blood oranges!

Baratie, Loguetown, Little Garden, first Arabasta outfit, (& Long Ring Long Land) Post-Arabasta & Post-Enies Lobby: This was probably a common or local brand for her cos she's rocking that skirt in all different colors 👌 Also, I just wanna start by saying, all her t shirts actually go past her hips? So her skirts would actually be longer than they look cos she's actually draw quite strange when in tops. Anyway, shes starting off strong with this nice pink top n I like the nice shade with the white. Then, a dark blue for the first and only time ever for Nami to pick out. I personally think lighter colors are nicer for her tho. Bringing us to this BEAUTIFUL baseball jersey with purple sleves, get it bitch oml! 😘 I don't think that skirt matches very well but it's still cute. Then, she tries stripes and I think it works out well and I think the 3/4 length look is good for her too so that one is nice. The diamond pattern tank top is actually one of my favourite Pre-Skip looks just because it's so well matched with the skirt. You can't see in the picture but the dot inside the circle is the same yellow as her top so it's just very well done, definitely an actual set. And the lace? Amazing. I hate the feel of lace myself but it looks amazing.

Baratie, Drum Island, Post-Arabasta, Long Ring Long Land Whisky Peak, Post-War, Punk Hazard: Now, I don't actually have much to say about these, I just think they are worth mentioning.i like Nami in shirts with text, I always spend way too long trying to read em lol. Anyway, I like the Drum Island shirt & Punk Hazard shorts because ✨ stripes ✨

Water 7 & Enies Lobby: Nami's first dress! And also a new skirt! I like this frilly style more, I wish it stayed around tbh but oh well. Water 7 gives us the iconic blue shirt & tie with matching shoes and it's a blessing really. Then, Enies Lobby gave us the strange Denim outfit that Paulie hated with all his mind 🤣 At the time,I thought it was a cool outfit. It's not bad, the too looks a bit armour so it's go that going for it and that jacket slaps in my opinion. I like long sleeves on cropped jackets.

Thriller Bark: Pink! When I saw the first outfit, I thought something super bad was going to happen because it looked fancy and that anime for 'time to die'. Lucky for her, nothing happened at all apart for her just looking really grown up. I like her hair too, super cute. In the next fit, it's a total flip, quite punk. Her belt is a nice contrast from her skirt and I LOVE her top! Her party outfit looks like an itchy lace and the straps, while I live frills, look very irritating. It looks cute but I could never wear it myself. Lastly for this set is one of my all time favourites for Nami because she gets to wear a necklace! It's very small and hard to see but I think it's amazingly cute. This combination of her hair being down again, a nice pokadot shirt, full length jeans and a big smile from making a friend makes it all the best.

Sabaody Archipelago & Levely: As with the 3rd outfit set, I just think these are neat. She's rockin' a different necklace, shorts and a 90s style flower top then in Levely she's chillin' in a simple puff sleeve shirt with hearts a cross the chest. Simple looks, very effective

Fish-Man Island, Punk Hazard & Dressrosa: Fish-man island comin' in hot with the iconic Timeskip look and belt! This, I much prefer the Crimin bra because it's simple plus her hair is up really cutesy. Also it's funny cos that would have been expensive for she didn't steal all the outfits she did. Looks wise, Punk Hazard is my favourite but I really dislike that it doesn't cover the bottom of her boobs and its not really supportive. I think it's my favourite because it reminds me of Frankys vibes. Dressrosa's is also really cute but once again looks like the frills would tickle a bit. Also I like her shorts.

Zou: A DRESS! not only that but it's Purple, a color she's not worn before more than as sleeves years back. It's an interesting dress style, very lacy and would brake easy but it's VERY nice to look at. Her next looks bring back the ruffley frills and basic shirts. The half button shirt has her 2nd number on it and the colour matches her skirt! I like the purple coming back in her next skirt but what I like way more is her last Zou look. It's a nice halter neck with black lace trim then to make it better, her skirt is a wonderful shade of red that has an adjustable rope belt with little gold buttons on! I just- 🥰

Whole Cake Island & Wano: everyone's lord and fashion savour, WHOLE CAKE!!! I mean look at how cute she is in that first one! That fairytale aesthetic really owns my ass at this point! Then it's a total shift with that more mature sexy style red turtleneck dress no sleeves? The side by side vibes are 😘👌 love em! Plus, this arc gave us more purple AND 2 box neckline dresses which I think with Nami they really work. The forts Wano ouyfit is only here cos blue really works for her. It look okay but I don't think they are as nice as most people do. Idk what it is about it, I think it's just too square. The 2nd is nicer to my eyes, idk

And lastly, I just wanted to Shout out the First eps and the Dead End Adventure outfit cos it looks like Vector from Despicable me:

This post was made listening to 'One Piece vibes' by Kato & rewatching One Piece

Sanji

Luffy

Zoro

[ask-anti-cosmo]

The return of Anti-Cosmo part 2

Part 1

Anti-cosmo stayed in the suite, knowing you had to come back sometime, especially since you told him you were a day out to land. You dreaded coming back to your room but found him on the computer on a social media site.

“Is there a Anti-fairy Facebook page?” you asked sarcastically.

“Anti-Fairies, as well as Fairies, are very well connected believe it or not. You just need to know the right sites to look for. And even then, only magical beings can use it, if you’re mortal you only see a blank page.” He explained, not looking up at you. “Won’t be long now.”

“Won’t be long till what?” you frowned.

“Till my wand comes to me. My subordinates are going to help bring it back here, by magic or whatever means it takes.”

“Where were your subordinates when you were in the safe?” you folded your arms.

“I go off on my own a lot, they probably assumed I was following a chosen victim.” He shrugged and turned away from the screen for a minute to face you.

“Is that how you got in that safe in the first place?” you asked expectantly.

His eye twitches slightly. “Hunting requires risk, surely you know that. They had just set up an…elaborate trap I was completely unprepared for. A descendant from one of my victims. One of the only victims I left alive. No matter, I won’t make the same mistake.” He insisted with dignity.

“Why did you let them live in the first place?” you asked curiously.

He sat quietly before picking up a pencil and started doodling on a nearby notebook. He drew a young girl with ringlets and a frilly dress. She looked almost like a sweet porcelain doll.

“My perfect little Doll…in her perfect little dollhouse...” he said fondly.

“Why did she need your help if she was perfect?” you frowned.

“Her family was so painfully flawed, she was trying to save them from their own stupid actions.” He explained. “Then one day, she decided she was done cleaning up after them, left to make her own perfect house, and sent me away. Most of the time my victims call me back, whether conscious or in their hearts, but she never did. The last I saw her was at a ball she threw. I had a lovely time.” He said, looking at the pictures longingly before starting to sketch another woman.

“Who’s that?”

“She was my date to that ball…” he sighed. “I actually might have fallen in love with her…alas, she was human and it didn’t last. I probably could have granted her my immortality but…” he sighed and set down the pencil. He glanced at the computer screen, looking for a response or message for him.

“But…?” you asked expectantly.

He sighed at your persistence, but smiled. “She slit her wrists one night. Humans have such limited mental capacities, and Misfortune follows in my wake. It was probably inevitable.”

“You couldn’t bring her back with magic?” you asked curiously.

“I am not so cruel, I let the dead stay dead. After all, there are plenty of living to choose from.” He shrugged.

He stayed by the computer for the rest of the trip to the harbor. You found a trench coat to wear that you cut the bottom off to fit him better, and hide the fact that he wasn’t wearing pants. You felt he was your responsibility and lead him to your penthouse in the busy metropolis.

“My my my, not such a fancy pants that you own your own place eh? Just a simple flat?” he teased.

“It’s the best you can get in such a place jack*beep*.” You glared. “Besides it’s not my only one, and I do have a house, just not here.”

“Boring.” He rolled his eyes and checked the phone you gave him to monitor his messages. So far there was still nothing, making him huff.

“Alright now, what is there to do around here?” he asked carelessly.

“Why don’t you go check out my closet? You’d look lovely in one of my ball gowns.” You smirked as you greeted your cat.

Anti-Cosmo rose an eyebrow. “You’re just jealous cause I probably would.” He mumbled. “I doubt you have my color.”

“Why don’t you tell me more about yourself. Like, what’s with the Anti in front of everything?”

“We are Anti-Fairy dear, we are the equal and opposite forces of the regular fairies. Spelling our names backwards to prove that doesn’t always work. For some it does, but it’s often just easier to say Anti.” He stated simply.

“What, so there’s a regular fairy version of you?”

Anti-cosmo cringed slightly. “He’s an absolute idiot. A goodie goodie nuisance to all he meets. I want nothing to do with him.”

“So if you’re opposites, and you’re the annoying one…” you smirked as he shot you a glare. “Also, if you’re an all powerful magical being, why do you need to drink human blood?”

“Mostly to prevent a magic crash.” He shrugged.

“A what?” you frowned.

“Oh dear, do I need to explain what a crash is?” he sighed.

“No I know how drugs work.”

“Not those kind of drugs!” he insisted with annoyance. “I told you I am full of magic in my veins, correct? So are Fairies. Only they can only let so much build up before exploding. So it’s just called ‘magical build up’. They use the wands and become godparents to help expel the magic as well as do, what they hope is good, by making children happy.” He said with disgust.

“And you what? Use your build-up for evil?”

“Have you not been listening? I am the equal and complete opposite power that is my fairy counterpart! Meaning, my magic regenerates when used, but it is usually at max capacity, that’s normal for an anti-fairy. That being said, when I cast a spell, it takes longer to build back up. If I use too much magic, I will run out, causing a magical crash.”

“Do you explode from mortality?” you teased.

“No.” he huffed then stayed quiet for a minute. “…I implode. It is reversible so it’s not possibly to kill us that way.”

“And you drinking blood comes into play where?”

“I’ve discovered that nothing makes ones magic regenerate faster than human blood.” He licked his lips. “ESEPCIALLY the blood of the misfortunate. Just the thought of meeting a poor soul who’s never succeeded in anything makes my mouth water! Anyways, I always use magic, for everything, so it’s convenient to have a blood supply nearby. However I doubt you’ll have the same effect, so after I get my wand back I will be bidding you a fond farewell.”

“Sounds just fine to me.” You huffed.

“So, what to do till then?” Anti-Cosmo said thoughtfully. “Go to a rave? Go night shopping? Hunt for ghosts in the park~?” he smirked and waved his fingers at you.

“How about sleep? It’s been a long exciting day and I’m exhausted.” You huffed and started getting ready for bed.

“Oh, you can sleep when you’re dead!” he whined and pulled at your sleeve.

“Why don’t you get back online and catch up on the past 15 years worth of memes?” you said and got into bed.

“Oh please, nothing could be funnier than the troll faces that say “u mad?”” he waved his hand at you.

“Oh buddy, you’ve got a lot to learn.” You smirked and went to sleep.

He stared at your sleeping form, his eyes gleaming mischievously. “Soon my sweet…so I will have my way with you, you lovely immortal thing~” He licked his lips. He then checked for messages for his lackies and found nothing. “*BEEP*.” He pouted.

In the morning, you laid on your back and Anti-Cosmo was flouting above you. You frowned at the sight of his face and turned over. “Its bad enough I’ve had to deal with you till late last night, but now you have to flout over me while I’m asleep like a creeper?” you huffed.

“What can I say? You enchant me.” He said and started walking his fingers up your back. You shivered and swatted his hand away.

“Still nothing from your people?” you asked and sat up

He sighed and leaned back. “No…which is really odd.”

“Maybe you can try again? Post something else?”

“That would make me look whiny and desperate, then more of them would be less inclined to help me.” He huffed. “Besides, I’d much rather wait and possibly get some breakfast.” He said, looking at you hungrily.

“Oh for crying out…don’t even think about it!” you glared and got up. “You want blood, you’ve got to go to the fridge for a bloodbag.” You said as you walked to the closet.

“People healthy enough to donate blood rarely have enough misfortune to satisfy me.” He pouted.

“Boo hoo, you’ll have to have your cocktails AIDS-free then.” You rolled your eyes. “And if that’s the case, my blood would be nowhere near satisfying.”

“You think living eternally alone is a blessing?” he asked with his eyebrows raised. This did stop you in your tracks.

He drifted towards you, suddenly shrinking down and sitting on your shoulder. “Come on now, you got to taste my blood! I’ve never had Vampire blood before, I’m curious!” he urged.

You hesitated dispute knowing you’d get no benefit from this exchange, as well as you know darn well you owed him nothing. Before you could decide however, a ding came from the phone on the bedside.

Anti-Cosmo zoomed to it, growing to his original size as he snatched it up and read the notification. His mouth grew to a twisted grin, his eyes shimmering with joy.

“Ah, Anti-Juandissimo, you never fail me dear friend.” He smirked.

He suddenly stood up and held up his hand. A black wand with a star at the end appeared in his blue skinned hand. His face broke into a villainous grin as he spun it around and gave it a wave. Magic erupted from it and made his old clothes appear on his body, but they were new and pristine. His monocle returned, dangling from his earlobe before swinging up to it’s place over his eye. Small silver jewelry were placed on his clothes, ear, and wing. Lastly a bowler hat flouted above his hair.

He sighed with relief and stretched slightly. “Yes…perfect. I feel whole again~”

“You look like a Magical girl transforming.” You chuckled.

He looked back at you before waving his wand at you. Suddenly, there was a flash of light, smoke surrounded you, and your clothes changed into a vampire themed Magical girl outfit. Short skirt, a cape, even little bat wings on your head. Your costume was also adorned in silver jewelry and mirrored Anti-Cosmo’s black and blue.

“There, now we match.” He smirked.

You tried to pull the skirt down to cover your legs. “What the *Beep*?!” you yelled at him.

“What? You look cute~ oh yes, I have a wish to grant, be right back.” He grinned and vanished.

You huffed in irritation and immediately started stripping the cutesie outfit off. “What an *beep*!” you whispered angrily. “I thought he was awful before the wand…”

Part 3

[honeymoonjin]

A/N - Welcome to the season one finale! Hoo boy, this is a good one ;) be sure to send me your thoughts! Warning: use of a homophobic slur

LOST IN TRANSLATION

↳What do you do when you have no qualifications but want to see the world? You help teach English in a Korean primary school, apparently. ↳Principal!Jin, math teacher!Yoongi, PE teacher!Hoseok, English teacher!Namjoon, school nurse!Jimin, art teacher!Taehyung, and science teacher!Jungkook.

CHAPTER TEN ↳Parent teacher interviews are here, and with that comes an interaction that will have very lasting consequences for you and some of the staff.

“One black coffee and I brought also a rice cake.” You set the small plate on the edge of Yoongi’s desk and give him a short bow as well as the lady perched on the seat across from him. Ignoring the dubious look she gives you, you walk away just as quickly as you arrived. God, parents were scary. Just from wandering around and giving everyone tea and coffee, you had seen your fair share of tiger moms and oblivious dads, single parents who were going prematurely grey from the stress, couples who made their children come along and sit in the corner of the room while they spoke with the teacher. Spending all your time with pretty young adults, you had almost forgotten that you needed to be really careful to speak formally to them whenever you addressed them. You solved that by, for the most part, just silently bowing, not wanting to expose the inadequacy of your Korean.

You had started off the evening sitting beside Namjoon, smiling politely and pretending you knew at all what was going on, but soon enough it became clear to the two of you that you weren’t much help. Now, you were jumping between classrooms, from freezing evening air to thickly heated rooms, delivering refreshments. The others were all giving feedback in ten-minute slots, Principal Kim available to answer any administration or curriculum queries, and Jimin was holed up in the clinic, running a walk-in session.

As you make your way down the row of buildings, you spy through a window in one of them that Taehyung is alone. For whatever reasons, it seemed parents didn’t find it as important that their children were doing well in arts compared to science, math, and English. Although things had been awkward between you two since the day at the museum, your heart breaks when you stop for a moment and watch him. Beyond visible wisps of your breath that billow with each exhale, you can see him, chin resting in his hand as he stared blankly into the middle distance, bottom lip slightly sticking out. He looked unbelievably lonely.

“Knock knock,” you say awkwardly as you enter, “how is it going?”

He straightens up, glancing at you with a surprised look on his face. “Y/n. What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be over with Namjoon?”

You shrug, sitting on the chair set out for parents. “Before, yes. Now I help with give drink. Help with giving drink,” you correct as an afterthought. “Do you want tea or coffee or water?”

Taehyung shakes his head slowly, leaning back into his seat with a sigh. Today he’s wearing a black beret and an oversize maroon cardigan, and you can’t help but admire the way it truly makes him look like an artist. Not that anyone could doubt it after speaking with him for longer than a minute. “I’m okay, thanks. I-” he breaks off and purses his lips, eyes searching your face for a moment. Something in them changes, and his eyes lower. “My next appointment isn’t for another half hour. I think we should talk.”

You feel your stomach flop with cold tension. “Yeah.”

He clears his throat, the sound harsh in the silence of the room. Shifting in his seat awkwardly, he avoids eye contact. “Listen, first of all, I need to apologize. What I did was unprofessional, as well as not fair to you. I regret,” his mouth goes tight and his eyes hard, “I don’t regret…kissing you, but I regret the timing of it. I should’ve handled things better.” He swallows nervously when you remain silent, still processing. “Please say something.”

With a soft sigh, you shrug, feeling useless. “I think we can, uh, not talk or think about it. And that is okay.”

He crumples his brow. “You just want to ignore it? Ignore everything that happened?”

You can’t bear to look at the sullen look on his face. Cheering him up really wasn’t going so well. “A little bit yes. It is okay that you kissed me, I forgive you, but I think it will be very, mm, not comfortable if we are still thinking about it.” You clear your throat and set your shoulders, fixing him with a smile braver than you were really feeling. “New start? We can be friends.”

An eyebrow twitches as he appraises you, but then the dubious look turns into one of amusement, and, more importantly, acceptance. “Yeah, okay. If I’m going to sweep you off your feet, I’ll do it right this time. Hello, I’m the art teacher here, Teacher Kim, but you can call me Taehyung. Nice to meet you.”

With a warm gaze, you tip your head in a short bow as if you really were meeting him for the first time. “Hello, Taehyung. My name is Y/n. Please take care of me.”

He scoffs in good humor, and you’re relieved to see that edge of solemnity has left his eyes, replaced with twinkling mischief. “Now, I would love some coffee, but I’m also quite hungry, and I know for a fact Jungkook always brings snacks to these things to eat between appointments. Would you mind popping down to the science department and getting me some? Anything is fine, preferably something salty.”

You nod and stand up, patting him on the shoulder as a quick goodbye. The air outside is considerably frostier than it was before, so you hurry along a couple doors down to the science block. From outside, you can see in the warmly lit classroom that Jungkook has company, a relatively older couple, likely in their 50s, just sitting down and making introductions.

You consider waiting around for them to finish, but they’ve only just arrived, and you don’t fancy freezing your ass off for ten minutes. Instead, you knock lightly on the door and step in, quickly bowing to the three inside. “I apologize for coming in, I need to pick up some things.”

The parents give you wan smiles and turn back, and when they’re facing away you mime biting down on something. Jungkook gives you a broad grin, and tips his head to his side, where his desk is. You make your way there quietly and begin delicately rooting around his desk and drawers in search for the food stash, not wanting to disrupt the meeting.

“Thank you for taking the time to come in and meet with Soo-an’s teachers, Mr. and Mrs. Oh. It’s great to see the parents responsible for raising such a kind young lady.” You bite the inner corners of your mouth to stop from grinning. Always say at least one positive thing. Jungkook was certainly making sure he ticked the boxes on sucking up.

“Well,” the mother starts stiffly, clutching her hands over a jade green, plastic-y purse, “we’ve heard good things. Soo-an says you’re quite a, what was the word? Flamboyant teacher.”

Studiously avoiding looking over, you can still hear the strain in Jungkook’s voice as he tries to remain positive. Asshole parents were certainly something you couldn’t avoid in his line of work. Instead, you subconsciously slow down your search, wanting an excuse to remain here rather than leaving him to deal with them alone. Luckily, Jungkook’s stash seemed to be pretty hidden, as all you’d found was an empty sleeve for M&Ms.

“I think it’s important to be energetic and enthusiastic in class, in order to get the kids excited about learning. All of us in this school do our best to make our classes engaging. Should we go over some of Soo-an’s results?”

“She’s always talking about you,” the mother continues in an unflattering whiney tone, “Teacher Jeon did this, Teacher Jeon said that. It’s clear you’re having a lasting impression on her, and likely other students as well.”

You finally take some stacks of papers out of the bottom drawer and see a technicolor assortment of packaged snacks, but instead of reaching down to find something, you seem to be frozen in place. This conversation sounded like it was getting ugly.

Glancing over quickly, you see the father place a hand over his wife’s knee, leaning in towards Jungkook like a show of authority. “Listen, boy, we just want to make sure the teacher our daughter sees as a role model isn’t an…unsavory type.”

The uncomfortable laugh that leaves Jungkook’s lips tugs at your heartstrings. “I- I don’t know what you mean by that, sir. Anyway, Soo-an’s grades have been steadily improving, and-”

“I’m asking if you’re a dirty faggot, boy. I pray it’s not true; I mean, what respectable school would hire one of their kind? But it certainly seems from what we’ve heard from Soo-an that you’re a very frilly guy. You have to understand, we’re only concerned for our daughter.”

You’re completely unmoving; staring at the older man in shock. Jungkook, poor Jungkook, has gone completely ashen, and you can see his eyes gleaming with unshed tears as his mouth opens and closes silently.

“Well, aren’t you going to answer?”

At his wife’s question, the father rolls his eyes. “His silence is answer enough, sick fuck,” he stands up suddenly, tugging at his wife’s elbow so that they can walk out.

Jungkook snaps back into life with a choked noise. “Uh, no, I’m not- That isn’t-”

“Don’t lie to us, boy,” the man spits, “we’ll be finishing the term here and then taking our little girl elsewhere. You should be ashamed of yourself.”

Everything seems to slow down impossibly as Jungkook’s terrified gaze darts over to you. He mouths something, something you don’t catch, and rushes up to catch the husband’s elbow. “No, no, I’m not, I swear. Look, this here is Y/n.” He glances at you one last time, a pleading look that you can read from a mile away. “Y/n’s my girlfriend.”

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Apple Pie

[~15 Min Read/~4K Words -- Working Stiff!Johnny x Working Stiff!Fem Reader Domestic AU -- Fluff & Smut -- Second Puberty, Self-Discovery, Experimenting with Roles]

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It started with a pie.

You could pretend to be ignorant, but you knew exactly when this whole mess started. The first week after you had returned to the workshop after your grandmother's funeral, you had been chewed out for something you knew you were much too experienced to get wrong. Your supervisor had more than enough right to reprimand you, but let you off with a stern confrontation. You had gone home, seething and nursing a pulsing headache from the stress, and once again regarded the dusty cardboard shoebox that had been sitting on your dinner table for days.

Inside the shoebox was the most tangible thing your grandmother had willed you. Yes, she had skipped your mother and left you the majority of her savings in bonds and accounts that you weren't to touch until much later, but she had also left you her most valuable possession: her recipe book. Well, at one point in time it must've been a book. Now, it was a shoebox filled to the brim with recipes, some neatly written on formal recipe cards, some transcribed from friends and scrawled on memo pads, some simply clippings from magazines and food packaging with modifications jotted in the margins. In all of your frustration and grief over the woman that raised you more than the mother she already raised, you plunged your hand into the box and pulled out a recipe. Blueberry pie.

You marched right back out of the apartment, still in your shabby work clothes, down to the bodega down on the corner and grabbing everything you needed, foregoing a basket and just piling all of your findings out of your arms and onto the check stand. You marched right back home and set to work. You'd never made a pie entirely from scratch before.

By the time Johnny got home that night, you weren't sitting on the couch as usual. You were stood at the oven, patiently watching your pie baking inside. The apartment smelled like your grandmother. He warily approached you, first bewildered by you baking, but then startled as he noticed the tears on your cheeks. Wordlessly, he pulled you to him in a hug. He hadn't even set down his work bag yet.

❤️🥧❤️🥧❤️🥧❤️🥧❤️🥧❤️🥧❤️🥧❤️

For the next couple weeks, you kept pulling out recipes from the box. One of the early tasks was to organize everything once you'd made hors d'oeuvres for dinner one too many times. The shoebox was now home to a binder, with multiple recipes nestled safely in plastic sleeves. Everything was now in order and categorized. Cards slowly began showing your own new modifications, things you'd learned along the way or simply things that made more sense for your kitchen.

The next development didn't take place until the next month. You were finally tired of getting flour and oil splatters on your clothes, so you dug up an apron you had originally thrifted for one of Johnny's Halloween costumes back in college (a very successful gender-flipped I Love Lucy couples costume) and put it on. Upon tying the ridiculous thing around your waist, you even noticed a small table of measurement conversions pinned to the inside of the frilly pocket. You smoothed down the ruffled, pastel and gingham fabric, feeling odd as you realized it felt sort of... Pretty.

You attempted not to think much of it as you set about making dinner for the night: a chicken pot pie that smelled just like your childhood. It had been easy to get into the zone, concentrating on getting lost in cooking, that you hadn't even noticed the front door open. You pulled the piping hot pie out of the oven and gasped, nearly dropping the damn thing as you turned to set it on the dinner table. Johnny was stood in the kitchen threshold, staring slack-jawed as he eyed you up and down.

"Uh--" he stammered, "It smells amazing in here."

"Thanks?" You smiled, attempting to shake off how startled you just were and be a little humble. It did smell amazing in here.

Johnny kept staring at you as you sat at the dinner table, you thumbing through a book while he mindlessly scrolled through the day's headlines.

"Something wrong?"

"No," he answered, sounding far and away. You let it slide -- Johnny was never the type to bottle things up that were boiling over. He'd come to you eventually.

You took it upon yourself to observe your boyfriend a little more closely for the next week. Clearly, Johnny was going through something. You hadn't thought much of it when Johnny was excited to go out fishing with some work friends. He'd never been fishing before; of course he wanted to go. You hadn't really registered Johnny getting more interested in baseball again or expressing interest in the vintage car show downtown.

Johnny finally snapped a few days later. You just happened to catch him perusing old magazine ads -- something he regularly did for work -- but you happened to notice that they all had the same motif: husband, wife, picket fence and luxury. You were starting to get a full picture. You set out a handsome lasagna for dinner and gently prodded him as he scrolled through more ads.

"Johnny?"

"Yes, babe?"

"Have you been... Thinking about something?"

Johnny nearly imploded from exasperation. "I guess I haven't been super discreet about it," he sighed, "Remember my self-discovery kick in college?"

You did. Johnny felt so out of touch with his heritage that he worked on his Korean, took a couple trips there, learned everything he could about the history and food and culture... What did this have to do with that?

"I guess I spent so much time figuring out what that part of my heritage meant that I... I guess I don't really feel American either?"

"Johnny, I don't want to invalidate you but that sounds ridiculous."

"Does it, though?" Johnny massaged his temples in frustration. He'd hardly touched his dinner. "I keep thinking of this idea of the classic manly American man and what it would be like to feel that. Like, to feel that self-assured and free and... I don't know. It sounds insane now that I say it out loud."

"Well... Not really, actually."

"Really?"

"It was quite the dream, wasn't it? You spent a lot of time learning what masculinity was, if I remember correctly. You figured out how to filter out the more toxic bits, but now it sounds like you're figuring out how to... I guess how to embrace your manliness."

Johnny lit up, ecstatic that he didn't sound like a lunatic. Feeling more content, life went on as normal for another few weeks.

Until the skirt.

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With spring in full swing, you found out the hard way that you were running out of new and practical shorts and capris one overdue laundry day. Desperate for an outfit to get the shopping done for dinner, you found a skirt at the bottom of a drawer that you had worn years ago to a brunch your grandmother dragged you to. It was nothing special: a simple and classic skirt that flared just a bit from your waist. You paired the skirt with some sandals and a cute blouse and went shopping.

You hadn't thought anything of your clothing choice until Johnny came home to you pulling a pot roast out of the oven. It would've been hard to miss his entrance -- Johnny's work bag slid off his shoulder and hit the floor as he stopped short in the kitchen. He took in the sight of you: skirt, apron, hair done up and out of your eyes.

"I like it." He blurted, the smallest hint of a blush crawling over his cheeks.

"What?" You asked, puzzled as you set the pot roast on the stovetop to cool.

"I like... All of this." Johnny gestured awkwardly, waving his hand in a circle encompassing the whole picture of you. You felt probed. "I like -- good god, this sounds weird but you don't like it when I dance around issues -- I like it when you're all domestic-y like this."

The hairs on the back of your neck raised. Domestic? Your mind raced. Johnny babbled as you breezed past him and locked yourself in the bedroom. He ran after you, knocking on the door. He knew you wouldn't keep him out long, but he was taken aback when he noticed you were crying as you opened the door.

"I'm not some tamed animal," you stated, still a little wounded.

"That was a stupid choice of words. I'm sorry," he immediately offered.

"What did you even mean by that?" You cut to the chase, not wanting to worry about formalities of apologies.

"I meant..." Johnny sighed as he held you close, "I guess I meant that I like seeing you being such a provider in the house. All this baking and cooking? I never saw it coming from you, and you know that. Coming home to the smell of dinner cooking? Having a fresh baked pie on a Sunday afternoon? The apartment actually feels even more like a home than it already did. I like seeing you like this. You seem happier."

Soothed, you relaxed into his embrace. However, you both knew he also meant something else. Maybe Johnny had a point. You had never aspired to be a homemaker in any fashion. You had actually met Johnny when he was doing a piece for the campus paper on your activist coalition in college. Head shaved, hairy legs and armpits, no bra -- everything you could do to fight against the classic ideals of femininity you blindly fell into your whole life before then -- and Johnny had fallen madly in love with you. He called you "Tiger Lady" inspired by your favorite girl band and because of how feisty you were. Even now after college -- mostly grown out of your physical displays of rebellion but still favoring practicality -- Johnny still called you Tiger Lady. It didn't seem like Johnny wanted you to be some Stepford wife. In fact, it didn't seem like Johnny wanted that at all. He just wanted what he liked about those old ads -- a capable and pretty mate who put as much effort into her home as she did in herself. You liked to boast about your put-together life, including your mature and skilled partner. Wouldn't that mean Johnny wanted to as well? Learning to cook was a huge thing; of course Johnny was impressed. And, maybe, it fulfilled a little of that American dream he'd been coveting. Johnny thought you being happier with your looks and your skills also made you look more attractive. You suddenly felt lucky to have a partner like Johnny. Well, didn't an attentive partner deserve some attention in return? You set about a sneaky plan.

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Johnny came home on Friday evening to a bright apartment. For a moment, he wasn't sure it was his apartment. The place was spotless, for one thing. You both normally ran a tidy ship, but this was the cleanest it had ever been. For another thing, some furniture had appeared. In his favorite space by the bookcase, his rickety rocking chair had been replaced with a plush recliner. Next to the chair sat a tasteful side table with a lamp on it. He regarded the chair, curious as he set his bag down. He cautiously sat down, momentarily alarmed at how soft it was as he kicked up the footrest. He noticed a drink on the side table: a cold gin and tonic. He gladly tasted the drink, nearly coughing it up as you finally entered the room.

You smoothed out your dress. You had picked one out that matched your new apron and looked just like those housewives in the old ads, complete with petticoat and pearls. In fact, you had donned all the appropriate accessories, including a face full of makeup that took you an hour of video tutorials to finish. You were snapped and buttoned and pinned into place, your bobbed hair puffed up and sprayed. You had to admit looking this good felt incredible. Johnny was speechless as you approached, your high heels giving your hips a natural sway.

"Welcome home, honey." You cooed, leaning down to leave a red lip print on Johnny's astonished cheek. "Do you like your present?"

"Which one?" He replied incredulously as he set the cocktail down. His hands were immediately drawn to you, absently wrapping around your cinched waist and dragging you down to sit on his lap.

"The chair, silly. You work so hard, I thought you deserve an easy chair, so you can take it easy after a long day."

"'Easy' is certainly a word for it." Johnny fumbled for his glass, sharing a small laugh as you flashed your lacquered nails reaching for it and placing it in his hands. "Is everything alright?"

"More than alright," you soothed, "I just wanted to show some appreciation for you encouraging me to embrace change."

Johnny tentatively pet your meticulous hairstyle, his hand lingering as it traveled down your back. "Change isn't always a bad thing," he said matter-of-factly.

"Took me a second to recognize that. I don't feel like entirely the same person."

"Good!" Johnny laughed, "Can you imagine if we acted the same as we did three years ago? You're not a new person; you just changed a little. If you change the wallpaper, the house isn't new, it's just changed a little."

"I'm a house?" You smirked, bemused.

"You're a home. I can go anywhere with you and feel safe and welcome."

"So, I'm not new then?" You offered a sly smile as you shifted on Johnny's lap to face him more.

"Nah," Johnny insisted flippantly.

"But my dress is new--" you pouted, smoothing out the fabric.

"It is. It's very nice."

"-- and my apron is new--"

"I saw that. I was thinking of getting you a new one."

"-- and this is new." You slowly unsnapped the top three buttons of your dress, letting your it fall open to reveal the delicate bra and cincher underneath. Johnny's eyes shot wide, impressed at the amount of effort you’d made. He reached a wanting hand towards your displayed chest--

When the oven timer rang.

Johnny gawped as you buttoned back up, kissing him on the cheek again as you got up. He followed you dumbly into the kitchen, reeling as you whipped back around to face him.

"Hope it's alright if we skip straight to dessert," you grinned.

"I was wondering why you said it was okay to eat on the way home," Johnny smirked.

"Go ahead and sit at the dinner table and I'll be right there."

Johnny watched expectantly as you set a slice of piping hot apple pie in front of him, complete with a scoop of homemade vanilla ice cream. "No way," he laughed excitedly, "I was wondering when this was coming."

"About as American as it gets, honey," you winked. You gracefully sat on the edge of the table, legs crossed and gently tipping Johnny's chin up to look at you as you grabbed a spoon and scooped up a bite of pie. His eyes pored over you as your red lips closed around the spoon, savoring the texture and taste. "You feeling pretty manly today?" You asked softly as you picked up another scoop. Johnny stared right into you and let you feed him. His hands were balled up into distracted fists on the table as you grabbed another bite for yourself. Finally, he gave in, unable to hold back from you any longer.

Sliding the chair back, Johnny plucked the spoon out of your hand and set it on the table before hauling you back into his lap. He breathed hard as he cupped your face in his hands, his chest rising and falling as he tried to stay calm. "Before I get too distracted," he said, "this isn't actually a cry for help or anything is it?"

"You're too much sometimes," you laughed, "but thanks for checking. Don't worry, I just want to show off."

"Show me everything," he breathed as his lips crashed into yours, kissing you almost entirely too hard and more desperately than you'd previously imagined. This was almost surprisingly effective. You tugged on his necktie, making him grunt against you in sync with the throb felt through all your layers of undergarments. His fingers dug into your hips but traveled no further, really giving you a chance to take the lead. You unsnapped your top three buttons once again, bringing you right back to where you previously were. Johnny's Adam's apple bobbed as you softly slid off his knee and onto the floor between his legs. His eyes flitted to your shiny red nails as you worked his belt undone and dug his cock out from under his briefs. Johnny's breath caught in his throat as you slowly trailed your tongue up his entire length, your plump, ruby lips enclosing around the head and gently sucking. You looked up under your eyelashes as you heard him curse sharply under his breath. You moaned contently as Johnny gripped the chair, his whole body tensing as you bobbed the majority of his entire length into your throat. Throwing his head back, Johnny groaned. "Good god, honey," he laughed breathlessly, "are you kidding? You haven't sucked my dick like this in years."

"Oh, you want me to back off?" You smiled devilishly as you sat back on your heels.

"No-no-no-no-no-no-no-no," Johnny hurriedly grabbed your shoulders and guided you back, "it feels amazing, you feel amazing, please don't stop yet."

You sweetly leaned forward, kissing the tip before sucking him deep into your mouth and relishing his deep moans. It wasn't entirely clear how much longer you went, but your jaw just began to get tired as Johnny finally eased you off. "I can't finish like this," he panted, "I need more." You watched as Johnny stood up and pulled you to your feet before sitting you back on the edge of the dinner table.

"What are you going to do to me, darling?" You giggled as Johnny visibly shivered at the endearment.

"We’ll see. Show me what you're hiding under that dress," he smirked.

"Oh, it's nothing," you shrugged nonchalantly. You slowly slid the hem of your dress up over your knees, Johnny's hungry gaze following close behind as you pulled the dress up your thighs. Once the snaps of your garters came into view, Johnny cursed again. You giggled sweetly, enjoying yourself as you sat up to shimmy down your delicate, sheer panties that were sat on top of the suspenders for just this occasion. Your bare pussy fully on display, framed by your lacy garter and stockings, Johnny bit hard into his lip. He didn't even have to say it for you to know what he was marveling at: you were hardly ever hairless, but you'd really wanted to give it a try for this. "Do you think I'm wet enough?" You asked innocently.

Johnny was already knelt in front of you. "I guess I'll have to check." He dove into you, his tongue gliding over your velvety pussy as he hooked your thighs over his shoulders.

"How is it, darling?" You asked, gently peeling his head back from you.

"Perfect," he sighed, his eyes glazed over, "sweeter than your apple pie." Johnny rose from his knees, laughing gently at the demure blush that bloomed under the powder brushed across your cheeks. His hand was firmly stroking his erection, keeping him hard and ready before he pushed into you, both of you erupting into moans and clutching onto each other. He filled you, encased by your warm pussy. You squeezed your eyes shut in the pleasure shooting up through you, your hands grasping at his necktie and yanking him close. Johnny met you in another impassioned kiss, his tongue hot and pleading in your mouth. He reached a hand out to brazenly grope at your breasts in the intricate bra you wore, not daring to take it off and instead choosing to admire the display you laid out for him. You reclined on the dinner table that wobbled beneath you with each of Johnny's thrusts, your legs wrapping tight around his hips to hold him close.

Johnny's hand traveled from your breast up to your face, confidently smirking to himself as you instinctively poked your tongue out and pulled his passing thumb into your mouth. The hand traveled down to your neck, pausing momentarily to squeeze on your throat gently, almost affectionately, playing with your pearl necklace before tracing down your stomach and down further to your pussy. "You're so beautiful," he moaned. His thumb gently stroked your clit, pausing to revel in how you arched your back at his touch. He gazed down at you, hypnotized at the sight of you dressed up and disheveled on the table, laid out like a feast with your gorgeous outfit bunched up around your hips, your blushing pussy sheathing his cock as he stroked your trembling clit.

"You're so good, Johnny," you mewled, "please don't stop." You quietly and repeatedly begged, rolling your hips onto his erection and against his strumming thumb. "You're so good to me, darling," you prodded, "please make me cum." Johnny nodded, determined and concentrating as he touched you just the way he knew drove you wild. You attempted to hold back, suddenly very aware of the neighbors as you crashed into your orgasm, your squeaks and squeals still escaping practically unrestrained. Johnny smiled, content and proud as your climax continued to course through you. You knew he wouldn't last long -- he loved how much harder you throbbed around him after you came.

"This is so god-damned good," Johnny growled, the thin sheen of perspiration showing on his brow.

"It is," you whimpered, "and I need you to fill me up, Johnny." Johnny's hips stuttered, nearly pausing at your request. It was a rare one for sure. His eyes lit up, somehow even more aroused than he had been up until now. "Fill me up, darling," you begged sweetly. Johnny nodded fervently, grunting as he tried to hit the right pace with his fast approaching climax. His hands circled your waist, gripping you hard and pulling your spasming walls down tight around his erupting cock. He cried out, almost immediately doubling over on top of you as he filled you up.

He stayed like that for a couple minutes, letting his breath slow and enjoying how you affectionately stroked his hair. "Would you like help getting undressed?" He asked optimistically, murmuring against your neck. He rose, letting his soft cock slide out of you. He snatched a paper napkin from the table and quickly patted himself dry before shedding his clothes. He watched intently as you pulled off the apron and stepped out of your dress, his deft fingers immediately reaching out to help unclip your cincher, bra, and garters. He placed gentle kisses to the lines and indents the undergarments had pressed into your skin, making his way down to softly tug off your delicate stockings. You excused yourself to go run to the bathroom, savoring the feeling of the steaming hot shower in your afterglow.

You found Johnny reading in bed after your shower. He looked up, almost elated to see you in your usual sweats and messy bun as you crawled into bed. "Hey, Tiger Lady," he whispered into your hair as he pulled you close, "how're you feeling?"

"I'm feeling really good," you sighed, "I'm wondering what to make for dinner tomorrow."

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[randomoranges]

Perfect Cities

Vive 375

 May 17th, 2017

 Morning

Étienne sat up in bed, contemplating. Today was finally the day – his long awaited for birthday and he could only hope that it would be a spectacular day. It was strange, sitting here in this apartment, with modern day conveniences, when he thought back to how it had all started out, centuries ago.

 Beside him, a pretty woman with long auburn hair blinked grey eyes at him and he smiled warmly at her.

 “Good morning,” He greeted. She stifled a yawn behind her hand and rolled over, exposing her bare chest, tempting him.

  “’Morning.” She replied, shifting again until she had her face pressed up against his thigh. Étienne ran a hand through her hair and she sighed, getting comfortable. “You’re up early.”

 “In more ways than one.” He teased and she laughed, kissing the warm skin she found.

 “Couldn’t sleep again?”

 “Yeah. Got stuck thinking.” Étienne slid back down to be at level with her and she moved until her head was now resting in the crook of his neck. Étienne pressed their bodies close and placed a kiss to her scalp.

 “Hmm? About what?” She asked, drawing lazy circles on his chest.

 “Life. It’s my birthday today.” He replied calmly. The woman stilled and then sat up abruptly, covers falling off her shoulders, and looked down at him, her long hair cascading from the side of her body.

 “And you didn’t tell me?”

 Étienne laughed and pulled her on top of him, kissing the side of her jaw when she grumbled. “It wasn’t important.”

 “Maybe for you, but I think they’re worth being celebrated.” She said, jabbing a finger in his chest. Étienne squirmed and she continued, tickling his side. “Well, now that I know it’s your birthday, would you mind a little birthday present?” She murmured in his ear, placing one leg on either side of his body and eliciting a low groan from him in response.

 He had a faint idea where this was going and he already liked it. “Absolutely not.”

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 Étienne puttered around his kitchen, getting the bagels ready. He took out various spreads and placed them on the table, while he waited for his friend to join him. She emerged moments later, dressed in nothing but his shirt; sleeves rolled up to her elbows and the first few buttons undone, slowing off her cleavage, and a nice pair of light coloured, frilly lace panties that hugged the curve of her bottom just so. Étienne couldn’t help himself and took a moment to drink in the sight.

 “Don’t you look nice.” He placed the carafe of coffee on the table and pointed to the empty seat across from him.

 “Everyone deserves to have a special someone dressed in a pleasing way on their birthday.” She winked at him and sauntered off towards the table, taking a moment to look at the pictures displayed on the wall.

 “Then in that case, I’m glad it’s you.” He paused, taking a mug and filling it with coffee. “Milk, sugar?”

 “Both. Any plans for the day?” She took the mug from him and blew on the still hot beverage.

 “Yeah, meeting up with some friends, going out, wishing my sister a happy birthday as well; the usual.”He shrugged.

 “Your sister?”

 “She’s the one next to me in a few of the pictures you’re looking at. She’s the one with the glasses.”

 She looked at the pictures and shook her head. “You could have said she’s the one who looks like you. You look identical!”

 Étienne laughed and walked up behind her, placing his arms around her waist. “We’re twins. I guess it’s normal.”

 She turned around and smacked him lightly on the chest. “No shit Sherlock. But wow – she’s gorgeous! You both struck gold in the looks department. D’you think I could have her number? I would definitively like to get to know her better, if you know what I mean.”

 “I’m sorry,” He started, suppressing a laugh. “But my sister is not interested. She doesn’t swing that way – or any way – for that matter.” He added, imagining Élyse on a date or kissing someone. He laughed. He would have to tell her when he saw her later.

 “What a shame. Well, if she ever changes her mind, or wants to experiment, let me know, yeah?”

 “Okay, will do.”

 Before Lunch

Étienne leant against the wall with his back to it, observing the people walk by. If he closed his eyes, he could almost think that he was in a different place, what with the eclectic mix of languages that tickled his ears. Being in Little Italy always gave him that feeling.

 Ludovico, his long time friend, had texted him to let him know that he would visit this area of town before joining him and the others for the show tonight. Étienne had agreed to meet him on his way to City Hall to catch up for a bit.

 “Étienne, ciao bello, come stai?” He heard and opened his eyes to see the other man a few paces away, waving at him.

 “Bene, e tu?” He asked, greeting his friend with a kiss on both cheeks.

 “Bene, bene, I’m sorry I’m a little late. I got caught up at the bar. It’s good to see you haven’t completely lost the old way.”

 “Ah, well, you know, it’s not entirely up to me. My people decide whether or not they want their children to learn their mother tongues.”

 “I suppose, but it was nice to catch up with them. So tell me, how does it feel to have reached another milestone?” Ludovico asked him as they started walking about the busy streets of Little Italy.

 “Sometimes, I find it hard to believe I’ve made it this far.”

 Beside him, Ludovico laughed loudly, clapping him on the shoulder. “Wait until you reach my age! Then, you’ll really wonder and then we’ll talk. You are still young, Étienne, don’t be so cynical.”

 “And yet I find myself surrounded by all these young cities who call me old. It does a thing to a man’s head.” Étienne replied, a little dry. If he had a nickel for every time one of his peers had called him old – well, at least Samuel was older. He would always have that.

 “Never lose your sense of humour, my friend; it will help you when you are as old and wise as I am.”

 “Please, you mean old and senile.” He grinned and Ludovico rolled his eyes. This was what he liked about his friend – the easy banter and the counsel hidden behind it. It felt good to have someone to turn to who was older and who had seen things he could never even imagine. It reminded him that there was still good left in life and that he could always bounce back from whatever problem he was in.

 “So, do you have time for a coffee or are you already being whisked away somewhere else?” Ludovico asked, eyeing the sports bar across the street.

 “You mean you want brown coffee?!” Étienne asked incredulously, pretending to be surprised.

 “Please,” Ludovico said a pure look of disgust on his face. “None of that American garbage. I have it on good authority that there are still places that make good espresso in your city.”

 Étienne laughed, linking his arm with the other man’s. “You’re right. Let’s go, I can spare a few minutes for a good coffee.”

 Ludovico beamed as they crossed the street to the bar.

 Afternoon

After his little outing with Ludovico, Étienne had left his friend to mingle with the locals, as he made his way to the Old Port. It was an annual tradition that on his birthday, he would meet his current mayor at City Hall for an official, but very quaint, celebration. It usually involved cake and some formal picture taking and then he was left to do whatever he wanted to. Élyse always attended and it was nice to spend some time, just the two of them, before the chaotic mess his birthday normally turned into. And this one would be grander and even bigger than usual.  

 When he was done with the mayor and full from too much delicious cake, Étienne stepped out of City Hall and took a moment to observe the bustle of people going about. It was a good thing the renovations to the building had finished a few months back, for it would have been a shame to celebrate this special day with everything in a state of disrepair.

 After a full year of planning, his birthday had finally arrived and being here – in this particular area of the city – where it had all started for him – felt symbolic. From the steps of City Hall, he could see the dome of the first ever church built here, the buildings that had withstood fires and floods alike and that could keep up with him and his tales of the past, if they could talk.

 As much as Étienne loved walking around old Montréal and the old port, he also avoided doing it, always assaulted by the ghosts of his past and floored by how much things had changed and also hadn’t. Sometimes, when he walked through the quieter streets, he could almost convince himself that it was a different epoch where he hadn’t lost everything.

 It was disconcerting at best and a sobering experience. Scenes from his life flashed before his eyes – merchants selling their fares, children running, horse-drawn carriages bringing people from one place to the next. All gone now. Dead, really. They had been replaced, naturally, with other merchants and other children, but to think that so many of the people he had interacted with had died left him with a strange feeling of unease. He was still here. Evolving and changing – witnessing every little thing, while still here – much like the buildings.

 If walls could only talk, he wondered if they would have the same stories he did.

 There were placards on some of the buildings; mementos of what had happened before, letting the new generation know about the history of the place. On this day, such and such a thing happened and so on. But it was only a small fraction of everything else that had been forgotten, left out, or deemed unimportant.

 He remembered though, he had been here.

 Yet now there was an air of celebration in the city and he wasn’t here to reflect on lost opportunities or events of the past. The future was ahead of him and he could make whatever he wanted of it.

 Evening

Even though his citizens did not know what he really was , sitting in the Bell Centre with thousands of other people as well as most of his friends, while they watched comedians and singers alike pay homage to him – to the city – warmed his heart.

 The gags had sent him reeling, stomping his feet with tears in his eyes. The show had been a success and he was glad he had gone and that his friends had equally enjoyed it, momentarily forgetting some of his previous more grim reflections.

 From there, after the show, they had made their way to a nice club close by, which Étienne loved. It seemed everyone had been set on buying him drinks and Étienne hadn’t turned a single one down. Even the other patrons, who didn’t know him, ordered some drinks for him, when they found out that it was his birthday and Étienne honestly felt like a king. He had his closest friends here with him, having fun, enjoying the night, the music and the alcohol.

 He was tickled pink when one by one, his friends pulled him to the dance floor, making it a point to cause as much of a scene as possible, being ridiculous and over the top. Étienne had laughed as he spun from one pair of arms to the next and he hoped this feeling of being wanted and loved never ended.

 He had just spun out of Emma’s arms, laughing as he near stumbled along, when Edward stepped forward from the circle and easily caught him around the waist.

 “Well, hey there partner.” Edward pulled him close, grinning widely and speaking directly in his ear. Étienne shivered, feeling a jolt of electricity run through his body. Even after all these years, even when Étienne told himself that he was totally over Edward Murphy, being this close to him sent his body craving for what they once had. It was annoying, really.

 Luckily, he was in a good mood and didn’t feel like ruining it.

 Therefore, he grinned and draped his arms around Edward’s neck, dancing. “Well, hey there yourself, hot stuff. Haven’t seen you in these parts of town in a while. You sure know how to make a man feel lonely.” He pouted, moving his body against his friend’s. They looked at each other for a moment and then laughed it off, Edward spinning Étienne.

 “I’ve changed your rules, I’m afraid.”

 “And what a shame it’s been.” Étienne replied, smirking.

 “Your solution is simple, Maisonneuve; find yourself a special someone and you won’t find it so lonely.” Edward teased, his hands on Étienne’s hips. “Maybe even someone who can put up with your idiotic ideas.”

 Étienne pretended to look hurt and mock gasped. “But that’s no fun. Think of all the adventures I’d miss out on!”

 “And yet here you are, dancing with me.” It was a probing tease, one that Étienne was not sure how to take.

 “In case you haven’t noticed,” He started, poking Edward’s chest. “Everyone here has danced with yours truly, since, y’know, it’s my birthday and all.”

 Edward took Étienne’s finger and placed his friend’s hand back on his shoulder where it had been. “I have and I really wish you all the best.” He added, softer, putting the joking aside. Their gazes met once more, lights bouncing off Étienne’s glasses, reflecting shades of blues, greens and purples, as they slowed down a bit, before Étienne hugged Edward close, taking him by surprise.

 “I’m really glad you came to my party, Ed... it means a lot to me.” The words slightly stuck in his throat, he wanted to convey more – things he had kept to himself for far too long, emotions he knew were unwanted, but just like every other time, he struggled with his thoughts and didn’t want to ruin whatever it was that was going on between them now. It was too late anyways and he was relieved he could at least have Edward in his life as a friend.

 Edward brushed away a lock of Étienne’s hair from his face and tucked it back behind his ear. His hand lingered there for a moment, his touch soft and Étienne leant a little closer into it. “You know I wouldn’t have missed it for the world.”

 Étienne knew all of that, but hearing Edward say it made him smile just a bit wider. “Still... I’m glad. I know I wasn’t always easy to be around and I’m just – really grateful that we can be here like this.” Étienne admitted. He looked away from his friend for a moment and then looked back, catching a flicker of surprise in Edward’s eyes. “I don’t know if you realise it, but you’ve been at every one of my last major birthdays...” He trailed off, thankful that the lights weren’t too bright so that Edward couldn’t see his cheeks pink.

 “I did?”

 “Yeah... In ’67, for Expo, then in ’92 for the 350th, but really, from 1980 to the turn of the century... and now today.” He offered a shy smile and Edward was taken aback by the revelation, having never realised it before.

 “Well, I hope I’ll be there in twenty-five years.” He admitted truthfully.

 “Me too.”

 They continued dancing, absorbed in their little world, impervious to the others or the music that was playing. It felt nice, being like this with Edward without the heavy tension or the gut wrenching inadequacy he had felt for a while. For now, things were fine and he felt content.

 “You probably don’t remember, but –”

 “I made you a promise many years ago?” Edward offered, cutting him off.

 Étienne seemed surprised, but nodded.

 “Yeah, I remember. I know things have changed between us, but a promise is a promise.”

 “Are you sure Calvin won’t mind?” Étienne asked cautiously.

 “It’s just a kiss, Étienne. I’m not making out with you, I hope you understand.”

 Étienne nodded and remembered, years ago, when he and Edward were still new and the thrill of being together hadn’t settled yet, when Edward had made him the promise, half-drunk and half-high, that for as many years as he wanted, at every important milestone, and every other birthday, he would kiss Étienne. For close to twenty years, Étienne had gotten his birthday kiss from Edward, when they were in the same city (and somehow or other, it had happened more often than not) and for almost twenty others, he had gone without.

 “Happy birthday, Étienne.” Edward cupped his cheek, hand warm and solid against his skin, and tilted his face ever so, before brushing the softest of kisses to his lips. It was over before Étienne could properly react and he felt his heart thud wildly in his ribcage, fluttering.

 “To be honest, I wish your promise would have been a kiss for every decade...” He muttered.

 Edward gave him a sad smile and picked up the pace of their dancing. “I know.”

 Étienne looked at him, puzzled, but before he could give much thought to it, before he could even prod Edward for answers, his friend spun him one last time into the awaiting arms of his next friend who wanted to dance with him. He made himself a mental note to ask later, but as he twirled, laughed, and had another drink, the earlier moment slowly faded away.

 Night

When the club closed, Étienne led his friends to the last of the stops of the night. They walked to the waterfront, back to the place where it had all started, and they watched the now officially illuminated Pont Jacques Cartier twinkle merrily. The light show pulled oohs and aahs from every one of them and for another moment, Étienne forgot about the cost of the lighting up of the bridge, mesmerised by its beauty.

 They parked and draped themselves close by, half-leaning on railings or nearly passed out on benches, as they picked up previous conversations. Étienne watched his friends for a moment, before he made his way back to the ledge, further away, where his sister stood, observing the bridge, her own friends a few feet away.

 “Penny for your thoughts?” He asked, leaning beside her.

 She didn’t bother looking away from the sight before them, but she leant closer to his warmth as he circled his arm around her shoulders, her head a comforting weight against his chest.

 “The penny no longer exists.” She murmured, a smile tugging at her lips.

 “Nickel for your thoughts?” He offered instead, getting an actual laugh out of her.

 “It’s a great city we have, despite its flaws.”

 He squeezed her arm a little tighter and nodded.

 “I’m glad we get to celebrate this one together. Happy birthday, Étienne I hope we get to do this again.”

 “And to you, Élyse; you deserve the world.” He placed a soft kiss to the top of her head as they kept observing the lights dance on the water, telling their own story of what had transgressed in three-hundred-and-seventy-five years.

 FIN 43

 Started writing: April 24th 2017, 9:9am

Finished writing: April 24th 2017, 9:06pm

Started typing: May 8th 2017, 3:11pm

Finished typing: May 8th 2017, 7:17pm

[some-cookie-crumbz]

Yes lesbian!Kidge please 😍😍😍

Can I just say I’m so happy that so many people were interested in this self-indulgent little idea of mine??? It makes me so happy! x3

Also, this fic is based loosely in canon, somewhere between S7 and S8, since I started to write this out before S8 hit. Also, in regards to Female!Keith in this, I was vague so that the reader can view it however they’d like. If you want to read this as Cis Female Keith or Trans Girl Keith, you’re free to! x3

Keira Kogane had to have pissed off some cosmic force in herlifetime, with what she was facing in that moment.

"I don't see why you're making such a big deal aboutthis," She said, crossing her arms and glaring at the figure before her,poised over a large box filled with clothes. Off to the side, she saw Shiroleaning against a wall and skimming through a magazine, seeming quite contentto hand the reins over to another set of hands. She narrowed her eyes to flashhim a half-hearted glare.

Filthy traitor, leaving her to fend for herself against thewolf.

She perked up as the other hoisted himself up, hands settledon either side of the box, flashing her a chiding look with his bright blueeyes. "Because, my poor, misguided friend," He said before seeming tospot something in the box that he liked and diving back down, "a date is abig, big moment for a blossoming romance. And I can tell that your experienceregarding romance is... Well, let's just say it leaves a lot to be desired.Plus, gonna be honest, but your sense fashion could use a serious helpinghand." He pulled out a bright yellow and blue tube-style shirt and lookedat her with a bright grin.

She made a face and, with a small huff, he cast the shirtover his shoulder and resumed his searching. Feeling a bit braver, she walkedover and peered over his hunched form into the box, arms crossing on instinctover her chest. "What's wrong with the way I dress?”

"Have you lookedat your jacket recently? It's like a poorly constructed matador cape!" Helaughed, casting an incredulous look at her over his shoulder.

"It does not!" She snapped back.

“It totally does. Besides, it doesn’t fit you right anymoreanyway. You need to update your fashion sense as well as your ensemble. Getsomething that actually fits,” He retorted, tone dismissive.

"I really like my jacket. It's comfy and I can movereally well in it. Who cares if it isn't the height of fashion?" Sheasked, waving one hand in the arm as if to dismiss him in turn.

"Pidge will,"Lance sang back, the smug look on his face causing her to flinch back.

It hadn’t been something she’d been planning to do, really,despite how badly she wanted to. In the weeks following their last huge fightagainst the strange Robeast that showed up on Earth, the Paladins hadn’t seen awhole lot of each other. Or, rather, Keira hadn’t seen too much of the others.Galra contained a slightly elevated healing rate than humans and, due to herown heritage as a Halfling, she’d been cleared to leave the medical bay muchsooner than the others. And once she was cleared, Shiro and Commander Iversonhad scooped her up to help with this or that, as well as to give statements toEarth and coalition-based media outlets about the situation as it stood.

It was in this time that she stood back and examined things.In specific, an interesting conversation she’d had with Iverson about missedopportunities was what caused her to decide she needed to act. She’d spentplenty of time sitting on her hands, quietly wondering if she even stood achance if she were to put herself out there like that. After all, Pidge wasbasically living starlight; brilliant and vibrant and vivacious. She was loyaland intelligent and passionate. Oh, and how her eyes lit up when she gotrambling about her latest research project!

And then Keira was just… Well, she was just a mopey, lonelysort that got stuck being the leader of the most powerful weapon the universeshad to offer. She wasn’t the type of person that people like Pidge Gunderson,or Katie Holt or whoever she was took an interest in. But, when she’d dared tosay as much outloud, Commander Iverson had cast a curious glance at her. “Notlike you to give up without a fight, but it sounds like you’re ready to pullyour hat out of the ring before it even touches the dirt. Not as brave as Igave you credit for, huh?” He said, tone near wistful.

And Keira, a creature of pride and impulsiveness, hadstormed off to find the other young woman and ask her out.

She’d found Pidge by chance, heading to the hanger to checkon the Lions with Hunk. Hunk, dear sweetheart that he was, had sensed the moodand excused himself. Keira had stumbled through her words, barely managing toget it out that she wanted to go out with Pidge. Just the two of them. On adate. She’d been startled when the shorter girl had actually flushed and lookedaway, everything about the gesture coy and nearly painfully cute, beforelifting her head and nodding, still clearly embarrassed but also giddy.

“I’d love to,” She had breathed out, her voice a littlewispy. The two had agreed to a few days later, when they were to have a freeday to start milling about the rebuilt portions of town, and then parted. Asshe was heading back to her room, though, the reality of what she’d just donesettled in and she was faced with another challenge.

Which was how she’d ended up where she was in that moment,wincing as she shifted her weight from foot to foot. "Do... Do you reallythink so?" She asked quietly.

There was suddenly a hand on her shoulder, causing her tolook up at a smiling Shiro. "No, she won't. Lance is just beingLance," He said, calmly placing the shirt Lance had tossed aside back intothe box. Lance groaned and shoved the shirt aside as he riffled through andpulled out a neon orange spaghetti strap thing. He set that one down beside thebox; to offer to Allura or Romelle, Keira hoped. She then glanced back up ather mentor, taking his gentle squeeze as a way to get her attention. "Pidgewouldn't have agreed to the date if she didn't like you for you, Keira."She blinked then smiled, feeling a bit more reassured, as Shiro reached intothe box himself and pulled out a denim skirt. "Although I will concede,trying out a new outfit or two might be more worth it than you'rethinking."

"If I may also add, Shiro" Lance mused happily ashe turned to look at the two, "the outfit can help set the mood. I mean,you want to make it clear to Pidge that you're interested in her. It's why youasked her out in the first place, after all."

"Well, yeah," Keira said with a small scowl. Shethen cocked her head a bit. “But, shouldn’t the fact I specified it was a datebe enough to get the point across?”

“A date and a dateare two totally different things! You need to make sure to wear the rightattire to get the differentiation clear!”

Keira frowned and glanced up at Shiro. Ever helpful, hesimply shrugged and shook his head, as lost as she was. “O… Kay?” She trailed,turning her attention back to Lance.

"And you're the one who asked me for help on picking anoutfit, right?"

"Actually, you were eavesdropping when I was asking Shiro to help me. And then, as you'reprone to doing, decided that you just had to take over,"

"Eh. Tomato, tomatoe," He huffed, waving a handbefore grabbing a few items that he’d pulled to the edge of the box closest tohim. "Now let's see... Your usual color preferences are towards reds,blacks, and purples, from what I've seen. How do you feel about exploring andtrying out some other ones?"

She knelt down beside him, peering in curiously. "Aslong as you go with darker shades, I'm open to going a little bit farther outof my norm. Oh, but I'm not big on patterns" She said. Lance nodded,taking three of the items in his grasp and setting them at the other end of thebox. "And nothing that’s, like, super ruffly or frilly or has any kind ofglossy material to it. No dresses or skirts, either. Oh, and nothing toorevealing. Like, if I have to go with short sleeves, I’d rather have a coat orjacket or something to wear over it. And I'd really like to wear some boots. Ormaybe just my usual boots would be fine."

Lance dropped all the articles in his hand and let out along, drawn-out groan.

Keira shifted back a bit. "Or... I guess just whatlooks good?"

Shiro settled in on Lance’s other side and shook his head ashe started to look through the box as well. "No, Keira, this is good.You're the one going on the date, not Lance. You should like what you wear andhave final say on it,"

"Shiro's right. I just wish you were a little more...Diverse in style," Lance said, rummaging to the bottom of the box until hepulled out a pair of light blue denim shorts. "How about thesehigh-waisted shorts? Pair these off with some nice, dark colored leggings,maybe?” He prompted.

She reached out and gently took the shorts, holding them upto her hips. The looked like they’d fit just fine. "I like these,"She said, offering him a small smile as she settled them in her lap.

He whooped and pumped one fist in the air. "There wego! I'll take this little bit of progress!" He reached back in and pulledup a shirt, looking it over with his head tilted a bit. "So, I know yousaid no to patterns, but how do you feel about stripes?"

"Stripes are fine. I more just meant, like, floral oranimal prints," She elaborated, trying to get a glance at what he waslooking at.

He snorted as he pulled out a red and white striped shirtthat was knotted at the shoulders in lieu of proper sleeves. "Well Iwouldn't put you in those kinds of prints. It takes a very classy,sophisticated lady to rock those prints and you aren’t in that class by a long shot,"

"Rude," She hissed lowly.

"Not rude; honest. There's a difference," He said witha smug grin, holding the shirt up to her to make sure it would fit her alright.

She snatched the shirt from him and set it in her lap, aswell. “Kinda like the difference between a cargopilot and a fighter pilot,” Shesaid, waggling her eyebrows at him playfully.

Lance let out a faux-scandalized gasp, pressing one hand tohis chest. “Rude girl!”

She merely shrugged before leaning further into the box,spotting something that looked black and stretchy off to the side."Tomato, tomatoe,"

They both jumped in surprise when Shiro started busting uplaughing at the jab.

He blinked when they both stared at him, the tips of hisears turning pink. He then cleared his throat a bit. "What? You have toadmit that was pretty clever, Lance!"

The other hummed and turned his attention back to the box,his blue eyes mirthful as he continued his searching. "I'll take your wordfor it. Now, back on track, if we could?"

In the end, they found a pair of black leggings, as well asan oversized cardigan in a light grey. And, instead of boots, Keira agreed toswing for a pair of ankle-high converse-style sneakers. The sneakers clearlyweren’t name-brand, but they were surprisingly similar and comfortable to wear.Her hair was tugged back with nothing more but a simple red headband, whichfelt strange with how the little teeth gripped at her head. She normally justwore it back in a ponytail or let it loose. Lance had wanted to try and get herto accessorize further, but she’d opted into only wearing a modest silvernecklace with a heart charm at the end, a small topaz at the center.

It had been a gift from Krolia; the pendent one that Keira’sfather had given her before she left, so that she’d always have something toremember their daughter by.

She shifted a bit as she hovered by the small path that ledinto the city proper. It wasn’t much of a city anymore, admittedly, but it hada certain charm to it. Made her think of the kinds of elaborate villages Coranwould describe when Pidge and the others had played Monsters and Mana with hima handful of times. It reminded Keira, too, that she should ask about them allgetting together sometime to play. The idea of playing a game with the othersafter she’d been away from them for so long seemed kind of fun, and she’dalways been a bit of a sucker for fantasy-style worlds.

She’d never played a game like that before, but she figuredit wasn’t too hard to pick up. Besides, she was certain that Pidge would helpher figure things out, if it was that big of a struggle.

"Oh, wow, you look really pretty,” A voice gasped justa few feet away, snapping her from her musings. She must have looked surprised,see how immediately Pidge’s face was turning bright red and she held her handsup in an almost defensive manner. “I mean-! You always look pretty! You don'thave to try to look pretty but you look even prettier when you try! Oh, wait,that's not what I meant either!"

Keira blinked then giggled a bit, covering her mouth withone hand. "Hey, it's okay. I know what you mean. And thank you," Shesaid, cracking one eye to size Pidge up. Her outfit was a simply one, too; apair of dark blue capris, a sleeveless green top with a lightly ruffled edgealong the collar in white, and a pair of pale pink flats for an added splash ofcolor. The thing that really got Keira’s heart thrumming was how the blush onher cheeks made her freckles stand out even more. "You look super cute, bythe way."

She visibly relaxed at that, shoulders slacking a bit, butthe blush remained high up on her cheekbones. "Thank you," She saidbefore perking up and stepping a bit closer, so she was standing beside her."So, what's on the agenda?"

Keira smiled and gently led Pidge down the path, resistingthe urge to take her hand or offer her own arm. She didn’t want to be tooforward. "Well, I was mostly just thinking we could walk around, see how therebuild is going," She explained, glancing over at the canopy-coveredshops not far ahead. She knew most of what was here already from her check-inswith Shiro, but she knew Pidge hadn’t had the chance to come exploring justyet. She then offered Pidge a small smirk. "I may have also found arebuilt ice cream shop not too far from here, if we wanted to get some."

"For real?"Pidge gasped, eyes lighting up like the tail of a comet.

Keira nodded, having to swallow and compose herself a bit. "Yeah!I’ve been coming down here with Shiro since I’ve been cleared to leave the medicalbay, so we could do proper introductions with the coalition volunteers. Whilehe did that, I wandered off on my own a couple of times. They were almost donewhen I stopped by," She explained as they walked along. The paused for amoment at the first stall once they entered the shopping area proper, Pidgeleaning in to look at the alien ores laid out curiously. "They said theselection might be a little limited, though."

She sat back up and looked at her, still glowing at theprospect. "Pssh! Who cares? It's icecream!" She laughed happily. The darker haired woman could feel ablush creeping up to her own cheeks. It was ridiculously charming how riled upPidge was getting at the idea of something as simple as getting ice creamtogether. “Though, I suppose we do need to resolve one thing before we go anyfurther.” She said, tone suddenly somber, gaze at Keira expectantly.

She blinked a bit and cocked her head. “Uh.. Sure, what?”

“Rum raisin… Any thoughts?” Pidge asked.

Keira couldn’t help but make a face and stick her tongueout. “Ugh! Rum raisin is disgusting!”

“Thank you!” Pidge blurted, throwing her hands up in theair.

“Who in their rightmind was trying to defend rum raisin?”

“Matt! He was trying to claim that it ‘isn’t that bad’!Like, did all the space travel screw with his taste buds? I feel like I mighthave to disown him for this,” She said, using air quotes and flailing her handsabout as she spoke.

Keira snickered slightly. “I can’t believe Matthew Holt isfucking dead,” She mused.

Pidge let out a quiet yelp before bursting out laughing. “You’vebeen brushing up on memes! You’re so sweet!” She said, her smile turning tosomething a bit fonder.

Keira’s heart leapt in her chest as she watched Pidge’sexpressions shift, noticing for the first time that a few of the largerfreckles on her left cheek could be traced to form a miniature inversion of theLeo constellation, as if she’d been born with a marking of stardust to helpguide her to her fate.

Before they part ways later that evening, Keira makes sureto press a quick peck over the little mark, and delights in how theconstellation becomes more profound at the blush that crops up from the smallpeck.

[barbaras-mermaid-cove]

The Pumpkin Carriage - Leon and Siegfried

((Just a platonic story about the Schroeder brothers. Hope you like it. Also tw for some corporal punishment at the beginning.))

It was a beautiful spring day. Two brothers sat across from each other on a picnic bench in the park. The tall one, aged seventeen was named Siegfried. He had blue eyes and long straight pink hair that fell gracefully down his back. He wore a flamboyant purple business suit with a frilly pink tie, and black shoes. His brother, the small one, aged ten was named Leon. Leon had big brown eyes and long fuschia hair that he kept in a ponytail with a blue hairband. He wore a pastel yellow sweater vest over a light blue long sleeved button-down shirt, jean shorts, tall white socks and brown dress shoes. Siegfried adjusted himself on the picnic bench. Leon noticed and shifted around in his seat. Siegfried had decided to take his brother on a picnic to ease his troubled thoughts. He knew Leon regretted his part in sabotaging KaibaCorp. They'd both entered a contest for the world's best duelist (aside from the current champions, Yugi Moto and Seto Kaiba). Leon had climbed his way to the top easily, but in order to get into the tournament, he paid the price of agreeing to sabotage KaibaCorp and put a virus in its system. Siegfried had been desperate to gain media attention, and Leon was just desperate to get Siegfried's attention. It was an ugly situation that got defused by Yugi, who got to both brother's hearts and got them to see the light again. Siegfried had promised that from then on, he'd spend more time with Leon. They'd come home to the castle with the trophy Leon won, which was then kept in his room in a display case. Unfortunately not everyone was impressed. Their parents had watched the tournament and despised seeing what Leon had done. In fact, the reason the Schroeder brothers were at the park was because Siegfried needed to get Leon away from his parents. They were hopping mad about the sabotage and blamed Leon for it mostly. Siegfried remembered how he'd been asked to leave the room before they punished Leon. The spanking was brutal. He’d screamed so loud you could hear him from the other room. Siegfried’s heart broke. In contrast, all he’d gotten was a stern warning and a look of disappointment. After his parents had left, he’d walked into the room slowly, wincing as he saw the crumpled form of his brother on the bed, lying face down. “Leon…?” he said, walking over. He hesitantly rubbed his shoulder. He winced as Leon hissed. Siegfried had hoped Leon wouldn't hate him for this. He felt a sharp stabbing pain in his chest now. “Go away,” replied Leon. He sobbed some more, old tears still drying on his cheeks, and rolled to one side. With his left arm, he wiped his tears away. “I’m sorry, Leon.”   Leon didn’t respond. He just trembled a little. His breathing was too unsteady, it came quick, short, and fast. It was clear he was still in pain. Siegfried stood there awkwardly. What could he do to help? Affection didn't come naturally to him. All he knew was that Leon needed some time away from the people in the castle. "I'll be back. You rest for now." Leaving Leon to recover, Siegfried decided to do the dishes and clean the kitchen. His parents said he didn’t need to do that, but he knew that if he ever lived on his own and couldn’t afford servants he’d need to know the basic ways to take care of himself. Usually Leon would be there to help him, but Siegfried excused him this time. His poor brother had just had the best day of his life ruined; and all because of him. He'd won a trophy for crying out loud! But no, mom and dad had to blame him for essentially being manipulated by his big brother. Siegfried shook his head. The winner of the KC Grand Cup deserved more respect than this. A couple of hours later, after his work was done, he came back to Leon’s room. The boy was all cleaned up now. He’d washed his face and changed clothes. Seeing his brother, Leon piped up. “I’m ready to help you in the kitchen.” “Actually,” Siegfried said, “I already did your work for you.” He frowned, and ruffled the kid's hair softly. “Come on, Leon, let’s go to the park. We can talk some more about things there. You know, I meant it when I said I wanted to get to know you better at the Championship.” “Really?” Siegfried nodded. … The Schroeder brothers were now at the park, sitting at the picnic bench. Leon saw a beautiful large dandelion so he picked it and offered it to his brother. Siegfried blinked in confusion. “For me?” he said, tipping his head to one side. Leon nodded. “For you.” Siegfried smiled, and placed it in his hair, tucking it behind his ear. There was an awkward moment before he spoke. “Hey, Leon? I’ve been thinking… I feel bad about my part in using you for my evil plan at the Grand Championship. If there’s a gift you want, any gift at all, I’ll get it for you. I really want to make it up to you.” Leon’s face lit up. “Y-you mean it?” Siegfried nodded, smiling. He was expecting his brother to say something like, ‘Oh, all I want is to spend more time with you, dear brother! Your love is the best gift you could give me!’ Instead, he went star-eyed and looked more innocent and cute than usual, soft pink sparkles shining around him. “What I want is a real-life pumpkin carriage, just like Cinderella had!” Siegfried’s jaw dropped. “W-what?!” He leaned back a little too far on the bench, and toppled. Snapping out of it, Siegfried got up, brushing himself off. In a daze, he rubbed his head. “Did I hear right? You want a pumpkin carriage like Cinderella? A real pumpkin with carved out seats?” Leon walked over to his brother's aid, helping him up, and nodded. Well, who could resist those adorable doe-eyes? Siegfried hugged his brother, smiling softly. “Then I suppose I’m going to be commissioning one larger-than-life pumpkin carriage.” Leon hugged him back tightly, making a happy sound. "Mm." Siegfried supposed that could be counted as a thank you. … Months passed. It was a beautiful October day. Leon would have his pumpkin carriage at last. When it rode up to his castle, he could hardly believe it. “It’s here! Oh, thank you, brother! Thank you, thank you, thank you!” He ran downstairs to the bottom of the castle and out the front gate. The carriage rode up to him. He asked the driver if he could go inside, who nodded and smiled knowingly. So this was the boy who'd wanted the carriage. Leon opened the door. The smell of pumpkin wafted out; a delightful smell, at least for him. He sat in the middle of the seat which was made of plastic. Siegfried had ordered it that way so no one who wanted to ride would get their clothes wet. "Where to, Master Leon?" asked the driver. Pointing to the left of the castle, Leon smiled. "In that direction! Quickly, we must get to the ball!" The driver raised an eyebrow, until he saw Leon was joking. He was simply pretending to be Cinderella. They went for a short ride along their property before riding back to the castle. When the carriage came to a halt Leon stepped outside the carriage. He gave the horses some carrot sticks he’d been carrying in his pocket as a thank you for doing a good job. "Take good care of them, and give them a nice dinner. They were wonderful." Leon petted the horses, looking up at them sympathetically. He heard a voice behind him chuckle. "I take it you are satisfied?" He turned around to see Siegfried. “This is the best gift ever! Thank you!” Siegfried smiled. “Anything for my little brother.” He lifted Leon up into his arms and hugged him. “Hey, later, do you want to go for a carriage ride with me?” Leon asked. “Sure!” ... The next day, Leon took his brother to the pumpkin carriage. Helping his much taller brother in was a bit difficult. The poor soul was nervous the pumpkin would break under his weight. Finally, they got settled in. The driver gave the command and the horses took off. Immediately Siegfried realized this was a bad idea. He felt sick at the smell of pumpkin, and on more than one occasion, the ride was bumpy. When they were almost finished the ride, Siegfried had to get out and lose his lunch behind a bush. It had been the last rest stop, before they came back to the castle. When he came back to the carriage, Leon apologized. “I’m sorry my gift made you sick, Siegfried.” “It’s alright, Leon. As long as you’re happy, I’m happy.” He forced a smile, and put a finger on Leon's cheek to make him smile. They rode in silence until they got back to the castle. Siegfried felt relieved to get out of there. He hated the smell of pumpkin now. It was just too much. He watched Leon get out next, looking at him apologetically. He half-smiled at him. … Leon lay awake at night. Something was bothering him. Slowly, he got out of bed and went to his brother’s room. Gingerly, he knocked at the door. Siegfried’s voice was light and sleepy as he responded. “Come in.” Leon obeyed. He walked up to his brother’s bed. “Siegfried, can I talk to you?” “Can it wait until morning?” Siegfried still had his eyes closed, and waved his hand dismissively. “You never have time in the morning and that’s the point.” Siegfried sighed. He got up, wrapped his brother in a hug, pulled him into bed, and laid the blanket down over them both. This was his plan: hoping his body heat would be warm enough and Leon would sleep. Leon was more tired than he thought and the added warmth of his brother didn’t help. He yawned, and before he knew it, dozed off. ‘Yes!' Siegfried thought, smiling into his pillow. ‘Victory!’ … In the morning, Siegfried got up and shook his brother awake. “So what was it you wanted to tell me, Leon?” Leon was still doozy. “Huh? Oh! Um…” “Can’t remember?” Siegfried smirked. Leon protested, and said he did. As he woke up the thought became coherent again. “Actually, Siegfried, I wanted to tell you something. We haven’t been spending all that much time together anymore. And ever since the Grand Championship, that’s what we promised Yugi: that we’d spend more time together.” Siegfried blinked. He’d been spending so much time at the office that he didn’t realize he might have been neglecting Leon once again. “I’m sorry, Leon. How about I take all of this week off and we’ll spend more time together. We can even go for a ride in your pumpkin carriage.” He couldn't help but grimace at the thought of that horrid stench. Leon giggled. That was sweet of him; to sacrifice himself like that. “You don’t have to do that,” Leon said. “But how about we have a picnic or something?” "Sounds nice." Siegfried said. Hmm... Maybe he'd try that thing the cool kids were doing these days. They called it a fistbump. He made a soft fist and held it in front of his brother. He was still new to this whole thing, but when Leon bumped his own fist against it, Siegfried smiled. “Good idea. I was thinking we could play the piano together first though. Last one there's a rotten egg!” Leon giggled childishly. He threw the blanket off himself and raced through the castle to the dining hall with the piano. Siegfried ran after him, eager to get to play as well. Leon flew through the castle. It was close, but he made it to the piano first. He sat down on the bench and began to play. The song was a classical Beethoven piece he’d been working so hard on. Then Siegfried joined him and started playing the tune of 'Did you ever see a Lassie,' except he sang the words, “Leon is a plum-face, a plum-face, a plum-face! Oh, Leon is a plum-face; a plum-face is he! (A plum-face, a plum-face! A plum-face, a plum-face!) Oh Leon is a plum-face; a plum-face is he!” "Hey!" Leon cried. He pushed Siegfried off the bench and started playing the same tune, except he sang in retaliation. Leon played and sang, “Siegfried is a prune-face, a prune-face, a prune-face! Oh, Siegfried is a prune-face; a prune-face is he! (A prune-face, a prune-face! A prune-face, a prune-face!) Oh Siegfried is a prune-face; a prune-face is he!” "I'm seventeen, Leon!! I am in no way a prune-face!" Siegfried felt offended, but at the same time was amused and relieved that they were finally close enough to exchange sibling-insults. When he finished playing, they were both smiling.   'You know,' Leon thought to himself. 'Someday my pumpkin carriage will go bad. But the bond with my brother will last forever. I should treasure these moments.' He looked up at Siegfried. "This was fun! Thanks for spending the week with me. We should do this more often." “Of course, Leon. I never meant to neglect you.” He scooped him up and let him ride on his shoulders. Of course, Leon being heavier than he remembered, Siegfried took him to the couch and set him down, plopping down beside him afterwards. Leon saw a fairytale book by the desk. He blushed, and looked away. Then he thought, 'my brother is used to me being a fan of fairy tales, why would he judge me?' He grabbed the book off the table and showed him. “I know it’s a little silly, but could you read me one of these?” Siegfried held the book in his hands curiously. He thumbed through it. Smiling at the beautifully painted pictures, he decided to start at the beginning. He opened the book to the first page. “’Little Red Riding Hood.’ Sounds interesting!” As Siegfried read the story, he realized he was actually invested. The wolf dressed up as the grandmother! He hadn't expected that! He was even more shocked than Leon at the turn of events. When he finished, he realized he was looking forward to reading more of the collection. When Leon fell asleep on the couch leaning on him, Siegfried helped himself to the rest of the book. Hey, this way he’d be able to emote properly at the right parts when he read it to Leon! The End.     

[thelunarbond]

1, 5, 8, 13, and 27 for everyone? (for 13 have their best friend dressing them up please)

1) Their favourite outfit

Yume: A nebula pattern crop top, holographic skater skirt and thigh high black socks, and purple shiny platform shoes (because he’s insecure about his height). Sometimes he’ll also wear an acid wash denim jacket thats covered in pins, patches and buttons

Chase: A white button up shirt with a sweater vest or cardigan, worn with grey jeans and brown brogues. He’ll sometimes add a plain tie to the look as well. Chase loves to dress formally 

Lavender: A pastel pink, frilly lolita dress with a cat print, knee high socks and pastel pink high heels. She’ll finish the look with a big pink ribbon in her hair, face glitter and a cat shaped purse

Minami: A sparkly bralette with a black mesh long sleeved shirt, paired with a black skirt, fishnets and sparkly sneakers. Despite this being her favourite outfit, she doesn’t wear it often as she feels she doesn’t look good in it

Alexis: her dragon kigurumi, as it’s functional and she can also sleep in it without needing a blanket. Also because dragons are cool. It’s the second most common thing to see Alexis wearing

Phoenix: A massively oversized light pink hoodie that has red ribbon down the sleeves and goes down to just above his knees, a pair of ripped black skinny jeans and white sneakers. Depending on whether or not he’s reading, he’ll wear a pair of circular reading glasses. Phoenix optimises being comfortable but still wants to appear vaguely presentable if he goes out in public

5) A Sharp Suit

Yume: Looks like a normal suit but is probably in a wacky colour such as neon green or bright orange. Wears a bow tie that’s got some kind of pattern on it or is sparkly. Watch out for when he walks past, you’re gonna need sunglasses

Chase: A typical suit. Black jacket, vest, white shirt, black tie, the works. Probably pushes his hair back as well to complete the look. Despite wearing a normal suit, he’s still very eye catching

Lavender: Would hate wearing a suit as she doesn’t like wearing trousers. She’d insist that it had to be in a pastel colour, such as blue or pink. Would wear a bow tie that matches the jacket and pastel coloured brogues. Would spend the whole time complaining that she looks ugly

Minami: Definitely a sunshine yellow suit, with a yellow hat and yellow eyepatch to match. Would probably wear a bow tie. Wears her hair into two braids. Despite it being something she’d never wear, she looks really good in it

Alexis: A velvet, dark green suit jacket, white shirt and black tie, and dark green velvet trousers. She’d never admit it, but she feels good wearing a suit and highkey wouldn’t want to take it off as it makes her feel sophisticated and important

Phoenix: A patterned suit jacket with a shirt that matches the accent colour, and no tie. Wears trousers that match the pattern on the jacket. Like Chase, he’d probably also push his hair back and may wear his reading glasses. He looks like a whole different person

8) Red Carpet Event

Yume: Definitely wearing a dress. Not just a pretty red carpet gown either, but a eye catching, bright yet tasteful dress. Would probably be covered in fake birds or something like that. Has his nails done to match the dress and would wear heels

Chase: Probably the sharp suit mentioned before. If not, a suit made by an extremely expensive designer label that would make him brag about his looks 10 times more than he does already

Lavender: A huge, pastel pink gown that’s covered in rhinestones and sparkles. Also has little diamonds in her hair and sparkly face makeup. Definitely wears heels that are too tall so she can barely walk

Minami: A sunshine yellow knee high dress and yellow heels. The dress would definitely have a fluffy skirt and be covered in sparkles. Has a sparkly yellow eyepatch to match 

Alexis: Good luck getting her to a red carpet event, but if she were to go to one she’d wear a dark green slightly shiny suit with a black tie and black shoes. Would probably also wear a smoky makeup look

Phoenix: Probably the patterned sharp suit mentioned before, or a baby blue suit with white shoes

13) Dressed by Another OC (Their Best Friend)

Yume, dressed by Chase: A grey blazer, white button up shirt without the top button done up, grey slacks and black shoes. Would also push his hair back. Chase hates to admit it, but Yume looks really good dressed like that

Chase, dressed by Yume: A mesh shirt and high waisted denim shorts, with high-top sneakers and pulled up sports socks. Would also put cute hairclips in his hair and cover his face in glitter. Chase is highly embarrassed but Yume loves every second of it

Lavender, dressed by [NAME REDACTED]: A trendy, sporty crop top and a pleated dark purple skirt, along with thigh high socks and platform sneakers. Would also do a dark makeup look on her and put her hair in one big side braid, as well as putting a stretchy headband on her. Lavender would love the refreshing look (her best friend’s name is redacted as I haven’t introduced her yet :3c)

Minami, dressed by Phoenix: A cosy, mustard yellow cardigan with long sleeves, a statement t-shirt tucked into a denim skirt and a pair of boots, as well as a mustard yellow eyepatch. Minami is surprised by Phoenix’s taste in clothes and feels really good in the outfit, but she’d have to do her own hair and makeup because he has no idea how to do any of that stuff (and he’s too embarrassed to get that close to Minami) 

Alexis, dressed by [NAME REDACTED]: She wouldn’t want to put Alexis in clothes that she’s too uncomfortable in, so it’d probably be a baseball top and skinny jeans with plimsolls. Would probably also do her hair and put black stud earrings in her ears. Alexis feels like a different person in this outfit, however it’s too uncomfortable to wear all the time (Alexis’ best friend is her girlfriend, but I don’t want to say who that is for spoiler reasons and because I haven’t introduced her yet)

Phoenix, dressed by Minami: A long sleeve, vaporwave-esque shirt tucked into a pair of high waisted light blue jeans and black boots. She’d also restyle his hair so his bangs are pulled back and would put his reading glasses on him, as well as painting his nails black and putting earrings on him. He’s embarrassed to have Minami so close to him for such an extended period of time, but it makes her happy so he’s happy in the end

27) Their Current Outfit

Yume: A ¾ length sleeve sports jersey which is tucked into a black skater skirt, which he wears with thigh high socks and sneakers. He also wears a red-brown scarf and a dog tag necklace. His nails are painted dark blue with a sparkly topcoat, and he wears dark blue stud earrings and has an eyebrow piercing

Chase: A white button up shirt and tie, black slacks and brown brogues. He’ll sometimes wear a grey suit vest with it as well. His formal appearance makes him seem threatening to those who first meet him

Lavender: A pink blouse with a peter pan collar with a frilly white suspender skirt that has pink trim, as well as knee high pink and white striped socks and pink pumps. In her hair she wears a lot of pink and white bows, on her hands she has lots of plastic pink rings and pastel pink nails covered in rhinestones and sparkles. She also wears white pom pom earrings

Minami: A yellow, short sleeved t-shirt, light blue high waisted mom jeans and white sneakers. She’ll also wear a grey oversized cardigan when it’s cold. Around her neck she wears a necklace with a small key on it. Her eyepatches change daily, but her favourite is a pink one that has four red hearts on it and a frilly ribbon to tie it up with

Alexis: A vest shirt that has some kind of nerdy reference on it (e.g. lvl up!) with a pair of fleecy jogging bottoms and fuzzy slipper socks. She wears some variant of this outfit every day unless she’s wearing the dragon kigurumi mentioned before. Alexis also wears basic stud earrings and a septum ring on occasion

Phoenix: A light blue zip up hoodie that is unzipped, a white button up shirt and black ripped skinny jeans, along with a pair of beaten up old sneakers. He also wears a pair of basic silver stud earrings and an ear cuff on his right ear. Occasionally he’ll have his nails painted black by either Yume or Lavender as they like the way he looks with painted nails. Sometimes he’ll also be wearing his circular reading glasses if he’s reading or if he’s been reading and forgotten to take them off

[ask-anti-cosmo]

Anti-Cosmo X reader my dear pet part 2

You were sitting in your room, feeling very confused as you were just teleported there by Anti-Cosmo right as he was getting in a fight with a little bald red-eyed Anti-fairy. You sighed and laid down on your bed. Why was Anti-Cosmo being so nice all of a sudden? Honestly it just worried you….

You heard Anti-Cosmo enter and you quickly stood up from fear. He simply walked over to you and wrapped a tap measure around your waist.

“W…what are you trying to do?” You asked worriedly.

“Take your measurements.” He shrugged.

“For my coffin…?”

“No silly, I want to make you a dress.” He chuckled, making you blink at him.

“W-what? Y-you’re being nice?” You asked confusedly as he measured your hips, making you blush a little.

“I’ve decided to go to a party, down on earth its October, and a very rich man and woman are throwing a lovely costume party~”

“You’re taking me to a ball…?” You asked, feeling slightly excited. Other than the walk earlier, he had never taken you anywhere since you got there.

“Why not?” He grinned and gently wrapped the tape measure around your chest, making you blush more.

“Y-you just never take me anywhere…”

“I can have some fun~” He chuckled and got up, taking out his wand. He waved it and your clothes were replaced with a regular boring black dress. “Here we go, let start with the sleeves.” He smiled and made the sleeves long and slim, but had them flow out at the end with dark blue lace here and there.

You smiled at how pretty they were and then the skirt of the dress lowered into a mermaid style, and the fin part spread long on your left and super short on the right, making you blush a little. Blue ribbons laced up like a corset on each of your sides, and blue lace lined the collar.

“There.” Anti-cosmo grinned then frowned. “Hmm, something’s missing…”

“Stockings maybe…?” you said hopefully, feeling bare with your legs being displayed.

“No that’s not it, but I like the suggestion.” He grinned and made some appeared, but had the garter strap on the high side visible.

“T-that’s not what I meant!” You blushed and tried to hide it.

“Ah! I’ve got it!” He grinned and slide your sleeves off your shoulders.

“A-Anti-Cosmo…” You whispered embarrassedly before realizing what he was doing. He was putting your neck scars on display. “I-I don’t want to show these off!”

“But I do! It shows you’re mine!” He grinned. “Be happy! You’re beautiful!”

“That’s the last thing I ever expected to hear from you…” You huffed.

“Any how…” He poofed up a tall mirror for you. “Time for the final touches.”

“Final touches??”

“Cinderella didn’t go to the ball wearing only a dress you know.” He chuckled and waved his wand at your feet, making comfortable black heeled shoes appear. They looked like they were made of obsidian.

“Oh…” you said as you covered your mouth in astonishment.

Your ears got heavy with earrings similar to the one in Anti-Cosmo’s left ear. And a small black gemmed tiara appeared in your hair that was going up into a bun. Light make-up graced your face and you felt entirely new looking at yourself in the mirror.

“There, perfect for my little princess of misfortune~” He grinned

“T…thank you Anti-Cosmo…” You said quietly.

“You’re very welcome my dear~” He grinned and took your hand, kissing it. “Shall we then?” He grinned, swishing his hand to make a cape appear on his shoulders.

“O-okay…” You nodded, and you soon found yourself in front of a great house. People were flowing in and they were all dressed as if they were prepping for the red carpet. A Halloween styled red carpet.

Anti-Cosmo lead you inside to the grand hall, filled with people dancing and tables where food could be served. Halloween decorations covered the walls and stairs everywhere. “Absolutely wonderful~” Anti-Cosmo grinned.

“How did you get invited here…?”

“I know the owner.” He grinned. “Ah, speaking of, there’s my little porcelain doll herself~” He said, pointing to a woman who indeed looked like a doll, with platinum ringlets and a pastel frilly dress with a high collar. “Come, let’s go say hello~”

You agreed curiously and you two walked over to where the lady and her Dracula dressed husband stood. She was smiling at everyone till you two approached. She flinched at the sight and just stared with a look of fear as you two approached.

“Hello again my dear.” He grinned at her, making her flinch. She must have been one of his past victims, which actually gave you hope that he’d someday let you go.

“H-hello again….” She said softly. “How are you doing?”

“I am doing quite well.” He grinned and held you close. “As you can see…”

“I do see…” She nodded and looked at you sympathetically. “I hope you enjoy yourselves.”

“We will!” He grinned and took you into the crowd to dance. You began to feel conscious about your scars and the skin the dress showed off, making you blush as some men would leer at you. Especially when Anti-Cosmo would spin you, and your dress would flare open.

Anti-Cosmo leaned close to your ear. “If any other man dare touch you, tell me and I will bring the wrath of Hell upon him.” He whispered, making you shudder, but also somehow made you feel safer.

“Thank you…” You whispered back. “C-can I go get some food…?”

“Yes of course.” He smiled.

“Anti-Cosmo…why are you being nice to me all of a sudden?” You asked.

“Go and get your snacks love.” He told you, ignoring your question. You sighed and went to the table to get something to eat.

“Hello…” A familiar voice said. You turned to see the Doll Woman Anti-Cosmo talked to earlier.

“Hi…” You said back shyly. “So uh...I assume you know what I’m going through?”

“Well enough…” She nodded. “When I was much younger, my family was a mess and reporters constantly wanted to prove it. But because I fed Anti-Cosmo, he was able to keep their secrets safe…”

“I see…” You nodded. “When did he let you go?”

“Let me go? I sent him away, He appeared in my house one day and promised me wishes for blood. I wanted my family to appear normal and perfect so I accepted. One day I had enough and told him to leave and never return.”

You blinked in astonishment. Will He leave you alone should you ask? You’ve never gotten a wish from him, so does that mean he owes you? He has taken blood from you almost constantly since he took you two and a half years ago.

“So what about you?” She asked.

“Um…he saved me from a sexual assault from a student at school…”

“Oh wow, wonder why, usually unless you as he waits till after the misfortune to approach you.” She chuckled lightly. “I’m sorry…time with him messed me up a little…”

“I can understand why…” You sighed and saw the Anti-Fairy call to you. “Gotta go…”

“Good luck.” She smiled.

“Like there’s a chance of that happening…” You mumbled softly as you went back to your master.

“There you are love~” He grinned and held your hands. His grin wasn’t his usual cocking look that made your stomach turn, it was more loving and happy. It made you smile back at him without realizing it.

You were too distracted by the kind green eyes looking in yours to notice the drunk man behind you that came over and groped your bottom roughly with both hands, making you squeal with surprise and embarrassment.

The next thing you knew, was Anti-Cosmo’s angry eyes burning with hatred at the man who touched you. To your great surprise though, he simply swatted the man’s hand away and pulled you closer to him.

“Keep your filthy hands to yourself sir!” He spat and walked you away.

“Wow…you handled that really well.” You said. “I thought you’d kill him…”

“I basically did.” He shrugged.

“What?” You blinked and looked back at the perv.

“Let’s just say, he going to find a cancerous lump downstairs.” He said subtly. “If he’s lucky, they’ll find it in time and he won’t die…He’ll definitely lose something reguardless.”

“Oooh….” You winced.

“Why don’t we head back home then?” He smiled.

"Right…home…” You mumbled.

“Yes, it’s your home too.” He told you gently.

“It’s my prison…and I think you own me some wishes!” You huffed at him, making him blink in surprise. “From all the blood you’ve taken from me! You did the Doll girl!” He then smiled his nice smile again.

“I supposed you’re right, but there are some wishes I will not grant.”

“Fine…” You grunted.

“So what is it you wish?” He grinned.

“I can guess you don’t want me escaping or anything, so those are probably out of the question…” You sighed. “Alright, I want either these scars from you gone, or covered!” You huffed.

He frowned slightly at that but sighed and waved his wand, wrapping a blue scarf around your neck. “There….”

“Thank you…”

He smiled at your thanks and kissed your cheek. “Let’s go…”

You agreed and followed him to the back where you both disappeared into your room. “I wish my room looked less like a dungeon…” you frowned.

“What would you like it to look like?” Anti-Cosmo asked.

You stared at him a minute. “Like a bedroom.” You said sarcastically.

“Boring, but fine.” He sighed and made it look like the room of a teenage girl. A very girly teenager, but at this point you were happy with anything. Even the pink walls and boy band posters. The vanity was super nice at least.

“Thank you…” You smiled happily. “Anti-Cosmo…Why are you being so nice to me?” You asked again.

“Come now dear, time for bed.” He said, avoiding the question again. He waved his wand and you found yourself in nothing but a night gown and underwear. The night gown was black, short-ish with soft mesh-like fabric over the black silk inside layer and spaghetti straps.

You blushed and tried to cover your legs before taking a breath. “Please stop avoiding the question.” You said bravely.

He paused a second before sighing.” I’m avoiding because I don’t know the answer myself…”

You blinked surprised but smiled at him softly. “Well…either way, thank you. It was a nice evening.”

He smiled back at you and kissed your head before leaving the room.

You sighed happily and flopped on the bed. He’s been so nice to you today! It’s made you feel so happy that he’s even trying! You got under the nice cover’s and felt yourself drift into the best sleep you’ve had in years. You were completely unaware of the red eyes that watched you.

[humanscandrivestick]

E.Q.--Early Water: A Halloween Special

Apologies on 2 fronts: 1) that this is a few hours late for the countdown, since I was working on it all day between actual work, and 2) its the first E.Q. story in MONTHS since The Lift.  ;.; I swear to get back at it guys.  I promise.

Taking place in the Side A part of the story (a first!), this halloween story takes place after album 2, and includes my favorite character Quentin for once XD.  It also has some minor sexy parts so maybe nsfw just in case.  Inspired by the Michael Hoenig & Manuel Göttsching song, of the same title: Early Water. Enjoy!

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"I wouldn't say its an urban legend, if it has good eyewitnesses," Pollex said, leaning back in his chair.  He raised an eyebrow at his open chat screen at Django.  "If, that is, you have some." "Eyewitnesses?  Hell, old friend, I've been there."  The older man, taking off his trademarked fedora, ran a hand through his sandy colored hair.  Today's outfit was a navy colored button up shirt with grey pinstripes, and navy colored slacks.  The usual contrast from Pollex's usual all-white attire, with light accents of lavender. The man in white sat up slowly, a look of puzzled concern on his face.  "You've...been there?  Are you mad?  You don't know what else could have happened!" "I'm not the sort of man who sends his men into unknown territory, you know that."  Django sighed and leaned back in his chair, a hand across his eyes.  "In any case...the rumors are true.  That place...is....  Its quite dangerous if word got out more." "Indeed.  The young and adventurous often seek out higher highs than they're prepared for.  I've already got the Suits and Hoover working the acid wave that's hitting recently, but no bites there." "You think they're related?" "I don't believe so.  From your description, there isn't even the inkling of music.  Is there?" He frowned in recollection.  "Something's going on there.  Definitely infrasound first, because you're getting nausea in the first part of the place.  But if there was music...I don't rightly recall it.  I'm sure there was.  I can't think of anything logical that would cause me to see my late wives so vividly." Pollex frowned harder.  "You saw your wives..??" Django sat up and gave him a long pained look.  His eyes were the color of watered down aquamarines. "I don't believe in ghosts." "Nor I." "But I did see them, Pollex.  I.... I held Mary in my arms....I could hear Lora's voice.  This was...so real on every level, Pollex.  If they weren't ghosts, they were one hell of an illusion.  One hell of one.  I'm thankful I had enough of my senses to take off and leave.  Because if you were me....you wouldn't have believed they'd been dead for over 15 years."

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Bass was on the floor of the music room, laid out on his back, smoking as he listened to Quentin and Treble play on some synths he'd whipped up on a building lark.  He'd had the pieces lying around and wanted to see how much of a machine he could get out of them.   Though the pair had spent most of their time mildly bickering over style choices and instruments, it'd been quite a pleasant, Ocotber afternoon.  Treble was dressed lightly, jeans, blue converses, a light blue shirt and dark blue jacket.  Bass stared at the ceiling lazily, wearing black denim jeans, orange high top converses with yellow laces (his candycorns, as he called them), and a long sleeved black shirt with red sleeves, sliced at the shoulder to expose them.  Something halfway between summer wear and fall wear, but Bass was a Cali boy and he needed the transitional wear more than most.  Quentin had similar colors in his outfit; a red and white hoodie with black sleeves, brown trousers and a pair of red sneakers, matching the color of his hair. "You know," he trailed off as he took a drag.  Treble and Quentin glanced over from their bickering.  "You guys sound like a married couple." Quentin went pink nearly immediately, but Treble rewarded him with a withering look and pushed his glasses up his nose.   "Oh please," scoffed Treble as he unplugged the synth to test another piece of machinery.  "I'd sooner swallow my tongue." Quentin gave him a matching look.  "Gee, love you too, darling." Bass laughed.  "We used to snip like that when we first started dating." "As if you actually remember that time period," Treble said coolly.  Had anyone else mentioned Bass' memory loss--particularly that part of his life--Bass would have clocked him clear across the room.  But from Treble, he only gave him another chuckle and drag from the cigarette, blowing a thin trail of smoke. Fade came in, plainly dressed because she had been working on Bass' side car to his motorcycle, wearing black tights beneath a long sleeved gray t-shirt dress that ended at her mid thigh, and white sneakers.  It still had her usual touches, in that the cuffs and bottom hem had a trim of faded cream lace, and her neck ribbons were of a silken, silvery gray.  She also had a kind of frilly, laced maid headband on, like a french maid, only it was adorned with a single black bat. Bass gave her a lazy wave.  "Ey, Babydoll.  How goes my second baby?" Her hands signed, and Treble had to look up because Bass was one of the few people he knew who didn't understand a lot of sign language.  Your springs need replacing soon, but the oil is topped off.  He repeated her verbally and Bass nodded. "Yeah, sounds about right.  How 'bout my Lady?" He meant his kneeling racer, the RS80 Elegant Lady, a non-street legal kneeling bike with a side attachment made for sidecarcross or sidehacking.  The 2 of them had been planning on installing lights for night riding, and refitting the sidecar portion to be a little more safer for riders other than Treble.  It was a personal pet project ever since Bass scored half the engine and the frame from a junker months ago. To Bass, it was his ultimate plaything, besides the frankensynths he was wont to making on whims.  To everyone else, it was a deathtrap to everyone but Treble and Bass. We're going to need to hack the frame to fit the components for the lights.  The brakes need a ton of work. "Lights don't fit, brakes need work," translated Treble. "I'll do a frame hack when I can get my hands on the fiberglass and materials." She shrugged but part of her was excited for the project.  She liked the challenge. "You ever gonna race that monstrocity?" asked Quentin. "Fuck yeah.  I've been dreaming of a EL for ages to drive." Balance entered the room, a little more pensive than usual. Fade and Treble waved, but Quentin questioningly looked at her.  She was dressed lighter for the season, with a black bandeaux style top that showed off her middrift, brown shorts and a short sleeved brown canvas top with faux fur trim.  That was the English part of her showing. "What's the matter, Bal?" She was chewing her thumbnail in thought then looked up at them.  "Mm.  Dunno.  Heard some weirdo stories, trying to decide if they're true." "What kinda stories?" asked Bass, sitting up to put the butt of his cigarette out. "Ghost stories." Treble raised an eyebrow.  "Didn't think you were the type." "I was just messing around with some guys in the painter's department, getting stuff for the next few easies and directions and stuff."  The painter department in question were Pollex's street artists and graffiti artists at the ready to tag places in the city to tell people where the next easy he was hosting was.  It took a practiced hand to make the seeming vandalized art convey messages like locations and times and musicians, and it took a practiced eye to decipher them.  Part of the department was usually made of artists and cryptographers.   "Bass likes scary stories," Quentin said, pointing a thumb at him. Bass shrugged.  "I like hearing them...been in maybe one or 2 in my life." Quentin gave him an incredulous look.  He never knew that; just that Bass liked marathoning scary movies on a whim, though mostly in October. Treble had to hide a tiny smile.  He remembers one of those. What was it about? signed Fade. "They say its a building where you can see the dead in." The 4 of them looked at her with varying degrees of belief.  She looked at them and shook her hands at them.  "I don't really believe in that stuff!  I just heard about it.  One of those, I heard from my friend's sister aunt's nephew's boss kinda thing." Treble rolled his eyes.  "Well, then why do you look so concerned, if you don't believe in that." "Well, I wouldn'tve normally.  But....well, I think I heard Cash and Moebius also talking about it when I went to see the boss.  Like, I didn't think they knew I was there until I came around the corner.  I mean, Cash, I dunno, but you know Mo.  They're pretty clinical and stuff.  Not superstitious.  But they were talking about why people might see the dead.  I dunno.  I don't understand that psych stuff, they're hella advanced." "They were talking about it?" asked Treble, seriously. "Apparently the boss had a friend who went through it.  I mean that could be anyone....but...I dunno.  I mean if he was talking to Mo about it, maybe its serious?" There was a small silence, then Bass clapped a hand on her shoulder.  He smiled gently. "Let's go ghost hunting, shall we?"

~~

By dividing and conquering, the 5 spread out to each of their respective branches, hitting the streets, the internet, and other members of the Gemini Network.  Bass easily gained information while Treble stuck to researching with Fade online.  Quentin tried Mo. Moebius was having tea when he entered but the psychologist was rather evasive to him. "C'mon, at least throw me something," he said. Moebius had a face of mild dismissal.  "Confidentiality." Quentin tried his little pout. "You're cute, Seek, but I'm afraid I can't do anything for you."  Sipping tea, the young psychologist then sighed.  "You didn't hear it from me." Quentin nodded. "Django."   He was mulling that over when they met back up a few hours later. Treble and Fade were able to pinpoint a location somewhat: based on the eyewitness reports they were lucky it was within the city.  Moreover, the recent rumors about it were relatively new, perhaps only starting in the last year or so.  According to Bass' sources, it was an obscure test of courage, at least now that it was beginning to gain traction.  Quentin waited until everyone had gone and simply reported back what he heard from Mo. "Django." Bass' and Treble's eyes sparked in sudden interest.   "He knows?" "He's been.  At least I think that's what Mo meant.  She wasn't exactly the most enlightening, since it was confidential between her and I presume Di--er, Pollex."  He was still getting used to the boss' "real" name these days. Bass glanced at his partner.  "Maybe we should check it out.  I mean...if the old man's ok, I mean." "I'm sure he is.  I'd have heard something, or even Quentin," Balance said. Bass was looking at Treble now.  "Well?  Whatcha think, Treb?" Treble was quiet a long while, his deep blue eyes in calm, but deep, thought. "Let's go check it out.  Just in case."

~~

It was part of the abandoned parts of Staten Island, parts of the city that hadn't been rebuilt in decades, looking like a place most filmmakers go to film their post-apocalypse short films.  In one of the condemned areas of a neighborhood there was a duplex that matched the descriptions.  It had once been teal colored, but the paint was faded and peeling.  Many of the windows and doors were boarded up, and covered in graffiti.  Most of it was the usual gang tags, but a few were more cryptic.  Crude spray painted tombstones and doors across the walls and boarded windows. What do you A pair of painted eyes replaced the word "see". Who are you looking for A few arrows painted on the front, dead lawn and sidewalk, all lead to the front door.  The boards had been pried off, and were leaning against it, so it wasn't hard to get inside. Bass, Treble and Quentin all were wearing the back units, but opted instead for the visor headsets rather than the helmets.  Treble wanted a wider field of vision than the helmets would afford, and forwent the extra armor for the ability to see clearly.  Balance was armed with a handgun (as were Quentin and Treble), but Fade only brought her tablet, though in her backpack was a wireless harddrive set that could continually "talk" to the boys' units.  It wasn't ideal, but Treble reasoned that perhaps it was merely rumor that was more dangerous than anything factual. "You don't believe we'll see dead people in there?" asked Balance, a little unsure.   "I don't believe we'll see ghosts," Treble replied, as they inspected the outside. "A dead bum on the other hand..." Bass said, probably a bit too blithely than he should have. "That's not funny!" Balance and Fade said/signed at the same time, and Quentin was also a part of that chorus. Bass gave them a silly look but Treble nudged him sharply and rolled his eyes.   They made note of the exterior, which didn't seem to have been disturbed or lived in for years.  Quentin gingerly inspected the boarded windows with a light, expecting something to be looking at him. Fade was tracking anything she could with her tablet, moving towards the front with Balance as the boys inspected the grounds slowly. "Don't think anyone's been here except thrill seekers," Bass commented as he toed aside an empty beer bottle. "I don't understand," Treble said quietly.  It made Quentin and Bass pause to look at him. "What?" asked the redhead. "A test of courage like that....like....  I don't understand why anyone would want to do something dangerous just for a thrill." Quentin considered that, but Bass looked up at the house thoughtfully. "Its what make some people feel alive I guess," the blonde said.  He put his thumbs in his pockets and cocked his head.  "Like easies....or riding roller coasters, or even doing drugs....  Some people just can't get the juice outta life till they squeeze the really dangerous stuff, you know?" Treble was quiet a long time.  Then, "I know....  But sometimes I wonder...maybe they do that because they're emptier of the things that would normally make them feel alive." Quentin watched them both.  There were times he could sit and listen to Treble and Bass talk and feel like they shut out the rest of the world while they did.  Sometimes it was because they were so into something they just plumb forgot about everyone else.   Times like this, he felt invisible because he knew they were trying to do something on a deeper level.  Get into each other's heads.  It wasn't as uncomfortable as it used to be, he admitted. Before he could add to it, they heard the sound of wood falling down.  Immediately, Treble and Quentin took point back to the front of the house as Bass followed up.   Then something took his attention.  He slowed as the 2 disappeared around the corner.  An unshakable feeling in the pit of his stomach, blossoming.  He looked around for the source, but didn't see anything immediate.  Still it was a gut feeling, like a slow wave of nausea building.  He'd felt it once or twice before, but this was more subtle than he was used to. "The fuck....?"  Instead of following his partner and Quentin, he activated his visor and started a scanning program. Treble and Quentin came to the front door where the boards had been moved aside, some had slipped to the ground with a clatter, which is what the boys heard earlier.  There were no signs of the girls. "Shit, you think they went in??" Quentin asked. Treble inspected the entrance, where wood, debris, and even broken furniture had been blocking the foyer inside.  He could see the telltale prints of sneakers on the thick layer of dust on the debris. "Unfortunately, most certainly."

~~

Balance, while the boys had been in the back, peeked into the front door, scanning for anything.  She turned on her flashlight and peered into the dusty darkness. Fade was behind her, peering in with apprehension. "I don't see much," she said, as she straightened up and started to move some of the wood blocking the way. Fade caught her elbow and shook her head, pointing towards the back.  Let's wait for them, she seemed to say with her yellow green eyes.  They looked a little scared. "I just wanna look in the entrance."  She managed to make a space for her to enter the foyer a bit of the way.  Even with the sun trying to push its way in, it was still unimaginably dim.  She climbed over a broken chest of drawers and part of a dining room chair set as she followed the front door hall.  She was a yard or so in when she pointed her flashlight down the hall and gasped. The hallway walls and floor and ceiling were covered in writing.  It wasn't anything vulgar, obscene or even horrifying.  They had writing, long passages from something she'd longed to read with her own eyes.  Every so often was a signature she'd only seen in blurry internet photographs when she'd gone hunting for them. Trancer 9 Like handwritten scripture on the walls of the duplex were the very passages written in a book rumored to have been lost in the fabled City of Lyrics.  The answers to all her questions for the future of music, the very weapon the rebel networks needed to tear down the Music Corps.  Here, on these walls, like a siren song.  Abandoning Fade, she quickly began to follow the lyrics, the words and passages further into the house. Fade, hearing Balance move away from her, began to panic.  She pounded and smacked at the boards, trying to call her back, but her friend was already moving away, as if in a trance.  Nausea and a small headache had started to build in her, and she quickly turned, thinking she would get the boys to come back.  On the other hand, there was no telling if they were alone in the house.  What if something or someone came for her? Without another thought, Fade quickly scrambled after Balance, kicking over and off the boards and dilapidated furniture to follow her, despite her feelings of sick and dread.  Her own small flashlight barely gave her much light to see, so she used her tablet as a light as she made her way into the hall, and then into what looked to be a living area.  The walls were full of graffiti, holes from vandals or just chipping and peeling paint and wallpaper.  There wasn't a sign of Balance in this room. She was about to head back out to get help when she heard a thump in the next room, probably a hallway or even the kitchen.  She froze, straining her ears, but heard nothing more than her heartbeat, and the silence making the barest of hums, like a slow fan turning.   Not hearing anything else, she cautiously made her way to the hall and looked towards the kitchen.  Nothing. The hall to what she assumed were bedrooms were also dark and empty.  How far did Balance run off to? She turned to the hallway and saw someone standing in it.  She opened her mouth in a silent scream, but the figure only stood and watched her.  With the sun streaming in behind them, it was hard to make them out.  Her body was completely frozen in fear until the figure began to move towards her.  When it was close enough, she could see, amid the backlighting and the haze of dust, it was Treble.   Tearfully she threw herself into his arms, where she sobbed silently, trying to calm down enough to tell him what happened.  His arms closed around her and she felt one of his hands run through her hair softly.  As she caught her breath, she looked up and was about to sign to him what had happened when she froze again, this time in shock. It wasn't Treble anymore. It was Angelo.

~~

Bass came around the corner as Treble was moving aside larger pieces of debris with Quentin hurridly.  "Guys, you gotta hear this."  He was attempting to link what he was tracking to them when he finally noticed what they were doing.  "Whoa.  What happened?" "The girls went inside by themselves," Quentin said, his voice tinged with a little panic. Bass quickly went to the open doorway and peered in.  "Jesus.  Why??" "I have no clue why they would go in by themselves."  Treble unholstered his gun and was about to go in when Bass caught his arm.   "Maybe its this."  He pointed to his visor, so he nodded once and activated his, and Quentin did the same.  Bass shared his headphone input he was receiving.  It was a low hum, and by the look of their HUD sensors, it was unmistakably infrasound.  "Something just started the infra broadcast.  I can't pinpoint all the speakers, but I know they're in there.  Maybe they went in to check it out." Treble glanced at his open texting windows and they were blank.  "If Fade had noticed them, she'd have told us." Bass chewed his bottom lip, and Quentin let out a frustrated exhalation.   "Let's not waste time, let's go get them and get them back out."  Treble led them in, and looked around.  The hallway, and kitchen areas were empty.  Bass took note of the increasing level of infrasound on his visor, but swept the area with his eyes. "Split up?" asked Quentin. "Shit, doncha watch horror movies?" snapped Bass. Treble was moving down to a hall and found a bedroom, where he found Fade collapsed.  Quickly he was gently checking her for injury before moving her too much.  The blonde and redhead were right next behind. "Is she all right?" asked the younger Trancer as Treble gently pulled her into his lap as he checked her. "No, she has a left too," quipped Bass, though his tone wasn't at all joking. Quentin, irritated, snapped, "Damn it, Bass, now's not the time!" Treble shushed them both, but his own unease and irritation was growing as well; perhaps the infrasound was beginning to take its toll.  "She's passed out, but I think she's ok." Instead of coming to, as Treble gently shook her to wake her, she only wordlessly mouthed something over and over. "What's she..." asked Bass, uneasy. Treble paused, watching her, and then, "....I think...its....'Angelo'." Bass started at him as he pushed past Quentin, to kneel at his side.  "Are you sure?" "I know how to read lips.  I'm positive now." The blonde watched her as her half opened, yellow green eyes blankly stared at something far away.  It did seem like she was mouthing those syllables. "Why's she doing that?  He's...."  Bass shook her her a little more forcefully.  "Hey.  Fade.  Come on, babygirl, wake up." Unresponsive, she only lay limply in Treble's arms.  Bass exhaled, and turned to Quentin.  "Hey Quent, can you--" The redhead wasn't anywhere to be seen.

~~

Quentin heard someone calling his name, so he turned to look down the hall as Treble and Bass tried to rouse the poor collapsed girl.  Finding no one in the hall, he went towards the kitchen, following the sound towards the foyer as it led him towards the stairs to the second level.  At the top of the hall was a figure. "The fuck are you?" he asked, drawing his gun.  The figure didn't speak, only moving towards the rooms upstairs, and against his better judgement, Quentin ascended the stairs to follow it.  It wasn't until he followed it to a bedroom and it stopped that he got a better look at it in the dim light coming from the single unboarded window in the staircase hall. They were wearing a Corps suit, with a blue armband with Trancer 0004.  Rust red hair.  Deep green eyes.  Small creases near his mouth and eyes, portraying graceful age.  Quentin nearly dropped his gun. ".....Father....?" HIs father only gave him a small smile.  "My little suzerain...." Quentin shook, as his hands slowly pulled the headphone visor off his face.  "You're...you're not dead....what are you doing here?!"

~~

Bass lifted Fade and Treble followed him back out, as the sun was beginning its climb down the sky.  They had a few hours left before sunset, but it wasn't prudent to push their luck.  Not at this stage. He leaned her against the house in the backyard, and looked up at Treble.  "I don't wanna leave her here by herself." "I'll go back in for them," Treble said as he checked the gun and activated his visor again.   "I don't want you to go in by yourself either." "We don't have a choice.  I don't want her by herself while we're inside.  That may be what they want.  Whoever they are." He exhaled.  "I know but...." Treble reached over and gave his hand a squeeze.  "I'll be careful."  He started back around the house, and Bass decided to make himself useful while standing watch.  He linked up with Fade's tablet and the harddrive, trying to sort out the data he was finding, trying to find a source.  Damned if he wasn't going to try finding the source of the mystery. Treble reentered the house and listened.  He could almost hear that droning, the infrasound that was making them all irritable and sick.  Still, that couldn't be all that was happening.  He was sure he heard voices; Quentin?  Balance?  Someone else?  On a hunch, he started up the stairs when he heard Quentin talking to someone.  He paused, straining his ears, but couldn't hear anyone else. Was he talking to himself?  He frowned.  Infrasound doesn't usually make people talk to themselves.  It merely made them sick, anxious.  Slowly, as silently as he could, he climbed each stair with deliberate slowness.  He couldn't hear the conversation yet but it sounded one-sided. "N...no....  I...I can't.  I can't...go back...." Treble reached the landing, then he heard another sound, a loud thump as if someone had fallen onto the floor.  Still, Quentin continued to speak. It obviously wasn't him. "I....  I want to.  I want to so bad....but I'll be...."  There was a pause, as if someone was talking to him, and yet the TC still couldn't hear them.  Was it possible they were signing to him? The thump had come from another room, and the raven-haired man made the decision to check that first; Quentin was obviously conscious.  Maybe in danger, but not so far.  It was possible that what Treble heard was Balance, and she could need the help more than he.  He found an open bathroom where a light was coming from, floor level, and quickly peeked in. Balance was on the ground, her flashlight on the floor.  He checked the hall, listened for Quentin, then quickly checked on her.  She was breathing, didn't seem to have hurt herself badly, and seemed to also be in the same, half-lidded trance as Fade had been.  He was about to pick her up when he heard the barest sounds of music.  He thought it was being patched from Bass, but it wasn't, through that channel.  He removed one headphone to get a better bead on it. That's when he heard the sound of Quentin hitting the ground in the next room.

~~

Quentin's hands were trembling uncontrollably.  HIs father was supposed to be in Paris.  Why or how was he here?  Of all places, the middle of nowhere, in a supposedly haunted house? And his father wasn't even dead.  As far as he knew, his father was a live and well. "Father, what are you doing here?!" he asked, hoarsely. "I've come to take you home."  His father sat on a dusty table and gave him a gentle look. The redhead fumbled for words.  "Go back...home?  I can't go back!  I'm....Father, I've....I've defected!"  The magnitude of the word slams into him hard, saying it out loud makes the last few months now startlingly real.  After the Sound Tower, he was effectively a dead man.  His father of all people should know that. "Oh son....that won't matter.  Come back home.  I'll take care of everything for you.  You'll never have to worry again." "N...no....  I...I can't.  I can't...go back...."  He shook his head, trying to clear it, but it only became more muddy and foggy.  As small tinny in his ears began, as if there was the sound of a song far, far away, on a radio, barely picking up the signal. "Of course you can, suzerain.  I'll make sure of that." "I....  I want to.  I want to so bad....but I'll be...."   "Nothing is going to happen to you.  I promise.  You'll never have to worry about a single thing anymore." There was a throbbing ache in Quentin's chest.  The thought of going back to the way things were before the tower.  The freedom to play music again, the way he was trained.  The release of all the sleepless nights, never knowing when the Corps would catch up. If...if his father could manage it.... If he could go back to the way things used to be.... His ears were ringing, filling with the deep sounds of music, and his longing was so painful and powerful, he barely registered it.   Where...is that music....coming from....? Quentin dropped to his knees, then to his side, slipping away into the eternal moment of an endless possibility.

~~

Treble could hear it plainly.  It was a gentle ocean of music, so soft he could barely hear it.  He removed his headphones to get a better listen, slowly getting to his feet. He knew it as soon as he could clearly hear it. Ambient. Dealers on the street called it Ambi for short, an offshoot of 303, or Acid.  Insidious stuff, one doesn't understand what's quite happening until its too late.  Once the listener drops into Loss--the feeling nearly all musicians and listeners alike feel when listening to music, where the world can be shut out, and the mind opens into mild suggestion and pacification--the mind picks up and takes over, often inducing visions or hallucinations in the listener.  Acid often delivers highs that the mind quickly finds addictive, causing the abuser to constantly feed their addiction by listening constantly to it, forgoing all necessary functions of life until brain death. Ambi on the other hand is mostly unpredictable, causing hallucinations and visions that one can't tell if they're real or not.  Instead of cutting off the world like 303 might, Ambi augments it, adding to the world the listener still occupies, so that they can't separate illusion from reality.  While it normally lacks the addictive nature of Acid, Ambi still claims its victims every year through manipulation and misuse.  There was a reason it was banned and outlawed, with many Trancers in the Corps being unauthorized to even sample or use it without special granted access. Somehow, amid the infrasound jacking, someone had inserted Ambi into the broadcast.  That was why Quentin had been talking to himself, or Balance had run off, or Fade was lapsed into her litany of her dead fiancee's name. Treble got to his feet and made his way to the hallway to the stairs.  He had to tell Bass.  If they could interrupt the jacking, they could conceivably break the spell over the house, and maybe find the culprit.  He paused at the landing, as the music was now audible enough for him to catch it without having to strain his ears.  With the layer of infrasound, it made for an uncomfortable feeling of nausea and anxiety amid his determination.  Putting a hand to his face and shutting his eyes, he tried to clear his head. Too late, a voice in his head scolded, You idiot!  Put your headphones back on!  You're falling in! That's when he felt arms around himself, warm and comforting.  His instincts, still sharp amid the dulling senses, made him tear himself away and reached for his gun reflexively. Bass was behind him, his eyes puzzled.  Treble let out a sigh of relief. "Damn it, Bass.  You scared the hell out of me."  He shook his head, and reached for his headphones he dropped.  "Bass, we need to get Quent and Balance out.  This place is being pumped full of Ambi." Instead of saying anything, Bass reached for Treble and, with firm force, pushed him to the wall, pinning him.  In shock, his partner looked at him incredulously. "The hell are you doing?!" he cried before his partner leaned in and started to lap hungrily at his neck.  In spite of the situation, the raven-haired TC let out a thin groan before trying to escape.  "Nnn...B-Bass, stop...." But Bass only continued, his hands groping around but still keeping his partner against the wall as he chained kisses from his neck to his ear, then to his mouth where he deepened the kiss.  His tongue darted against Treble's, hot and forceful.  He moaned, trying to protest, but they were drowned out by his partner's lust as they slid to the floor.   Counterpoint to his partner's assault, the music continued as Treble struggled both to throw him off, but also struggling to not fall under that same spell.  He groaned as Bass ground himself against them, trapping Treble as he writhed and tried to rise off the ground. "Stop...!  Bass!  Stop...!  Its the...its the music!  Try to....try to fight it!" He was quickly losing his battle as he found himself returning the kisses and lustful moaning, and just before he became overwhelmed, he had a sinking, terrible thought: This...this isn't Bass....  This...this is me....  I'm....I'm.... He let out one more whimper before shutting his eyes and allowing it to take him over. I'M the one who's under the music.

~~

Bass, after a few minutes, found the source of the infrasound, and tried to isolate the channel.  He frowned as he saw more layers to the audio data flow than he expected.  There was more than the base noise he could feel and hear.  He spent some time tuning it, unpacking it until he found an audio channel and he isolated it further and amplified it. He immediately regretted it.  He knew the type of music within seconds, and he quickly got to his feet.  He made an aching decision and quickly left Fade in the corner and entered the house.  He pulled his own headphones off to hear better, and just above that barely imperceptible hum, he could hear it.  Ambient, and it was in the house.  It wasn't obvious until he reached the stairs and heard a soft groaning. He quickly climbed the stairs and found Treble, on his side in the hallway, trembling, his sapphire colored eyes half open and glazed over, his alabaster skin flushed pink.  He knelt down and touched his partner's shoulder, and he groaned lustfully, softly.   He shut his eyes briefly, calmly listening, then he slid his headphones on, and using Fade's tablet, started to trace the signal.  Outside it was hard to get a bead on it, but inside was a different story.  Almost immediately, the visor began to pick up all the speaker sensors, and he followed them to the back bedroom of the duplex, where it was shut and boarded up.  The boards looked newer, the nails were still slightly shiny, so he found a sturdy chair and began breaking the door down.  It took awhile, but he gained entry into the abandoned room.  A single computer machine was in the back, near the back window, and it was on.  He checked the screen, where a program was running.  Speaker setups were shown to be in every corner of the room.  An infrared sensor was at the entrance of the downstairs foyer, and when tripped, would activate the entire system for just about 48 hours, before shutting down into sleep mode for the next trigger. Bass reached over and yanked as many cords as he could out from the back of the computer.  He checked an impulse to pick up the devil machine and throw it out the window or to the floor.  They would need to investigate it further, of course.  The sounds gone, it was like a weight immediately listed off his shoulders.  He sighed in relief, and leaned against the wall as his thoughts started to collect like rain in a dish left outside in a storm. After a few minutes, he  picked up the keyboard and slammed it repeatedly against the floor, trying to rid himself the the anger he was now feeling.  The betrayal of music.  The mishandling of the art.  The wretched feeling of having someone be taken advantage of. Bass clenched his fists in anger.  How dare they.  How DARE they do this to his friends.  To HIS Treble. He heard someone come in, but he didn't turn around.  He was too angry. He felt Treble wrap his arms around him.  The anger began to evaporate like dew off the grass in the morning. "Let's go home," Treble said quietly.

~~

"I....I didn't know Ambi could do that," Balance said as they debriefed with Pollex, Moebius, and Django on a video call.  Irate at their impromptu investigation, Pollex had to forgive them quickly when they were able to bring back the machine for analysis.  He began to regret giving the EQ unit the autonomy he had, though he couldn't argue with the results.  And in any case, it seemed like Django was additionally grateful. Moebius, dressed in a lazy japanese gakuen style uniform, nodded.  The psychologist conveniently left out her little lead she gave to Quentin, and no one brought it up, thankfully.  "Ambient's pretty potent stuff in the right Trancer hands.  It makes some pretty convincing hallucinations.  Anyone with any sense of Loss is at its mercy, and when it gets combined with some 303 elements, you've got some serious recipes for disaster.  More so with the layer of infrasound." "That was part of why it was so diabolical," Bass replied.  "The infra layer was pretty strong.  It masked the audio layers until I was able to rip and isolate.  That shit ain't kids play; that's some next level mind control shit with the right mix." "If we get a hit on the machine, we'll let you know," Pollex said to Django whom tipped his hat to them. "I'm grateful to you guys," he said.  "Still....don't make it a habit." "They won't," Pollex said, icily, giving them a look.  The 5 responded with varying degrees of shame, from Balance and Quentin with the most, and amusingly Bass with the least.  He ended the call and waved them off.  "You're dismissed....but don't let me catch you doing that kind of stunt again." They filed out of his room as Mo followed them out.  They were on their way back to one of the music practice rooms when Mo piped up. "Actually...if you don't mind me asking....what DID you guys see when you were under Ambi?" Treble simply flushed and glanced to the side as they sat down around the various instruments, himself and Fade at a piano bench, Quentin and Balance on chairs by the guitar rack and Bass, predictably, on the floor, already lighting up. Fade hesitantly signed, I....I saw my late fiancee. Mo gave her a look of sympathy and nodded.  "I'm sorry, sweetie." It looked like Treble at first though.  She flushed a bit and looked at him, and he gave her a questioning look back. "Hmm.  Par for course, I hear.  They can make hallucinations change, depending on mindset." Balance spoke up.  "I...I saw the Book of Trancer 9."  Quentin and Fade looked confused.  "Its...something I've been looking for....it was on all the walls, like writing and stuff...."  She cast her eyes away, embarrassed.  "Never mind...I guess its hard to explain." "You didn't see anyone deceased?" asked Moebius, interested. "No.  I wonder why." "I didn't either..." Quentin said softly.  He was looking at his hands.  "I saw my father.  But he's alive.  And he told me...he wanted me to come back to the Corps." Treble considered that; it made sense for his responses he remembered.   "That's interesting.  Only one person saw the dead." Treble didn't say anything.  The only person he told was Bass, and he was disgusted with himself.  That he had allowed himself to fall under so easily. Bass watched his partner and sighed.  "It would make sense then...for what everyone saw.  The file name for the audio was 'desire'." Mo looked particularly interested.  "Oh so?  Maybe that's why everything was so...varied with you guys.  I mean, I know some people see deceased loved ones, according to the rumors.  Most everyone does.  I guess if they heard the rumors, their inner desires would manifest illusions of their dead loved ones.  On the other hand, yours all seem to...tie into your deeper desires.  I assume."  She gave a quick pointed look at Treble, whom evaded the look by setting himself at the piano and beginning to play.  She gave him a disgruntled look of disappointment then stood up.  "Well, if you guys wanna unpack it, you know where to find me."  She headed for the door, and Bass followed her out.  She looked to Bass, as he was heading down the corridor towards the drink vending machine.  As he fed the machine his card, she poked him on the arm. "What about you, candycons?" Bass shrugged.  "I didn't see anything actually." She blinked.  "Really?" "I don't Loss.  So Ambi doesn't work on me.  It never has." She was quiet a long time.  Then, "What about your Acid reaction?" He was also quiet a long time, sipping his bottle of water as his deep black eyes stared off onto some unseen point. "Acid's different.  You said it yourself.  Rejection Fallout.  I'm having an allergic reaction to the music....not falling under its Loss.  Or whatever." They were silent in the hallway a long time.  Moebius sighed, then gave him a reassuring ruffle to his hair. "You're lucky you're Lossless.  That's a really rare quality."  She started down the hall, and was around the corner before Bass also sighed. He leaned his head against the wall and looked at the ceiling with a look of unease.  "I have loss in other ways, sweetheart.  And I'd never call it a good trade off."

[inkyleaf]

TG 132: Determination - PART 2/2 (M2F + RC + AR)

PART 1!!!

             A few footsteps were heard before the perpetrator spoke: “Jack, you can come out. It’s me, Kaitlyn.” Jack didn’t believe her ears. She poked half of her head out, convinced that she was going crazy. The real Kaitlyn stood in front of the bed, wearing a black jumpsuit fitted with all kinds of tools and pockets. She had rolled a small luggage behind her, and her hair was tied into a perfect bun. Countless thoughts filled Jack’s mind, but she couldn’t utter a word. Over the next minute, Kaitlyn rolled her luggage to the nightstand and slowly sat down on the bed.

               “Jack, will you talk with me?” Kaitlyn asked in a soft, personal tone. Her sad, yet serious expression made her look vulnerable. “…Who are you?” was all Jack could muster, poking more of her head out from the covers. “Jack, I-I’m so sorry…” Kaitlyn sobbed. Tears filled her eyes faster than she could’ve expected. She leaned her body halfway toward the bed, bringing some of the sheets up to cover her face and absorb her tears. “K-Kait, what’s going o-on?” Jack swallowed, trying to keep a steady voice.

             “I did it all for him, Jack,” Kaitlyn began moments later. “It was for your son, Cameron.” The girls sat in silence for a minute as Kaitlyn calmed herself. “I will tell you everything from the beginning, Jack. Please listen to what I have to say,” Kaitlyn said. Intense emotions bubbled in Jack’s mind, but she remained silent. “I am a Japanese spy. I was deployed to America two years ago disguised as a college student. I-I knew nothing…” Kaitlyn bit her bottom lip, “I knew nothing of America at the time. I was even xenophobic. But one day, your son Cameron approached me. He offered to show me around town – apparently he was smitten with me months before, but was too afraid to approach. I accepted, viewing it as a chance to gather more intel from who I perceived as a dumb American.”

               Tears came back to Kaitlyn’s eyes as she continued: “B-but, he was so nice. So sensitive to how I felt. Even showed interest in my culture. His eyes were big and genuine… I brushed it off at first, but we spent more time together as weeks passed. Before I realized what I was doing, he asked me to be his girlfriend, and I couldn’t say no. He singlehandedly changed my opinion on this entire country, Jack, and continues to do so. I love him with all of my heart, and I know he feels the same. I couldn’t be more thankful for that.”

               Another minute of silence passed. Kaitlyn took deep breaths before continuing: “But, my time in America is almost up. I must return to Japan in 48 hours. I was born into my job, Jack. I grew up as a robot, training for this singular purpose. I cannot quit being a spy – I would be tortured if I even attempted. If given the choice, I would choose to stay here with Cameron. Unfortunately, I don’t have a choice,” Kaitlyn ended with a loud sob. Jack swallowed hard before speaking up: “So, what happened to me?” Kaitlyn turned to look Jack in the eye. “The drink I gave you last night, it was a serum developed by my country. It was made for torture, designed to mutate those who drank it. I spent months editing the formula. I eased the pain as much as I could, but the ultimate goal was to turn you…into me,” Kaitlyn said with a sad smile.

               Jack didn’t know what to say. Her questions were endless, but organizing them into sentences was impossible. “Oh, and I lied about giving the rest of your family the drink, so don’t worry,” Kaitlyn said. “Don’t worry?!” Jack suddenly snapped, sitting up with her bare chest revealed. “Kaitlyn, I’m not you! I can’t be you! I’m a husband, a father, and a goddamn engineer! You can’t do this to me!” Jack yelled, no longer able to control her emotions.

               “Jack,” Kaitlyn began in a soothing tone, “this project was months in the making. Everything has been accounted for. I went to your family today, and we discussed that I would be moving in. I told them my ‘parents’ were forcing me to be more independent. You will still live in the same house, Jack. And you getting off of work early yesterday was my doing as well… I wanted make sure you enjoyed yourself as much as possible. I’m sorry.”

               “Bu-but… Why? WHY?!” Jack screamed, grabbing Kaitlyn’s shoulders, now more sad than angry. “WHY DID YOU RUIN MY LIFE?!” “Because…isn’t it obvious…?!” Kaitlyn trembled with tears on her cheeks. “Because I love your son and I couldn’t break his heart!” she yelled back with equal passion. Kaitlyn buried her head into Jack’s shoulder, crying more than her doppelganger. The women wept on each other for nearly 20 minutes. Jack’s fury only came out as helpless confusion when she managed to speak after their tears had waned. “I can’t just be you,” she said, pulling away from Kaitlyn. Kaitlyn wiped a tear from her eye before speaking: “You can. Remember when I said everything was accounted for?” Kaitlyn hopped off of the bed and opened her luggage, revealing a full wardrobe of female clothes and accessories. Before Jack could react, Kaitlyn laid out her wallet, phone, and keys on the bed. “I’m going to teach you how to be a woman, Jack.”

               “…No. Absolutely not,” Jack said, looking through the frilly underwear and dresses. “Okay, you don’t have to start with skirts,” Kaitlyn said, putting the more girly clothing at the bottom, “but you need to know how to hook a bra. Stand up.” “You’re insane, you know that?” Jack said as she stood. “You think I can’t convince my family that I’m me?” she continued. Kaitlyn responded as she cupped Jack’s breasts in the bra from behind: “Jack, you’re very smart. I know you possess that ability. But think about what would happen. Please, think hard. Also, here you go.” Kaitlyn put the bra’s hooks in Jack’s hands.

               If Cameron knew it was me, Jack thought, hardly fiddling with the bra, he would demand answers. Even if I told him about the real Kaitlyn, he’d only be depressed, and my appearance would be a constant reminder… Nobody would win. Nora couldn’t love me either. She may still enjoy my presence, but our romance would die. What if she finds another man, Jack swallowed hard. She wouldn’t find another man if she knew I was in this body. I’d only hold her back…

               “Please, change me back,” Jack whimpered. She let the bra fall to the floor with no progress made. "Kaitlyn, please. I can’t do this.” Waterworks returned to Jack’s eyes. “I can’t do that, Jack. The resources don’t exist. Kaitlyn approached Jack for a hug, but Jack pushed her back. “Fuck you! Get out of here, I never want to see you again!” she shouted. Kaitlyn kept a calm demeanor, realizing that her presence would only hinder Jack for the rest of the night. “Okay Jack, I will leave. Good night,” she said, walking out of the room.

               This nightmare has to end soon, it has to, Jack thought, trying to find comfort in denial. She concurrently racked her brain for a solution to living with her family with her identity known, but nothing favorable existed. I’m going to wake up tomorrow, and all of this will have just been a bad dream, she thought before falling asleep.

               Jack woke up at dawn again and rolled over to check her phone. A lock screen showing a happy picture of Cameron and Kaitlyn popped up before the phone was unlocked with her fingerprint. This is Kait’s phone… Jack sat up, dismayed by the sight of the hotel room. The bra from last night was still on the floor next to an open luggage of clothing, but the phone, along with Kaitlyn’s wallet and keys, were placed on the nightstand. No way. Upon further investigation, Jack realized that her own phone and wallet were gone, as the cash from her wallet was placed on top of Kaitlyn’s.  

               After such a debilitating night, Jack didn’t feel angry, sad, or even surprised. “This is it, huh?” she said as she turned to look at herself in the mirror. “What a fucking joke.” She bit her bottom lip, giving her breasts another upset squeeze before going back to sit on the bed. Jack dug through Kaitlyn’s phone for almost two hours, reading her past conversations, scrolling through her Facebook feed, and looking at the photos in her camera.

               “She’s good. No one could’ve suspected she was anything other than a fun college girl.” As the sun rose higher and higher, Jack knew she had to bite the bullet and get dressed. “Damn it all, damn it all,” she muttered to herself, struggling to properly hook the bra around her back. “Get in there, c’mo-argh! Jesus!” Her breasts were pinched and prodded as she tried to securely fit them in the cups, unable to know what felt right or wrong. Jack shivered as she slid panties up her smooth legs, admittedly feeling much better in them compared to her boxers. After throwing on the blandest long-sleeved shirt, and, to her annoyance, skinny jeans, she felt a small sense of accomplishment.

               Rap rap. The knocks on the door startled Jack. “It’s me, Jack,” Kaitlyn said from the other side, feeling it was best to not let herself in this time. Jack opened the door and stared at Kaitlyn as she walked in. “Well, what do you want?” Jack asked, sitting on the bed. “I came to say goodbye, for good this time. Before I leave, would you like me to help you with anything? The man ‘Jack’ has already been checked out of this room, so feel free to leave whenever.” “What’d you do with my phone and wallet? Did Nora call me?” Jack asked, desperate to hear any potential last words she could’ve said to the man she used to be. Kaitlyn shook her head. “I do not know, but the phone and wallet were terminated. Jack is dead, you are Kaitlyn now,” she said as monotone as possible, hoping that Jack wouldn’t fly into another tear-filled rage. “So I am. So I fucking am,” Jack said, pausing before continuing: “So you’re just gonna tell my family that I’m dead and expect me to console them? You’re a fucking monster.”

               Kaitlyn turned her head, unable to deny Jack’s words. “Yes,” she whispered, trying not to cry again. She had originally wanted to teach Jack how to use makeup, and perhaps convince her that decreasing her age by a few decades wasn’t so bad, but now she knew it’d be impossible. Jack didn’t have to be yelling to show Kaitlyn that she loathed her. We really don’t get happy endings, do we? Kaitlyn thought before saying, “I’m sorry, Jack, for what it’s worth. I’m so sorry… Goodbye.” Kaitlyn briskly walked out the door, never to be heard from again.

               Jack lay on her bed, taking deep breaths and wishing that time would stop moving so fast. She grabbed a bagel on her way out of the motel around 9 AM and immediately noticed that her car had been replaced with Kaitlyn’s. Of course. Jack threw the luggage Kaitlyn had given her into the trunk and drove back to her house despite being terrified of facing her family under her new skin.

               “Welcome ‘home’ babe!” Cameron happily greeted Jack as she got out of the car. Jack was taken aback by the sight of being shorter than her son as Cameron squeezed her with a hug. “H-hey, Cameron,” she simply replied. Her tone and lack of makeup was quick to catch Cameron’s attention. “Something wrong?” he asked as they walked into the house. You have no idea. “…No, no, just a little tired. I’m going to miss my, uhh, parents,” Jack replied, then continued, “Where’s your mo-I mean where’s Nora?” “Early shopping, she wanted to buy some things for you since you’re moving in!” Cameron said with a grin.

               Jack spent most of the morning studying Kaitlyn’s work and college schedule in Cameron’s room since tomorrow was Monday, while Cameron played video games in the living room. “God, she’s busy for a college student,” she commented. “Five finance classes four days of the week with a part-time job overlapping a few of those, sheesh. Almost wish Cameron was this busy.”

               A car pulled into the driveway hours later. Oh God, Jack thought, is Nora OK? How has she been holding up? Jack ran downstairs to greet her, dying to see and comfort her wife more than anything. “Kaity! You’re already here!” Nora squealed in excitement, then continued, “I don’t know how much you brought from your house, but I picked up a lot of new clothes and makeup to make sure you feel right at home, okay sweetheart? Aaah this is so exciting!” Jack didn’t expect Nora to be so cheerful, and couldn’t help but smile at her welcoming. Maybe she hasn’t heard the news, Jack thought, quickly trying to erase the concept from her head.

               After Nora unpacked and organized her purchases, she jumped at the first opportunity she had to bond with her presumed to-be daughter-in-law. “Kaitlyn, sweetie, I know how self-sufficient you are with your style, but I would just looooove to be able to do your makeup today since I’ve hardly ever seen you with a clean slate before!” Jack was thrown off-guard. The mental dam she had built to block out her femininity was crumbling, but she couldn’t refuse. “Sure,” she replied, bracing herself for further emasculation.  

               “Open… Close… Liiittle wider,” Nora repeated simple commands out loud as she dolled up Jack’s face. “Aaand, voilà!” she exclaimed 20 minutes later. “I kept it simple, Kaity. What do you think?” Jack pursed her lips to spread the faint pink lipstick, getting a clear look at her face for the first time in 24 hours. “W-wow,” she breathed, knowing she’d have to give an over-the-top reaction to make Nora happy.

               “I absolutely love it, Nora! Thank you so much!” Jack cheered, giving Nora a hug, surprised at how convincing she sounded with Kaitlyn’s voice. “Hahaha aww, sweetheart, I’m so glad,” Nora chuckled, then continued, “We’re going to be eating out tonight to celebrate your moving in – at your favorite sushi place!” Jack wasn’t sure how enthusiastically she should’ve reacted, so she simply said, “Wow, I can’t wait!”

               As the day went on, Jack took the hints to change into nicer clothes before going out to dinner. She kept the jeans on, but traded the white top for a frilly short-sleeved T-shirt, even though the sight of Kaitlyn’s bare skin was still unsettling. The family prepared for a traditional Asian dinner, where everyone would happily take food from any plate laid on the table. Jack was hesitant to dig in, never having been a fan of seafood.

               “Don’t hold back babe, this night is for you,” Cameron said, handing Jack a pair of chopsticks. Here we go again, Jack thought, slowly bringing a sushi roll to her face. Her eyes widened as it squished between her tongue and the roof of her mouth – Kaitlyn’s taste buds adored the food, sending overwhelmingly positive energy to Jack’s brain. Oh my God, so good! “Aah it’s so good!” she blurted, scarfing down the food faster than the original Kaitlyn. “Whoa, save some for us,” Cameron joked. The family ate and chatted the night away, and Jack felt happiness for the first time in Kaitlyn’s body.

               “Ooooh my goodness, I’m stuffed!” Jack exclaimed, falling onto Cameron’s bed shortly after coming home. “Me too, me too,” Cameron replied. “Too bad we got school tomorrow.” Cameron began to undress, bringing Jack’s mind back to reality. Before she could react, Cameron crawled over her. “I’d love to rip that cute li’l shirt off,” he said in a low, husky voice. Jack’s heart began racing – she was nowhere near prepared for this. “I…I…” Jack’s voice cracked as she tried to speak up, “I-I really need to sleep, Monday’s are so busy…” she finished, sliding out from under Cameron to look for her pajamas.

               Fuck, fuck, fuck, no way in hell, Jack was practically panting in her thoughts. I have to change clothes in front of him, don’t I? Damn it all. The anxiety of her situation hit her almost as hard as it did in the motel. Cameron was noticeably grumpy, making Jack feel even worse. She remembered to wash her makeup off at the last second before turning in for the night, wondering if she could ever get used to being a girl.

               Jack drowned herself in her new workload over the week, pleasantly surprised by how refreshing the feeling of work felt. She did her best to embrace womanhood in small steps, and began to wear girlier clothing on Tuesday, followed by applying her own makeup on Wednesday. By the end of the week, Jack almost thought she’d regained control of her life.

               Tragedy struck when she came home Friday evening. Cameron and Nora were huddled on the couch, crying their eyes out. The sight alone was enough to make Jack’s eyes water. She silently approached them, joining their embrace on the couch.

               “He’s gone,” Nora eked out with a loud sniffle. “Jack’s gone. The search team pronounced him dead.” The words hit Jack like a truck – she buried her head into Nora’s shoulder, unable to stop her tears. I’m right here, Nora! I’m right here! was what she was dying to say. I never left you guys! The family sobbed together for what felt like hours before Nora spoke up again. She stroked Jack’s hair, saying “The funeral will be next week, sweetheart. I wish you got to know him more, he was such a loving husband and father…”

               I’m here for both of you. I’ll always be here for you guys. The same thoughts cycled through Jack’s mind throughout the silent night. Her resolve strengthened overnight, and the purpose of her life became clear. She was put on this earth for Nora and Cameron. Her sex didn’t matter, her age didn’t matter, and her appearance didn’t matter. Her family meant everything, and she was going to be with them until the end.

               “Cameron,” Jack began later that night once they were in bed together, “I know I don’t say this enough, but I love you and I’m very proud of you.” She wanted that to be her final fatherly line, knowing that she couldn’t keep viewing him as her son if she wanted to make either of them happy. “Thanks babe, love you too,” Cameron chuckled, kissing Jack’s lips.

               Jack woke up early that Saturday morning and gave Nora a hug from behind. “Nora,” she began in the same tone as last night, wanting to speak to her as a wife one last time, “I can’t begin to thank you for how much you’ve done for me. I’ll never forget any of it. I love you so much, and I will do everything I can to support our little family.” “Oooh, Kaitlyn, sweetheart…” Nora began, touched by her words. The women’s eyes watered as Nora turned to hug Jack properly.

               Jack continued to break down her mental barriers throughout the slow day, trying her best to think of herself as Kaitlyn. “I’m not Jack, not anymore,” she whispered to herself in the mirror, forcing a smile. “I’m Kaitlyn. I don’t need to be a man to keep my family happy… I need to be a girlfriend and a daughter. That is what I am. I am...Kaitlyn.” She ran her fingers down and around her body, accepting all of the feminine features she had been trying her best to reject over the past week.

               Later that night, Kaitlyn opened her legs for Cameron, knowing he needed the relief. Her body trembled as Cameron crawled on top, kissing and pinching her from head to toe before teasing her clit. You’re a good son, Cameron. You deserve this… Kaitlyn instinctively thought as she groaned from the foreign pleasure. He’s not my son anymore. Not my son, I’m a woman. Make me a woman, Cameron…!

               Kaitlyn screamed at the first hint of penetration. Cameron’s strong arms pinned her shoulders to the bed. One of her hands cupped a breast while the other stimulated her clit as Cameron rocked back and forth, slowly getting deeper. The schlicking, pounding, moaning, and squeaking of the bed became louder and louder, muffling her scattered thoughts. It felt like hours before Cameron pulled out and erupted all over her face, forcing her eyes shut. She howled as she finished her own climax minutes later as Cameron cleaned up, unable to feel or move her legs. Her mind plunged deeper into femininity, giving Kaitlyn another accomplishment from the experience.

               So this is how it feels… Kaitlyn smacked her lips, awkwardly trying to clean her face without swallowing any cum. Cameron helped before cuddling up next to her, ready to fall asleep. Kaitlyn fell asleep in his arms, silently appreciating his strong, warm security.

               Days flew by for Kaitlyn, as she was absorbed in her work and bettering herself for her family, always making progress toward becoming the person she had to be. Before long, she was getting mani-pedis with Nora and snuggling up with Cameron for movies. Many tears were shed at the funeral, but Kaitlyn stayed strong and uplifted her family as much as she could.

               As weeks passed, excitement grew for Kaitlyn’s college graduation. Cameron and Nora suggested all sorts of parties and vacations they could go on, but Kaitlyn shook her head. “As long as I’m with you guys, I don’t want anything big or special,” she said during the weekend they planned to celebrate. She got her wish – the family prepared a simple picnic that Saturday and headed out to the wilderness on Sunday to enjoy it.

               Excited as ever, Kaitlyn made herself extra attractive for the occasion. She wore a tight, low-cut, zebra-patterned tube top and a short dark skirt, loving the feeling of the sun on her skin. “You look so beautiful, babe,” Cameron commented as they walked, holding hands. Nora walked far behind them, enjoying nature. “Just for you, handsome,” Kaitlyn said with a cheesy wink. The couple exchanged a kiss and gazed into each other’s eyes. “I don’t know what I’d do without you, hon,” Kaitlyn breathed, enjoying Cameron’s embrace.

               At the end of the picnic, Nora pulled saran-wrapped Teriyaki-glazed meatballs and small vegetables skewers out of the basket. Everyone understood the message, and enjoyed them with extra appreciation. Kaitlyn volunteered to clean up while Cameron and Nora took a lap on the trail to play Pokémon GO, giving her some alone time to reflect on herself. The tiring weeks were successful in fading her memories as the man, Jack, but the final meal brought many of them back to light.

               The more Kaitlyn thought about her previous life, the more she realized how successful she was in her goal. She didn’t see Nora as a romantic partner, and loved her solely as a family member and motherly figure. On the other hand, her romance grew for Cameron with every passing day. The notion of Cameron being her son felt preposterous, and she wanted nothing more than to grow old with him.

               Kaitlyn thought back to the first days of her transformation, remembering how much she hated seeing any trace of her body. And now she loved it. Like any girl, she adored looking good and feeling a fresh breeze blow between two slender legs. Touch my legs! Kaitlyn giggled at a thought from last week when she commanded Cameron to feel her just-shaven legs. You’ve done it, Jack. You’ve really done it, she thought. You’ve become a young woman through and through.

              “Hey Kait!” Kaitlyn heard Cameron call as he sprinted up to her. “You okay?” he asked, noticing that she had hardly put anything away from their picnic. “Oh, haha yeah. Sorry, I spaced out for a bit,” she responded. “Now what could a brainiac like you be spacing out about?” Cameron asked in a lower voice. “Well, I can think of someone,” Kaitlyn replied in a similar tone. She wrapped her arms around Cameron’s head and back as they made out, loving everything that her new life had to offer.

That’s a wrap~ There are very few stories I’ve worked on as long as this one, so I hope you enjoyed. Thank you for reading. Thank you so, so much. :)

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RC = race change, AR = age regression

[pieroscit]

Essentially Black Rock Shooter OCs: Part 2

I was talking to Ripmin the other day and he mentioned that his character has arms that turn into shields and I remembered that I have a character that has essentially shields for arms, but since she comes in a trio, I again am posting 2 pieces of art!

These characters are essentially Black Rock Shooter OCs, but for those of you that don't know about that show [good show, nice watch], basically there's our world and then a parallel world that is a barren wasteland and basically occupies people who are the simplest embodiment of who you are, of who every individual is. And the only time they really do anything is affected by your emotions and interactions in the real world. You are friends with someone, your, essentially, alter egos are allies. You're not talking to someone or your brooding about someone or having a fight with them, they're gonna try and murder that person in alter-ego world. So yea.

I've made a bunch of these over the years, so you can see my very first iteration of "me" here: www.deviantart.com/pzab7022/ar… Shield is my latest/most recent emotionless alter ego. She the one after all my edginess. She has long hair like I like and I used to wear. She wearing a collared shirt because that is essentially what I am attached to and if I could wear them forever I would. I have a necklace with Mary on it that I always, always have on and even though I'm not really into being Catholic right now for reasons, it's still important, so she has a symbol for that. It's actually a big honking metal necklace too, you just can't see it cuz the chain is under her collar. She's got a sweater dress with layers because I really like sweaters and I really like poofy layered short dresses. She has long sweater sleeves because I like how warm they are and somehow sweaters make me feel like I can hide in their warmth and away from the world. Hence why they are also the shields. The shields shield her/me from the harshness of the world. I tend to go more on the defense than offense and I would rather get a good hit in and run back 6 feet so I don't get hit. Hit and evade, kind of like Muhammad Ali apparently did. The rings on her sweater are rings I wear on my fingers that are super important to me. Left ring is an amber ring [im polish, amber is important to us culturally and export wise] my dad got me, bottom right is my 18th birthday ring because 18 is important to my family and polish culture. and top right is my grandma's ring that she got from Russia that was hella expensive back in the day. She has heels because heels make me feel dainty and influence by my dancing career. They're shield looking shoes because the arms can't protect everything. Color scheme is mostly pink and purple because purple is my favorite color. The flowers in her hair are just pretty, but I also love the aesthetic of flowers, and innocence. Blindfold, smile and blushed cheeks are references to innocence and trying to pretend the world is different than it really is. That has so many connotations I am not getting into it. Simpinc is a play on simple. You can see the shitty drawing I managed to fit in next to the redesign. She was my second attempt at one of these. I was getting into Disgaea so it was more of a demon vibe and when I redesigned her I went for it, plus a chinese/those charm stuff. Asiany if I'll be racist. An amount of the characters in Black Rock had machine/ unnatural arms so I tried and I kept it in the redisgn. Mostly reds with the purplish hair. The hair is hair that I have, but not purple. She's got a sweater cuz sweaters are great and instead of a giant zipper, I did one of those wooden charms that says 'wish' because I am always wishing, whether towards a better future or a just a better day or maybe that the bus comes on time. Frilly skirt cuz yes. And now I am remembering being inspired by that street fighter girl, the chinese one that does the kicks, so Simpinc had white tights and small silk flats with bells on them. I was going for that lady's vibe. She also then became more of a fast kicker lady and uses the machine arm as a defense or blocker. I'm very good at kicking things. very good. The scars just look cool. haha. yea. So she's more emotionless than Shield, who smiles, and kicks super well and super fast. Her legs are her arms. Hope you enjoyed reading about them! June 10, 2019