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bubbledumbbinch · 3 years ago

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Thank you so much for doing my ask(>0<；)

I LOVED IT. I kinda have a thing for shy characters if you could tell. If you don't mind, can I request the same oral headcanons for Ruggie, Jamil, Jade and Rook this time? The one who look like the service tops? Thank you so much💕💕

Eek hello again! I’m so happy you enjoyed my last one!! I had fun writing it! Ty for the request again, I’m v excited for these set of characters. And, I like the shy ones too 🙈

ALSO THESE CAME OUT MORE LIKE SCENARIOS JKSDKJNDKNAK

A/N: This piece of writing is for 18+ readers only. Minors DO NOT INTERACT.

Warnings: Mild story spoilers for Episode 4 for Jamil(?) , mentions of blood for Jade, slight yandere for Rook

NSFW UNDER THE CUT!

Ruggie Bucchi x Reader

Giving

Right so, it’s no secret that Ruggie is a real giver. He does so much work for Leona and is known for being giving in his community back home! He’s too sweet!

Ruggie playfully slaps your ass as you walk through the halls of NRC, making you gasp as you look around at your surroundings, making sure nobody caught him. Taking his squeezes on your body as a hint, he leads you to a hidden corner and starts to tease you more.

Ruggie also isn’t picky on location either, willing to find a hidden place around the school, a janitor’s closet, or an empty classroom. This man will please you anytime, anywhere.

The dirty blonde would definitely feel you up in preparation, knowing what spots to linger on, letting out his signature shishishi~ as he can hear you moan or feel you shiver at his fingers.

Ruggie pushes your form onto the door lightly, giggling at the way it rattled from the pressure.

Pulling your pants down, the smell of your sweat from throughout the day, permeates his senses making his cock and ears twitch. It’s a dirty pleasure~

I can also imagine him saying “THANK YOU FOR THIS MEAL” before going down on you

Ruggie is aggressively trying to make you cum, he’s rough yet so good with his tongue, keen on hearing those sharp noises from your mouth.

When you get close, you put your hands on his head, rubbing his ears and giving him so many praises. He feels his cock twitch in his pants as he starts sucking on your clit with more fervor than before - making you squirt on his face

The beastman laps up at your juices as you ride out your high, eating up the flavors and the noises coming from you~

“Shishishi~ Y/N, you couldn’t help those lewd noises from coming out hm?” Ruggie teases, as he helps you put your pants back on. “Careful though, next time, I don’t want to risk having anybody else but me hearing those noises, okay~?”

Receiving

You and Ruggie are in his bedroom back at Savanaclaw, after a tiring day of him running errands for Leona. You praise him for his efforts and offer to suck him off to reward him for being such a good helper!

Ruggie is not used to someone offering to service HIM instead of the other way around, so don’t tease him for looking so shocked!

He blushes, asking if you’re sure you really want to. Internally there is some doubt as if he doesn’t know if you really meant it or if you were just joking.

Once he realizes you’re serious, he eagerly strips down to his boxers, letting the tent in his pants be all the more obvious.

You wanted to service the hardworking hyena boy as much as possible, stroking him through the cloth of his undergarments until you could see a dark spot on the briefs where the tip of his dick was.

Suddenly, you felt your hands moving on their own. You looked up as Ruggie was controlling your hands, making you pull his underwear off, as he couldn’t take anymore messing around.

Eventually he lets control of you go, and he lets you bring his cock into your waiting mouth. He closes his eyes and lays into his pillow, groaning immediately.

After working his length in your mouth, he uses his hands to pull at your hair, his tail now wagging violently under him.

It doesn’t take long before he already starts to twitch in your mouth. As he gets closer, he asks to cum on your body, preferably on your chest

Ruggie lets out hot frequent pants as he releases, his ears twitching in delight as he paints your naked chest with his cum

He isn’t satisfied with one time, he is greedy and wants you to make him cum at least twice!

“Haanh- wow..! It felt so good, Y/N...” the blonde panted. He stroked himself back to hardness as he looked at his seed that served as art on your body. “Here, open your mouth, c-can you do it again for me? Please?”

Jamil Viper x Reader

Giving

Jamil has also been a giver for most if not all of his life. As we’ve come to find out, he isn’t extremely happy about being a giver and in turn putting himself and his desires after.

However, when it comes to you, Jamil wants to give you so much, at least as much as he can within his power. Nobody has cared this much about him romantically to a point where he can feel like he can be himself.

Jamil convinced to teach you how to make one of your favorite dishes of his in Scarabia’s kitchen, his hands grazing over yours as he stands behind you, fingers lingering over places all over your body, his touches ghosting over your ass. You hadn’t even gotten to the actual “cooking” part, only gathering the necessary ingredients and starting to cut vegetables.

Jamil’s offer to pleasure you with his mouth comes from him as he stands behind your smaller form, whispering in your ear about how he would love to taste you, making you whimper at the sound of his voice combined with his lewd words. You find yourself grinding onto Jamil, hearing a hiss leave his mouth.

After finding a clean table in the kitchen to set you on top of, Jamil makes sure to lock the door to the kitchen and make sure the coast is clear before he stalks back to your form with a mischievous glint in his eye, promptly pulling your pants down and licks up your clothed pussy.

Jamil moves the cloth to the side and skillfully uses his tongue to lick up and down your cunt, then directing his attention to flicking his tongue on your clit.

Jamil’s so good at this you have to wonder how many time’s he’s done it before, but a particularly hard suck at your clit is bringing your full attention back to him.

Jamil also knows how to use his hands, bringing his calloused fingertips from basketball practice and putting them to use on your nipples.

Maintaining eye contact with his dark eyes, Jamil works you up gradually to a slow but intense climax. He holds onto your legs as you squirm in front of him. You’re struggling to find something on the smooth table to grip onto so you bring your fingers to his head, feeling his smooth black locks in your grasp.

Only moans and slurping sounds can only be heard in the kitchen as you try to keep yourself silent. “Y/N...” Jamil’s liquid honey voice calls to you. “Let me hear those beautiful sounds you’re making, my jewel. Let me hear you scream out my name as you cum..!” was all you heard before losing yourself to the pleasure once again.

Receiving

Jamil was coming by to visit you at Ramshackle dorm after basketball practice. The way his tan skin glistened with sweat never escaped you, and your gaze trailed from his eyes, to his arms, down to his gym pants. His sweat seeped through his clothes and created multiple dark spots.

Unfortunately, or fortunately, Jamil was perceptive and smirked once he noticed where your gaze was at the moment, blush coating his cheek as he chuckled. He would never push you however to do anything sexual, if you didn’t want to.

Like Ruggie, Jamil would be a bit shocked about you offering to give him a blowjob. He knew you were bold but... the fact you were offering it to him and knowing who he was, what he’s done, and you still forgave him... Jamil is absolutely shocked but he feels a certain emotion that makes his heart feel warm.

He lets you take the lead as you both lay in bed, kissing him gently while stroking him through his pants. Every grunt and pant is like music to your ears.

You crawl down so your face is near his crotch, as you pull down his pants and free his member. After a few pumps and a very visible bead of precum comes to your attention, you stare into his eyes as you take him into your mouth.

Jamil releases a low sigh, as if he doesn’t want to be heard by a single soul. His expression can only be described as admiring as you bob your head up and down his cock, stroking what you can’t fit into your mouth in your dominant hands.

Jamil covers his face with his hood, cheeks visibly red and his hair splayed messily on your bed. Suddenly, he bucks his hips up when you tongue his head, causing you to moan in pleasure.

Jamil warns you of his incoming release, telling you to go faster. You answer his pleas and suck more of him and move your hand faster up and down his dick, causing him to groan loudly and release his hot cum.

You look up and see him staring down at you with piercing dark orbs, black bangs sticking to the side of his face as he’s panting heavily.

“Let me see it, my jewel. Open your mouth.” You obeyed Jamil and opened your mouth to reveal all of his cum on your tongue, allowing it to drip onto his limp cock. “Tsk, it looks you’re gonna have to clean this up now...” Jamil placed a hand on your cheek and lowered your head again, gently.

Jade Leech x Reader

Giving

Lord have mercy I’m boutta BUST

Jade notices how tired you are when you’re both working shifts in the Mostro Lounge, seeing how you stretch your back and move a bit slower than usual. He can tell you’re nearing the end of your multiple hour shift.

Once you’re both finished your shifts, Jade offers to lend you his bed to rest on. He smirks once you turn away hehe

While you rest yourself on his bed, you take off your blazer, scarf, and hat from your uniform. You close your and you hear Jade from across the room shuffling about - removing his shoes, the sounds of his clothes being placed into his closet, his steady breathing.

Jade was beautiful. 190cm of pure intimidation, yet he was always gentle and chivalrous towards you. His stunning eyes were unique and the way he smiled at you only served to send shivers through your body. Not with fear but exhilaration.

You moved your head to sniff at his pillow, inhaling his scent of light cologne and pressing your legs together under his covers. Suddenly you hear him leave the room and you take the bold liberty to remove your shirt and pants. If he finds you, you can just weasel your way into making him believe you were too hot, right?

After several minutes of imagining Jade’s presence and his scent, you nearly screamed when you felt a sudden dip in weight on the bed, opening your eyes to see Jade’s signature smile.

Once he rips off his sheets from your body, he smirks and trails his fingers lightly along your form - from your chest, your abdomen, then finally to the waistline of your panties.

Jade bites you lightly, on your plush thighs, drawing a bit of blood and licking the wounds, making you squeal.

“May I?” Jade looks into your eyes, voice as smooth as ever. After given the signal of approval, Jade removes your undergarments swiftly and gets to work on your leaking pussy, tongue changing paces on your clit.

After a few minutes, Jade eases off. “If you don’t mind, darling...” he simply mutters as he takes off his gloves and inserts his long middle finger into your hole, earning a throaty moan from you.

Jade feels his cock leaking from the actions and sounds coming from his partner - yet he only pays attention to you, focusing his energy on pleasing you.

It feels like electricity running through you as your orgasm rips through your body - you gripping onto Jade’s bedding as you still feel him on your pussy, slowing down his ministrations as you come down from your high.

“Oya oya~ what do we have here?” Jade whispers. “I could smell your arousal from the other room, darling. Have I been neglecting you?” He feigns sadness as he raises his eyebrows and licks his lips. “Don’t worry, I’ll service you soon so, please, allow me...”

Receiving

Jade was coming back to campus from one of his frequent trips to the mountains to gather some mushrooms. Some were questionable and some were edible, and Jade loved to find out which were which.

You offer to service Jade, teasingly, when he told you he was going to cook one of your favorite mushroom dishes for you with his fresh inventory.

“Oya? Don’t tease me like that, you’ll make me think you’re serious. Although, that would be nice.” He chuckled, patting your head. You huffed and started working on his pants, lowering them to reveal his still flaccid penis.

You started gently working on Jade’s length with your fingers, watching how the blood started to rush to it and make it harden. As precum leaked down his dick, you licked it from where it was on his length back up to his tip, taking him into your mouth.

Jade only offered a pleased “Hm.” as you started to move his girthy dick in and out of your mouth. You stared up to see his face, still the same expression as ever, but with a light blush across his cheeks. Were you not making him feel good..?

As if the eel merman could sense your feelings, he gave you firm praises telling you how good it feels and to keep going.

As you move faster, Jade starts meeting your pace by moving his hips to meet your mouth, chasing after his own release.

Jade makes light grunts and starts panting when he finally cums into your mouth, staring into your eyes. You swear his heterochromatic eyes glow, whether you have the lights on or not.

“Aah, darling... you were lovely.” Jade praises you and strokes your hair. “I wonder, how you’ll feel if you serviced me with your other holes...” Jade’s smile only grew as he bared his serrated teeth.

Rook Hunt x Reader

lord have mercy im boutta bust part 2

Giving

Rook Hunt is a romantic - he’s over the top, poetic, compliments you endlessly, gives you plenty of affection, what more could you want from a lover? Some may think he was too eccentric but you loved that about him.

You were in his room as he showed you his collection of photos. You knew Rook had a thing for taking candid photos of people, it was quirky and it made him unique! However, when you passed by a certain page, Rook quickly tried to take the album from you frantically.

After finally pulling it back, you open the next pages to see many photos of you from afar, close up photos of your clothed chest and photos of you in gym class, your shorts showing off your thighs shining with sweat. Around the photos were hearts on the photo covers and cute stickers.

Rook visibly grows embarrassed, furrowing his brows and looks away from you.

However, you take the opportunity to bring his chin back to face you, and plant a loving kiss onto his lips. Were you really not creeped out by him?! You already had a feeling Rook would have done something like this. In fact, the idea of him being so fixated on you only turned you on more.

“Mon amour... I’m sorry but you are so ravishing I could not resist.” Rook bites the bottom of your lip, making you gasp. He uses this opportunity to skillfully let his tongue slip into your mouth. Feeling the way his tongue moved over your tongue, you couldn’t help but whisper “I wish I could feel your tongue somewhere else, mon chasseur d’amour...”

Something inside of him awoke when you used what little knowledge of his mother tongue to speak so seductively like that. Swiftly, Rook lifted you from your position on your chair and brought you to his bed.

With your permission, he stripped you down fully naked to be able to admire your beauty. He sighed as his cock twitched in his pants at the sight of your nude form.

It feels like heaven once Rook’s mouth is kissing your lower lips. He moans into your cunt as he tastes your juices - making a show of his tongue working hard on your clit. Vibrations are sent from his throat through your body as he moans while sucking violently on your clit, making you scream in pleasure.

Yet, he doesn’t stop - after he notices you really love when he does that, he keeps going. Now, he slips a finger to your dripping pussy and uses his fingers on his other hands to play with your nipples.

The overstimulation has you screaming, panting his name and squeezing his head into your thighs. You’re cumming as a blubbering mess, only his name leaving your mouth as high pitched squeals.

“Ah, Y/N, mon amour...” Rook’s blonde locks stick to his face in a mixture of his sweat and your juices as he raises his head up. “You were amazing! I wish I could have recorded that so I could watch it over and over again... you won’t mind if I did that next time, right?”

Receiving

You and Rook hadn’t seen each other as often as you’d like, recently. Whether it was with his Science club’s activities, your assignment workload being too intense, or just misalignment of schedule free time, you felt down.

You missed your blonde lover and his affection. Therefore, you hatched a plan. You had ordered a bunny suit and ears and were waiting in his room. You admired the way your thighs and breasts looked in the suit, angled his chair towards the door, sat on it with your legs crossed, and waited.

After minutes that felt like hours, you heard his footsteps and humming from outside of his room. Opening the door, Rook stopped dead in his tracks as he caught sight of you waiting for him.

He dropped his backpack to the floor, closed the door, and practically dashed to where you were sitting, falling to his knees and kissing your pantyhose clad legs.

After a few heated kisses were exchanged from this position, you got up to lift the blonde up from the floor and push him to the chair you were just sitting in.

“Roook~ my love, I’ve missed you...” you whined, unbuckling his pesky uniform pants. “Let me service you today, mon chasseur d’amour~” he groans at the use of his self given nickname leaving your mouth.

Rook watches intently as you pull his pants down and kiss up his legs, stopping where his undergarments started. Gazing up at him with half lidded eyes, you took the fabric down with your teeth, causing him to breathe heavily and moan at the sight

You part your lips and lick his throbbing pink head, tasting the precum as you sink further down his length. Slowly, you bring your head back up only to come back down, sucking his cock eagerly.

Rook had a mirror on his wall that was, luckily, facing him so he could see the view of your back and the way your ass looked in the tight bunny suit you wore. He even fawned over the little tail that was on top.

Cupping his balls and stroking his cock with your free hand and your mouth, you could feel him twitch. Rook brought his calloused hands to entwine his fingers in your hair as he feels himself coming close to his orgasm.

Rook spits nothing but praises into your ears as he releases his seed into your mouth, listening to you gag lightly. You swallow his cum and he pulls you up high enough to kiss you, his greedy tongue tasting himself in your mouth.

“Mon amour, what a little trickster you are, no? I never expected to see you waiting for me... it’s like I got caught in your trap, oui?” Rook wiped his forehead of his sticky sheen of sweat. “My, bunny... you look like you’re in heat. Why don’t we take care of that together? I’ll help you this time...”

Anyways...

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utascumdump · 4 years ago

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Gagged Up ~ M. Fushiguro & Reader NSFW - 18+

It’s my first request and oddly enough my first write on Tumblr since I joined.

I want to say first that I’m sorry if it turns out shitty as fuck. Also, if you enjoyed it could you let others know about it so I can get more opinions on my writing style.

Cw: Characters are aged up 20+. Gagging, Daddy Kink, Spitting, Bratty! Reader, Degradation, Spanking, Oral (F. receiving), Slight bondage, Rough Sex, Breeding, Praise Kink, Aftercare..Let me know if I miss anything as you read.

Minors please *inhales* DO NOT FUCKING INTERACT OR YOU WILL BE BLOCKED *exhales* with that be said let’s continue.🥰

4 Page count with 2,394 words

It started out as a regular day for most people. However, a group of four decided to go out and meet up at the park. Two coming from the same destination holding hands and walking quietly.

They’ve all decided to take a break from fighting curses for a day. They are and talked about things they missed over the years from being apart. Megumi sitting away from the group off to the side. Everything was going relatively normal...(For the most part).

“O-Oi Itadori stop it ri-right now,” Nobora stated laughing in between her sentences. He was laughing away almost sounding like a hyena. They were telling each other of the funniest things they’ve seen happened.

However, the next laugh that came in was obnoxiously loud. The sound of a loud cackle reached Megumi’s ears from afar.

Megumi looked up from his spot under the tree shade and looked across the park at the trio dying of laughter. He was already annoyed from Gojo-sensei’s annoying antics from early that morning.

Watching the trio while lost in thought thinking of how annoying his sensei is in the morning. He recalls Gojo banging obnoxiously on his apartment door at 4:00 a.m. to tell him about something in which Fushiguro thought it was honestly the stupidest thing ever.

He was quickly brought out of his thoughts because of the loud cackling from Y/N. He furrowed his brows looking at her with a frown on his face. He began to get more annoyed with her antics. This has been going on for an hour and a half. He asked Y/N about 5 times already if she could tone down their volume. However, he can’t help but feel that she were doing it on purpose.

He clenched his fist tightly and clenches his jaw. He slowly got up and made his way to the trio with a calm expression on his face. But on the inside?? He was furious and done with Y/N’s bratty antics. He knew she was doing this to get under his skin. He caught her glancing at him each time she let out a loud cackle.

When he got to them finally he got straight to the point instead of beating around the bush. “Come on Y/N we’re leaving and it’s not a choice, it’s an order.” He didn’t wait for her to get up instead he turned his back walking away.

Y/N glanced at the others and told them she would see them some time later. However, she didn’t realized what was coming. Yeah, she’ll admit she was trying to get under his skin, but she never saw him acted like this. While in her thoughts she didn’t realized that Megumi stopped walking with his hands clenched in his pockets. Looking up she realized that he was looking back her over his shoulder with a look she couldn’t describe.

“Tch” he turned his head back around and kept walking back to their shared apartment. He was thinking of the things he wanted to do. But one thought really stuck with him for the duration of the walk back to the expensive looking apartment building. He wanted to gag Y/N so he could teach her how to be quiet like the good slut she was behind closed doors.

Making their way to the entrance of their apartment, Megumi unlocked the door and grabbed her by the wrist and yanked her inside. He slammed her against the door causing the door to shut from the pure force. He looked down at her and watched how she slightly squirmed from the intense stare and the cold door.

“Why must you act out and be a brat in front of others?” he spoke with a sultry honey toned voice. When she didn’t answer he grabbed her by the neck and squeezed to the point it sent waves down to Y/N’s heat. “I believe that I did asked a question unless I’m talking to myself and you know what I said about that.” he spoke with the same tone voice.

She breathed in shuddering when he pressed his body against her making her body pressed harder against the door. “I-I don’t know m’sorry daddy.” she replied feeling her legs shaking. Megumi, who disliked her answer, reached his other hand down and softly rubbed on her clit from under her skirt. “You know I hate lying so why do it when you can just tell the truth and avoid a harsh punishment, hmm.” he told her and moved his hand away and reached out to lock the door.

He picked her up and carried her to their bedroom over his shoulder. Once he reached the bedroom he closed the door and threw her down on the bed. He reached into the side drawer and brought out an item she couldn’t see. He made sure to hide it from her. He looked down at her from where he was standing.

He looked her up and down with a scowl on his face thinking of the things she did. He clicked his tongue and took off his shirt. “Take my pants off and don’t make me wait,” he told her and tilted his head to show authority. She looked him up and down and bites her lip. “No,” she simply stated and looked at the ceiling.

He rose a brow and stared at her and stepped closer to the bed. “What was that, say that again I don’t think I heard you correctly,” he leaned down a bit and stared at her intensely. Y/N’s breaths had now became broken gasps now becoming slightly fearful of the dominant side of Megumi she only witnesses when acting out.

“I-I said no, you t-take them off yourself,” she suddenly felt him grip her jaw harshly and made her look at him. She could tell by the look on his face that the ending outcome was not going to be good for her. He grips her skirt and rips it off and throws it somewhere in the room to be forgotten about. He teasingly rubbed on the wet spot that was visible in her panties.

She grabs his wrist and grinds on his fingers. He pulls his hand back and backs up to go to the closet. She started whining from the lack of touch and was beginning to get horny and needier. He grabbed a red silk cloth and a rope and brought them over to the bed. When she saw said items she began to plead with fear. “N-no daddy please I’ll be good I promise,” she backed away but not getting far. He gripped her ankles and pulled her to the edge of the bed.

He grabbed the ball gag out of his pocket and strapped it gagging her in the process. “You made too much noise all day so it’s time to be quiet. Isn’t that right my filthy slut,” he taunted knowing she can no longer speak clearly. She responded yes but it was muffled by the gag, drool immediately dripping down the corners of her mouth. He chuckled at the pathetic sight in front of him and grabbed her by the arm.

He turned her around and made her top half bend over the bed. He took in the sight before him feeling himself tighten in his sweats. “Now bratty little girls like you deserved to be punished right,” he questioned and rubbed her right cheek. He heard her try to muffle out replies but she couldn’t so instead she frantically shook her head in agreement. He harshly smacked her right ass cheek and she let out muffled cries. He did the same to the other each smack on a different cheek. He finally let up when both cheeks were bright red with hands prints on both.

He grabbed the rope off of the floor and tied her hands behind her back. All while Y/N is in the background a sobbing mess from the spanking she just received. He sat her up and laid her on her back with his face hovering over her heat. He flatten his tongue out and licked her folds through her laced panties. She bucked her hips up to get more friction. He pulled back and took her panties off, a string of her arousal can be seen as he pulls them down her legs fully taking them off. He spits on her folds and sucks on her clit. He brings a hand up and rubs a finger against her nearing the entrance. He quickly sunk a finger in making her let out a muffled cry.

“Aww what my little cock warmer thought that I would let her cum. Now why would I do that when you acted out today. Be a good slut a turn over for daddy,” he cooed slightly and took off his sweats and boxers in one go. He fisted his length two times before grabbing the blindfold. Y/N turns on her stomach slowly, her thighs shaking from the denial of her orgasm, and arched her back deeply. He groaned at the sight and tied the blindfold around her eyes, making her see nothing but the darkness that greeted her.

Megumi pushed his cock against her folds coating it in her arousal and his spit. He tapped against her twice before quickly thrusting in and bottoming out making her let out a muffled scream. He thrusted his hips back and forth slowly and rubbed his hand down her back. He leaned over her frame slightly going slightly deeper than before and snapped into her hips. Going at a ruthless pace he grabbed a fist full of her hair and pulled her back so her back was against his chest.

“You wanna cum slut, huh, wanna cum on daddy’s cock don’t you,” he questioned as he wrapped his hand around her neck as she whimpered out a yes. He unclipped the ball gag and threw it on the bed. He yanked her head back and looked at her cloth covered face. “Open your mouth,” he said in a demanding way. She obediently opened her mouth and he spit in her mouth telling her to swallow. He watched as she swallowed and let out a low moan directly in her ear. “Fu-fuck baby you take daddy’s cock so well,” he let her go making her body hit the bed.

He had a vice grip on her hips bringing her back to meet his harsh thrusts. “D-daddy yes, f-fuck fuck, I’m gonna cum. He slowed his thrusts down and pulled out denying her yet of another orgasm and laid on the bed on his back. “Ride me and I’ll let you cum on daddy’s dick,” he replied catching his breath and watched as she climbed atop him. Grabbing at his cock she positioned it at her entrance and slid down him taking all of his length. She started bouncing up and down on him making her ass clap against his thighs. He gripped her hips again and threw his head back from the feeling of her cunt gripping his cock.

“Y-yeah fu-fuck, just like that baby daddy’s gonna fill that little cunt with his cum, you want that don’t you my little cock sleeve,” he groaned and thrust his hips to meet her bounces. She threw her head back and scratched at his chest feeling the familiar feeling of the two denied orgasms creeping back up. “Y-yes daddy, fuck I-i want your cum in me please please please daddy,” she begged ready to feel his cum in her and to finally release her orgasm after being denied twice. He held her hips down and piston his hips into hers making her let out a loud moan and finally letting her release for the night. His hips later stilled and he let out his hot spurts of cum into her, making her bite her lip and moaned at the feeling.

She breathlessly leaned down and meet him into a kiss full of love and passion for each other. He slowly lifted her up off of him and untied the blindfold. He got up and went to the bathroom and ran some hot bath water for them to wash in. He came back and carried her into the bathroom and sat her against the counter. He put in her favorite body wash in the tub, the smell of vanilla began to fill up the bathroom. He went back in the bedroom and collected all the things he used on her and sat them in the corner of the room to be cleaned the next day. He walked back in the bathroom and stopped the tub water, grabbing her and sitting her down in the hot water.

He brought over towels for them to use and got in the tub immediately working to scrub her clean and wash her hair in the process. He kissed her temple gently whispering in her ear “You did so good baby I’m proud of you,” and continued to wash her off later rinsing her off. He did the same process with himself and got up out of the bath, turning to help Y/N out and wrapping her towel around her and giving her a kiss. She walked in the bedroom and put on a pair of his shirt and waited for him. He walked out and grabbed a pair of black sweats and out them on and went to change their sheets.

He grabbed her and pulled her down on the bed softly and kissed her gently.

“I love you Y/N,” he said soft and sweet.

“I love you too Megumi,�� she replied smiling gently and dosing off.

So this is the end of my first I hope you guys enjoy it and please give me some feedback. It’ll be really appreciated. (I didn’t read over it to check for mistakes, so please don’t mind them if you see any.)

@noritoshiikamo @fushigurocockslut @megumifushi

#first one done #megumi x y/n #megumi smut #megumi x reader smut

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felswritingfire · 4 years ago

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Could we get nyarlthotep sfw/nsfw senarios? Maybe with a male reader if that's ok?

Bro, I have such a love/hate relationship and he’s one of the only characters I can say has enigma energy (also of course it’s alright if the reader is male, we stan Male Reader rights dammit)

Dating Nyarlathotep

SFW

Where do I even begin with this guy-

When Nyarl has a thing for you, it is the most obvious yet not obvious thing in the world; he’ll crank up the teasing to a solid 20 and then glue himself to your side, running random touches along your spine or brushing his claws against your hip, and then all of a sudden he’s gone and it’s a whole week before he pops up again. And this continues for a good three months, progressively gets more touchy and the periods he’s gone get more sporadic, until either A) you get fed up and confront him about it or B) you begin to give him a taste of his own medicine (AKA avoid the asshole and keep him from touching you)

Which, either way, both scenarios play into Nyarl’s grubby little claws

The A) option would be one where he would lean against a wall/back of the chair while you go off on him. All the while having an infuriatingly easy going smile for you tearing into him; you don’t know if he’s listening and it is pissing you off. In actuality he is, but he doesn’t want you to know that, you’re cute when you’re mad, my guy. So, he’ll just sit there staring at you with half lidded eyes, letting you blow off some steam before he presses a finger against your lips and gives you some bedroom eyes and, it’s up to you whether or not you’re gonna have the do right then and there, but he knows he got you hook, line, and sinker

If the scenario is the B) option, he’ll amp his bullshit up so inconceivably high. He’ll begin to purposely leave risqué touches on your person: he’ll brush his hand against your lower back, maybe even hook his fingers in the back pockets of your pants just so he can drag you back against him, he’ll start resting his face in the crook of your neck (whether your standing or sitting for him to be able to do this) brushing his mouth just close enough to the shell of your ear for you to shiver- and if you’re trying to avoid all his touches to get back at him? Hoooo, boy, good luck;

He’ll get a little pissy at this because he wants to see your reaction (RIP you if you get flustered really easily). So, he’ll begin to corner you, or catch you in the most crowded places just so he has an excuse to press into you from behind. At these points, especially if you’re stuck in a very crowded place like, let’s say for example, a subway train (👀👀), he’ll press up against your back while slipping his hands over your thighs and up to your stomach before going back down to the dip of your hips and pressing you harder against him. And you bet your ass that any movement or- ahem- subtle pressure to your ass is just the sway of the train. He’ll chatter away like nothing too and it is bullshit. He’s an asshole in the fact that he’ll make you two stand like that until the ride is over

Once a relationship gets going between you two, you’re honestly surprised to find out how loyal he actually is- he’s uber loyal, but he doesn’t expect the same level of loyalty out of you? Like, just, he knows that you’ll find other people attractive and he understands you might… you know- want to pursue some sort of sexual interest with them (So, he doesn’t mean you’re a cheater, just that, people are hot and he’s leaving it open on your side)-

Which is either super insulting or super sad to you, it’s up to you. He mentions a lot (in his own way) that he’s fine if you go off and have a one night stand with someone else, but he’ll get all serious all of a sudden and it is terrifying because he’ll suddenly hover two inches away from your face with that bitchy look he gets when he’s salty about something and straight up be like: “don’t make it a thing though.”

And he’ll go back to laughing and joking with you like nothing happened- What the fuck, Nyarl?????

Please don’t “cheat” on him tho, it takes a lot for him to even care enough about someone to be a little less of an asshole to them let alone get into a relationship with them. So, he’s pretty attached to you

He doesn’t really believe in the concept of love, but after you two have been together for so long- you’re the closest thing that he’s getting to love, dude, and he kinda hates it???? It’s all fuzzy and he’s warm inside and if you get sad? And it’s his fault? Insta death.

But he likes you too much to let you go, so, aw well, guess he can put up with it

Surprisingly, a possessive boy- he doesn’t like people talking to you for long periods of time and he’ll get salty if you seem like you’re having more fun with one of your friends then you do when you’re with him; just give him a lot of cuddles and smooches when you get home and he’ll forgive you immediately as he wraps you up in a big ol’ bear hug with his arms and his weird tail hand things will totally join in and wrap themselves around whatever they can grab, which is a really cute gesture that can become awkward really fast depending where they decide to grab

SPEAKING OF HIS WEIRD ASS TAIL HANDS- you’ll have to deal with them having semi-sentience and seeking you out whenever they can and witnessing Nyarl legitimately yell at them over it

It’s so surreal- and honestly, you’re with Nyarl, you should have accepted this by now but- to see him grab his tail in a choke hold and bring up the hands to his face as he tells them to knock it off and then one just reels back and slaps him across his snout, which instigates him slapping the hand back, and they start having an elementary school level slapping fight until one of them hit the other too hard and they’re making grabby hands for you because they got hurt-

And then you gotta kiss their boo-boos

Also RIP your ass’ personal safety because those hands like to grab it and you’ve almost died a couple of times because they do it out of nowhere

Nyarl will kiss you spontaneously and out of nowhere. There is no preparing for his smooches they just come and go like the wind

Though he does give you a lot of pecks, his favorite types of kisses are french kisses because he likes it nasty

Since he is passionate about his work you’ll have to remind him to eat and drink water and take breaks because he gets wrapped up in his work a lot- which he really appreciates and if you do the same thing, then you bet your ass that he’ll get you to take breaks because he refuses to let go of you as he hugs and showers you in kisses- at those times it’s soft Nyarl hours

He has no understandings of personal space so he’ll just… always be in your bubble and you have to really convince him to get out of it if you need some space

If you two ever get in a fight, Nyarl is literally the worst person about it because, not only is he petty, but he’s also, well, Nyarl- so he’ll definitely come off as he’s not caring what’s made you upset by keeping that easy grin on his face and shooting off into crazy ass tangents, but that’s his way of trying to lighten the mood, which has mix results depending how important the topic is to you

He’ll get serious the more the argument drags on and how emotional you’re getting about it

Off of those topics, his ideal date is taking you to a club, but one that’s super fancy and has a VIP floor so you two can dance and be in each others presence and chat while feeling the bass of the music

When Nyarl gets jealous he becomes more sporadic than he already is. Which is a sight to behold because a majority of the time he’ll somehow cause the conversation to steer back to the person and cause them to put their foot in their mouth. But if he ends up encountering that one person that can actually keep up with his mind games, he’s not above just warping their ass somewhere- which you’ve gotten mad at him before about, because oh my lord, Nyarl, you can’t just do that-

Dating him means that you’re going to be listening to music 25/8, he likes all genres but when he’s at home, he prefers chill, atmospheric music like Lo-Fi

NSFW

AMAB USED

(Dom Nyarlothotep)

Subs rejoice! For this man (hyena???) is a Switch leaning Dom! So, he’ll definitely be taking over when you both first have sex

He’s a tad aggressive about it since he’s super eager to get at it, so if it’s your first time, you’ll have to remind him to slow down- which he will, but you’ll have to remind him periodically

This is one of the times where he doesn’t get all pissy with his tails for just grabbing you- they like to grip at your thighs the most and if, he’s laying on top of you, they’ll be caressing your sides and fondling anything that they could get their hands on

He’ll also use them to keep your legs open if you get embarrassed and try to close them because this boy likes to S T A R E at your erection standing proud, he gets a weird trip from it, like yeah, he did that to you (but that’s if you’re in a place where you can be on your back without someone just walking in on you two)

He’s a mega tease, especially out in public, so he’ll drag you into an alleyway and push you against the wall and press his body hard against you (no matter if you’re taller or shorter than him) he’ll run his tongue over your neck and the shell of your ear, scraping his canines against the hollow of your neck as he grinds against your erection through your jeans. He’ll make sure you can hear the low groans he’s letting out as he rolls his hips, grabbing your ass in his hands to bring you flush against his hips. He’ll start whispering filthy words into your ear, riling you up as you grab against him and bite your lip to get from making noise

He’s really good at giving oral

If he gives you a blow job, you’re gonna be blissed out by the end of it. He has a long tongue so he’ll start just under the head of it, before he moves to cover the tip of it and lap at the slit with the tip of his tongue, then he’ll bring you into his mouth, mindful of his teeth, but he isn’t above scraping them against your shaft. He doesn’t really have a gag reflex so he has no problem taking you all the way into his throat while he bobs his head while he sucks you off. He’ll also utilize his hands and play with your balls while he sucks you off

When he gives a rim job HE GOES O F F

So, get ready to hold on fam, because you’re in for a ride. He’ll have you put your ass up while he’s nipping at the meat of your ass before he begins to use the flat of his tongue to lave long licks over your twitching hole; soon he’s pressing his tongue into you and groaning at the way you taste on his tongue

When he’s fingering you, he’s mindful of his claws, but he has a tendency to… scare you??? It’s not even that he means it (or so you hope) he just goes f a s t, so sometimes he’ll push against you and you’ll feel them brush a tad to close for comfort on the walls of your ass, but he’ll make you forget about it real quick because, you don’t know what type of fancy fingers this bitch has but he finds your prostate in a snap. And he’ll focus on it because he likes seeing how much of a mess you become when he does-

He’s also extremely thorough about his fingering, so expect to cum at least once from it

When he’s finally going to press his dick into you, he’s really talkative, even if that talkative is just him whispering filth into your ear, and he’ll rub his tip against the rim of your asshole before he presses into you and sheathes in one thrust (hence why he stretches you so thoroughly)

He’s very vocal in general, a lot of low grunts and moans if your doing some good old exobistionism, but in the privacy and the comfort of your own home, you’d think that you were getting fucked by a porn star: loud moans, extremely talkative, cursing galore, groans, whimpers- the whole shabang

If you have a vocal kink RIP you, bro, because he uses it to his advantage

When he’s topping, his favorite positions are either: pressing your face to the wall while he has a death grip on your hips or doggy style. He has a bit of a dom/sub kink in him

He B I T E S. Really hard. So, if you need him to real it in, he’ll try, but no promises

I suggest a safe word in general tbh

Also, after he cums in you, and if you guys didn’t use protection, he likes to watch it dribble out of you and then clean up with his tongue, so, just watch out for that

(Sub Nyarlathotep)

It takes… a bit of convincing for Nyarl to be the sub

He likes the high he gets off of domming, but, since he likes you so much, he’ll let you top

He’s a pretty big pillow princess tho, so he’ll definitely act like a brat

You know when I mentioned that he’s really loud as a dom? Well, he’s even louder as a sub

If you give him a blowjob he’ll be really vocal about it and it’s one of the few times that you’ll hear him stutter, especially if you deepthroat him. He will be in bliss, and pray you got a good grip on his hips because he’ll thrust into your throat if you don’t watch it

Nyarl is incredibly neutral on rim jobs but he won’t say no to one

He’ll probably be giggling the entire time as he presses against your mouth. He likes his taint being licked at though

Fingering Nyarl is a fun thing to do because he straight up will buck his hips so hard on your fingers that he’s basically fucking himself on them. He has no chill

He likes positions where he’s still on top despite being penetrated, so, think cowgirl/reverse cowgirl; he feels much more comfortable about being in control of the pace and how hard the sex is

When you do penetrate him, he’ll let out a long moan that turns into a growl and he might overwhelm you a bit as he just starts bouncing on you. But, you get to watch the concentrated face he makes as he works himself up and down on your shaft

He still bites as a sub

So, again, safe word

(After Sex)

Nyarl has a tendency to just know out after sex

So it’s kinda up to you to initiate aftercare, which he’ll find very sweet if you do and will probably tease you for it, but he won’t complain

He is all up for cuddles though, he likes being little spoon, and on the off chance he has enough energy to talk, he’ll have some pillow talk with you

He’ll probably just hum as you whisper to him, but he’ll put a few words in here and there

After sex Nyarl is just compleletly different to normal Nyarl because he got out a lot of that pent up energy he has. He’s actually really cute like this???

He adopts a whole baby enigma energy when he drifts to sleep in your arms

#sfw #n/s/f/w #tokyo afterschool summoners #housamo #housamo imagine #nyarlathotep #male reader #x reader #headcanons

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cinnaminsvga · 5 years ago

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💋 | tlhc!yoongi

the sleep deprived series (n.): drabbles that i write when i’m sad and tired

→ tlhc!yoongi ft. jungkook | 3.5K words → a/n: this was written after an anon sent me a REALLY angsty idea for tlhc and i haven’t stopped thinking about it since. also, this takes place after namjin’s wedding but before yoongi and y/n get together (in this drabble, they’re “dating” but i say that loosely because... well. they’re fucking yoongi and y/n so OFC they’re stupidly, emotionally constipated). anyway... here’s This!! rip!!

Yoongi knows he’s being childish when he leaves your shared apartment with a large pout on his face. He knows that if he just tried a little harder, he could’ve convinced you to let him stay at home instead of going to some godforsaken bachelor party. He hasn’t been to a party involving body shots and strippers since he graduated from university, and he isn’t exactly keen on returning to that particular scene either. He has always been a more wine and dine type of guy, and everyone is aware of this.

It’s a well-known fact amongst his circle of friends that Min Yoongi isn’t keen on attending most types of social gatherings. Birthdays, weddings, anniversaries, casual get-togethers… It didn’t matter what the occasion is because Yoongi is certainly going to hate every second of it. It didn’t even matter if the party was being hosted by a long-time friend; after all, sitting in a room filled with half-strangers and estranged friends isn’t exactly what Yoongi would consider a “fun time.”

It doesn’t stop people from inviting him out of courtesy, though.

Most of the time, Yoongi is able to grit through the pain of human interaction as long as you tagged along with him. You’re kind of like Yoongi’s walking meat shield when it comes to parties, though you aren’t exactly fond of his analogy when he had explained himself to you. Nevertheless, you always did understand him better than anyone else, always being his savior from awkward small talk by redirecting the conversation away from him. Or, you would quietly tug him outside to the backyard so that the two of you could pet the party owner’s dog or something.

Truly, what would he have done without you?

“I still don’t understand why you expect me to go to this party alone. You’re practically feeding me to the sharks,” Yoongi whines, not at all immaturely. He can hear your exasperated sigh through his phone speakers, though he imagines that you hadn’t been aiming to conceal your ire in the first place.

“Yoonie, it’s Jungkook’s bachelor party. You heard what that dweeb said: ‘No girls allowed’ or some shit. Like some sort of toddler. I’m surprised he even asked you to attend.”

“Are you implying that I should be barred entry because of my feminine hips?” Yoongi asks, hopeful. “Cause honestly, I was only kinda offended when Jungkook said I had twink-sized proportions, so I mean…”

You scoff, though Yoongi can imagine you shaking your head with tired fondness. AKA, your default mood towards him on most days. Yoongi doubts that fondness is going to help him convince you to let him get the fuck out of this party, though. “Save it. You’re going to that party or else.”

Yoongi sniffs, offended. “Honestly, you should be the one going instead of me. I’m not as close to that pussyboi as you are.”

“Hey, only I’m allowed to call him that,” you chide. “Besides, you already left the house. I don’t understand why you’re calling me in the first place. It’s almost 8PM and you should be at the restaurant by now.”

It’s true. Yoongi is literally already in front of the restaurant where they all agreed to meet before heading out to the “main event,” or whatever the hell that means. It could only end badly; after all, Park Jimin had been the one to organize this shitshow of a bachelor party. Things will not go in Yoongi’s favor tonight if Jimin can help it.

“I’m only here because you threatened to disfigure Kobe Bryant-sunbaenim! That bobblehead is limited edition!” Yoongi has the strongest urge to stomp his feet, though he restrains himself only so that the hostess by the entrance of the restaurant won’t call the manager on him (again.) He is nearing his 30’s for fuck’s sake! Then again, Seokjin is a year older than him and if Yoongi’s future is anything like his, he shudders to think what might become of him.

“Yoonie,” you say, voice steely and quiet. Uh oh. You’re getting genuinely angry by now, and Yoongi knows he’s pushing your buttons to their limits. However, he wouldn’t be doing it otherwise if he really didn’t want to go to this party. He hates disappointing you, but nothing on this planet could ever make him want to go through those mahogany doors and face that bucktoothed loser with stars in his googly eyes.

Yoongi sighs, rubbing the back of his neck tiredly. “I know, I know. I’m being childish. It’s just a party and I should just endure it. Although, I’m not promising that I’ll even try to pretend that I’m enjoying it. That’s beyond my paygrade, I’m afraid,” Yoongi says, picking his hangnails as he gazes at the entrance of the restaurant. The hostess’ left eyebrow twitches slightly, a forced customer service smile on her lips. Yoongi feels a sudden sense of strong camaraderie with this stranger.

“I was just gonna say that if you really can’t stand the party, then I’m allowing you an out. If you can stay there for at least two hours, then you can leave once you’ve––“

You hardly get to finish your sentence when Yoongi cuts you off, a strangled sob of relief escaping his throat. “Oh, thank you, my goddess! You are truly the apple of my eye; I shalt never speak ill of you no longer! You are heaven incarnate, my fair and beautiful mistress, the sun who has chased away the darkness––“

“Shut the fuck up, court jester,” you say, endearment dripping like honey off of your words. But Yoongi is already smiling ear to ear, hopelessly warm for some reason. If Hoseok had been around, he would have gagged at the sight of the two of you.

We’re so whipped, Yoongi thinks idly to himself.

“Now go say hello to Jungkook for me, will you? And please, if either he or Jimin do anything stupid or illegal, try to hold them back a little, okay?”

“Nope, I don’t think so,” Yoongi says, before promptly hanging up. Before he pockets his phone, he texts a short “ily” just in case he actually might have pissed you off. Either way, that will be a problem for future Yoongi to figure out.

Just as he ended the calls, a muffled crash and what sounds like a hyena being forced down a trash compactor from inside the restaurant echoes ominously through the open streets. Yoongi and the hostess hardly flinch at the cacophany, both of them staring glassily at the smoggy South Korean sky with quiet acquiescence.

“Fuck me,” Yoongi says. “Fuck me, indeed.”

*.*.*.*.*

The party is as terrible as Yoongi had imagined. Scratch that––Yoongi doesn’t think his imagination is capable of conjuring such a nightmarish scene. He’s pretty sure at least 99% of the inhabitants of this strip club were doing something slightly to moderately illegal. Case in point:

“Jeon Jungkook, I don’t think you should be doing that,” Yoongi yells over the discordant noise that the DJ is trying to pass off as “music.” Jungkook pauses in his ministrations to turn to face Yoongi, which is a feat in itself, as it appears that Jungkook’s eyes were facing opposite directions. Yoongi chooses to maintain eye contact with his left one.

“Whaaa? Why not, coconut?” Jungkook giggles at his little rhyme at the end, but his laughter sounds garbled, probably hindered by the amount of saliva pooling inside his mouth.

Yoongi points at his hands. “Jungkook. I’m pretty sure that is not salt that you are pouring over your fries.”

It takes a few moments for Jungkook to register anything that Yoongi had said. In fact, Yoongi doesn’t think he registers them at all; Yoongi has to forcefully take away the soiled plate of “mystery powder fries” away from him before Jungkook even realizes anything is going on.

“Heeeey, getchur own food, boomer!” Jungkook whines, making grabby hands at the plate before flopping pathetically onto Yoongi’s lap. Yoongi, ever the gentleman, pushes the younger off until he tumbles off the side of the booth and into a mysterious puddle spilled by one of the scantily clad “mechanics.” Jungkook, to his credit, gets up back onto his seat with some semblance of grace (which is to say, he managed to get his ass onto the couch without any additional injury.)

“I can’t believe I’m literally at a glorified children’s party. And I thought babysitting Namjoon’s little demon was bad enough,” Yoongi groans, grimacing in disgust at the mystery liquid from the floor oozes gently down the side of Jungkook’s face. “Dude. Wipe your fucking face.”

Jungkook, known laundry-fanatic and clean freak extraordinaire, promptly takes off his pristine white shirt and uses it to dab his face away. After which, he throws it somewhere behind him, right into a circle of twinks who proceed to fight over who gets to keep it. “Better,” he mutters, same dopey smile on his face.

“Just 1 hour, 18 minutes and 34 seconds left, Yoongi… I can do this,” Yoongi says through clenched teeth. He takes a deep breath, counts to ten, tries to remember what his therapist told him to do when he’s slowly losing his grip on reality. Then, Jungkook throws up all over his new leather shoes.

“Hyung,” Jungkook mutters sleepily, head lolling like he’s about to drop dead in a second. He grins dopily at Yoongi, a string of saliva dripping down the side of his cheek. “I think I’m sick.”

“Oh for fuck’s sake.” And so, like the kind person that he is, he drags Jungkook by the armpits, dodging sweaty strippers and drunken guests alike as he tows the younger to the nearby restroom. Yoongi contemplates bringing Jungkook to Jimin to take care of him instead, but that idea is completely dashed the moment he sees the latter drinking shots as if it were water. The risk of having two people vomit on his shoes in one night would have been extremely high, and Yoongi isn’t an idiot. So he takes the idiot draped across his back to the toilet himself.

The restroom is empty when they arrive. When Yoongi slams the door shut, it becomes shockingly quiet as the noise from outside gets dulled to a soft throb. Yoongi immediately dumps Jungkook against one of the chipped porcelain sinks, grimacing slightly when the younger causes the sink to groan precariously from his weight.

“Hyungie,” Jungkook warbles. The sweat on his brow has made his bangs stick to his forehead in strange patterns, and Yoongi imagines he could rearrange his hair to spell out “SHITHEAD” if he so desired.

“What.” Yoongi grabs a handful of paper towels and proceeds to try (and fail) to clean the carnage on his shoes. Meanwhile, Jungkook just stands there quietly, spit long since dried on his face, adding to the sheen already there. The quietness of the restroom is both jarring and awkward compared to the insanity just behind the door, and Yoongi finds himself preferring to look at his black-turned-brown shoes instead of the boy standing just to his right.

“I think I overdid it,” Jungkook admits after a while. Yoongi chances a glance upwards before looking back down at the floor, uncomfortable when he sees the surprisingly sober face of a man who had just finished drinking ten tequila shots.

“You think?” Yoongi snorts, rolling his eyes. He inches forward towards the sink, gently nudging Jungkook out of the way to wash his hands. Jungkook has still yet made a move towards the faucet himself, but Yoongi isn’t about to offer to clean him up either. He’s already a Samaritan for bringing him to the restroom; he’s used up all his empathy points for today.

“Y/N and Tae always say that I have severely low impulse control.”

True to form, Yoongi’s traitorous ears perk up at the mention of your name, and he finally makes full eye contact with Jungkook through the mirror. “It took two people and ten tequila shots to figure it out? Geez. No wonder you almost didn’t graduate kindergarten.”

“Hey, I told you that in confidence,” Jungkook pouts.

“Not my problem,” Yoongi retorts, indifferent. Yoongi stares at him for a moment. “Jesus. You look like a fucking mess. You sure you’re getting married next week?”

“I’m pretty sure, unless Taehyung changes his mind,” Jungkook shrugs. Well, that was certainly not quite the answer Yoongi was expecting. Yoongi must not have been quick enough to hide his surprise because Jungkook laughs coldly, the sound mirthless and paper-thin––not at all like the ridiculously mirthful manchild he’s always known him to be.

“Don’t tell me you’re getting cold feet?” Yoongi had meant to say it like a joke, but his harsh tone doesn’t escape his own ears. God, he wishes he was better at this, but sue him for lacking practice at consoling other human beings.

Luckily, Jungkook takes it in stride, shrugging his shoulders. “Not really. More like… I’m in disbelief? That he’d actually… after all this time…”

Yoongi doesn’t reply at first. For as long as Yoongi has known him, the elder has never quite connected with Jungkook, for whatever reason. Hearing him speak so candidly about his feelings like this is new territory for Yoongi, and it’s strangely making him nervous. He feels the hairs on the back of his neck stand at attention as he is faced with a side of Jungkook that Yoongi didn’t think he was capable of having. Sure, you’ve told him vaguely about the problems that Jungkook has asked advice about, but never has Yoongi ever thought that he’d be doing the same. The two of them just weren’t… like that.

“I’m sure Taehyung likes––no, loves you. A lot. Anyone with eyes can see that he absolutely adores you,” Yoongi says after a while, coughing awkwardly into his fist. God, he sucks at this. Where are you when he needs you? You always knew what to say in moments like this.

Jungkook laughs again, and it’s just as discordant as the first. He shakes his head, empty smile on his lips. “It’s not that. I don’t doubt him in the slightest. It’s more like… I’m doubting myself.”

Now that catches Yoongi’s attention. Self-doubt, loneliness, fear: if Yoongi had to be an expert on anything, it would be for those three. He… he gets it. “Jungkook, if this is about feeling like you don’t deserve him, then you’re dead wrong. You’re allowed to be loved, Jungkook. Believe me, I know more than anyone what denial feels like. The two of you aren’t going to crash and burn, okay? You’ll be fine.”

Jungkook smiles wryly at that. “Thanks. But it’s not… it’s not that.” Jungkook pauses, and it looks like the words get caught in his throat. He opens his mouth, closes it. Grimaces like he’s swallowed something bitter. He takes a deep breath, looking as uncomfortable as Yoongi feels. “Yoongi-hyung, I have a confession to make.”

Now Yoongi’s confused. “What?”

“I haven’t been… candid. With you. About…” Jungkook takes another shaky breath. “About me and Y/N.”

Yoongi’s blood runs cold. He feels the sweat start to form across his palms, and he clenches them into fists to stop them from shaking. He can almost sense the disaster before it even hits, feels the floor swimming underneath his feet, waiting to devour him whole.

“What?” Yoongi repeats.

“I’ve been thinking about it, recently. It’s been years since I last even remembered it, but then it started plaguing my dreams, and it’s… It’s ruining me. I need––I need to come clean or else I might die with regret,” Jungkook says. Yoongi still doesn’t understand what he means; Jungkook is just saying words without saying anything at all, and it’s making the wait even more terrible.

“Kook, just spit it out already.”

“Hyung, I beg of you. Please don’t think badly of me but…” Jungkook slumps to the floor just then, both the sink and his legs unable to keep him up any longer. Against his will, Yoongi tumbles with him, compelled to follow him down.

“What? What? What?”

“I kissed her,” Jungkook murmurs, voice low. Whispered like a secret. Because it is a secret, even though it isn’t any longer. Not when the words have crawled out his mouth and into Yoongi’s ears, making its way to his brain where it refuses to be understood, to be processed.

“What?” Yoongi can’t seem to remember how to breathe, much less how to speak. He can’t say anything else except, “What?”

“N-not recently. A long time ago,” Jungkook hurries, fear crossing his face when he realizes how he must have sounded. “I would never cheat on––Y/N would never cheat on you––“

His words do nothing to quell the thunderous beating in Yoongi’s chest. He can only stare as the younger jumbles over his words, fat tears starting to dribble out of his eyes like waterfalls. Why is he crying? This is so wrong.

“We––when you broke her heart, all those years ago. Before she ran away to Daegu––“

Yoongi remembers. Of course he does. He doesn’t think he can ever forget.

“––she was so so sad, and it fucking hurt. It hurt seeing her like that, you know? I… I hated you for it. So much, hyung,” Jungkook sobs, hiding behind his hands. He wipes at his face, smearing his sweat, tears, and vomit with shaky movements. “And then she kissed me but it was a mistake because she was heartbroken and she just wanted to feel––to feel something? I don’t know… And then I pushed her away––“

“You pushed her away?” Yoongi interrupts, uncharacteristically calm. He thinks like he should be screaming, maybe. Or feel jealous, even. But then again, this had happened years ago, when you and he hadn’t even been… anything, at the time. Hell, he has no right to be hurt by this. He shouldn’t even be allowed to resent Jungkook for it. Shouldn’t have to feel like he won’t be able to forgive Jungkook. So then why is he..?

Jungkook nods. “I-I did, but that’s not… the whole thing. For a while, I thought that maybe…” He curls into himself, bowing his head in shame. Yoongi doesn’t need to hear the rest to know what he was about to say.

“You used to love her, didn’t you?”

Jungkook nods again, ashamed. Disgusted with himself. “Pathetic, right?”

But the thing is, Yoongi already knew this. You’ve told him about Jungkook’s misplaced affections for you; it had happened during a stressful time for the both of you, and you had assured Jungkook that his feelings were just a figment of his imagination. You believed that Jungkook had just been lonely, desperate for someone to cling onto especially after all that drama between Taehyung and Hoseok at the time.

“She kept telling me that I wasn’t in love with her. And for a while, I believed her. But then, when she was about to leave for America, we… we kissed again. Just to… I wanted to make sure,” Jungkook slams his fist onto the dirty restroom floor, clawing at the tiles like an animal in pain. It’s getting harder for Yoongi to understand Jungkook through his sobs, but he is afraid of even moving lest Jungkook stops speaking. It’s like watching a car crash––no matter how much Yoongi is afraid, he can’t look away.

“When we kissed the second time... She laughed. I laughed. ‘No spark,’ was what she said. I agreed because I had no other choice but to,” Jungkook admits. He exhales like his chest has been ripped open, like he’s drowning. Yoongi feels the same way.

“It would be unfair if I said anything. To her, to you, to Taehyung… but most of all, to myself. Because it would never work. It’s not… I’m not...” Jungkook coughs, trailing off. He hacks his lungs out, forehead banging against his knees from the force. He heaves for air once, twice. Then, silence.

“Jungkook?” Yoongi whispers, momentarily stunned. When the younger doesn’t reply, he nudges his shoulder. No movement. Yoongi tilts his head upwards, only to find Jungkook’s eyelids already closed and breathing steadily through his nose. The bastard had finally passed out.

“Jesus,” Yoongi sighs, letting go of the younger and letting him crumple to the floor. Yoongi contemplates passing out as well. “Jesus,” Yoongi repeats.

He sits there in silence for a while, accompanied only by his thoughts and the muffled sounds of the party outside. He doesn’t know how long he sits there for, only thinks to leave the restroom when a young couple (Jungkook’s college friends) burst in while making out, both incognizant of the odd pair slumped on the floor.

Yoongi leaves Jungkook there, but not before sending a short text to Jimin to go check on Jungkook, and sending another one to Taehyung for good measure. Yoongi rushes out of the club without looking back, feeling slightly more empty than he had before the night started.

You don’t comment when Yoongi comes back home earlier than expected. You don’t even scold him for breaking his side in the agreement. Wrapped up in blankets in front of the TV, you wordlessly open up your cocoon to let him slither in beside you, allowing him to wrap his cold feet against your legs. You don’t even complain when he falls asleep without another word, just gently caressing his hair as he descends into fitful dreams. He doesn’t bring up the party the next day, and neither do you.

The following week, the two of you attend Taehyung and Jungkook’s wedding.

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Middle Ground [3]

The journey through the desert was slow-going and hot. Which the members of the party complained about daily. Harsh winds whipped through without warning. And Asuma sighed every once in a while about how his dulcimer was filling up with sand.

They emerged a couple weeks later with varying degrees of tans and sunburns. Naruto had only managed to break his wrist, which he had lied about for a couple days until Sakura had caught him grimacing about it one morning.

“Hold him down,” Sakura ordered. Naruto howled as Sasuke and Tenten seized him. And then his howl went up an octave as Sakura smacked his wrist with her mace.

“Uh.... I know you have a lot of pent up anger towards Naruto, but torture seems a little extreme,” Kisame commented. Sasuke looked offended as he looked up. Eyes watering, Naruto managed to also look insulted.

“This idiot waited too long to tell me. So the bones set wrong,” Sakura replied. She dropped her mace into the sand. One hand grasped Naruto’s hand while the other grasped his forearm.

“So now I have to-” Sakura twisted hard. Naruto yelped. “-set it.” He sniffled, leaning against Sasuke, who rolled his eyes and knocked his fist into the side of his head.

“This is your fault,” Sasuke reminded him.

Seeing that he would get no sympathy from Sasuke, Naruto turned his teary gaze to Sakura. She also rolled her eyes, but held her hands out to him.

“Alright, alright. Come here,” sighed Sakura. Lower lip jutting out, Naruto slowly placed his arm in her waiting hands.

“Besides, if Sakura smashed Naruto with her mace every time he annoyed her, he’d be dead by now,” added Sasuke. He squeezed Naruto’s shoulder a couple times before he released him.

Naruto began laughing until the words sunk in. “Yeah, I’d be- wait. What?”

Kisame got up from his seat, folding up the map. As Sakura placed her hands back on Naruto’s wrist, they began to glow green. Kisame walked up behind them, peering over her head to watch her work.

“Why couldn’t you just do that in the first place?” he wondered.

“Healing magic is very different from medicine. Think of it as supporting combat. It’s meant to stop people from dying in the middle of battle. Whereas medicine is supposed to restore balance in the body,” replied Sakura. It was a valid question. In fact, it was one she had heard many times by now. And she didn’t mind explaining it at all. “Healing magic can stop bleeding, but it can’t reposition a bone.”

“I can’t tell you how many times she’s saved my ass,” Naruto bragged.

“Yeah, like the time a bear almost bit your head off,” sighed Sasuke, shaking his head a little.

Everyone laughed. And so did Sakura. But the corners of her mouth didn’t turn up enough. And when she glanced up, she saw that Kisame was watching her. He wasn’t laughing either.

-----

Most aspects of Sakura’s life were simple. And many people knew about her. After all, she was the success story that all the people of the empire hoped for. Raised in a tiny village, dreaming of becoming someone who could help others. Using what little knowledge she could gather from the village elders and her own studies, she had joined up with a ragtag band of adventurers who were on their way to the capital.

All things considered, things had turned out well. And she kept her story simple whenever people asked what she had done to get to where she was. Everyone laughed at her modesty. Sakura laughed along with them, just so no one would know.

Healing was horrific. Gruesome beyond words. Because pain was a warning to stop. Healing magic shoved those warnings aside and urged the body to go on. It perverted the laws of nature, in some ways.

The only people who seemed to understand this were the other clerics she had run into on her journeys. And when she pointed out the members of her party, Naruto in particular, they would all give the same sort of sympathetic grimace. Patting her hands and telling her to be strong. Sakura had gotten good at picking out the cleric in a party with just a glance. They were always the ones who looked the most exhausted.

Sakura tried her best not to make her feelings too obvious. Because she liked being able to save her teammates. And despite her nagging and yelling, she loved Naruto’s boldness. His fearlessness that drove him to accomplish the impossible. But each time he brought up his accomplishments, she couldn’t help but remember all the damage that came with it. Severed limbs, ruptured organs. Gouges in the flesh revealing bone and sinew. Blood bubbling up black and slippery as she tried to remember the right spells.

As they camped on the coast just outside the desert, Tenten wandered over. After a heavy dinner, most of the members of their party were already sleeping by the fire. Sakura had cast a light spell near her journal. Little bits of light danced around her like fireflies, glowing just enough to see by. She had darkvision, so she didn’t necessarily need it. But it was nice.

“You ok?” Tenten asked as she stopped beside her.

“Yeah. Just unwinding a little,” replied Sakura, smiling. Her journal sat in her lap. She had started off using it to remember all the things she learned during her travels. But somehow it had become more of a running record of all the ways the members of her party managed to hurt themselves. And it was kind of helpful to leave all those thoughts on paper so they wouldn’t have to live in her head as much.

Tenten peeked at the notes for a moment, squinting at Sakura’s script in the low light.

“Neji and I’ve been in this area before. We should hit a town tomorrow if we move quickly,” Tenten told her. Sakura let out a sigh of relief. Chuckling, Tenten clapped her on the shoulder.

“I know. Real food,” Tenten said.

“And real booze,” added Sakura.

“Feather pillow.”

“A hot bath.”

They both sighed at that. They were quiet for a moment. And then Tenten released her shoulder.

"You worked hard today, Sak. Try to get some rest,” Tenten said.

Just on the border of the desert, a pack of angry hyenas had ambushed them. It had been tiring work purifying the wounds before healing them over. Animal bites almost always festered without the proper treatment.

“Thanks. Good night,” Sakura replied with a smile.

She could barely hear Tenten stepping away. But that was only to be expected from a rogue like her. She had a habit of moving so silently that she scared Naruto whenever she popped up in the middle of a conversation. Sakura had a feeling that the halfling did it more on purpose. Naruto’s reactions were hilarious, after all.

A little while later, someone else approached. And Sakura heard the heavy footfalls this time.

“Hey,” Sakura acknowledged him, not looking up as Kisame’s huge shadow fell across her. He grunted as he settled on the sand beside her. He stretched his arms over his head, unleashing a huge yawn.

A moment passed. And then Sakura asked, “Is everything alright?”

“Huh? Oh. Yeah. Naruto just snores like hell,” grumbled Kisame. Sakura snickered a little at that.

“Yeah, he does,” she agreed.

The ink had finished drying on the pages. She closed her journal, running her palms along the soft leather cover. She dispelled the light spell with a wave of her hand. There was no need for it anymore. When she looked over, Kisame had his eyes closed. So it startled her a little when he spoke again.

“What’re you doing over here all alone, Doc?”

“I’m not alone,” she replied. That made Kisame open his eyes. He rose on his elbows to follow her pointing finger to Kakashi who leaned against a big piece of driftwood further down the beach.

“Oh. Shit. Hey, Kakashi,” Kisame greeted him. Kakashi opened one eye and nodded his head. After a moment, the rogue closed his eye again.

“And we’re over here because...” Sakura trailed off, holding a finger up as she listened. After a moment, Naruto let out a snort, followed by a generous smack of his lips. Sakura gave Kisame a pointed look. “Because Naruto snores,” she finished her thought.

She lowered her hand back in her lap. “But it’s also because... well.... big group. Lots of people. A little peace and quiet feels nice,” Sakura then added.

“Can’t hate the quiet,” Kisame agreed, nodding his head a little.

He laid back down in the sand, crossing his hands across his stomach as he closed his eyes.

“Do you remember anything? Or is it still all fuzzy?” Sakura queried.

Kisame shook his head. Then realized that she probably couldn’t see from that angle and said, “Fuzzy like a bear’s ass.”

According to Naruto, when they had stumbled upon Kisame, he had no memory of anything. Even his own name had come to him later.

Sakura thought for a moment. And then she said, “I’m sorry about that. I hope you remember soon.”

“Thanks.”

As Kisame shifted his arm, Sakura spotted the shine of something wet.

“You’re hurt. Did I miss you before?” Sakura wondered. Pushing her journal to the side, Sakura turned toward him.

“Must’ve been out of range when you cast your spell or something,” answered Kisame. With her darkvision, she could see the smile on his face when he looked at her too. He pushed her hand down as she reached for his cut.

“Aw, don’t look so worried. You’re tired, Doc. And I heal fast,” he assured her.

“....Alright. I’m gonna nag to check in the morning,” she warned. Kisame’s smile widened.

“You got it, Doc,” he chuckled. He crossed his arms beneath his head, eyes closing.

Sakura found her journal and placed it in her lap again. She closed her eyes, too. Soaking in the gentle whoosh of the waves rolling back and forth. White noise that filled her head, pushing out all the thoughts that usually buzzed around inside.

And then Sakura’s eyes flew open as she realized something.

“...I didn’t know tieflings had darkvision too,” she declared out loud.

There was no response.

-----

Their journey continued along the coast of the Sleeping Gulf. It was a huge sea teeming with life. Fishermen rose before dawn, casting out their nets. They could tell when someone made a good catch just from the yelling. Little wooden boats swaying back and forth as they struggled to lift the nets. Sometimes, fishermen in nearby boats jumped over to help with the haul.

“That’s really nice,” Sakura suddenly said as she watched one such instance.

“That they won’t go hungry?” asked Kisame, unsure of what she meant.

“No. That they help each other. That’s nice,” Sakura answered.

The homesickness washed over her. Sudden and strong. She pinched her lips together as she continued to watch the fishermen struggling in the distance.

When she stole a glance back at the rest of the party, she smiled a little. Naruto and Asuma were chatting with one of the fishermen who had returned to the shore with his haul already. Neji listened in as he bent over to stare at the fish flopping in the net. Tenten picked up on the fish and shoved it into his hands, cackling when he yelped and dropped it. The back of his neck turned red as she patted his arm in apology.

A little further away, Sasuke stood talking to Kakashi. He held a set of lockpicks in his hands as he spoke. And then Kakashi raised his own tools to demonstrate something. Sasuke copied his movements.

Sakura turned back to the water. There was no point in being homesick. She tried to remind herself that as she folded her arms across her chest. But as she stole another look over her shoulder, she saw that Naruto was watching her now. He said something to the fisherman and clapped him on the shoulder before he jogged over. He threw his arms around her, knocking the wind out of her.

“Hey! What’re you doing? You smell like fish!” Sakura griped. Naruto crushed her against his chest, grinning. Ignoring her as she swatted at his arm a few times.

“You just looked like you could use a hug,” Naruto told her. Sakura’s scowl softened a little. She lowered her hand.

“Was I right?” Naruto inquired.

“.....kind of,” Sakura muttered as she let him sway her back and forth. She could see his tail swishing in the same rhythm as it knocked against her leg.

“Don’t worry, Sakura. We’ll kill the stupid demon king and then everything will be alright,” he assured her.

Because they began to hear stories everywhere they went. Plagues falling on entire towns. Crops turning to ash overnight. And monsters that normally belonged in the darknesses were beginning to creep up in unexpected places. Whatever the demon king was planning, it was hurting people with no power to fight back.

That wasn’t why Sakura felt the way she did. But it made her smile that Naruto tried to comfort her anyway. She patted his arm.

“Just stop getting hurt in dumb ways,” she ordered.

“You know that’s impossible,” was Naruto’s cheerful reply. Sakura heaved a sigh.

They made their way up the coast at a good pace. Little villages littered the shores. And there were even towns big enough to almost be called cities. Unlike in the desert, where they had found struggled to find shelter, there was always an inn with rooms. And if the inns were full, by nightfall, Naruto had always made friends with someone who offered to let them stay in their house. This was one of the few times, Sasuke whispered to her, that he didn’t mind Naruto’s stupidly high charisma score.

The only real challenge on this leg of the trip were the sea hags that liked to sneak up on them. And a few irate sea lions- one of which dealt Sasuke a full body slam when his attention was elsewhere. (They teased him about that for a day or two afterwards.)

According to the map, and according to Naruto, all they had to do in this area was find a way to retrieve whatever weapon sat at the bottom of the sea. And then it was on to the mountains. However, with Naruto in charge, there was no way things would move so quickly. They had to stop to help a merchant fix his broken cart. Or a woman whose child had gotten lost on an errand.

“I can’t say I’m saving people and then not save people,” Naruto protested the one time someone brought it up.

They sat, like many nights before, in a tavern. In a half-circle around the fireplace. Sakura, who had arrived a little later, found an empty seat between Kisame and Sasuke. She patted Sasuke’s knee as she sat down. He lifted his chin in acknowledgement. Kisame pushed an untouched drink over to her.

“....I can’t believe I’m about to say this, but maybe Naruto is right,” Tenten finally responded.

“What’d I miss?” whispered Sakura.

Kisame tilted his head toward her. “Asuma and his crew are arguing that Naruto’s wasting too much time taking side missions.”

Sakura coughed as she set her drink down. She wiped the foam from her lips. “We can’t just not help people who ask for it,” she protested.

Shaking his head, Sasuke sighed, “You sound just like him.” He leaned back in his seat.

“Right, Sakura?” Naruto said, turning to her.

Sakura, who had missed that part of the conversation, looked into Naruto’s face. At his big blue eyes shining. Sakura only hesitated for a moment before she responded, “Right. What Naruto said.” Naruto beamed at her. Sakura hid her smile as she took another sip of her drink.

The party took a vote. And they decided that stopping to help people with minor quests wasn’t such a bad idea. As a bonus, it earned them a decent amount of gold here and there. Especially as people heard that the Imperial Physician was around and brought their sick children and relatives to be healed. A few monster infestations in the area were also brought to their attention, which Naruto was more than happy to address with his axe in hand.

A few weeks passed on the coast of the Sleeping Gulf. They settled into an old inn that had closed down long ago. After a day of hard scrubbing and dusting, it turned into a halfway decent place for their party to eat and sleep. And the grateful people in the area were more than happy to provide any food and supplies they might need.

“I know we can’t stay forever.... but man, I wish we could stay here forever,” remarked Tenten as she lounged by the fire in the kitchen. Sakura hummed in agreement as she took a sip of herbal tea.

One morning, Naruto left a note tacked to the kitchen table, asking everyone to meet him out on the beach. Neji, who was always the first to rise, went around knocking on doors. Kakashi was nowhere to be seen, as usual, but he would show up. He always did.

About an hour later, they found Naruto pacing the beach.

“So there’s an old man who says he’ll give me a ride on his boat to the middle of the sea. But in exchange he needs help with something,” Naruto informed them, squinting up at the sunlight. He accepted the strip of beef jerky Sasuke handed him. He ripped off a chunk once he finished speaking.

Sakura sat on a rock beneath the shade of a palm tree. Tenten sat beside her, shielding her eyes against the sun. As they listened, they ripped off chunks from a flour-dusted loaf of bread. Passing it back and forth until nothing remained.

“Why not just have Neji cast water breathing on you guys and you can swim down?” Sasuke demanded.

“I don’t wanna swim all the way from here to the middle of the sea and waste energy. Besides, I can’t just not help the guy now. I said I would,” answered Naruto. Which were some surprisingly logical responses.

“Okay. Well, what’s the problem?” asked Kakashi, folding his arms across his chest. Sakura jolted when she heard the thief, who she hadn’t noticed sneak up on them. Tenten snickered, knocking into her shoulder. Sakura scowled and nudged her back.

“He has crabs,” Naruto replied.

Tenten collapsed against Sakura’s arm, shaking with silent giggles. Everyone else in the party exchanged glances.

Eventually, Neji was the first one to speak: “....I beg your pardon?”

“He’s got crabs. Tons of them. Infesting his whole village,” Naruto went on, oblivious to Kisame struggling not to laugh now. Shaking his head, Sasuke covered his face with his hands.

“He must be... itching... to deal with his problem,” Asuma remarked, rubbing his chin. He smirked when he saw Sakura snort into her fist. She hid her face against her shoulder.

“You should’ve thought this through first, Naruto. No need to make a rash decision,” Kisame chimed in. Sakura slapped his back a few times, frantically kicking her legs to hold in her laughter. Kisame turned to look at her, grinning as he tried to catch her hand. And he winced when she slapped at him again.

Naruto looked perplexed as Sakura lost the battle and snorted out loud. She, Tenten, and Kisame dissolved into cackles. Sakura fell onto her back on the stone, still slapping at Kisame, her other hand gripping Tenten’s arm. Sasuke’s shoulders shook and it was difficult to tell whether he was laughing or crying.

“What’s up with them?” Naruto asked. Asuma put an arm around his shoulders.

“No idea. But you gotta love ‘em.... Warts and all...” the bard sighed.

Later that day, they took off in the direction of the village the old man had indicated on the map. Although Kisame occasionally snickered about the crab infestation, that died down when they arrived in the village. Indeed, it was covered with crabs. The blue and red creatures scuttled over the wooden sign that welcomed visitors. Every building was covered with the things. And more of the crustaceans scuttled from under doors and through shattered windows.

Flame flickered to life in Sasuke’s left hand as they made their way through the village. Kicking the critters to the side when they scuttled too close.

“Should’ve brought some butter,” remarked Kisame as they peered into an abandoned building.

“This doesn’t make sense. Crabs don’t usually live this far inland,” Neji murmured. A curious crab ventured up to the point of his boot. Neji nudged it aside, a touch more gently than the rest of his companions.

Naruto stopped walking. He turned to look at Neji. “Yeah. That’s right. Do crabs need water to survive?”

Everyone paused to consider that.

“Some do and some don’t. These aren’t terrestrial, though. So there has to be a source of water nearby,” Sasuke answered. He knelt down. The same crab that had approached Neji scurried up to Sasuke.

“Don’t nip me,” warned Sasuke before he grasped the crab by one of its waving claws.

“What’s he doing?” whispered Naruto.

“I think.... I think he’s talking to it,” answered Sakura.

Sasuke closed his eyes as he murmured an incantation. The crab stopped struggling in his grasp. When Sasuke opened his eyes again, he set the crab down on the soil. The creature stood there, like it was waiting.

“What are you doing here?” asked Sasuke.

The crab was still for a moment. And then it began gurgling softly as it waved its claws around. Sasuke’s face scrunched up.

“He says.... they all hatched here. These are all his brothers and sisters,” Sasuke tossed over his shoulder.

There was more gurgling.

“And there wasn’t enough room where they were so they moved up here.”

When there was no response from his party, Sasuke turned to look at them.

They all stood together. Staring at him.

“Sasuke, it’s okay to talk about your feelings with us. You don’t have to pretend to talk to a crab if you want attention,” Naruto was the first to speak.

Sakura struggled not to laugh.

“Stop joking around. My spell only lasts for a few minutes,” Sasuke growled.

“Aw, don’t be so crabby, Sasuke,” Tenten teased.

Sakura lost it again. She broke into giggles, collapsing against Naruto’s side. Naruto held her up, grinning. Grumbling under his breath, Sasuke whipped his head back around to address the little crab. The creature continued gurgling and waving its claws, sometimes clicking them together. Sasuke nodded, occasionally asking questions. And when the spell wore off, the crab wandered away.

“There’s some kind of mother nesting in the springs under the town. It should be that way,” Sasuke declared, pointing.

“I’m so glad to see you coming out of your shell and making friends, Sasuke,” Kakashi replied. And Sakura, who had just recovered from her giggle attack, let out a snort and slapped Kakashi’s arm as she walked past.

With Sasuke’s tracking skills and Neji’s general knowledge of nature, it didn’t take long to find the source of all the crawling critters. There was a spring not too far from the little village, just like the little crab had claimed. Tenten eyed the ooze hanging from the mouth of the cave and cringed.

“Do we have to go in there?” she groaned.

“Yep,” Naruto replied. Popping his lips at the end of the word.

“Seems gross,” Sakura commented, peering into the cave and its damp tunnels.

“Okay. Let’s come up with strategy. First-” Tenten interrupted Neji by pointing. He turned around just in time to glimpse Naruto running right into the cave with his axe held aloft. He let out a heavy sigh. Sasuke clapped him on the shoulder.

Everyone took off after Naruto, swatting away crabs and strings of goo as they moved. While the smaller crabs just seemed curious, the larger ones were aggressive and fast. They pounced with snaps of their sharp claws. Everyone did their best to wack them aside and rush ahead. But after smashing her tenth crab with her mace, Sakura really did wish they had a vat of boiling butter.

At the very end of the cave, they could hear the sound of flowing water. And they could feel the water sloshing first at the soles of their feet and then around their ankles as they kept moving. With her darkvision, Sakura spotted something moving in the darkness. Wet and shiny.

“Duck!” she shouted just as an enormous claw came smashing down on them.

As Sakura got to her feet, clothes soaking, she heard a strange rattling noise. It took her a second to realize that it was the sound of dozens upon dozens of legs scuttling toward them.

“Fuck all these crabs,” she heard Tenten snarl from somewhere by her elbow.

Crabs by themselves were a low-level monster. Not all that challenging. But the unending waves, along with the huge beast smashing its claws down and hissing acid at them, Sakura could hardly catch her breath. As Naruto pounced, the sharpened tips of one of the claws caught him across the thigh. Sakura heard Naruto cry out before he landed with a splash too close to the gigantic crab.

Out of the corners of her eyes, she could see more crabs advancing. Sasuke held his hand over his bleeding arm as he slashed his sword in great arcs. At her back, she could feel Kakashi firing arrow after arrow until he ran out. He cursed softly as he swapped his bow out for his sword. Neji’s magic missile collided with two crabs. As they sizzled, a delicious smell filled the dank cave.

“Seriously, FUCK this crab!” Tenten exclaimed again just before she let out a strangled shout.

“Tenten!” Neji’s panicked voice echoed around the cave.

Sakura’s head whipped back toward the enormous crab. Naruto lay unmoving in the water. Tenten crouched beside him, both hands pressed to her side. Neji ran to her, hands outstretched. All of them oblivious to the beast watching them with beady eyes. Foam gurgling up at its mouth as it snapped sharp claws together.

In that instant, Sakura could smell the blood in her memories. Coppery and bitter. Slippery as it coated her hands and wrists. The memory was burned into her brain. Ears ringing as she stooped in the ashes to find the pieces of Naruto to bind him back together again with magic. Throat clogging with bile and tears as she tried to remember the incantations as she placed his hand next to his arm. And his foot next to his leg.

As the giant crab opened its mouth, acid bubbling bright green between the clicking parts, Sakura felt the word, “NO!” rake its way up her throat. Her legs burning as she ran as fast as she could. Hands filling with magic. Knowing that she would never make it in time.

Across the cave, Kisame threw his hand out. Bits of crystal burst from the tips of his fingers with a shattering sound.

And then time froze.

The droplets of water hung in the air. Suspended like tiny crystals dangling from invisible thread. Crabs hovered in the air mid-jump. The debris that swirled around the gigantic monster hung there too. Bits of dirt and dust spraying up in dramatic arcs.

On Kisame’s right palm was a shiny burn. In the shape of her holy symbol. A falcon seared into his skin.

Their gazes met. His eyes were even wider than hers. And in that instant, she understood something that she shouldn’t have. Something so absurd that her brain rejected the idea at first.

But there was no denying it. Some tiefling mercenary could never pull off something like this. This was advanced time magic. Far beyond what even she could understand. And a holy symbol wouldn’t have burned a tiefling.

A single shaky breath puffed out of her mouth. Slowly, Sakura raised her pointer finger to her lips. Kisame copied her.

-----

Naruto let out a groan as he stretched his legs out.

“That was a good fight!” he declared. And then he groaned again as he strained his thigh. Sakura rapped her knuckles against his skull. She skirted around Asuma, who was busy adding crab legs to the soup bubbling away over the fire.

“I said don’t move,” she scolded.

“Aw, Sakura,” Naruto grumbled, rubbing the back of his head, “Can’t I just eat some herbs and get better?”

“That’s not how this works,” Sakura reminded him. She stepped past him to crouch beside the cot set up beside the fireplace.

“How’re you feeling?” she asked in a softer voice.

“Kind of light-headed. But better,” Tenten replied. Neji sat on the floor beside her, his eyes closed. He held one of Tenten’s hands between both of his. He hadn’t moved at all since their battered party had managed to hobble back to their temporary home. Tenten gave her hand a pointed look. Sakura returned the look with a sly shrug of her shoulders.

“You’ll need a couple days to recuperate from the blood loss, but you’ll be fine,” Sakura decided. And then she nudged Neji’s foot before adding, “You hear that?”

When he stubbornly kept his eyes closed, Sakura snorted. “Elves don’t sleep. Quit acting.”

As she turned around, she caught Neji slowly opening his eyes. He looked down at Tenten’s hand still held between her own. He gave it a squeeze before he closed his eyes again.

Naruto healed fairly quickly so she hadn’t bothered with stitches. She gave him one last spoonful of medicine to help with the pain. Asuma promised to keep watch over things in the kitchen before he shooed her out to go take a nap before dinner.

Kakashi had claimed the area behind the bar as his room. She poked her head over to find the thief lounging on his bedroll. Sakura motioned with both her hands until he sat up. He raised his eyepatch and then let his arms fall to his sides. Sakura unwound the red scarf that he wore night and day- no matter the weather. Which she didn’t understand because there was nothing wrong with his face. At least, not usually. His chin definitely wasn’t supposed to stick out like that.

“I knew you were being too quiet. Hang on. This’ll hurt,” Sakura said. She waited for him to give a little nod before she popped his dislocated jaw back into place. She gathered energy, burning her last spell slot to weave the muscle and sinew back together.

“Don’t open your mouth too wide for the next day or so. If it starts hurting again, tell me,” Sakura scolded as she released Kakashi’s face.

Because while Kakashi kept a lot of things secret, Sakura knew that he always prioritized everyone else’s healing over his own. That hadn’t changed about him in their years apart. He patted her hand before he redid his scarf and lowered his eyepatch.

Bone-weary and fresh out of spell slots, Sakura trudged upstairs. She passed the floor where Sasuke would already be fast asleep. Across the hall, for obvious reasons, Neji’s room sat empty. And then she passed the floor where Naruto usually slept alone, due to his thunderous snores. And then the floor where Kisame slept alone, due to his own snores, which he denied even existed in the first place.

Sakura paused.

And then she backtracked.

The floorboards creaked under her boots. So it was probably no surprise when she knocked on the door. There was no sound from inside, but she entered anyway.

Kisame sat on his bed, facing the door. His enormous weapon was propped up in the corner, still glistening with blood. She thought she saw his eyes flash as he looked up.

Sakura leaned against the door, letting her weight push it shut. Kisame arched an eyebrow at her.

“Tiefling, huh?” she began.

Her breath caught in her throat as his hand whipped out. She flinched, waiting for the blow. Instead, she heard the door lock under her elbow. A wave of magic washed over her in what she recognized as a silencing spell. No one outside the room would be able to hear them.

She cracked one eye open. Then another.

“Careful, Doc. You can’t take back words,” he warned, lips parting in a toothy grin.

Eyes locking with his, she whispered, “Is that so, Demon King?”

Kisame’s smile widened. He leaned forward a little.

“What do you want?” he demanded.

“Huh?”

“I’ll bite. You’re trying to get me to buy your silence. So... what’ll it be? Money? Power? More life?” Kisame spelled out for her, crossing his arms across his chest. His teeth were sharper, his black eyes sparkling. And she could see the tips of his fingers sharpening into claws as they tapped against his forearms.

And while these sinister details were alarming, they didn’t overpower her confusion. Which took priority at the moment.

“N-nothing. I just wanted the truth,” she told him.

He scrutinized her, face scrunching up. He loomed over her. And as he shifted, Sakura glimpsed his shadow sprawling across the floorboards. Which somehow had sprouted wings. Her eyes snapped back to Kisame’s face.

“It’s never just the truth. Everyone wants something more,” he insisted.

“You’ve been traveling with Naruto for close to a year. You’ve had plenty of chances to kill him, but you haven’t. So you must have your reasons for being here,” she pointed out. Proud of the way her voice didn’t quiver.

Kisame’s eyes narrowed. “So.... you just wanted... to know what’s happening?”

“Yes. Oh and to ask a question.”

Kisame looked a little disappointed at that. “And what’s your question?”

Sakura stared square into his face. “Is your intention to hurt people?”

Something flickered in Kisame’s gaze. He let out a heavy breath. The wings in his shadow disappeared. And his claws became fingers again. He turned his head to the side as he said, “You probably won’t believe me, but no.”

The silence that hung about them was heavy. And then Sakura took a deep breath. As her mouth opened, Kisame’s eyes narrowed.

“I believe you,” answered Sakura.

She felt Kisame’s black eyes bore into her. Like he was digging around in the very depths of her soul. And then he let out a snort of laughter.

“You really are that good, huh,” he remarked.

Sakura shrugged. “I guess.” And then she lifted her finger to her mouth.

“I’ll keep your secret. As long as it doesn’t hurt anyone,” Sakura promised. Kisame scrutinized her one last time before he slowly raised his finger to mirror her gesture.

With that, Kisame gestured to the chair tucked under the desk. Sakura pulled it out to take a seat. While she didn’t insult him by dragging it to the opposite end of the room, she didn’t exactly pull up a seat right beside him. Kisame’s lips quirked up at the corners, but he didn’t comment on it.

“So. You said you wanted the truth?” Kisame asked one more time.

Lips pursing, Sakura nodded.

Clicking his tongue, Kisame rubbed the side of his head. “Alright, truth is that I seriously can’t remember everything.”

“Well, you remember enough to know that you’re the demon king, right?” Sakura offered. Kisame made a face.

“Yeah. One of them, anyway. But I’m definitely the one you’re looking for,” he agreed. His face pinched, eyes closing as he thought.

“What’re you doing here instead of the Abyss?” she inquired.

Kisame pressed two fingers to his temple. “Uh... so... ruling my hellish realm.... smiting underlings.... hmm.”

Sakura waited, trying to hide the way her hands shook by rubbing them over her thighs.

“Oh, shit. Yeah.”

Sakura jerked her chin up.

“I have a greedy little henchman. He probably pulled some shit and threw me up here. And that’d explain why things are so messed up. That idiot was never good at management,” grumbled Kisame. Sakura stared at him.

“What?” he demanded.

Sakura gave a nervous laugh. “Never imagined you as the managerial type.”

Kisame looked offended at that. “Look. I’m all for chaos and torment. Just where it belongs. Abyss shit should stay in the Abyss.”

When he pointed at her, Sakura flinched a little. Eyes widening, Kisame lowered his hand.

“Like you said, I haven’t hurt any of you until now. That’s not gonna change. I need your help getting home,” he explained. Sakura chewed on her lip as she listened.

“...And after you get home?”

Kisame studied her expression for a moment. And then, chuckling to himself, he shook his head.

“Look, Doc, if it’ll make you feel any better, let’s do this,” Kisame offered. He stretched out his hand. A gleaming length of ethereal parchment appeared. A quill popped into place too. It began writing as Kisame spoke.

“I, Kisame, also known as Dagon, Prince of the Depths, do hereby swear not to inflict any harm, intentional or unintentional, on the members of this adventuring party. Yadda-yadda- hey, don’t write that part,” Kisame scolded the quill. It jumped away from the page.

Sakura’s forehead wrinkled. “List their names,” she insisted.

Kisame let out another incredulous laugh, but he complied. And then he went on.

“The above listed peoples and entities will be guaranteed safe passage from the Abyss upon return of myself to my rightful place on the throne. They will be free from all curse, torture, or other forms of coercion, harm, or threat upon their return to the Material Plane. Good?” The quill flinched as Kisame shot it another glare. It hurriedly scribbled out the word ‘good’.

Sakura squinted at the glowing parchment for a long time. Going over the words again and again.

“Put the part where I swear not to reveal your secret,” Sakura prompted.

Kisame made another face. He shrugged one shoulder. “I mean, do I have to? I know you’ll keep your word.”

“But what if I tell someone?” she insisted.

Kisame barked out a laugh at that. “You won’t. That’s just who you are. But I’ll stick it in if it makes you feel better.”

The quill added those words with a flourish. Kisame seized it to sign his name at the bottom before he handed it over to Sakura. Sakura hesitated, reading over the contract one last time.

“If something goes wrong, does this mean I’ll get dragged into a pit of torment or something?” she demanded, turning a suspicious glare toward him. Kisame snorted. He pinched her nose between his thumb and pointer finger.

“There’s no place for a good woman like you in the pit, Doc. Sign the damn contract,” he retorted.

And as soon as Sakura signed, both the scroll and the quill disappeared in a puff of smoke. Her eyes widened as she watched the smoke gather into a serpent. It flew over to Kisame, wrapping around his right forearm. Slowly, the snake flattened, seeping into the surface of his skin. Kisame gave it a cheerful slap.

“There you go, Doc. Everything’s good,” he declared. When he looked back to Sakura, she was quiet for a while. When she opened her mouth to speak, he raised his eyebrows, ready to listen.

“So the contract says you can’t torture me. Does annoying me count as torture? Because then this feels like it won’t last,” Sakura pointed out.

Kisame stared for a beat. And then, throwing his head back, he burst into raucous laughter. He slapped his hand against his knee as he cackled.

“Man, Doc, I really like you,” he chortled as he wiped a tear from his eye. Sakura smirked in response.

#middle ground #writing #d&d!au #kisasaku #some of y'all guessed the pairing #eagle eyes!

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Demons and Coffee SFW

((A big thank you to @demigosh for their commission, this was so much fun to write! this was a flash commission and i still have 4 spots open so pm me for details!)

For any good story to be told it is suggested to have a protagonist, someone who throughout some personal downfall betters themselves and becomes some sort of heroine type figure- a character that the unknowing audience could possibly look up to and even admire. However why does every story need this? The answer is they dont, my fantastical labyrinth of words surely will not. However, we will have a boy, he will remain unnamed for the sake of remaining ambiguous and debatably headache inducing. Said boy looks tired, as if his eyelids are permanently fixed to the halfway point in his eyes, and his lips look ancient as if they were never made to open, they are dry like mystical ruins covered by dunes of sand.His hair however changes the game, his hair completely flips the game over and destroys it. His hair is like that flavour of lollipop- what was it? Blue raspberry? That's not a fucking flavour and his hair can't possibly be this colour- but it is and will continue to be. His cheeks contrast his chapped lips and lidded eyes by showing a nice rosey color, it was the only way to show he could be considered alive. If it weren't for the color in his cheeks you may believe he were among the living dead in which his society holds many of and which his mind held zero of.

While his mind did not hold the living dead it did hold an animated evil, something never meant to inhabit this boy. Now i will introduce to you a girl, also unnamed for reasons semi-identical to the boy- well not really. Her name is secret even to me and the only person living who even knows the syllables of her title is the boy from before. However, let's take a moment to note the girl’s characteristics- though only the boy can actually see the blinding rainbow vomit of color which is of the female variety. Her hair is just as fake in coloration except hers is real, the shoulder length bubblegum pink has lovely curls in random spots, the curves and edges almost absolutely were artificial. A horn slides from the upper middle part of her forehead and her sharp teeth murmur whispers of death to anything caught between them. Her ears pointed out like branches from a tree, catching breezes of noise in them.

Onto the story, the gorgeous tapestry painted by my typing fingers, the forced meeting of a boy and a boy, of which was made possible by a cherry blossom colored demon who will continue to reign unnamed. A spilled coffee and an unusually perky apology from a boy who never speaks. A date. Enough of this! Its story time! Buckle in kiddos it's gonna get gay.

A boy walks down a broken sidewalk covered in crunchy leaves, each step calling out in sound and smell. The wind held a soft remembrance of sun, warmth mixing with the cool air to gently prick the skin on his rosey cheeks and dull features. He cleared his throat, walking along with one hand slid into his jacket pocket and the other holding a latte from his local cafe- he had just taken his leave from this place and was getting ready to go straight back home and hop onto the internet for his daily dose of indirect social interaction. However he had this pain in his head, one he knew all too well was not a headache- and then he saw her- the headache faded and he sighed in a frustration that showed he was well enough tired of her antics and shenanigans. The girl. The demon. “Heyyy!!!” Her voice was high pitched and not all that unpleasant for the normal ear- though no one else could hear her. However, this voice for the boy was nails on chalkboard, fork to plate if i must. He tried pretending she wasn't just floating circled around him and begging to be noticed. Eventually his anger got the best of him and he halted his steps, glaring daggers at the girlish figure who had stopped her cycle of rotations to listen to what he had to say, seeming almost giddy for his words. “Shut. up. Leave me alone.” He grumbled quietly, wanting to seem normal at least in public, speaking to her outright in front of others could get him admitted and that wouldn't end well for him or his demon.

Her face sinks and she whined out like a child who didn't get their way, arms crossing tightly over her chest as she now hovered in front of his face. “I'm bored!!!! I want to have some fun! You never leave your stupid house! Come on let's do something!” She insisted excitedly, nearly bouncing up and down as her craving for excitement grew. She turned upside down showing off her toothy grin and flicked his nose, earning a hand swat and a heavier look of annoyance. “No.” was all he had to say on the matter. He then pushed past her and started walking again, her left behind a moment before finally she caught up to what he said and hurried after him. “But, but-” She started, only for him to cut her off. “No-”

He glanced his eyes down at the foliage covered concrete so he could speak to her quietly without anyone else noticing he was, he felt he needed to be discreet. He swallowed back to wet his dry throat and then also ducked his tounge from his mouth a moment to wet his lips before speaking. “Look- I don't need any excitement, raising a cat and babysitting you is far more than enough excitement fo-” She looked as if she was about to cut him off so he cut his eyes at her as to make sure she stayed quiet before he noticed she listened. She was quiet, but her lips had split into a long devious grin, her arms crossing again and she looked away. He looked up and raised an eyebrow, “Wha-” That was when he crashed into someone- god she planned this didn't she. He fell back onto his ass, squeaking out as hot coffee spilled onto both him and the poor victim of his Demon’s spite.

“I was going to tell you to watch out.. Hehe… but it seems you didn't want me to interrupt!!!” She was laughing pretty hard now though it was only annoying to the one person that could hear her- god she sounded like a hyena. He did his best to ignore the demon and scrambled to his feet to help the other male up. He was wearing a green apron with a name tag that read ‘James’ and all around them on the ground was soil and most likely ruined flowers drenched in coffee. The boy’s cheeks flushed in embarrassment and he grabbed his hand to help James to his feet, spitting out apologies faster than a woodchipper spits out scraps. “I am so sorry i really should have been watching where i was going oh no your flowers are ruined coffee cant be good for them oh no i'm so-” He got cut off by the florist. “Its okay, I have more- it was just a silly accident.”

James, the florist, gave a smile to the boy to make sure he knew that all was forgiven. He just seemed so genuine, light sandy hair floating in the breeze and freckled cheeks easily warmed by the little sun there was. The boy was silent, swallowing down any more apology he had to throw as a girl slid up behind him and giggled, sliding arms over his shoulder. “Get his number, come on, come on, come on!!!” it was the demon. Ugh. He wa frozen for a moment, worrying James who tilted his head and asked if he were okay. James’ words snapped the boy from his frozen state and caused him to start rummaging through his book bag for napkins. “Here! I-uh I have napkins!!” He spouted, pulling a handful out only to have the torrent wind swipe them from his fingertips and within moments having them out of sight. “Uh Uh-” He was freezing up again, coffee growing cold on his body and making him shiver, god this was hard and his demon was not making it any easier- she was bouncing around him and cheering like a cheerleader that he should date James and how he should at least get his number. She loved shipping him with strangers and this had to be a scene out of one of her fanfictions she enjoyed so much.

He was ruining his chance and she was angry about it, something needed to be done before he lost his chance with the rather cute florist. She didn't do this often because it exhausted both her and the boy but hell! Drastic times call for drastic measures and if this wasn't a drastic time then what was? She slid into his body and his eyes glowed pink for a moment as she took over control, once she had control though she got him to smile and help the florist pick up the other things that he had dropped. He kept him rather quiet but much more relaxed as he walked with James to his flower shop so they could both clean up and get warm. It wouldn't be long until they were laughing about the mishap and introducing themselves to one another. And by the tie she decided her time in the body was up the boy held a ripped piece of paper, a corner from a receipt perhaps? With James’ number on it.

She wouldn't release control of his body though until they were finally back in his small apartment, him immediately collapsing onto his bed and groaning out in pain. Possession was never a pleasant experience for either of them. She was doubled over across the room from him, whimpering softly before yawning- she then realized just how tired she was and decided to go back to being unseen, causing him a light headache that lasted about thirty seconds, By the time he was recovered she wasn't present for him to yell at. He believed her shipping antics and possession were completely unwarranted, sure the man had been cute but he most likely was straight or already was taken. How embarrassing. He wished he could remember just what was said, but he was just left with a slip of paper with some numbers on it.

He made his way out of bed and threw off his book back, jacket, and soiled shirt, leaving him in a partially dry tank top- in which he worked over to his desk to plop down and open up his laptop. Ooh a notification! The boy wonders if it is one of his three internet friends but when he finally arrives at the notifications source he is disappointed to find it is not. It's not a message but a friend request.

[James Hareild is has sent you a friend request accept?]

He groaned quietly but couldn't be rude, this guy probably really got hit on today by your possessed body. And after a day like this rejecting the friend request and just pushing today aside may not be an option. He would have to talk to ‘her’ later about this crazy invasion of privacy and boundaries. Oh well let's get this over with.

[James Hareild is now your friend]

Now that there is nothing more to do he closes his laptop and glances around his dim room, it was messy with food bags on the stained carpet and none of his clothing was even close to being in the closet. Was this becoming an unhealthy lifestyle? Yes. Does he care? No. This is something he has grown used to, there was no one to actually impress, he had no friends to show his ‘sweet crib’ to so why keep it tidy? Or at least this was his thinking on the matter. God a nap sounds good, even if his bed is covered in crumpled papers and discarded clothing, he decided a nap is what he will get. He is on his way, stepping to bed when the familiar ache in his head showed that ‘she’ was in his home again and visible. “Yes?” He called out, not seeming the happiest with her right now.

Her smile grew big and sharp again as she plopped down on the edge of the bed to look up at him, she seemed completely recharged, the opposite of himself. “Wellll!!! I thought you may want to know you have a date Saturday! You'll meet the flower boy at that silly cafe you like so much!” Her voice was just as excited as when they were walking down the concrete slabs earlier that morning- it was late afternoon now. The boy however was not amused and would not be amused, he refused to find any of this as a positive toward his normal routine. He liked the pattern he had made for himself and this random ‘ship possession’ was highly intrusive. “I can't go.” He said simply, causing her to pout and huff like a child. “What!!! And why not?!” She squeaked, seeming genuinely offended by this progression of events.

He rolled his eyes and decided he would play along at least for the moment, “I haven't even called him yet, why would I go on a date with him? “ he then got serious, joking time was over and he focused his look on her. “I don't even know what was said while you were possessing me- which was highly uncalled for by the way!”He was scolding now and she just seemed to be sitting there and taking all of it with a grain of salt, almost as if she were proud of herself, or maybe self-important. She then stood and sauntered up to him, swaying her hips as a more serious look settled into her bright and usually energetic eyes. “Well… if you found a way to rid yourself of life and give me your soul we wouldn't have this predicament would we?” Her voice instead of the streaky glass it sounded like was smooth and echoed in the room, causing the lights to flash around him.

This all would scare someone who wasn't used to it, but he had accidentally summoned this demon many years ago and this behavior was nothing new for him. He merely crossed his arms and raised a brow- “Are you done yet? These theatrics aren't really your style and they don't fit you at all” His voice was just as smooth in a mocking kind of way but it had no echo and did not cause electrical anomalies. She in reaction to this began laughing and laughing before wiping a tear away from her eye and nodding, “Yeah haha, you're right i guess.” And with that and a slight head pain she was gone again. He rolled his eyes and slid his pants down, then laying on top of his covers and deciding to get some rest, she would surely continue to torment him tomorrow until he agreed to go on the date so he knew sleep would be for the best. His eyes slid closed and finally rest consumed his consciousness.

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