#she just forgot he's touchy as hell too

[chaepink]

Hi i really loved ur content about submissive Kenma. Can u write a fic about kenma again🥺🥺 like the reader was so jealous because some ramdom girl is flirting with kenma. Thats why she ended up fucking him all night u knaurr

jealousy, jealousy | sub!kenma kozume

wc: 1k+ words | masterlist

dom!reader, pegging, possessiveness/jealously, begging, jealous sex, aftercare is mentioned though its not written, established relationship, slight crying

note : oh my god thank you! 😳

and im sorry but i forgot to write how the reader kept fucking him all night :,)

"Oh hello~ you're rather cute, aren't you?" You ignore the voice, thinking it was just a girl hitting on a random person. That's until you hear the high pitched voice again asking the person for their number, except it was closer this time and a familiar voice answers afterwards.

"N-No thanks... I'm not i-interested.."

You stray your attention from the item in your hand to the familiar voice and furrow your eyebrows when you see the scene.

Kenma, who's your boyfriend to make it clear, being flirted on by this clueless girl who, though he denied her advances once already, thinks she still has a shot and keeps on trying to talk to him. She's getting rather close to him too, making him have to take small steps backward in order to keep the distance between them comfortable, a slight blush on his cheeks.

You feel anger bubble up inside your body as you furrow your eyebrows, glaring at the girl. You know the emotion you're currently feeling loud and clear: jealously.

Knowing how Kenma hates being social and would rather stay inside and play video games over anything else, your boyfriend is probably hating all the attention that he is currently getting from her. Hell, judging by the facial expression he has on it seems that he would rather be anywhere else than at that very spot.

Having dated him for a while now, you know the poor boy won't find it in him to be able to find the words to shut her down directly. That's where you come in.

Taking a few deep breaths, you calm yourself down before you mindlessly do something you would regret. Walking towards the two, Kenma sees you and his eyes immediately light up, begging you to help him out of the situation.

Grabbing his hand more harsher than you meant, you immediately begin walking towards the cashier section while completely ignoring the girl right there.

"C'mon, babe. I'm done getting everything."

Kenma blushes at the venom in your tone. He could feel the jealousy radiating off you and honestly? It's rather hot.

But he can't help but be nervous about what's going to happen to him.

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"P-Please! i'm s-sorry!" He lets out another sob as you hit all the right spots in him with your strap. Due to the sheer size of it, it fills him up almost too perfectly, making him whine and whimper underneath you as you continue to pound his insides.

Tears brim his eyes as you brutally fuck him stupid. All he can do is lay there as pleasure courses through his body in waves making him unable to do anything without being shocked with pleasure seconds later. He's a pillow princess, really, but oh do you love it.

Mere minutes if not seconds after you entered the shared apartment between you two do you already have him trapped on the bed underneath you, one of your biggest straps entering and exiting him easily and quickly due to prep. His top half is still covered by a hoodie as you were too focused on revealing his bottom half.

"Oh don't worry, baby." You clench your teeth. Your thighs are absolutely burning but you don't dare stopping for even a second. You remember how touchy the girl was being with Kenma and you speed up your thrusts even more, jealously fueling your adrenaline. "I know you're sorry. Just gotta make sure that the next time that girl sees you-," you start to say. "Well the next time anyone has their eye on you, they'll see the hickeys on your neck and decide to leave what what's mine alone."

A shiver runs down Kenma's spine as your possessiveness makes blood run far down his body. His hands make its way into your back, latching on and digging his nails into your skin, making you hiss from the slight pain it causes. The grip you have on his hips is hard enough to leave a mark but it allows you to easily fuck in and out of him and be able to control the pace.

"You're mine, yeah? No one else's. Mine."

He whimpers as a particular thrust of your strap has him arching his back and letting out a almost pornographic moan. Fuck, he looks absolutely breathtaking right now.

"Y-Yes- fuck! I'm y-yours."

You latch your teeth onto his neck and bite down, making Kenma mewl out from the slight pain. Making sure to leave a few more bite marks and love bites, you lick a few to soothe the pain. You don't care if they only stay for a few days, knowing you would leave more in the near future.

"Fuck- i'm close!"

With that information, you switch from quick, hard thrusts to slower, deeper ones that make Kenma's toes curl and eyes roll from the sheer pleasure he's feeling. He lets out another moan.

"Go on, baby. Cum for me, alright?"

And with that, Kenma lets loose. Whines, moans, and whimpers fill the room as your boyfriend stains the bed and his hoodie with cum. You continue slowly fucking him to ease him down from his high and Kenma whines from sensitivity when you pull out, leaving him to clench around nothing.

"Good boy," you say, kissing his cheek. He blushes red from the praise, almost as if you weren't fucking his brains out mere seconds ago. "You did so good for me." You're about to leave to clean him up until he grabs your arm, stopping you. You raise an eyebrow at him.

"Um... w-what about you though?" It takes a moment for you to process his question but once you do, you can't help but smile.

"Aw sweetie," you coo, making him blush even harder at the new pet name. "Don't worry about me, I'm just glad you enjoyed it."

As you go and get a wet towel to clean him up, he reaches to his neck and gently touches the hickeys and bite marks you've left there. Though it hurts as he slowly presses down on a bruise and he has to stop himself from letting out a whimper, he can't help but smile, a dark blush adorning his cheeks.

He's yours.

ty for reading to the end! ❤ - chaepink

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[billy-macher-stu-loomis]

like a deer — yandere! poly! stuilly x male! prescott! reader

length: 1.1k

requested by 🌀!!

the plot of this one one got away from me a little bit whoops

major tws: murder (duh), graphic depictions of violence, major character death (it’s not you or our pretty boys though <3), knifeplay? idk they get real fucking horny with it, dubcon!! serious dubcon with the knife stuff, billy also gets kinda slutty with blood too srry, a kind of graphic description of a roadkill deer, some of that nice 90s internalized homophobia, obsessive behavior, possessive behavior, manipulation/coercion? sort of?, these little homosexual freaks are unhinged (you included)

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The first to go was Casey Becker.

Your next door neighbor.

They’d found her hanging from a tree in her front yard, gutted like a deer.

You, of course, had been the first person questioned by the police. Shaken and disturbed, you’d quickly found solace in your best friends, Billy and Stu.

~~~

The glass of Stu’s bedroom window was cold against your knuckles as you rapped on it. You only had to wait a moment in the freezing cold before the window slid open, a sleepy Billy rubbing his eyes as he let you inside.

“You forgot to put the spare key back under the doormat, you asshole,” you grumble to Stu as you clamber into his massive rich-boy bed. The taller boy giggles, wrapping his arms around you.

The two of them had always been touchy with you. Always with a hand on your hip or your lower back, an arm slung over your shoulders, interlaced fingers…

(You had your own suspicions that Billy and Stu might be…together, but you’d never say it aloud.)

It was totally normal for guys to share a bed at a sleepover, right? Girls do it all the time.

Totally normal.

~~~

Next to go was your girlfriend, Heather.

You didn’t feel sad. You felt…numb. You felt nothing.

I’m just so sad that I can’t even feel anything, you reasoned with yourself, trying not to think too much about Billy’s hand wandering a little closer to your ass than usual as he wrapped you up in a sympathetic hug. That’s it. Of course. Boys always feel relieved when their girlfriends die. That’s totally normal. Everything’s fine.

~~~

One by one, your friend group was shrinking. People were being killed off left and right. You’d gotten the news about Janis right you and Billy left the movie theater. Sadie had been found in the pool by her big brother while you were busy beating Stu ass at Chutes and Ladders. When Wyatt turned up dead, you’d been taking a joyride with Billy in his dad’s Viper. When Teddy died, you’d been getting ice cream with Stu.

All four were found gutted.

Like deer.

Despite how much they’d been hanging out with you as of late, you’d declined Billy and Stu’s invitation to come hunting with them that weekend.

~~~

“You wanna come over after school? My dad’s outta town, so we can watch whatever the hell we want.”

“Can’t. I’ve got, uh, homework,” you lie, refusing to meet Billy’s eyes as you slammed your locker shut and hurried away.

~~~

“You’ve been avoiding us all week,” Billy accuses, stepping in front of the door to block your exit as you try to leave the cafeteria

“Did we do something wrong?” Stu asks anxiously, fluttering around by Billy’s side.

“No! No. Of course not.”

“Then why are you avoiding us?”

You bite your lip, nervous to tell them the truth.

“I’m afraid you two will be next.”

~~~

Absently, you wonder how Stu’s going to get all of that blood out of his nice beige sweater. You’d bought him that sweater last year for Christmas.

Stu kneels in front of you, resting his bloody hands on your hips as he looks up at you imploringly. “Please forgive us?”

How do you get blood out of clothes? Cold water? Or— is it warm water? Sidney would know. You ought to ask her.

“Baby?” Stu begs, his fingers curling in your shirt as he grips you tightly.

Oh. Right. You can’t ask Sidney.

She’s dead.

Billy is skillfully using his body to block your view of the carnage on the floor, doing his best to keep you from freaking out.

His hands are on you, running through your hair, lightly touching your cheek. He’s sticky, with your sister’s blood, your father’s blood, Stu’s blood, his own blood, and fucking corn syrup.

“Sweetheart?” Stu questions, hooking a finger through the belt loop of your jeans and tugging on it lightly. “See? We love you.”

You’re horrified. They murdered thirteen people to show their love.

(You would’ve been fine with just a box of chocolates and some flowers, but y’know. Billy refuses to half-ass things.)

“Do you need us to prove it to you?”

Stu’s got a crazed look in his eye that makes you shrink back. But Billy’s grip on you is tight enough that you can barely move at all, forced to watch as Stu yanks off his ruined sweater, unabashedly moaning like a slut when the fabric catches on his fresh stab wounds, ripping back open the flesh that was so desperately trying to knit itself back together.

Billy hands Stu his buck knife, watching with rapt attention as the man holds it over his chest. Stu doesn’t even flinch, watching in a trance as the tip of the blade sinks into his flesh, droplets of red already welling to the surface. He drags the blade along his skin, carving your initials into his chest, right above his heart.

When he’s finished, he hands the knife back to Billy, who reverently takes it, studying the fresh red sheen on the metal before pressing his tongue flat against the side of the blade and licking off Stu’s blood.

You look away, disgusted and somehow turned on at the same time.

(You can’t help but sneak a look when the two boys share a messy, blood- and spit-soaked kiss. Fuck.)

Billy yanks off his corn syrup-stained white shirt, tossing it carelessly on the floor, where it hits your dead father in the face. He steadies the knife, holding it over his chest and doing the same thing as Stu just did.

You choke out a sob, unable to rectify this image of your boys as psychotic murderers with the image of them just last night, cuddling up with you in bed and leeching off of your warmth and rambling about horror movies.

“Sweetheart?” Billy murmurs, cupping your face in his hand. “Look. Look, see? We love you. We love you.”

They love you. They love you.

You keep mentally repeating that mantra to yourself. Even as you are forced to scrunch your eyes through the pain of the knife carving two sets of initials into your chest. Even as you look at the bodies of your sister and father one last time. Even as Billy scoops you up to carry you to Stu’s van in a way that’s supposed to be playful but just comes across as a final doomed death sentence, the clang! of a prison door slamming shut. You repeat your mantra even as you pass by the bodies of Randy and Dewey; even the mutilated body of that obnoxious bitch from Top Story makes you have to look away.

They love you. They love you.

Stu drives, on the lamb. Billy lays in the back with you, curled up with you on the bed in Stu’s stupid “shaggin’ wagon”.

Your eyes are glued to the smiley-face shaped air freshener dangling from Stu’s rear view mirror. You can’t look at Billy right now.

They love you. They love you.

You can almost trick yourself into believing it, at least for a little while.

But the sight of the dead deer on the side of the road, visible through the front windshield, its chest smashed and broken like a piñata, sends you spiraling.

When you look back at the stupid air freshener hanging from the mirror, its bright yellow face smiling at you only feels mocking and cruel. All you can see is Casey’s body hanging from that damned tree.

They love you. They love you.

[newtkive]

pixels [newt x reader - modern text au]

ch. 4 - agoraphobia and burger king on 5th street

summary: a personal experience provides a way for newt to connect to y/n.

warnings: strong language, mental health talk, depression, medication (its my literal prescription i mention oops this is like a self insert fr), mutual pining, none really.

➥ m.list

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THE GLADE

[ 10:52 am ]

y/n: it’s official yall

drugs saved my life

tommy: huh??

minho: same

newt: wow, i’ve never seen your name on my screen before 12 pm

y/n: shut the hell up bitch

newt: ouch, touchy

minho: woah

touchy 👀

are yallll..?

y/n: you’re sick

tommy: are we going to ignore the drugs statement??

like hello are u ok ??

newt: you’re annoying minho

minho: yea <3 😊

notice how they didn’t say no

y/n: you guys just don’t understand how a girl like me needs beauty sleep..

and no we aren’t

gally: all that beauty sleep and ur still walking around with that mug.. yikes.

y/n: 😑

i hate you i haete you i dhateoyifu

minho: great she’s having a fit

y/n: no one cares about me

and you think i’m ugly

this is so sick

and you don’t even care that i’m on drugs

☹️😭😭😭😭 done.

newt: no one said that love

gally that was rude

minho: BRUHHHHH

here she goes

tommy: I CAREE????????

DO I NEED TO COMEGET YOU????

y/n: yes 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

before i do something crazy 😭😭💣

minho: THE BOMB IS WILD

tommy: stay where you are

i have your location

newt: uhhh

y/n: pause what

minho: tommy why would you admit to that

tommy: im On my way! what’s the issue

sorry autocorrect

y/n: WHY DO YOU HAVE MY LOCATION????

gally: can you guys shut the fuck up

minho: the drama queen is here 😍

gally: stop

alby: I have it on Life360, I imagine Thomas does as well. In fact I have all of your locations.

y/n: oh

i forgot about that app..

minho: i didn’t. i get a notif that newt’s phone is at 5% all the goddamn time

even tho he said he deleted it

newt: just turn it off then

i redownloaded it don't track my app intake

minho: no it makes me feel less lonely

y/n: awwwww

idk how you do that newt

newt: do what?

y/n: not charge your phone

if my phone gets below like 15% then the monsters will get me

tommy: omg me tooo 🥹

newt: i was about to say you sound like tommy.

tommy: don’t say that!

she’s on drugs i don’t want to sound like an addict 😔

newt: she isn’t on drugs thomas

tommy: she literally said she is newt :/

5 mins and i’m there y/n

y/n: are you actually fr

thomas..

we live very far away sweetie

newt: i mean

if you were in trouble you don’t think we’d come get you?

tommy: ^^

but life360 says you’re at the burger king on 5th

minho: no that’s me LOOOL

y/n: NEWTTT ☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️

tommy: wtf

i’m the one who’s coming to get u

why does he get the credit

minho: no tommy you’re coming to get me

tommy: oh yippee i get to see my friend 🤗

newt: ewwwwww

y/n: EWWWWW

tommy: OH STOP IT

y/n: why burger king of all places min

minho: why drugs of all things y/n

gally: she’s not doing drugs are you guys fuckin insane

y/n: yes i am

it’s 10 mg of fluoxetine 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

ONCE A DAY!!!!!!

IM ADDICTED

newt: no you aren’t, 10 mg is the smallest dose

minho: told y’all she was on drugs

y/n: ???????

minho: over the year

you’re too hyper to not be on some crack shit

tommy: oh stop that’s not nice.

newt: it’s not drugs like that minho stop.

tommy: uhoh he brought out the . at the end

y/n: it’s just for anxiety cuz i can’t leave the house without going into a breakdown

minho: she got acrophobia

told y’all she was mental

newt: what the fuck are you talking about

tommy: oh i know that word

fear of spiders 🕷️

minho: wtf no

fear of outside

y/n: i’m not afraid of outside

newt: that’s agoraphobia you fucking dumbass

y/n: 😍

i did NOT mean to send that lol oops

newt: ??

oh, okay

minho: when he’s a know it all 😍

when she’s agoraphobic 😍

y/n: when he’s at burger king on 5th because he has no food in his fridge and can only afford a $1.99 whopper with the coupons from the newspaper 😍😍😍😍

minho: 😒😑

newt: LMFAOOOO

GOOD THAT

minho: british people be so annoying

saying shit like gormless minger and good that be sooo real rn

newt: i have never said gormless minger in my whole 26 years of life.

y/n: you just did bro

newt: call me bro again

y/n: bro

brosive

brother

stepbro

minho: laughed until i saw the last msg :/

newt: 😑

y/n: ok youre the perverts

minho: cant you take your prozac and turn back to normal now

y/n: so you DO know what it is..

gally: wym 'back to normal' like there was smth before this??

y/n: real i been like this for life

tommy: i got whopper and two large fries and mozzarella sticks

newt: wow

y/n: wow just call him a fatass newt.

newt: i would never, stop

y/n: 2 large fries is kinda crazy tho

tommy: i have to get enough to share with my friend

minho

gally: surprised you have friends

tommy: yeah you are not one.

gally: RUDE?

y/n: WELL LMFAO

minho: i literally already ate also gally ur not my friend either

newt: same

alby: same

gally: well why tf am i in here

y/n: well you're my friend!

gally: great.

y/n: not with that attitude..

tommy: y/n you're ok though right??

y/n: yes tommy im fine sweetie

go eat your food

tommy: okay i wish you could share these fries with me

y/n: me too :(

minho: i don't

big back would eat em all

y/n: i actually hate you

__

newt

[ 11:45 am ]

newt: hey

y/n: hiii :D whats up??

newt: idk why but this feels like secretly texting you across the room at a party

y/n: actually tho

picture me giving u a look from across the room

newt: you would blow our cover immediately

i just wanted to let you know if you needed any like,, advice or something with your new medicine i'm here for you. i take the same stuff on top of lexapro

y/n: oh really?

newt: yeah i do

y/n: newt :( thank you

i am a bit nervous to start it tbh

newt: i understand, i was too

but hopefully it'll change things for the better

y/n: i hope so

i didn't realize you dealt with anxiety n stuff

newt: more than you know

you aren't the only one and you aren't alone w it

y/n: you're sweet newt, thank you

newt: don't mention it :))

sorry the smiley was creepy

y/n: lmao no i like it

if you need to talk or anything too i’m always here

newt: yeah?

y/n: of course ): you’re my pookie

newt: one day you gotta let go of that word lmao

y/n: but you love it tho

newt: you tell yourself that

actually are you free rn?

y/n: yeah! i’m just about home what’s up?

newt: i’m bored so pick up the phone

y/n: NEWT LMAO

ok fine 😒

[lanaswritingbook]

I can’t tell you 2/2

oh wow guys this is embarrassing… I’ve been in a bad writing block for like months now. And I felt really bad for not finishing this part 2 bc I hate when ppl do that to me so I hope you enjoy 😭 (it’s rushed but i’m trying to get started again)

Dave Lizewski x Black!Plus Size Reader

Pt. 1- https://www.tumblr.com/spenceswife/712542712672452608/i-cant-tell-you-12

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The gym door slammed loudly as Dave watched Yn storm out the gymnasium.

His chest tightened as he thought over their conversation. How could she think he was cheating?

But could he blame her? The scene was… misleading.

Dave shook his head while combing through his curly hair anxiously. He had to make it right.

-

It had been 3 days since Yn spoke to Dave. He texted her everyday and tried to get her attention in school but she constantly blew him off like he did to her previously.

His friends wondered why they didn’t see the touchy couple together anymore so they decided to confront Dave and the comic shop.

When the bell rang hinting someone entered Dave found his group at their normal table arguing about something.

“Hey guys” Dave spoke swinging his backpack in the booth.

“You look like shit.” Marty spoke making Todd slap his chest.

“Wrong approach but he’s right. What’s wrong with you dude” Todd crossed his arms ready to listen.

“Yn thinks I cheated on her…” they both look at each other surprised.

“Well did you?” Marty asked in shock

“Hell no! I love her with all my heart I could never. It was really a misunderstanding I just can’t say what.” he took a breathy sigh clearly in distress.

“I mean I believe you dude, but that’s some sketchy shit. I don’t know she’ll forgive you.” Todd furrowed his brows.

“How about this you know Jessica?” Marty raised his brows with a smirk

“Yeah why…” Dave asked more confused

“Well she’s at Yn studying and gonna meet me here in about 30. So how about you trap your girl and apologize the right way.” Lizewski stared his friend down thinking of the idea.

“… I have nothing else to choose from so fine. Wish me luck” He grabbed his bag standing up accidentally bumping into a counter while walking towards the door.

-

Dave snuck through her window, luckily she had a fire escape so it was easy for him to enter.

She wasn’t in her room but her bathroom light was on meaning she was still home.

He passed shortly back n forth thinking about what he wanted to say until he heard a voice breaking through.

“Why are you here Dave?” Yn walked towards her bed sitting not even looking him in the eye.

But Dave couldn’t help but stare he missed seeing her like this. Comfy.

She was wearing a long shirt and shorts with her curls going every direction. She looked perfect to him

“Look please listen to me. I would never hurt you and that includes never cheating. I love you so much and I would love to tell the reason of what you heard, but I just can’t right now it’s too dangerous. I’ll tell you eventually but I just have to figure this out first I promise i’d never hurt you intentionally baby please…” Yn saw the glint in Dave’s eye that he was telling the truth.

And she didn’t see the nervous tic he does when he lies so she caved and wrapped her arms around his neck.

He closed his eyes thanking the angles above for giving his own back.

“You’d never hurt me?” Yn whispered playing with his loose curls as her face was stuck between his neck and shoulder.

“Never in my life, you’re the one I protect the most. Literally…” her face scrunched at the last part but quickly forgot about it as she was happy he was in her presence.

[kitthepurplepotato]

Chapter 5 - Is this a date?!

Summary: Kirishima has no idea what’s going on. Y/N takes the matter in her own hands and forces his himbo to ask her on a date. The date ends with a quite a lot of uhm… surprises.

Warnings: Swear words + Y/N wants to kiss Kirishima constantly. 😂

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Okay, so… Kirishima is really fucking confused. He’s so confused he even decided not to get a coffee today because he genuinely can’t look into Y/N’s eyes without dropping dead on the floor.

He’s met a lot of uhm… touchy people during his short little life, one of them being him to be honest, but…. None of his friends have kissed him on the mouth before. Okay, that’s a lie, Tetsutetsu did but he was absolutely wasted and for some weird reason he thought he’s his girlfriend. He also almost kissed Katsuki out of pure worry once. Nevermind.

Also, his heart didn’t erupt like a fucking lava inside his chest when Tetsutetsu kissed him, but obviously, Kirishima is a big boy, he knows why is his heart having a hard time with doing normal things like beating in a regular pattern and he’s absolutely not ashamed of his ridiculous crush on the barista next door but like… why did she kiss him? And what’s up with that promise? You can’t just promise that to someone, you can’t just throw your life away to live in an unhappy marriage for the rest of your life just to prove your point, can you?

Maybe the kiss was an accident. Technically, it barely touched his mouth. Yeah. It can still be a friendly gesture if he thinks about it that way even though that doesn’t explain the marriage thing but…

“She kissed you because she fucking likes you, what the fuck, Eijirou?!” Katsuki yells into Kirishima’s face out of the blue.

“She doesn’t hate me and maybe she feels pity for me for having an obvious crush on her. Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, sir.”

Katsuki is clearly about to have a meltdown but he braces himself for the sake of his friend.

“She likes me too and yet here I am, untouched. She gives out free coffee to the people she likes, not fucking kisses and promises to marry them.”

Katsuki has a point. But…

“Do not fucking ‘but’ me, you absolute moron. Get the fuck out of the building, your shift is fucking over and all you did was writing your girlfriends first name and your last name all over the official paperwork so honestly, I don’t fucking want to see you here anymore.”

“I’m so sorry, Katsuki…”

“No.”

“I mean it… I’ll stay and fix this, I’m really sorry…”

“Get the fuck out, Eijirou!”

Kirishima has been thrown out of his own office by a sparking hand. What a shameful day. He leaves the building with his head held low, moping towards the nearest train station because Kirishima was so fucking all over the place this morning that he forgot he owns a motorbike. He also got fined on the train because he forgot to buy a ticket. What a shitty day.

“You forgot something this morning?” The sound of an angel comes from the coffee shop he’s walking past by. Kirishima looks up and he feels like he just flew to fucking heaven. It’s his favorite barista in cool, edgy clothing, a lollipop hanging from her mouth. She looks at Kirishima with a beautiful, offended gaze which doesn’t make any sense because he’s quite sure he didn’t hurt any puppies today or like… ever.

“Hi.” Well done, Kirishima. The awkward smile and the even more awkward head rubbing is definitely the way to every woman’s heart. “Are you finished for today?”

“Are you asking me on a date, himbo?”

Kirishima’s face becomes the color of his hair.

“Oh, I would never… I mean I would, hundred percent, oh my god, but… like I didn’t…” Kirishima can’t form any more stupid words as Y/N shoves her lollipop into his mouth to shut him up.

The lollipop that was in her mouth a second ago.

That’s an indirect kiss. Hell, that’s an indirect make out session.

This is how Kirishima dies. Or maybe, he already died and this is just his brain showing him all the good things he missed by fucking dying at the humble age of 26. Or is it 27? Hm, maybe 25. He forgot. He’s definitely less than 30. That’s all he knows.

“So where are you taking me, hubby?” Y/N nonchalantly hangs to Kirishima’s arm like it’s no biggie while Kirishima has a meltdown inside. What’s happening right now?! What is this shenanigan?! This must be one of Y/N’s pranks. Yeah. That’s okay. He can live with that. He can just pretend he’s not about to have a heart attack from Y/N’s closeness and play the hubby, whatever that means. Is it like “buddy” but in homosexual? But Kirishima is straight. Well, mostly. He’s the kinda guy who certainly can love anything and everything, he believes that love is love and the gender doesn’t matter, but he only had crushes on women. Because women are really manly and Y/N is the manliest of them all.

“Wanna grab something to eat in the arcade?”

That’s a good place, right? They can play games, have something to eat, enjoy a few drinks… it’s also a place where people go with their friends but they also go there for a date so…

Not like he actually believes this is a date. Nuh-uh. He’s gullible but not that much. Y/N is just teasing again.

… right?

~•🪨•~

You did it. You asked Red Riot out on a date! Okay, well, that’s a lie, you kinda forced him to take YOU out on a date but that doesn’t matter because now you are standing in front of the coolest arcade in the area with your favorite himbo. You also walked through half of the city with your arm entwined with his and it felt fucking great.

“Let’s get something to eat.” You pull the man inside, following the lovely scent of popcorn. “Can I have a big ass tray of French fries with ketchup and mayo and bowl of mozzarella sticks? Uh, and can I have a box of pocky? Also, that cheesecake looks lovely, can I have a slice with two forks, please? Uh, and a strawberry milkshake with two straws!”

“Are you hungry, Y/N?” Kirishima giggles next to you and asks for a small popcorn. Oh, that fucking giggle will be the death of you, how can such a massive, bulky man be so adorable?!

“Are you not?” You look at the small box of popcorn in his hand but he only smiles at that. “Not really!”

Kirishima and the bartender exchanges a knowing look and while you definitely don’t like that you let them do whatever they want because the only thing you can focus on is the massive tray of food right in front you.

~•🪨•~

… okay, maybe… you bought too much. Technically, you could stuff some more food into yourself without feeling sick but you need to have some space for the desert.

“I can finish this for you if you don’t want it!” Kirishima gives you a gleaming smile and takes a fry from your tray. Damn, those teeth.

“So… are your teeth… uhm… when you kiss someone, do you tend to cut them by accident!”

Kirishima chokes on his fry. It’s hilarious.

“Khm…” He coughs a few times before he manages to answer. “I had a few accidents when I was younger but I think I’m doing okay now.”

“Can you show me?”

“Y/N!”

Ahh, it’s so much fun to tease him, goddamnit. It was worth waking up today.

“Haha, joking… for now.”

Red Riot finishes your fries with his face red as your uncle’s hair. Amazing.

Now it’s time for your second attack.

“Why don’t you try the shake? It’s really good!” You take a sip from your own straw for great measure, lips playing with the end of it. You push the second straw over to face him, your eyes full of challenge.

Red Riot understands your cheeky intentions, and by that, you mean he gets even more red if that’s possible. Apparently, it is. He leans in close, takes the second straw, your foreheads almost touching as he takes a skip, his eyes never leaving yours. Now it’s your time to get red like your hair.

“It’s really nice. Sweet.” Kirishima mutters, barely moving away from his straw; his strawberry scented breath fanning your face. Oh how much you want to kiss him right now. Oh, fuck, this was a terrible idea. His eyes are so fucking beautiful, the prettiest shade of crimson with a hint of pinkish undertone to them. How dare he be born with those eyes?!

“Yeah. Really sweet. And handsome.” You mumble out loud; you tear yourself away from the situation, your face boiling hot as you look anywhere but him.

“That’s an interesting way to describe a beverage but… it’s okay.”

“I wasn’t talking about the shake, you himbo.”

Oh boy. You can cut the tension with a fucking knife right now. Is this the time when you just ask him to bring you over to his place to…

Do not finish that sentence, Y/N. Do not. This is your first fucking date. It’s not appropriate.

“Uhm… thank you? You are also handsome… I mean… pretty. You perfume is really nice. Is it new?”

“Yeah, I got it a few days ago. It’s for… special occasions.”

“Is this… a special occasion?” He stutters and you are quite sure you could cook an egg on his face right now.

“Yeah… a really special one.” You mutter under your nose before you shake your head to clear your thoughts. It doesn’t help. “Wanna play the pocky game?” You literally shriek into his face. Honestly, you can’t be more obvious than this, can you?

… well, apparently you can. By the confused look on his pretty little face he has no idea why you want to play that game. He’s such a himbo and thank god he is because there is no way in heaven this is appropriate.

“Let’s see how far can you go. The winner gets a second date.”

“Oh! Okay!” The stupid himbo perks up, not even realizing that it doesn’t matter who wins because even if he looses he still gets a second date.

Is it too soon to say that you genuinely love this guy? Probably. Not like you ever cared about what’s acceptable and what not.

You take a pocky out of the pocket and put the end into your mouth.

Kirishima stares at a pocky for a second then it seems like an idea just popped into his head because he STARTS SHREDDING THE FUCKING POCKY with his shark teeth, looking like a bunny in the middle of a raging meltdown, pieces of biscuits flying all over as he shreds and shreds and shreds, and honestly, you are not sure your face won’t be eaten by the end of it, and you don’t mean that in a good way. Obviously, you can’t help but move away, genuinely terrified by the sound his teeth make as they collide with the poor edible stick and he takes is as a win, clearly over the moon as he stares at you with his stupid puppy eyes, his teeth full on display.

“Red, No!” You reprimand and Red makes a sad puppy face. Why is he so cute?!

“I’ll show you, okay?” You put a new pocky inside his mouth and start eating the candy stick slowly, smiling at him cheekily as you get closer and closer to the middle. “Now do the same.”

And he does. He’s so close. He’s so flushed. There is barely any pocky left so you turn your head to face sideways, letting him come closer to take the last bit of the pocky; your lips touch for a second, the minuscule touch electrifying your whole body and when Eijirou freezes and doesn’t move further, you close the remaining distance…

“Excuse me, uhm… sorry to interrupt, I’m glad your date is going well, but you are making the customers uncomfortable.”

You both jump away from each other. Also, he doesn’t look sorry at all. The guy looks fucking smug.

“We are really sorry, sir.” Eijirou gets all flushed right away, eyes staring at the concrete like a child caught eating his boogers.

You decide to not say a thing because all you can think about is death threats and being kicked out of the arcade would definitely ruin the date.

He quickly eats your leftovers in shame then you two go into the arcade to play some games, finally free from the judging looks of those lonely bozos in the food court. You were so close to kiss him. So fucking close! Goddamnit!

Red Riot tries his best to win you all the stuffed animals possible. You already have a bag worth of random stuff and he just… can’t stop.

He makes his way to one that has different rings and necklaces inside and they look quite high quality as well. It costs more coins for a round but Eijirou is set on winning some because “giving jewelry to a lady is really manly” so you let him do his thing. You don’t appreciate being ignored for the sake of it, but what can you do. Clearly, Eijirou likes a good challenge.

“I can do this.” Suddenly, Eijirou turns over to give you a bone crushing hug. “I will get you the prettiest ring. I promise.

He’s really struggling with this one. Also, you are quite sure he spent your weekly wage already.

“Ei, it’s fine. Let’s play something else.”

“No.”

For your surprise, when he turns over to fucking snarl at you, half of his face is hardened. He doesn’t look okay.

“Hey, what if I try?” You mumble, going all shy from his aggressive behavior. No, not because you are scared. It’s more like … uhm… he’s kinda hot? Okay, he’s a little bit creepy but at the same time… it’s really sweet how he goes all hot and bothered just because he wants to give you something valuable. You really do appreciate the passion even though you would definitely prefer it in another way, like for instance with his tongue down your throat or… something.

Fuck, you really want to kiss him, it’s actually getting pathetic at this point. “Or I can give you a motivating kiss? Would that help?”

Yup. You are absolutely pathetic.

Eijirou’s face softens at that. He touches his own skin, probably just realizing how worked up he was just a second ago, a tiny blush decorating his pretty face, probably from the embarrassment.

“You saw me loosing my mind over a stupid claw machine and you still want to kiss me?” He mutters and damn, how hard it is to not go for his lips right away.

“I think it was really passionate. Really manly. I like it.” You move towards him to leave a kiss on his cheek. “Get me the prettiest ring you can, Red Riot.” You mumble to his cheeks, slowly moving towards his lips to tease him. You pull away right before your lips are about to graze his and honestly, it probably hurts you more than it hurts him.

“On it.” He breaths out, downright panting.

The he wins.

He fucking wins.

“Oh my god, you actually did it!” You jump around happily as Eijirou crouches down to get his prize. You crouch down next to him to take a good look, but Ei turn away from you and opens the box without letting you see the ring. “Hey!”

“Wait, I want to give it to you properly!” He mutters, then turns towards you, still crouching. “Y/N! I really-really like you.”

Your heart makes a somersault inside your chest. He’s stating the obvious, but somehow it still makes you feel all tingly-tangly; you guess this is how it feels like when someone you actually like confesses to you. Damn, these heart palpitations are not a joke.

“I… I really like you too, Eijirou.” You admit sheepishly. For some reason, he doesn’t look to affected by your words which stings a bit but oh well.

“I promise you I’ll… I’ll get better. Stronger. I’ll learn how to love myself. This ring…” he finally pulls out the ring from behind his back and takes your hand in his. Then it’s silence. He takes a deep breath to calm down.

Oh my god.

Oh my fucking god.

You are all about the YOLO, but this a bit… too much?! Too soon?!

Okay, who are you kidding, you literally can’t say no this man. You literally knew this man will be the end game since day 1. You don’t need to date him for several years to know that he’s… special.

“With this ring, I promise you that I’ll become the best version of myself and then… I’ll marry you. Because you deserve the best and nothing less, Y/N. So… I know it’s a lot to ask but… will you wait for me?”

Eijirou puts the ring on your ring finger. It’s a beautiful silver ring with a crimson colored gem in the middle. It’s actually gorgeous.

Don’t cry. Don’t fucking cry.

Your favorite hero just proposed to you with a ring from a claw machine. With a ring he technically spent half of your rent money on right in front of your eyes. With a ring he worked so hard for that even his quirk acted up from it.

“Okay.” A few stray tears escape from your eyes so you quickly rub them away. “I’ll… I’ll marry you, you himbo. I promise. Don’t make me wait for too long though, yeah?”

“Why are you crying? Was that too much? I was an absolute idiot, wasn’t I? That’s so selfish of me, I’m sorry…”

“Oh my god, shut the fuck up!” You let yourself fall into his arms, your own arms snaking around his neck to pull him closer, toppling the both of you over. You two end up lying on the floor, hugging like two idiots and you only hope that no one will come over to this corner in the next few seconds because you are quite sure you’ll be kicked out for inappropriate behavior if they do. “Wanna come to mine?”

Eijirou’s face is as red as his hair and it’s hilarious. “To your… flat?!”

“Yeah. To my flat. I have some wine we can share. We can watch a movie… I have some old school Crimson Riot stuff somewhere in a box, we could… go through it together?”

“You have Crimson Riot stuff in your flat?!”

Well, apparently coming to your flat was only cheeky until Crimson Riot wasn’t involved. He’s such a fucking geek.

“Duh. Where do you think that old ass poster was coming from? Santa?”

“Y/N… this is the best day of my life!”

“Well, I’m glad that all I needed to do was to mention Crimson Riot for you to actually appreciate our date.” You roll your eyes offendedly as you finally stand up from the dirty floor.

“No, it was the best day anyway but now it’s the best best day! Double best day! Triple! Quadruple! I don’t know what comes after that I’m afraid, I’m quite dumb.”

You can’t help but laugh at that.

“You are such a himbo, I swear to god.” You reach out for him to help him up. “Come on now, hubby. Let’s continue our date at mine.”

“Yes, sir.”

~•🪨•~

“Well, this is my flat. Well, technically it’s my uncle’s. He’s uhm… loaded.” You mutter under your nose as you put the key into the lock.

Then you change your mind and pull it out.

One last chance for that cheeky kiss. One last fucking chance. You can do this. “Before we go in, I want to… uhm… thank you for today. I had so much fun and thank you… for your promise. I also want to give you something, it’s definitely not a big deal or anything but…” You slowly turn around to face the big red man. Haha. The big red man. Like the big red dog. That’s funny.

…

Anyway.

You slowly stand on your tiptoes, trying your best to reach Eijirou’s lips. You make sure to give him enough time to be able to move away if he’s not comfortable, but by the glassines of his eyes as he stares at your lips, you have no reason to worry. He looks like he’s not even on this planet, his breath is ragged and he doesn’t blink at all, like he’s trying to remember every single second of this. His eyes close when you are too close for him to actually be able to see anything, and you are just about to kiss him senseless, when your door randomly opens. Aggressively. Eijirou jumps up so high he almost bumps his head into the ceiling.

“Did you forget how to open your own door, you silly sausage? … oh. Oh!” Crimson Riot stares at your companion with a shit eating grin of his face.

… oh fuck.

… next chapter!

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✧Sticking to the Script✧-10

⋆｡°✩ 10-action!

"Take five everyone!" you heard Furina yell as you saw her walk by with an ice pack covering her head. Chiori quickly followed her escorting her out of the room.

"What happened?" you asked Lyney, who was helping you run lines. "Some freshman accidentally dropped a sword prop on her head. Thankfully it was one of the lighter ones." he replied.

You watched Furina hold back tears as she left the room, she didn't want to let a minor injury get in the way of the play. "The show must go on!" as per usual.

"So now that we have a break, do you wanna talk about that?" he asked, gesturing to your ring. He grabbed your wrist and inspected the piece of jewelry. "Archons, that's one hell of a ring." he was still admiring the intricate design, observing the way the gems shone in the light.

You giggled, "Yeah, I know." you caught yourself admiring the ring more times than you'd like to admit. "Must've cost your boyfriend a fortune." Lyney joked. "Trust me, it did." you responded.

"How much?"

"$30,000." you winced, not wanting to be too loud, you weren't risking getting robbed.

"30K?!" Lyney shouted, shocked. The two of you got some questioning looks from the other students, before quickly resuming their personal converstions.

"30K?!" Lyney repeated, whisper-shouting. You nodded. "Well it was more like 20k-25k, Xingqiu wasn't sure of the price." you explained fiddling with the piece of jewelry. Lyney's mouth was wide open. "It was more of a present from his dad than from him though." you added.

"Wait-how long have you two known each other?"

"Two and a half weeks..."

Lyney looked at you, his mouth agape.

"Where did you find this guy? He's smart, rich, AND he treats you really well? And he's managed to make sure you know all that in less than a month?" Lyney asked, bombarding you with questions that seemed more like statements.

You chuckled, blushing. "Yeah, he's pretty great." you were grinning like a fool. You forgot that Xingqiu wasn't actually your boyfriend for a moment.

Even if we aren't together-together, I can still like him as a friend. Can't I? You thought to yourself

"Attention everyone!" the whole crew turned to Chiori who returned to the auditorium. "Furina just needs to rest for a bit, so she put me in charge of you all. We're going to do a brief run through of the prologue, then skip over to Act 1, Scene 5." she explained. Everyone quickly moved to their places on stage.

You and Lyney sat in the front row together watching the chorus recite the prologue together. You glanced at your script a couple times, skimming over your lines.

"So how does Xingqiu feel about this?"

"What do you mean?"

"Us playing a couple on stage. He does know we have to get pretty touchy with each other right?" Lyney asked. You told him that Xingqiu was a great guy, but he wanted to make sure if there were any boundaries he shouldn't cross.

"He hasn't brought it up with me, plus he isn't the jealous type, so we should be fine." you explained. Another thing that reminded you about your actual relationship with Xingqiu. He wasn't your actual boyfriend so he didn't have a reason to be jealous of Lyney.

The prologue finished, Chiori called you and Lyney up to the stage.

This was just another part you needed to play

additional notes:

-yes that furina joke was intentional

-not gonna spoil anything for the canon game

-but if yk yk

-ALSO DOUBLE UPDATE LET'S GO

-not much else that i wanna say abt this chapter

-i'm proud of it

-y'all are gonna get some possessive xingqiu next chapter >:3

-be prepared

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✧Sticking to the Script✧

Pairing: Xingqiu x FEM! Reader

Genre: fake dating, strangers to lovers, slow burn, fluff, angst (?), high school smau, modern smau

⋆｡°✩-Synopsis: Xingqiu just got entered into a special writing contest, the type that's invite only, the theme this year is love, the only problem is that he has zero romantic experience. but he really wants to prove himself as a writer. meanwhile, you just found out that your boyfriend cheated on you, and you need to show him that you're 100% over him, the only problem is that there's no way you can get an actual boyfriend that quickly. clearly, the solution to both of your issues is to fake date each other. it shouldn't be hard for an actor such as yourself, all you need to do is stick to the script.

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❧ "Blue Hour”

Chapter 2/?

Pairing: Karkat/Reader (Gender Neutral) Word count: 2,386 Warnings: strong language

Summary: Turns out, you forgot Nepeta was stopping by. She’ll be able to help you sort through your feelings, though.

Author’s Note: Happy Christmas Eve I guess? What better is there to do than write fanfic lollll

As is only reasonable, I refused to think anymore. I went completely head-empty watching some videos on my phone in the dark of my room before eventually passing out without a thought to my name. Everything should go by perfectly, I’ll forget about yesterday and today should proceed as normal.

Right?

I lay in a half-asleep stupor when something possesses me to check my phone. 11:30 AM..? How late was I up watching videos... A Pesterchum notification?

AC: :33< hey (name)! be there at 12!

Oh.

AC: :33< ill make karkitten open the door if youre sl33ping in again h33h33 AC: :33< is it pawlright if aradia comes too?

Oh no.

I completely forgot Nepeta was stopping by to pick up part of her cosplay she left behind last time we held DnD here. And we’re supposed to go out to the craft store after.

With all the practice of a college student who had woken up minutes before class began way too many times, I rush out of bed and get dressed in a flash—it’s just Nepeta and Aradia, they can handle it if I accidentally wear my shirt backwards. Breakfast! Breakfast? Is there time for breakfast?

I scramble out the door and beeline it to the fridge. Yogurt will have to do. Karkat was leaning over the counter with a bowl of cereal and his phone in hand, watching me in bewilderment.

“(Name)-“

“Hm?!” WHAT. Why didn’t he start by swearing at me? What does he want? I probably responded too fast-

“-if you have the time, which, by the looks of it, maybe you don’t… No, wait, what the hell has you all flighty?”

“Um!” I shovel some yogurt into my mouth and dunk the empty container in the trash. “See, uh, in like, 10 minutes Nepeta’s coming over?”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, (Name), you know we tell each other before we have guests,” he moves to pick up his bowl.

“No, no! She won’t be staying—we’re leaving right after. I would have told you yesterday if we had something planned, but really she won’t be here long so I forgot. I… also overslept, sorry.”

Karkat’s face contorts, trying to read me as if I were a sign across the room. I find myself avoiding his gaze, for some reason. He gives up, and with a sigh places the food back down.

“Fine.”

“… Aradia too.”

“Fuckin’—The more the goddamn merrier, I guess.”

I smile in relief and wash the spoon I was using. He seems to have forgotten what he wanted to talk to me about, so that’s a plus!

“So,” Goddammit. “I just wanted to say-“

“Brush my teeth! I have to go brush my teeth. Tell me after?”

“Wha-“

I’m in the bathroom with the door closed before I hear the end of that. Why the HELL am I freaking out so bad? I don’t even know what he wants to say! It probably isn’t about last night. There isn’t even anything to say about last night! I was just on top of him a little! Roommates can get touchy with… each other… no they don’t. Do they? I’m spitting out paste before I even realized I started brushing. I check myself in the mirror. I really could have messed up today with forgetting to tell him about Nep coming over. I owe it to him to at least listen to what he has to say. Can’t find a solution when you’re too scared to look at the problem, or something.

I pull open the handle in defeat.

“Hi Karkat!” That’s… not my voice.

“Hey Nepeta. (Name)’s in the bathroom. Yeah, Aradia, go ahead. Make this your hive.” Karkat dripped with all the sarcasm I was to blame for.

“Hi! I’m here, I'm almost ready! I just need to grab my bag and stuff.”

Karkat was holding the door open as Aradia and Nepeta filed in. I wave to them both as they talk quietly between themselves. Karkat’s iconic scowl hit me like a headshot. Yeah. He’s going to tear me to shreds when I get back.

I mouth “sorry” at him as I hurry past.

Last week, I stored Nepeta’s delicate cosplay hat in my closet when I noticed she had left it here. I suppose if I kept it out I wouldn’t have forgotten about today, but there’s nothing I can do about that now.

Her craftsmanship is gorgeous. From what I remember, Kanaya knit the base as some sort of a beanie, but Nepeta created these intricate fantasy flowers and sewn them into a sort of laurel configuration around the rim. I loved Nep’s DnD character, probably the most interesting out of the groups just by the way Nepeta role-played her, but the cosplay she brings every week just goes to show how much time and care went into creating the character as well. A druid swiftstride shifter, can’t get more Nepeta than that. 

I should probably stop gawking and get back out there.

“Eee! Thank you so much for keeping it safe!” I feel almost too guilty to smile when Nepeta takes the hat from me. She puts it on as she bounces excitedly in place, apparently down to wear it out of the house. Honestly, she should wear it everywhere with how much time it must have taken to make.

“Of course! I’m just sorry about oversleeping today. We should get going right away. Have you guys eaten?”

“No,” says Aradia, stepping out into the hallway. “When Nepeta told me you weren’t answering, we both suspected you’d be too busy rushing to get ready to eat.”

“Wow! Geez, gumshoe, give me a break.” The other two are already down the hall when Karkat grabs me by the arm.

“Kar!?“

“We are going to talk when you get back. And before you flip whatever’s left in your stupid, rotting thinkpan, I’m. Not. Mad at you.”

… Allllllright.

Kinda out of character for Karkat if I’m honest.

His eyes bore into me with some expression I couldn’t understand. Yet, despite staring down each other for what felt like the rest of the afternoon, I don’t get the chance to dumbly respond with at least an “okay” before he shuts the door. _________________

Aradia pulled us to a cafe when I said I couldn’t stop dreaming about a hot breakfast sandwich. I’m honestly just saying anything to try not to think about how serious Karkat sounded. The other two go secure a table outside while I stand waiting for our orders. The cafe is almost crowded but mostly it’s pleasant with its mild chattering. I’m just grateful to sit outside in the crisp autumn air, hopefully it will clear my head. A tray appears on the counter before me and a server calls my name.

Nepeta and I have been friends nearly since college began. We were both art majors and we just clicked too well not to stick like glue. To top it off, I adored her art style. I often tell her how adorable her art style is, but she compliments mine back just as much if not more. She majored in 2D animation and it always felt like she was much more well-rounded than me. We make it a habit to gush about each other’s art constantly, she’s more than aware of how much I admire her. I mean, she’s getting plenty more commissions than I ever had.

And Aradia was a friend that Nepeta had introduced me to when we were batting around the idea of starting a DnD session. There’s no one with better time management than Aradia, and that’s like half the battle of being a dungeon master, I’m pretty sure. Not to mention her stories are always so exciting, she really knows how to make it feel like we’re really exploring dungeons and looting ruins.

The only other players in our session are Dave and Karkat, Dave who claims to have been dragged along by Aradia and Karkat who wouldn’t shut up about it until I let him join back when we first started dorming together. Ever since him and I got that table, we’ve been using it every other Sunday to play together in person.

“(Name)? Hellooo?”

“Ah! Sorry, did you say something? I was totally in my head.” Nepeta had apparently been trying to get my attention. Maybe this is more of a ruminating week.

“Heehee! You seem like you have a bit of a full heart, lately. You were acting strange since you caught up with us back at your apartment.”

“Huh? Oh...”

“Something on your mind?” Aradia leaned in.

I guess I trust these two more than anyone…

“I… Promise it’s not a big deal. In fact I’m pretty sure I’m making a bigger deal of it than it needs to be.” The two share a look briefly. “It was just something that happened between me and Karkat yesterday.”

“Did you guys fight?” Aradia asked way too fast and with too big a smile on her face. She does love drama after all.

“No. Not really, I guess. Well, it’s weird. And you have to promise not to make fun of me because this is actually super easy to make fun of me about.”

They both start giggling, which evolves into just full laughter.

“Right, not sure why I even asked,” I laugh along with them.

“We won’t! We won’t, we’ll be so serious,” Nepeta mediates with a lingering smirk.

“Nepeta, do you, like...” I look for my words like they’re somewhere on the table with my sandwich. “When you lived with Equius, did you guys… hug?”

“Yes of course! But I also just hug people all the time.” She demonstrates by half-hugging Aradia right next to her.

“What, did you just hug Karkat for the first time?” Aradia asks incredulously, almost ignoring Nepeta at her side.

“No,” I say with almost a scolding tone. “We’ve hugged before… I think. It’s not about that. I’m sorta just trying to find a roundabout way to explain… Well, I sorta was on top of him.” 

“YOU WHAT?” They scream in unison.

“NOT LIKE THAT! It wasn’t like that! I just had my leg on his! But we were really close and for I don’t know how long—we were playing a game together!”

“Well what did he do?” One of them asks, I’m too busy burying my head in my hands.

“So when we won the level, at some point he put his arm on my back? And we still didn’t notice until we looked at each other.”

“And?”

“And that’s it”

“That’s it?” Aradia presses.

“Yes ‘that’s it!’ And I’m freaking out!”

“Really, (Name). That seems pretty normal to me! You both got excited is all. Even if it is weird that Karkat gets excited at anything at all,” Aradia tries to reason, Nepeta stays focused on me.

“But I really can’t read him! Ok, but this morning is when it gets weird. I think he was trying to talk to me about it, but I’m way too scared to hear him out.”

“What is there to be scared of? You’re the only one Karkat doesn’t really scream at. He’s more at, like, 70% with you at most.”

“I’m not scared of that. I… don’t know. That’s what I’m having trouble with. I don’t even know why I’m nervous. I just don’t want anything to change between us. He’s the best roommate I’ve ever had.”

“Are you worried he may have liked you all along?” Nepeta asks very quietly, but very pointedly. I stare at her like she has the answer written on her face.

“I… think so. I guess that’s what I haven’t been able to put into words. I don’t know how I’d feel if this whole time he was only nice to me because he liked me like that. Only moved in together because…”

My heart catches in my throat, I really don’t know what I’d do…

The two share a look, this time more troubled.

“(Name)…” Aradia starts.

“I don’t think that’s happening. I mean no offense, but when Karkat likes someone, it’s very obvious. We would have seen something during our sessions at the least,” Nepeta finishes.

Oh, right. It’s no secret Nepeta had a huge crush on Karkat for a very long time. It wasn’t until maybe sophomore year that we encouraged Nepeta to tell him, all of us knowing fully well he didn’t feel the same way. It was strange, though, the way Nepeta gained a lot of confidence after he rejected her feelings. She was a completely different, happier person. They’d been friends much longer than I knew either of them, but it was only after that day that they both seemed completely honest with one another. Karkat, too, could laugh around her more and more since then. I hope I’m not reviving any bad history.

“And if I know him, I’d say he’s probably trying to clear this up as well.”

“Nepeta’s right. Everyone noticed how you started to act similar once you were dorming together. I wouldn’t be surprised if he was freaking out as much as you for the same reasons.”

I sighed as if I had been out of breath. “So there’s nothing to worry about?”

“Not at all,” Nepeta smiled and put both hands on one of mine. She looked absolutely charming with the afternoon sun on her hat and her cute cat-ear horns.

“Aw man. It would have been much more exciting if he made a move on you. Imagine how awkward next session would be.”

“I don’t think you’d like that as much as you say you would, Aradia.”

“It would enhance your characters!”

The heavy air leaves the table with our fit of laughter. I’m definitely ready to see Karkat tonight, even if he needs to cut me to ribbons.

“Thank you guys. I promise I’ll be more present for the rest of the day.”

Nepeta perks up “You better! I just got a huge commission and I want to spend all day in the craft store!”

Aradia tags along. “And I’ve been getting into woodworking, we may have to stop at a hardware store too.”

“Oh, what the hell! All I need is a new sketchbook!”

Previous Chapter

Author's Note: I always wanted to read a fic where Aradia and the reader were friends :3

I don't know why tumblr isnt letting me do my indenting :( i love my indenting

[urlocalnonbinarybastardwrites]

hey,,hey! I was wondering if you still do the matchmaking thing? If you do:

Fandom: percy jackson or the cruel prince.

Im pretty tall, I have a wolfcut but it's like...overgrown. I wear glasses and have an arched nose. A few dyed streaks of dull purple is present in my hair. I like being funny/humorous and making people laugh, however I'm quick to anger as well,sadly. I think I'm a loyal friend and like making self depracating jokes. Feelings are not really my thing, but I can comfort people by making them laugh. I usually wear baggy shirts and cargo pants, but I'm okay with an occasional frock or skirt. My favourite colors are blue, black, purple and white.

Hope this is enough I couldn't think of anything else. 😭😭

Just putting this here for reference 

Your Fandom Ship: Grover Underwood (PJO) and Barbara Gordon aka Batgirl (DCU)

Explanation: starting off with your physical appearance I think that he would be extremely attracted to you because I think that he just likes Wolf cuts and thinks that you’re dyed hair is super cool and kick ass. when you get angry easily, I feel like he’s two times faster to delude the anger and one of the only people that would be able to calm me down because he doesn’t really like conflict, but he will try to work through it if you’re mad at him for some reason and he will own up to it. he thinks you’re super cute and always laughs the hardest at your jokes and I feel like you guys are extremely loyal to each other and one of the best couples like no one could ever really imagine one or the other getting jealous or cheating or things like that because you guys just have a really healthy ideology. also, I feel like you guys would really balance each other out because of feelings aren’t your fit thing feelings are definitely Grovers thing and he could help you try and express the more and in return you could maybe help him try to not let everything that anyone says to him get to him so deeply. because we’re talking about P JO, it’s safe to assume that you have ADHD because you’re a Demigod, which is totally normal for him and I don’t think he would be phased by it at all because he’s used to dealing with campers with ADHD dyslexia, all sorts of things like that would help you sort through it and figure out what’s right for you. he’s also an extrovert and even though he’s shit at art I feel like he would absolutely support you and ask a ton of questions and if he did a portrait of him, I just think he would die like he wouldn’t even know what to do and he’d like try carving it into a tree or something. I don’t even know he just love if he did a portrait of him. He’d be so proud. I mean this is also canon that he likes being someone’s muse Because he meets this daughter of I don’t know. I forgot what it is, but it’s in the chalice of the gods where she’s really good at photography and he constantly wants to be in her photos so I feel like it would be the same thing for you. He’d always be asking. Hey, can you draw me? Hey can you write a poem about me you know things like that, he respect if you said no but he’d love it if you said yes. He’s also a very touchy guy and he’s definitely the person to go to if you’re looking for words of affirmation because he would be consistently complementing you throughout your relationship anyway I think you guys are cute together and I would ship this. 🩷🩷🩷

Explanation: starting off with appearances I think that she thinks you’re cute as hell and would make sure that you know that as well she wears glasses too, so she thinks that yours are adorable and she also thinks that hers don’t look as good on her as yours look on you and is a little bit jealous of that. I also think that she thinks your hair is pretty bad ass and loves the different streaks in it and just really loves your hair in general and it’s probably one of her favorite features of you. She’s also pretty quick to anger so I’d say that’s one of the only downsides of your guys relationship is that you guys would have to kind of work through your anger issues together because yeah girl also need some anger management skills but I feel like you guys could help each other with that through relation like you would get that she gets angry easily and she would get you getting angry easily. She appreciates your loyalty and I think that she would also kind of help you talk through your feelings. She hasn’t had a lot of loyalty in her life so I think that she would feel greatly honored that you stick by her side through thick and thin, no matter what, and by that she would forever owe you. She prefers more clean, casual academic types of outfits, but she respects your style. She knows comfort over fashion is a number one role. You guys would be perfect because she’s actually an introvert so I feel like you would help her warm up pretty easily and I think she would also really love your humor like I feel like she would laugh really hard and that’s kind of how you guys got along cause she was being a grumpy little introvert and then you befriended her crack some jokes and she was instantly like whoa. I love this person so much. They’re so cool. I feel like she would read and draw with you and then I don’t feel like she’s act at poetry, but she would support you and she’s great with vocabulary so she could at least help you add some advanced wording your poetry if you ever needed it. It would take her a while to get used to physical touch, but I’m pretty sure that she would be into it if you were and words of affirmation of course she is constantly complementing you and I feel like they’re genuine too. She wouldn’t complement you unless she thought you deserved it and she does think you deserve it. 💙💙💙

[askoverlordvox]

Any opinions on the Exorcists, or at least some of them?

Current or former?

Eh, fuck it, I’ll assume you meant the ones still alive and wearing the uniform. Let’s see, which juicy ones do we have…

Oh, there’s @ask-lute, the leader of that sad sack outfit. I kinda feel bad for her. Can you imagine thinking you’re actually immortal, then watching hundreds of your sisters-in-arms die in front of you, along with your commander- that would fuck anyone up! But not Lute. She’s still the same angry, blind, holier-than-thou bitch who sneered in Charlie’s face. Heh, I’ll be honest- I have a soft spot for Exorcists. Fragile puppets on strings they tied themselves… and they never wanna believe it.

Who’s next… oh! @exorcist-ava is a fun one. Poor trash panda pigeon. I can’t talk too much shit without pissing off @askoverlordcarmilla but just know that Ava’s got the spunk that puts a smile on my face. No matter how many times he gets dropkicked into oblivion, that fucker gets back up and goes back for more. Really sensitive over his… medical condition, though. As much as I hate to give Al credit, his whole ‘smile’ routine is something Ava could take to heart; never let ‘em know how much they hurt you.

Fuck, almost forgot @exorcist-milan420, out here doing the fucking most to prove that no matter how low rock bottom is, you can keep fucking digging! Bitch is gonna end up in Hell at this rate. One wrong turn and she’ll be in front of Sera, and knowing that loud mouth, she’ll spill that she’s banged two of her precious little seraphim. Oh, how the fireworks will fly! Eh. I give her shit but I honestly love that walking dumpster fire. The drama! The angst! The fucking weak ass edge! I love this Fanta headed bitch! Not sure which reconciliation I want more: her and Sarai or her and Ava. Hmmm… it’s her and Ava; her and Sarai give me some top notch porn but the antics Ava and Milan can get up to? Call that shit viral!

Now… who else? @exorcist-ray is a medic, which is interesting- and different from the others. On the upswing now that Sera adopted her- though that’s a… touchy subject. I don’t see her as being too much of a problem, though.

Then there’s @exorcist-timpani… I like her color scheme. Would love to hire her, get her on the payroll somehow, but I don’t know how I want to work that angle quite yet. Hoping Ava can bring her out of her shell a bit. She’s timid but there’s a fire in her eyes- not to mention she’s got beef with Al. Heh, I can’t wait to see what happens next time she encounters that bastard. With back up, of course.

There’s too many of these bitches- and too much they collectively get up to, not to mention how many people they bang, and don’t get me started on the ones who Fell- so that’s all I’m gonna do for now.

[howtogetawaywithmoider]

S01E01 Thoughts

(While this is probably my 6th time watching this episode its the first time in multiple years so I have forgotten basically everything)

1. The cheerleader bonfire flip? Still the most iconic thing ever

2. Connor and Michaela are really not handling the moider right from the beginning

3. I completely forgot that Michaela was engaged in season 1!

4. “I’m professor Annalise Keating and this is Criminal Law 100 or as I like to call it ... How to Get Away With Murder.”

5. I’m sorry but it has always bothered me just how unprofessional Annalise Keating’s teaching methods are. She is unhinged right from the first episode.

6. We really do meet all the main characters in the first episode (including Keating, The Keating 5, Lila, Sam, Frank, Bonnie, Rebecca, Oliver and Nate)

7. They always complain that the murder happened on the busiest night of campus but that has always seemed like a blessing to me and I’m not sure they would have been up to cover it up otherwise 

8. 1) Discredit the Witness 2) Introduce a new Suspect 3) Bury the evidence

9. They all look so put together ... bless ... 

10. Why does Annalise call Wes Seth ??? 

11. “I did. But I want this too. Turn Over.”  🌶️🌶️🌶️

12. Annalise: “How did you get this?” / Connor: “It wasn’t exactly legal...” / Annalise: “Then we just have to get creative.” *both smirking*

13. Connor *smirking*: “I don’t kiss and tell” / Michaela *following him*: “What the hell does that mean?”

14. “You’re a misogynistic ass.”

15. Annalise is way too touchy and intimate with Wes for comfort.

16. We see Lila’s boyfriend on TV and he is the guy who was in rebecca’s flat!

17. I forgot about the plotline of Nate’s wife having cancer :’(

18. Connor and Michaela obviously deserve to work for Keating. Laurel obviously gets it bc of frank although she did help uncover the truth too. Wes obviously gets it for ulterior reasons but why does Asher get it honestly ??

19. The way Annalise says “I bet you the boyfriend did it” suggests she knows exactly what she is saying

[connan-l]

unafraid

Fandom: Ciconia: When They Cry

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Sujatha/Rukhshana

Summary: Suparna’s training session is cancelled for the day because of a sudden storm, which Sujatha is absolutely not scared of, and that might or might not creates tensions with her girlfriend.

[Femslash February 2023 Day 3: Storm]

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Notes: Hi here’s your annual Ciconia FemFeb fic from me! Yes you’ll get one until Ryukishi finally decide to release Phase 2. Anyway this is very late but it’s meant to be for Day 3: Storm, from those prompts.

I don’t know why, but at first I didn’t want to write any Sujatha/Rukhshana piece for FemFeb; not because I don’t like them but for some reason I really wanted to write a proper one-shot for them and not something based on a random prompt. But technically speaking they’re still one of the most obvious F/F ships of the VN so far, so I thought they were just the next obvious choice, especially given I’d already done Lingji/Aysha and Valentina/Maricarmen before. So yeah it’s just a small cute fluffy thing without a lot of substance.

Given it’s going to mark the third year since I’ve last read the VN I admit I forgot a lot of stuff about the characters, so I really don’t feel confident in how I characterized them here. Especially Rukhshana. (And I know it *seems* like Phase 1 implied she was a CPP as well like Miyao, but we don’t know much about that yet so I didn’t want to touch on the topic). So I hope they don’t feel too off.

Also, it’s a small detail in the fic but — if you’re like me and haven’t played the game in a while, I feel the need to mention that COU is the one country that has ‘traditional’ families; so I’m assuming Sujatha, Rukhshana and Andry probably have ‘normal’ parents like Lingji & co.

Now on a small caveat I have that made me hesitate while writing this fic: I realized that, obviously we don’t know anything about whether or not Sujatha is religious, but as she is from India and that we’re told the COU is very traditional, IF she is religious then she would probably follow one of the many Hinduism faiths; however, on the other hand, given Rukhshana is from Saudi Arabia and is clearly wearing a hijab, she has to be Muslim. Queerness aside, I know interfaith relationships can be a bit of touchy topic in Islam; some might tolerate it and others do not (one of my non-Muslim cousin dated a Muslim woman for three years, but he had to convert when they got married), and it would be especially so for a Saudi girl given ‘dating’ in the Western sense in general is frowned upon over there. Not sure how things would be in Ciconia’s futuristic, post-World War III universe, but it did seem to imply Saudi Arabia is still very traditional similarly to how it is in our world because of how they mention there were issues with Rukhshana, as a girl, joining the team while there was a boy in it. The VN is very scarce when it comes to giving details about the religious/cultural practices of the characters (hell even the hijabi girls are never actually called ‘Muslims’ in-universe), so I can’t say how pious Rukhshana must be or how important it would be for her to only get together with someone who’s Muslim. So the way I see it in this fic, is that she must probably be respectful of the faith and wouldn’t marry a non-Muslim person usually, but she can give herself some leeway if this is with someone she really loves (and that the other person can potentially convert)? (And well, Muslim communities exists in India too so I suppose you can headcanon Sujatha as such as well). I dunno, maybe I’m just overthinking about it; and of course like I said this is just a short fluff piece and not some exploration of any of these topics anyway lol, but I am not Muslim myself, so I’d understand if any actual Muslim people don’t like it or take issue with this.

All this aside, there’s no spoilers (except for like, the start of Phase 1 I guess) or content warnings except for the inevitable vague mentions of war/child soldiers.

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Sujatha was absolutely not scared.

She had sworn to herself, from a very young age, to never become a person who got scared.

Fear was only meant for the common people. Fear was for normal girls; ones who didn’t have any responsibility, who weren’t soldiers, who weren’t part of the elite of the COU India Aerial Augmented Infantry, leader of Suparna.

Sujatha was anything but a normal girl — had worked very, very hard to not be one; so it was only natural she wouldn’t be scared.

And, most of the time, she did a good job at suppressing the feeling, even when it threatened to bubble up at the surface in the pit of her stomach.

Right now, however, as she heard the news that their training for the day was going to be exceptionally canceled because of some weather turmoils, the wave of anxiety started to overwhelm her in a way she didn’t think she could easily appease.

“What a pain,” Andry declared, letting himself fall all over a nearby couch. “What are we supposed to do now? They warned us at the last minute, so it’s not like we can quickly make other plans.”

Rukhshana made a weak noise of agreement buried under her black hijab. “Maybe… maybe we could play a game together? Until noon, at least…”

“Guess so,” the boy replied, but he didn’t seem very enthusiastic at the prospect. Then again, Andry never seemed very enthusiastic about most things. Everything seemed to pass through him like water; which could be both a relief and frustrating, depending on the situation.

“What do you think, Sujatha?”

“Huh? U-Um…” Sujatha’s eyes darted towards the dark sky, full of threatening gray clouds, trying not to fidget. “S-Sure. Probably.”

At this, both Rukhshana and Andry stared at her as if she was a ghost. They exchanged a brief, skeptical look with each other, before the boy straightened up and arched an eyebrow in Suparna’s leader’s direction.

“You sure?”

Sujatha frowned, feeling as if she was missing something obvious or was left out of an inside joke between her two teammates. Which, unfortunately, happened often.

“Of course I’m sure,” she responded sharply. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“W-Well…” Rukhi bit her lip, looking up at her hesitantly and wriggling her hands like she did whenever she felt unsure of herself. “It’s… not really like you to say something like this…”

“What?”

“Rukhi’s right,” Andry added. “Usually, you would’ve gone all ‘Who have time for games, you lazy scoundrels! If you only think about playing, we’ll end up the weakest of all Gauntlets Knights!’ and then Rukhi would have freaked out mentally over it, or something.”

Sujatha puffed out her chest in an irritated manner and glared at her teammate. “I do not sound like that.”

“But… you are acting weird, aren’t you?”

Rukhshana took a step towards her, and while Sujatha was about to snap back at her that she was imagining things, her mouth shut up instantly the moment she saw her eyes.

The other girl was looking at her with a concerned gaze, the one she took when she was genuinely worried about her; and instantly Sujatha felt herself softening against her will and guilt clogged up her throat. Had she really done that bad of a job to hide her anxiety?

“You’ve… been odd for a while now,” Rukhi continued. “And… it’s been worse since our training was officially canceled… I know you always think training is important, but… Is there… something else?”

Rukhshana stopped right in front of Sujatha, catching her off-guard, and her eyes staring straight into hers instantly pinned her into place. She gently reached out to her, her fingertips cupping her cheek in a tender, intimate gesture; and Sujatha flushed bright red, froze, then panicked.

“Th-There’s nothing else!” She exclaimed, snapping Rukhshana’s hand away and glaring at the other two teenagers. “But you’re right! You’d better find another way to exercise or study if you have nothing else better to do!”

She turned around before almost running away from the room; which still didn’t prevent her from hearing Andry snorting from behind and Rukhshana squeak and grumbling to herself ‘What’s this, she’s the one who said it was okay for us to play!’

Sujatha paid it no mind. She headed to her bedchambers, her face still feeling hot and her chest about to explode because of embarrassment.

She couldn’t believe how… open Rukhshana was with her in public, sometimes. Well, in private as well.

The two of them had been dating for about three months now, but everything still felt very new and surreal to her. No one knew, of course, with the exception of Andry — who had somehow grilled them only a week afterwards — and it did bring in some new challenges to navigate, but so far Sujatha didn’t regret it. She didn’t, but… she had to admit sometimes it felt a bit too… overwhelming, and she wasn’t always sure how to act towards Rukhi as a result (not that she knew how to handle her before, though).

She sighed, closing the door behind her, and let herself fell on her bed.

Rukhshana was going to be so angry for snapping at her like that, she knew. And maybe she deserved it, too. That… hadn’t been really fair from her, after all. She probably should go apologize before things get worse.

She might not look like it, but Rukhi was a pretty grudgeful person; and if she felt wronged, she was absolutely not going to let it slide. She could stop talking to Sujatha for months because of something like this — and the simple idea made Sujatha’s stomach turns into knots, even more so than it already was.

She knew she was the one who had to apologize, and that she had to do it now, but she couldn’t bring herself to get out of her bed.

The gray sky and future storm that loomed over outside seemed to have drained her entire energy. She wasn’t sure how long she stayed like that, but the moment she heard the ripple of the rain on her window’s glass she tensed, then hurriedly buried herself under the blanket, as if this could protect her from the foreseeing tempest.

Sujatha wasn’t scared — she just… didn’t like the rain. And gray skies and clouds. And the dark. And thunders.

And it was absolutely not because she was scared that when she was a child she would stay hidden that way under the blanket back in her hometown in Hanumangarh, and that she would spends hours praying to Indra that the sky could finally light up.

She definitely never came to her parents for comfort, because Sujatha wasn’t destined to be a normal girl and not-normal girls were never scared.

So she also definitely didn’t jump when she heard a timid little knock at her door.

“Uh… S-Sujatha…?”

The voice on the other side was barely audible, especially with her ears camouflaged by the blanket and the heavy sound of the rain that seemed to get more and more violent as the minutes passed by — but of course Sujatha still recognized her.

She’d recognized her girlfriend’s voice everywhere.

“R-Rukhi?”

She distinguished some grumbling from the door, which confirmed her visitor’s identity and at the same time furthered her confusion.

She’d never thought Rukhshana would ever come to see her first. After what had happened earlier, she would’ve been way too mad for that.

“Um… I… I wanted to… uh, check on you…” Rukhi’s voice let out hesitantly. “Can I… come in?”

Sujatha bit her lip. Her heart screamed Yes please, her mind yelled back God no. Sujatha wasn’t scared, but she still refused to let anyone see her… like that.

Even Rukhshana. Maybe especially Rukhshana.

“No,” she finally declared, with a voice a little too shaky.

There was a sigh. And then the door opened anyway.

Sujatha almost jumped off the bed.

“I just said no!”

“I know,” Rukhshana said, glaring at her. “But it was one of your ‘no’ that actually meant ‘yes, please, I need you horribly.’”

Her frame was hallowed of light from the corridor’s luminosity, and Sujatha could see she was still wearing her hijab, albeit another, more casual one along with a long, dark dress.

She clenched her jaw, glared at her girlfriend, flushed, and then threw the blanket over her head yet again. Damn her.

She couldn’t see her, but Sujatha was pretty sure Rukhi rolled her eyes at this. There was a few footsteps sounds, then the mattress moved, tilted under an additional new weight.

“So. Can I stay?”

“A bit too late for that now,” Sujatha mumbled, and the more this situation kept on the more she felt ridiculous. She acted just like a child — completely unbefitting of her.

“Yes.”

And then they fell into an awkward, deep-seated silence for what felt like an eternity.

“Why…” Sujatha started, succumbing to the discomforting tension, before hesitating. “Why are you here, anyway? I thought you wouldn’t…”

“Talk to you for a while? Yes. I didn’t want to. But…” She sighed. “Andry convinced me it was better to not be stubborn, for once.”

That made sense. Andry seemed to be the only other person Rukhshana actually genuinely listened to.

“But he agreed you owe me an apology.”

Well, she supposed that was true. All three of them were on the same page, for once.

“…I’m sorry… for snapping at you… It wasn’t your fault.”

“That’s fine. I forgive you. But… you’ll have to tell me why you did it.” Of course, only silence met her and Rukhi grumbled. “Come on. Why are you acting like this since this morning? What’s going on? You know you can talk to me.”

And Sujatha knew she could. She knew. She just wasn’t…

Well. She wasn’t used to it. Talk, and be open, and be… be scared. That wasn’t a thing she’d been taught. Not even to someone she, apparently, loved.

Sujatha buried her face into her knees, debating what to do with this overflow of contradictory feelings, when it seemed the sky decided to answer for her.

A booming, deafening thunder ripped the room apart, bathing the place in a wide splash of white light. Sujatha then lost all self-control and dignity and actually screamed, her heart stopping and her breath getting caught in her throat. A couple of smaller, other thunders outside left her a trembling, weeping mess under the blanket, rolled into a ball as if she was hoping to disappear.

For a while, the room stayed quiet except for the sound of the rain, but then finally Rukhi raised a small, doubtful voice:

“W-Wait… Could it be… that you’re scared of the thunder?”

Sujatha made no attempt to try to answer this. She didn’t think Rukhi needed and answer, anyway, as even a three years old could have come up with one.

And then the next second she was greeted with loud, unadulterated laughters.

“Oh no! That’s what this was all about! You’re scared of the thunder!”

“D-Don’t laugh! I’m not—”

Sujatha flushed red as she tried to disentangle herself from the blanket to glare at the other girl; but then another thunder resonated behind her, and she shrieked. Rukhshana gave her a smug look, raising an eyebrow.

And stared.

“…F-Fine,” Sujatha admitted, before hiding her head into her knees. “Maybe… Maybe I’m…”

She felt like someone was tearing out her teeth one by one, having to make such a statement. It would have probably hurt less if it had actually been the case.

Vulnerability was the worst, most humiliating thing in the world. She would rather die than appear weak to anyone, least of all Rukhshana.

Least of all Rukhshana, but…

But, maybe, at the same time, if she had to choose just one person who could see this side of her… then Rukhshana would be the one.

“Maybe… I am… a little scared…”

She wasn’t sure what to expect from her teammate, friend, lover. Maybe some teasing mockery and more laughters; that sounded like something Rukhshana would do, because she sure loved to tease her.

Instead, she felt something warm and soft on her back; a hand, she quickly realized, and when she raised her head, she was meet by a pair of soft, kind violet eyes that shined in the dim room.

“You are so ridiculous,” Rukhi said, but there was only fondness in her voice for once. “You know you got me and Andry actually worried here, right? If it was just about something so silly then you could’ve just told us. We’re your comrades.”

Of course she couldn’t have just told them, and of course it wasn’t just something silly; no matter how ‘ridiculous’ it seemed, it was still a weakness to Sujatha, and she could never let any weakness be seen to anyone. Well, except for now, it seemed.

“We’re all afraid of something. What’s the point of being friends if we can’t rely on each other to parry our weaknesses?”

Sujatha didn’t feel like fighting on the topic, so she just looked away, escaping Rukhi’s dark, deep eyes. Maybe the other girl knew it was a pointless argument to have at the moment, because she just shook her head before sitting right next to her girlfriend, their shoulders brushing. She pulled the blanket and covered up both of their heads with it.

When Sujatha looked at Rukhshana again, her face was only inches away from her own, her breath on her lips.

“Don’t be scared,” Rukhi said, smiling. “I’ll stay with you for the entirety of the storm. Okay?”

Rukhi extended her hand toward Sujatha, and while the former muttered a small ‘Idiot,’ she grasped it without a second thought. Rukhshana then leaned in and pressed her lips to hers, giving a gentle, comforting kiss as she was oft to do.

Sujatha let herself melt into her lover’s embrace, hiding her head into the corner of her shoulder, retracting into her arms every time a thunder shattered their peace.

And here, hidden under the blanket, away from the storm and from the whole world with only Rukhshana’s heartbeat and warmth for company, she didn’t feel so scared anymore.

[mdpikachu]

List of hc’s concerning a clown (mephi fgo) as requested

(Not ordered in any way, old hcs and new ones intermixed.)

-Do not put your clown in direct sunlight for extended periods, he will sunburn SO fast.

--Jeanne’s interlude? Where she thanks Mephi for helping her and his response is, open quotes, “Reeeally? I’m not used to this sort of thing, so I’m not quite sure how to respond to that. But as long as you enjoyed yourself, that’s all that matters. Even better if it made you smile!” Please praise your clown. Clowns require praise to function. Hell, just speak to him. Acknowledge him.

-In Chibichuki, Mephi is shown as a hairdresser, so make that Chaldea occupation #3 under Clown and Alchemist. Wait, no. And makeup artist. he’d 100% help james/moriRuler/what have you, with his goofy makeup. edit FORGOT ABOUT THE CASINO DEALER TOO. At this point mephi’s just talented way outside the expected perimeters that aren’t combat. he does a LOT. buttling/butlering if he HAS to. etc. etc. etc. etc. talent clown.

--His eye color is startlingly inconsistent- Sometimes they’re blue and pink, and sometimes just plain Purple. I think in life they were blue without the pink. here’s a visual complaint. i do like the purple but it’s not... correct?

-There is a joke around here somewhere concerning what it means to have an “ego”. There is also a comment regarding clown gender around here somewhere. Spoilers: it’s a bomb down there. for emergencies. trans rigs. local baby homun goes to dad and says “im boy”. situation over. his ingame bio says ♂? you cannot fight me here. if he really needs to prove it, he’ll let euryale shoot him. for science.

--For the longest time I thought the make-up was permanent markings. In this house they’re permanent markings except when they’re not. 

-Santa Mephi could potentially lead to a Krampus situation, especially if he ends up in half again. I would accept this. I’d also accept getting a costume and being an elf for someone else. I just want him to get into a christmas event for more than 1 seconds. as cute as a lily mephi would be, his spirit origin wouldnt be strong enough to be on it’s own. these are less HCs and more commentary

--I drew mephi in his lab coat once here, take it, and yes that Is an alchemy circle on his neck. Tattoo from Papa Faust. That’s kept covered up 100% of the time. no touchy. (DID DRAW HIM AGAIN RECENTLY BUT NOT DONE YET)

-bc of his panicked reaction to the large ghost in knk, secretly a bit scared of ghosts. a “bit”. only a “little” (BLATANT LIE)

--the tiny horns he can hide at will and are from innocent monster. two of his tails are from the same source. one tail he’s always had.

-this is the absolute hardest take on here, but i dont think he (mephi the homunculus) killed faust. the innocent monster mephi (the demon) would take CREDIT for it, but he’s just acting in accordance to the myth that he caused it, like how salieri’s totally fucked up. who actually killed faust? idk. the church probably. stop summoning demons and making shit. thats not very churchgoing of you. unless faust himself asks, in which case mephi is free to say “no, i didnt!”. cause he didnt and he liked dad outside of the whole “killing people” thing. (which i did NOT know about when that was decided. kept outta spite and it being too late to fix.)

--isn’t mephi gay in at least one version of Faust. I’d need to research that one. highest honor, slaps with both ace and bi labels and then leaves without explaining myself. 

-mephi cares. mephi cares so Fucking Much and probably genuinely struggles with it. the one i write figured it out, kinda, but he’s lucky. canon mephi and generally accurate mephis have Issues with this.

--the mephi i write for is Lucky. the guda that summoned him (her name is Minako, mink for short) is a horror fan and as soon as she saw his name she was like “oh fuck yes”. in hindsight this is hilarious knowing now that Most People in Chaldea or In General do not like him. no wonder her mephis doing so well. Immediate Acceptance. i wrote that in fucking 2017 with a base knowledge of him. im not fixing it. im not linking it either bc i do need to rewrite a small segment. the og rp that came before that is from even EARLIER. mephi betraying his betrayal nature SPEEDRUN ANY % bc mink yelled “YES I LIKE YOU” immediately. again not changing this.

-hates being Not Clowny, esp. in public. he can tolerate it for short bursts, if its to fuck with everybody, or if he’s allowed to be an Absolute Menace the entire time.

--need a read on his emotions? cant trust his face? look at his tails. his hearts on his tails [i am booed off stage for the pun, and i shout “BUT ITS TRUE!” on the way out].  they wag, they wave, they curl up or go still. sometimes they all do different stuff. i know they’re meant to be one splitting into three but consider;;;; no?

-im like 90% sure he called mash his sister once as a joke in the knk event... he’s not far off. shes a designer baby (that hadn’t been revealed yet), hes a homunculus with an ego. hes like... the prototype to most homunculi and to mash. hes absolutely her older “brother” and if u fuck with her, he gets to kill you for free. from this, he absolutely accepts jokes about Lancelot being his dad. He thinks its Very Funny.

--his SERVANT name is Mephistopheles. named after the contract demon (NAME EXPUNGED). as a Just a Little Guy his name was Philetus and No One is allowed to use that. One of the few things hes serious about. (i don’t remember where i go that from. i think bc it sounded good. I genuinely don’t remember. something between the Pheles part and Philos (which is a name for a type of love, and also the name of a completely unrelated oc that has 0% to do with fate or any of this but. i think it was just bc it sounded good next to Faust or Faustus.)

update on above:  Philetos means beloved so THATS also probably where it came from. faust cared him so goddamn much.

-since he’s very much not human, getting sick is a bit easier for him than the average servant. he also doesnt drink booze for the same reason. 0 to 100 speedrun of a clown eating SHIT.

--Something about being good at witchcraft so hes aware of the witching hour. local fake demon can just. abuse a magical extra hour.

-Always knows the time (HES ALWAYS COVERED IN CLOCKS, CMON). ... actually, even without the clocks. thats his Thing.

--Can and will loophole. Someone call a place Hell? Sure, that’s a hellscape now! He can now appear.

-I DID give a rough design for the contract demon and faust but not putting here.

[avernusfuries]

"I don't know," said Karlach with a toothy grin. "The stew he made us last night was preeettty tasty." Leagues better than anything in Avernus, with the exception of the stew in the Infernal Rapture. Though the hells were not known for their delicious cuisine, Mahadi had done wonders with roasted Wereboar, if one were to forget that they were two-legged walkers when they were caught. Desperate times and all that nonsense.

A hand lifted, almost as if to give Gale a fond clap on the shoulder before her hand balled into a fist a fell to her side. No touchy, she forgot briefly. Just as well she had managed to catch herself long before she ever touched him. For a long moment, she felt a small ache in her chest, heavy and horrible. Maybe, with a little luck and a scoopful of hope, she would be able to in the not so distant future.

That quickly shoved aside the icky feeling for something closer to excitement. The tiefling's eye wandered to their leader now and as Rakatak nodded, Karlach was quick to mimic the gesture. Approval, also.

"Maybe sell some of our wares, too. Reckon we'll get a pretty penny for what we've gathered. Well, once we've weighed up what might be useful, see about feeding Gale a trinket or two so he stops swaying on his feet."

The tiefling turned her eye to the wizard who was, by literal definition, a little green around the gills. Poor fucker.

"Alright soldier, by your lead."

"Did he now."

Whatever happened to her before, it's over now. As Rakatak strides out through the same doors she barrelled into not even an hour previously, she's back to the poised, slightly condescending bearing she always has. One hand is clasped behind her back, the other is gripping the Tooth. Slow, even steps towards the impressively-sized cooking fire, blood splashing against the soles of her boots.

She glances to the meat. Then to the wizard, still looking a bit like he regrets having had lunch that day. The corner of her mouth quirks. "Be kind to him, Karlach. I would imagine his only interaction with open-cooked food has been whatever he charbroiled with his magic before meeting us. How would he know to recognize..."

Her eyes trail to what is, almost certainly, a humanoid leg - with the foot removed, granted, but the shape is rather unmistakable. "Well. You know." The hobgoblin straightens up and brushes her cape away as she turns from the fire, looking to the others.

"Well. Our venture here is concluded. I trust that my instructions have been followed, and everything worth taking from this place is now in our possession. We will find a less bloodied and hopefully less dirty part of this fort to rest in, and once we have recovered from our respective exertions, we will return to the grove to receive our... spoils."

With the sun coming close to the horizon and smoke still rising into the sky from the various open fires around the temple, the paladin briefly meets Karlach's gaze. A moment passes, then she smiles. Nods her head. Approves.

[ckneal]

You know, it's a shame that Lilith and Adam didn't get to talk in 15x08. I have a personal belief that Lilith once played a role with Lucifer that was similar (though not identical) to the one Adam had with Michael in the cage. Obviously, Lilith was never Lucifer's vessel, since that ability comes from being descended from Adam and Eve and Lilith would have been a touch too old for that. Nor do I mean to imply any kind of romantic relationship between Lilith and Lucifer. What I'm getting at is, after things started falling apart at home but before getting locked away in the cage--during the period just after Lucifer dragged his first human soul (Lilith) off to Hell and started playing with it like a mean-spirited little kid tearing the wings off a butterfly until the poor thing broke and became the very first demon, thus prompting Michael to chase Lucifer out of the house in retaliation--Lucifer and Lilith, and Ramsey, were the sum total of Hell's entire population. And as per any episode featuring Lucifer, that dude is chatty.

Lilith was probably stuck sitting around for Chuck knows how long, listening to Lucifer rant about his family while he was drafting out his big revenge plans, featuring horsemen, a demonic plague, the Whore of Babylon, and binding Death itself, because her only other option was to go up to earth and be immediately smote by Michael and his army of obedient siblings the second she possessed one of the twenty humans in existence.

Lucifer would have just been there, squeezing the soul who would become Azazel like a stress ball, saying "Can you BELIEVE Michael sided with Dad? After all the shit Dad's put both of us through? It's like Michael doesn't even realize that this shit's messed up, and he SHOULD! He gets it almost as bad as I do!”

There's a little popping sound as the soul breaks, and Azazel turns yellow, murmuring something that sounds like, "Daddy?

Lucifer tosses the soul over his shoulder and whistles for Ramsey.

"I mean, you have no idea. Dad was shameless about playing favorites. The second we opened our eyes, it was all 'Lucifer's so pretty, he's so great at everything.'  And I always knew Mike had to be jealous. I never thought he blamed me though."

Ramsey comes trotting up, tail wagging, and Lucifer reaches for the soul she's holding in her jaws--the soul who will eventually become Ramiel.

"Maybe that's why Mike's siding with Dad. Maybe it's just easier to think that I'm the bad guy than to consider that maybe Dad's not all that 'all loving' after all. That's it, isn't it? Mikey's still jealous!"

Lucifer and Ramsey start playing tug of war until there's a tearing sound, and Ramiel turns yellow.

"Well, you know what? GAME ON! It's not my fault that Dad got the design better the second time around, and I'm not going to let either of them punish me for it!"

Scowling, he picks up Dagon's soul and starts molding it like playdough. "You know what, I SHOULD go back home! I'm going to march right in there and tell them both off! What are they going to do, lock me up?"

Meanwhile Lilith has her face in her hands, not even pretending to be listening, because Lucifer has been on this rant for roughly 20 years Hell time.

[chrisbahngz]

Cherry Contact || J.JH

Author's Note: this is kind of based off a spicy asmr i listened to the other day. but this is the first thing i've written in a long time so pls be nice :)

Warnings: use of daddy, implied drinking, oral (m/f receiving), fingering, hair pulling, slapping, biting, vaginal penetration. Mistakes are my own. MINORS DNI

Word Count: 3.7k

Do not post elsewhere without permission. Do not plagiarize.

You were out at a lingerie shop going through racks upon racks not finding anything you like. a dark blue bra caught your eye. Grabbing it you wanted to find matching panties. You backed up when you ran into someone. Annoyed you were about to open your mouth to cuss at them when the other person turned his body slightly toward you.

“Mr. Jung!” Your best friend’s dad was standing in front of you. In a lingerie shop. Your cheeks start to heat up.

“Hi, y/n,” he says cooly. “Fancy you meeting you here.” You want the ground to open up and swallow you. Not only was this embarrassing as hell, you thought it was hot. Mr. Jung was a very attractive man; soft hair that went through phases, fit (too fit. You remember the days of watching him be shirtless during the summer. His broad shoulders and abs were almost offensive ), kind eyes, a beautiful smile and a personality that is caring, generous, and mature. You might have been in love with at some point. You were certain he was attracted to you as well because he’s been touchy and has become very flirty in recent years. Both of you couldn’t express your feelings for each other so you let it be until recently when you were spending time with your best friend at their house. The two of you were in the backyard sunbathing next to the pool when Mr. Jung stuck his head out. You both made eye contact and he made it no secret that he was checking you out. His eyes met yours again and he winked and that was the end of that. “I’m gonna be honest here, this is fucking weird,” you blurt. Mr. Jung laughs making you heart flutter. “I’m going to go before it gets even more awkward.” You begin to maneuver your way around him. He grabs your elbow to stop you. “You don’t have to do that. We’re both adults here. You deserve to feel sexy. I won’t tell anyone; it’ll be our little secret.” “I know but -“ “But nothing. You like secrets don’t you?” A nod. Mr. Jung’s lip curve up in a sinister way before he continues, “Good. Now, show me what you’ve got.” You show him the bra on the hanger and he shakes his head. “No. Follow me. I’m going to take you to where the good stuff is. It rarely makes the clearance rack.” Gasping, you forgot that you were in the clearance section. You didn’t come from money but you lived almost comfortably. You also liked to find cheap options. Mr. Jung, on the other hand, did. His mother was the CEO of a successful company in Korea which expanded worldwide. Now that she had retired, Mr. Jung took over as CEO. Throughout your childhood and teenage years you went on expensive and lavish vacations and received gifts you wouldn’t have dreamed of. Now in your mid 20s, you work as an elementary school counselor. You and Mr. Jung arrived to the racks of clothing when he flipped through a couple of items. “Here, try this.” He hands you a pink lacy bra with a matching thong. “And this too.” A one piece periwinkle set was presented to you. “Mr. Jung, I can’t.” You see his body stiffen a little. He then bends his head slightly and grabs a fistful of your hair and pulls hard. “Listen to me. You would look sexy as fuck in these. Those bras would make your tits look fantastic in them.” His voice becomes lower so only you can hear. He feels your embarrassment and pulls your hair again. “Don’t be embarrassed. Just because I’m your best friend’s dad doesn’t mean we can’t help each other.” You suddenly feel dehydrated after being affected by his sudden change in demeanor. “Yes, Mr. Jung.” He smiles and releases you from his grip. The air around you is thick and you don’t know whether to run or stay. “If you don’t like them, you can choose whatever you like. I’ll pay for it.” “You really don’t have to,” you insist, “I can pay for these.” “Stop.” Mr. Jung says it sharply enough to where every inch of your body is tingling. We’re you scared? Aroused? Irritated? You didn’t know but you wished he would use that tone of voice again. “You know it’s not a problem, y/n. I want you to feel and look sexy. Now, go. I’ll be waiting.” You remained standing in your spot. Mr. Jung eyed you before asking you to try them on again. With a racing heart you stood up straighter and told him with an even voice, “No.” Jaehyun chuckled quietly, raising his brows at your defiance. “You know, I always knew you were a fucking brat. Don’t piss me off. I always have better things to do besides dealing with your attitudes.” “What if I like pissing you off? It turns me on.” Never in your life have you spoken to anyone like that. It surprised you but

Mr. Jung affected you in ways you couldn’t describe. Plus, after years of attraction, it had to be dealt with one way or another. You were manifesting a scenario like this for years and it excited you. Sure boyfriends were fun but they didn’t have a dominate side to them. Mr. Jung did but you can’t pinpoint to why you know that. He opens his mouth to say something but you scurry off to the dressing room, you change into the periwinkle one piece. Mr. Jung scrunched his nose which told you he didn’t like it. You were glad because you didn’t either. Next you put on the pink bra and panty set. Coming out of the dressing room, Mr. Jung’s eyes immediately widen as he bites his red lower lip. “Goddamn, you look so fucking good.” The praise makes you smile. You thank him. He gets up and asks you to turn around. You turn slowly as he admires how you look. He tells you to turn around. You do, showing off the set. Then he asks you to put your hands on the wall and to arch your back. Complying, your ass is to where he can smack it if he wanted. Instead he comes up behind you and grabs your hips and begins to grind himself on you. Before you had a chance to figure out what was happening, you grinded back against him and felt something hard poke you. No way was your best friend’s dad’s hard cock was on your ass. You knew it was wrong but the idea of making him hard and potentially fucking him was so insanely sexy it made you dizzy. You and Mr. Jung continued to grind against each other for another moment before he pulled away. “Fuck, okay. Grab whatever you want.” He pulls out his Black Card to shut you up. “Good girl. Go back and change and then I want to set some rules.” Following his directions, you’re back in front of Mr. Jung with the items he picked out as well as a couple of other items. He’s sitting spread eagle typing on his phone. He finally notices your presence and quickly tucks his phone away and then clears his throat. “Hi,” you say. Your heart is about come out of your chest. You hope he says something before that happens which it does. He pats his lap inviting you to sit. You oblige. “You’re so good at following directions. Shit, okay, rules. Rule 1, stop calling me Mr. Jung. You will call me Jaehyun, Daddy, or sir. Rule 2, do not text or call me on my personal phone. I will give you another phone number. Rule 3, come over to my house tomorrow night. I’ll have my chef cook something and we can watch a couple movies.” He didn’t have to add on to the sentence because you knew what he meant. “Rule 4, don’t tell anyone. That includes my daughter.” You feel apprehensive which makes Jaehyun sigh. He grabs your jaw and continues. “Don’t worry about my wife either. She’ll never suspect a thing, especially from you. You act so innocent but you’re not.” You feel almost dizzy with arousal. Jaehyun’s grip tightens on your jaw. “You know you want this.” His free hand roams up your torso and flicks your nipples through your shirt. He chuckles and does it again. You gasp rolling your hips on his lap. “Yes daddy, I do want this,” you sigh. Jaehyun releases your jaw seemingly satisfied with your answer. “Baby girl,” he groans softly. “You follow directions so well. Come here.” Your lips attach to his. Your body is screaming with excitement and relief; you’ve wanted to kiss Jaehyun for years and now you are. His lips feel like what you’ve imagined - soft and pillowy. His kisses were short but it was enough to make you wet. “Let’s go pay.” You and Jaehyun part ways. When you get home your phone buzzes with a new message. Unknown [7:49 pm]: Hi baby girl You [7:51 pm]: Hi Jae Daddy Jae🥰💚 [7:52]: Jae? What did I say earlier? You [7:52 pm]: Hi Jaehyun 🙄 Daddy Jae🥰💚 [7:53 pm]: Good girl. You’re still coming over tomorrow right? You [7:53 pm]: Of course, why wouldn’t I? Daddy Jae🥰💚 [7:58 pm]: I don’t know. Maybe because I want to fuck the shit out of my daughters friend? You [8:00 pm]: you what?! 😱 Daddy Jae🥰💚 [8:00 pm]: don’t play dumb baby girl. We both know we want each other. Some of us more than others. Your eyebrows

fly up as your mouth drops slightly open. You weren’t that obvious were you? You were positive that your crush on Jaehyun wasn’t noticeable. You were absolutely certain that him becoming more flirtatious was a coincidence when you graduated university and came back to live in your hometown as an older and mature adult. You might have flirted back but was never serious about it. Now you were faced with a challenge: either you could stop this immediately and pretend it never happened or you could throw caution into the wind and continue. With shaky fingers you type out a message. You [8:05 pm]: you want to fuck me. I wish I could say I’m surprised but when you look at me like I’m your prey how can I resist falling into your trap? You [8:06 pm]: I wish you could’ve felt me earlier. I was wet as fuck after we kissed. Too bad you didn’t bend me over right there and have everyone in the store hear us Daddy Jae🥰💚 [8:07 pm]: you are a fucking tease! You [8:07 pm]: I’m sorry Daddy :( You [8:09 pm]: attachment: 1 Daddy Jae🥰💚 [8:14 pm]: baby girl, you’re treading dangerous waters You [8:16 pm]: I know ;) Daddy Jae🥰💚 [8:16 pm]: don’t be late coming over tomorrow night. Wear that pretty pink set for me. You [8:17 pm]: yes daddy *** The next evening, you were sitting in your car in front of your best friend’s house. Your nerves were so bad that you almost texted Jaehyun that you changed your mind, it was a bad idea. You also spent the day pacing bath and forth and muttering to yourself. Eventually the time came and you got ready. You messaged Jaehyun to let him know that you arrived. You see the front door open and he hops on a golf cart to reach you. “Hey,” he says. “Hi,” you answer. You feel him checking you out despite you wearing the most baggiest and comfiest clothes ever; it was kind of unsexy really but you didn’t care. He leans in to kiss your cheek but you turn your head and meet his lips with yours. Surprised at first Jaehyun relaxes and finally slides his tongue in your mouth. You’re absolutely blown away at how good Jaehyun tastes and he uses his tongue. The wet sounds of your kiss is enough for you to squeeze your thighs together. Jaehyun pulls away with red lips. “You know, if you’re that good at kissing,” he says, “I wonder if you’re amazing at sucking cock.” (You were but that was for you to know and for him to find out.) Riding up to the front door, jaehyun brings his finger to his lips. “We’ve gotta be quiet. My wife is home.” You smack his arm. He yelpe and asks you what your problem is. “We’re not fucking in the same house as your wife!” comes your sharp whisper. Jaehyun turns and gently pushes you against the wall. He takes a hand and wraps it around your throat and squeezes lightly. “You’re right, baby girl. But you need to shut that pretty mouth of yours. I don’t want to get caught railing our daughter’s friend over the couch.” Your breathing picks up. “We’re going to the guest house.” Jaehyun releases you and leads you through the dark house and into the backyard where another golf cart was. Hopping on the both of you drive to the guest house. There, Jaehyun opens the door and leads you inside. After a while, you lay on the couch happily after eating and drinking. Although you knew Jaehyun, getting to know him on an intimate level was amazing and thrilling. He pours you another drink. Coming over to the couch, he sits down next to you. “You know, I never thought I would be in this situation.” You say. He quirks an eyebrow waiting for you to elaborate. “I mean, I’ve been in love with you for years, Jaehyun. I couldn’t act on my feelings because it’s morally wrong to be in love with your best friend’s dad! I don’t know what changed but I hope we never go back to what we had before.” Jaehyun says nothing. It makes you nervous because you’ve never been so open about your feelings. The silence grows louder and longer. You wonder if you had made a mistake by talking. “I’m glad you picked up on what I’ve been doing,” he finally says. “You’re a smart girl with goals and ambitions.” He lists off

what he loves about your personality. “Not to mention you’re beautiful as hell.” You blush slightly at the compliment. You don’t know when or how he got into your space but you’re rubbing the tips of your noses together. You look into his dark eyes and see them twinkling with lust and admiration. You close the space between you both and kiss him. It’s a mess of lips and spit and teasing but damn if it didn’t turn you on. He pulls you into his lap and begins to play with your tits through your shirt. He asks if you’re wearing the pink set. Without saying a word, you guide his hands under your shirt where he makes contact with the lacy material. He takes your shirt off and sucks on them. Grabbing the couch from behind him, you rock your hips against his crotch. Jaehyun grunts lowly which makes you roll your hips again. Now grabbing the back of his head, you pet his hair as he sucks on your nipple before taking it between his teeth and pulls. You gasp, accidentally pulling his hair. He groans and bites your other nipple. Pulling his hair again he releases your nipple from his mouth to slap your tits hard. His hands go further to your jaw. He squeezes it hard before slapping one cheek. “God, fuck!” you whine. Jaehyun grins and slaps you two more times before he asks you to get off of him. “Pretty girl likes being slapped like a slut?” He reaches down to squeeze his cock through his pants. You follow his movements which makes your panties even more damp. “Come here and make me feel good. I want to feel that pretty mouth of yours.” You kneel in front of him as he undresses himself. His cock was nice; a little above average with veins going every which way. It’s also slightly curved. Take it into your hand you stroke jaehyun a couple times. He watches you take the head into your mouth and suck gently. “Good girl,” he whispers. You start to suck jaehyun off increasing the speed. Using your spit as lubricant, you stroke him while sucking him. The double sensation has jaehyun muttering and cursing to whatever higher power is out there. He tries his damnedest to not shove his cock down your throat; you surprise him instead by Going down, down, down. He moans so loudly that you’re afraid someone will hear. “Don’t worry,” your best friend said. “My parents had this soundproofed for whenever there’s parties happening and people decide they want to have a little extra fun without disturbing others.” You come up for air. Jaehyun’s panting, eyes wild. You deep throat him again while massaging his balls. It’s enough to make jaehyun cum hard and he’s barely gotten started. “Stop, stop!” he says. “Stand up and take off those pants for me.” You do. “God, you’re so sexy. Fuck. Look at me.” Raising your eyes to meet his. He’s so turned on that his eyes have gone from brown to almost black. He get up from the couch and now standing in front of you. “Don’t look away.” His hands caress your thigh before his fingers meet the seat of your panties. He smiles. “Wet, baby?” You don’t say anything. He repeats his question. No answer again. He raises his hand to slap you. You’re met with 5 slaps alternating each cheek before you answer. “I’m so wet for you daddy.” That’s all Jaehyun needs to hear before he moves the panties to the slide and runs his index finger between your folds. He slides his finger in you, moaning. He pumps it in and out of you making you gasp and groan quietly. His thumb meets your clit and you almost collapse but you don’t as Jaehyun is holding you up by your back. With double stimulation happening, your body becomes alight with desire. You begin to call for him to eat your pussy. “Daddy, I need my pussy eaten. I haven’t gotten eaten out in a long time. Please, let me ride your face and get it wet with my cum.” At that Jaehyun whines. “You sound so fucking pathetic, baby girl. Do you deserve you sit on my face?” “Yes daddy. I need a real man to eat my pussy.” “Aw, did those silly fuck boys not treat your cunt well?” You shake your head. They barely found your clit. Everything was about their pleasure and theirs only.

Very rarely did you get off as well. Slipping his finger out of you Jaehyun squats, draping one leg over his shoulder. He wastes no time diving into your pussy, tongue darting in and out quickly. His tongue reaches tour clit. Alternating between sucking and licking and fingering you, your hips began to thrust forward. Jaehyun puts the tip of his tongue on your clit as you ride his face. With each stroke you feel closer to cumming. Suddenly he takes your clit back in his mouth and sucks until you cum. He tries to pull away but you hold him against your cunt. When you calm down he finally pulls away, mouth wet and a satisfied smile. “Wow.” And that’s all you have to say. Jaehyun wipes his mouth and kisses you softly as he guides you back to the couch. “Baby girl, you have no idea how turned on I am right now. I want to fuck you. I need to fuck you. I want to ride my cock. Fuck, let me just have you all night. Can I? Can I have you?” “Who sounds pathetic now?” you say opening your legs. Jaehyun takes that as an invitation. Grabbing a condom, he slides it on his sensitive cock. Jaehyun’s frame is now over you as he teases the head of his cock against your clit. “Jaehyun if you don’t fuck me this instant I-“ you’re cut off by him sliding into you. He groans loudly, chest rising fast. “You’re so wet,” he comments. “I bet my dick can stretch you better than anyone.” “You sound so confident, daddy. I don’t think so, all my other guys were bigger than you. And they made me squirt. A lie, but you liked seeing Jaehyun jealous. Frowning at that, he pulls out and slams back in. He repeats this several times until he has you a moaning mess. He picks up the pace and fucks into you harder until it’s skin slapping against skin. “Right there, daddy, don’t stop, please don’t stop!” His cock keeps sliding against something inside you. You’re not sure what it is but it’s making your orgasm come faster. Jaehyun smiles as he continues fucking into you. “Baby girl loves my cock doesn’t she? She seems like she can’t get enough.” You whine as you claw at his arms. ��I feel you fluttering around me, shit. Shit stop doing that.” You squeeze around him one more time before he fucks you even harder, his hips going impossibly fast as he chases his own orgasm. He adjusts himself one more time - your clit brushed against his pelvis and you cum. Hard. Whining and moaning you claw at jaehyun still squeezing and releasing him. He moans loudly again and gives three more thrusts before he cums. You feel his cock throbbing inside you as he still thrusts. Finally he collapses on top of you littering your neck with kisses. You don’t want to make it awkward but you just had sex with someone you’ve known since childhood. This is new territory and you’re not sure how to approach it. “So…” “So.” “What do we do now?” Jaehyun slides out of you and throws away the condom in the nearby trash. You admire him as he cleans up. “I’m not going to leave you.” You almost cry. No man has ever done after care with you. You always felt like a cum bucket every time you had sex with random men, hell, even your boyfriends. “Okay.” Jaehyun calls for you to follow him to the bedroom and you do. Both climbing into bed, he pulls you close to him. His eyes tell a story but you can’t figure it out. And you’re okay with that. “Listen,” he starts off. “I do want this to continue but we have to still keep it low key.” You nod and yawn. “We’ll talk about this more later. Sleep well baby girl.” He finishes his sentence saying he loves you in his native Korean.

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“Okay,” she agreed, and stepped away.

If there was one thing she’d learned about Rai, it was that he didn’t like to be crowded. It was difficult for her to adjust to, because she really was a very touchy-feely clingy person. She’d been alone so long, and she was touch starved, and if it was up to her, she’d have almost constant company. But she knew that very thing wore on his nerves, so she did her very best to hide that it upset her at all when he said no. He deserved to be respected, and to live as close to a life as he wanted. She had no say in who he was or what he did with himself.

Besides, he hadn’t said no, he’d said not yet. And it wasn’t like there wasn’t anything to be said for time to oneself. Like right now! She could really appreciate how her feet sunk into the sand as she walked, and the more distance between her and Rai, the more she allowed herself to feel her own feelings about what had happened back there, instead of just worrying about how he was feeling.

And it was mostly okay, really! He’d gotten a little too enthusiastic, but most importantly, when she’d told him to wait, he had! And that was why she insisted he was a good man. Because he’d respected her ‘no’. He hadn’t pushed for more, he hadn’t pretended he didn’t hear her… She felt safe with him, because she knew he was trustworthy.

As soon as her feet hit the wet sand, she forgot all about mistakes and gallantry, though. The sparks of light under her weight had her grinning like an idiot. She immediately began to skip and jump, making the sparkles fly. But oh! Once the water touched her feet, her attention shifted entirely once more.

The blue bioluminescence burst, and her desire from not long before flared up once again. Fates, but it was gorgeous! She stepped into the warm water, ankle-deep, then kicked, letting the brilliant blue fly up and rain down on her. Then, with a laugh, she simply plunged in, waist-deep, and spun in circles, holding her arms out to create as much light as she could.

An idea struck her, and she began to wave her arms back and forth, controlling the bioluminescence and shaping the light into a large, glowing picture, until the ocean around her looked like glowing foam art in a giant latte. 

It was a wonder to watch her. And that thought was stupid and sappy but whatever. They were dating, he was allowed. She leapt and skipped and kicked at the sand and the water and even from this distance, he was sure she was beaming. He couldn’t help but smile too. Her enthusiasm for just about everything in life was contagious.

For a few minutes, he sat there, watching her and sipping water, letting his body and mind catch up with what was going on right now, what had just happened, and pushing away the vestigial guilt whenever it arose. Her laughter carried over to him easily - with his powers, his hearing had always been far better than most. His smile widened, his gaze softening, and suddenly, he needed to be in that water with her. 

Finally, he got to his feet, letting his shirt fall to the ground again. Modesty be damned. He wanted to go in the ocean, too! 

He made his way over, glancing down at the strange glowy sand as he went, then wading into the ocean and grinning despite himself at how the bioluminescence bloomed with his every movement. When he was a couple of foot away from her, he realised that she’d created art in the water, and hell if that wasn’t one of the most impressive things he’d ever seen. 

“Jeez, linda,” he murmured, staring at the picture. “Leave you alone for a couple minutes…” He laughed, standing beside her waist deep in the ocean and slipping an arm around her waist. It felt damn good to be pressed against her side again like this. 

She’d been so caught up in what she was creating that she hadn’t heard him arrive until he spoke to her, she started just a little, but beamed at him. And then he was right there, with his arm around her, and suddenly her desire was as strong as it had every been.

She gazed up at him and didn’t say, I missed you, because she didn’t want him to feel suffocated by her. Instead, she pressed a kiss to his cheek. “You like it? Maybe I’ll get a tattoo of it,” she teased. It was an enormous butterfly, and despite the movement of the water, the art held its shape. It was could to have control of light.

“Having a good break?”

He really did look much better now, smiling and relaxed and content again.